אָוָמֵ ( Alef Vav Mem ) AVaMe
כִּי-אַתָּה תִקְוָתִי; אֲדֹנָי יְהוִה, מִבְטַחִי מִנְּעוּרָי. – תהילים פרק עא, פסוק ה
Psalms 71:5
Latin Vulgate 71:5 quia tu es expectatio mea Deus Domine fiducia mea ab adulescentia mea
Ambelain : Quoniam tu es patientia mea Domine spes mea a juventute mea
King James Version 71:5 For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.
אָוָמֵאֵל AVaMe EL Omael – Against sorrow, despair and for the acquisition of patience. Governs animal kingdom, watches over the generation of beings. Chemists, doctors, surgeons. Affinity for anatomy and medicine.
Influence time and dates 09:41 – 10:00 15th August until the 19th August inclusively
OMAEL. His attribute is Patient God . He corresponds to the holy divine name of Tura in the language of the Indians. His ray commences from the 146th degree up to the 150th degree inclusive, corresponding to the fifteenth decade and to the angel called Phuonisie. He rules over the following days: 18th April , 29th June, 9th September, 20th November, 31th January. The invocation is done from 9:40am till 10:00am.
He serves against chagrin, despair and to have patience. This angel rules over the animal kingdom; he watches over the generation of beings, in order to see species multiply and races perpetuated; he influences chemists, doctors and surgeons. The person born under this influences will distinguish himself in anatomy and medicine.
The negative side of this angel is the enemy of propagation of beings; he influences monstrous phenomena.
Omael report: Contact begins with a strong visual impression of lines of white shapes, like shrouded figures, on either side, stretching into the distance. An indoor space like a temple.
“Angel, show yourself so I may know you.” [A shivering, moaning sort of noise, and a quivering motion among the shrouded figures. A being takes shape before me, flickering at first, then more solid. They are broad, fleshy, and hairy–now male, now female–with no visible head, only a diffuse sort of glow above their shoulders. It strikes me as both grotesque and holy. The image is in constant, slowly pulsing, rhythmic motion.]
“What is your office concerning me?” To make you forget those things that are not true and cause you grief, so you may remember your nature. Therefore I take from you your head and will return it clean. Let your heart hold you and falter not.
[The figure’s chest–and my own, simultaneously–open like the door of a birdcage, and doves pour out. All around me now the veiled figures are moaning and writhing. Some time passes, and a fluid arises around me, like a river of milk in which something living moves. My sex is aroused, and I feel my body moving sinuously, without conscious effort or control. As the fluid rises, I feel a tactile pressure on me, like many bodies, animal or human, pressing around me in the flood. It is hard to remain conscious, and my dream-body lets go of form and becomes liquid, borne along on the river.]
Remember: This is the form of your mother which bore you and your father which begat you, and all your ancestors. Despise not your animal nature, for it is a gift not given to the angels, whereby you live and grow through your ages, becoming more than you were.
[The pressure fades, and a new vision arises. A vast, spherical space, in the center of which floats a gigantic, pearlescent sphere. Countless beings, human, animal, and fantastic, form the edges of the space, and some fly or swim toward the sphere and merge into it; streams of smaller spheres, like clumps of frogs’ eggs, pour out of it, and become more beings, some of which return again. More come out of the sphere, or “well,” than return to it, but it is not depleted. Like the figure of the angel, it is in constant, quivering motion. I feel a strong erotic charge, and it is hard to break away from the vision long enough to write. I am led, shapeless, toward the sphere. As I approach, I briefly see my reflection–a glorious and monstrous shape, many-limbed and gynandrous, like many bodies superimposed.]
[As my consciousness merges into the sphere, the scene changes. A field with herds of different animals grazing. Flocks of birds. A stream full of many tiny fish. Swarms of insects. Each species moves like a single organism in many bodies, moving and growing organically, even psychedelically, like patterns emerging in a fractal field. Eventually I see humans, too, near the river banks, feeding or sleeping or wandering about. Some are caressing each other lazily, almost aimlessly, then copulating without self-consciousness or haste. There is nothing else to do, or any reason not to. They are slow and dreamy in the summer heat. The angel’s voice, when it comes, is surprising, as if I’d forgotten it was there.]
In their hurry to become more than they are, the humans have forgotten this, the dream of their beginning. For this great blessing the angels descended: and yet you have learned from them, and forgotten yourselves. Now I return your head to you, so that you may remember.
[As the angel speaks, the scene shifts: the same river, but the people are clothed in modern clothes, and sit on folding chairs. They look at each other, talk loudly, touch each other rarely and clumsily, and throw their garbage on the sand. It is as if they are badly acting the part of being carefree, not knowing how to do it. It is painful to watch.]
“Angel, how is it possible to return to my nature, knowing this world?” You must slow down. Do nothing by force, but let the desires of life be your guide and timekeeper. Your humanity is not a thing to be overcome: it comes as a relaxation and a release of what you cling to.
“What message do you have for Rune Soup and those who talk to angels?” I say to you as others have said: do not fear. It is fear that removes you from the presence of the living god, before whom the life of beings is an unfolding of beauty and desire, and who guides all things with grace, and controls not. Therefore remember the dreams of your beginning and your youth, the desire that bore you in your mother’s womb when you grew from your own nature without effort, and there was none to tell you how you should grow.
Second invocation, 8/19/23
Contact begins with the impression of a body of water; then the images of many beings, each covered in a thin white veil, moving in the water. There is a slow, communal swaying or movement. They are singing or chanting something quiet, many-layered, and repetitive.
“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” _Come into the water and be washed, dear one, and come unto me, and I will receive you._ I wash my hands and head with the holy water. My ears are ringing, and I thronged among the bodies, suddenly visceral and nigh-tangible, which press me close on every side; I am up to my waist in warm, viscous liquid. The sensation is intoxicating, like a flood of oxytocin. Each being I see glows from the inside, as if lit by an internal flame seen through translucent flesh. The water itself is glowing, phosphorescent with gelatinous spheres like frog’s eggs, and shapes like tiny swimmers and animalcules made visible.
_I am this fluid of life, and I am the intelligence of the body, which was before words._ I find my own literal body toning and rocking rhythmically, my verbal thoughts falling away. A warm, full, delicious feeling fills my belly and hips and sex and thighs, as if I’m melting into the water and into the bodies around me. The fluid is viscous, thick with life, and the bodies press closer and the chant rises in intensity. I am born along in waves until I reach the source of waters: A vast wall, like the thighs of some unseen giant, contains all this well, and an arched and fleshy gate, with parted veils, opens and closes, and from it pours a continual cascade of the fluid. I am aware of beings coming forth from this fountain, and some returning upstream into its darkness.
In the space directly below this vast and yonic Source, the pool is filled with many women, each heavy with child. They are in labor, squatting or being held, or on their hands and knees in the shallows, and their moans and cries and breathing are a strange and beautiful song. About them stand a ring of (mostly) males, holding open the space of their labor; and beings like midwives move among them. As the midwives touch each woman on her belly or sex, she cries out with a contraction, or gives birth to her child. With each birth an electric light spreads through the pool, and the child is encircled and lifted up, with rejoicing.
_Angel, my thanks for this vision! What message do I need at this time?” _The waters of life pour continually and for all: and the generations of the earth are assured. Holy is each life, and there is no end to the multiplication thereof. Therefore let the old law be remembered that was given before words_ [apparently referring to the natural instincts]:_ and your mind be at ease regarding the world to come, for the life of the people will not cease, and there is One who rules over this abundance. And a few give birth to replenish the world: but the waters of life and of sex are given to all, that you may be restored in your vitality._
I see, among those in the water, many engaging in acts of pleasure, with themselves or with one another, male or female or other-bodied, old or newly exploring, and all their fluids add to the life of the pool. And when one is got with child, all who love them surround them, and bring them to the midwives and the fountainhead. I am shown that this is occurring among all species, each in its own ways.
_O human child, this beauty is given to your race as a gift, and the gods delight in your pleasure. Holy is your sex, and sacredness flows from it; holy is the delight that restores life, and sacred beyond all things those that bring forth children, for they partake of the nature of the Mother of all. And holy is the seed, which is given you for the blessing of life, and there is no sin where it is shared in joy and connection: but let it serve life, and the blessings of the waters cease not in their pouring upon all who bathe in this spring, even unto countless generations._
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