לָהֵחֵ ( Lamed Hey Chet ) LaHeChe ( Ch like in Spanish )

יַחֵל יִשְׂרָאֵל, אֶל-יְהוָה– מֵעַתָּה, וְעַד-עוֹלָם. – תהילים פרק קלא, פסוק ג

Psalms 131:3

Latin Vulgate 131:3 expecta Israhel Dominum amodo et usque in aeternum

King James Version 131:3 Let Israel hope in the LORD from henceforth and for ever.

 לָהֵחֵיָה LaHeCheYA  Lehahiah – Against anger. Known for his talents and acts, the confidence and fervor of his prayers.

Influence time and dates 11:01 – 11:20 5^th September until the 9^th September inclusively

LEHAHIAH.  His attribute is  Clement God .  He corresponds to the holy divine name of  Aneb  in the language of the people of the Congo.  His ray commences from the  166th degree up to the 170th degree inclusive, corresponding to the seventeenth decade and to the angel called Thopitus.  He rules over the following days: 22nd April, 3rdJuly, 13th September, 24th November, 4th February.  The invocation is done from 11:0am till 11:20am.,

This angel rules over crowned heads, princes and nobles; he maintains harmony, understanding and peace between them; he influences the obeisance of subjects towards their princes.  The person born under this influence will become famous through his talents and his actions; he will have the confidence and favor of his prince, which he will merit because of his devotion, fidelity and the great service which he will render him.

By meditating on this name you will transcend the limits of your own being. It will cling to the Tree of Life. Happiness will finds you, now that your ego is out of the spotlight. You can get out of your own way, letting go of all stubbornness.

The negative side of this angel rules over discord; he provokes war, treason and the ruin of nations.

Lehahiah report: Contact begins with a tangible sensation of heat and visuals like a caravan seen in a desert mirage. A sense of timelessness.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” A ragged, humble figure begging outside stone city walls. Beneath the rags, their skin is golden and their eyes are bright like suns. They remain still and quiet while crowds of people throng past them. There is music, far off and hard to hear.

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” _Come, I will show you._ They lead me by the hand into a dark space where many sit in chains. _These know not that they are chained._ [The sense is, it is like Plato’s cave–they are so used to bondage they don’t see it.] The angel then leads me to the top of a skyscraper, where a party of the rich and famous is in full swing. _These know not that they are free._  Once more we are outside the walls, and the angel shows me, in the palm of their hand, a thing like a beetle, gold-bright and burning. _This is yours if you can catch it._ The beetle flies suddenly away, fast and far, and I follow without hesitation, fast as thought, passing through many lands and around the globe in the blink of an eye–but before I can catch it, it lands again in the angel’s hand.

_Now, are you free or in bondage, who chases desire? I come to show you the way of kings, that you may know your birthright and perform the work of your angel. See this: The one whom the people praise and adore is in bondage, for there are many who seek them out and press around them, and who would take their crown if they can: and whoso is despised and cast out has more freedom than they to come and go. A true king walks unknown, without crown or sceptre–and yet the land is made fertile for their passing, and the people grow fat and happy for their sake. Seek not to be known or to be unknown, but follow in the way of your angel, in which is no roughness nor force nor self-seeking: then the ancient covenants are renewed in you, and all the world and every gate is open to you, and wherever you go is a rich couch and a feast of wonder._

_Those who seek what is not theirs to claim seek in vain and find confusion. Therefore dwell in peace, and in your daily work and prayer the Kingdom opens before you, like a flower or the shy grace of a first love, and you lack nothing. The gods have given you all that is proper to your spirit: and what is spoken by the imagination of humans matters not to the soul. Thus, beyond praise and blame you may do your will and make your way, and the Lord will bless your footsteps, and the Lady will make gladness to spring up where you have been._

“What message for Rune Soup and those who speak to angels?” _Fear not and turn not aside from your way, though all the world shall mock you; give no ear to the praises of the vain and ungodly: but in quiet and stable moments you shall hear the song of your creation, and shall sing it to your comfort and the blessing of all beings._

Second invocation, 9/12/23

Contact begins with the clear, stable image of a dog-faced deity, standing outside a mud-brick city wall in a desert, bearing a staff, the other hand raised in greeting. About them, hordes of poor people living in tents.

_Look well, O human, and see the work of princes._ From a palace or temple in the center of the city, a stream of light goes out—it points to another walled city far away, and then to another and another around the globe, connecting citadel to citadel and forming a sort of net across the sky. Meanwhile, outside the city, the people raise vegetables and animals, build small houses, fuck, fight, raise babies, and grow in number and wealth. [This and the subsequent imagery is presented linearly because that’s what I have language for; but in the vision, each stage of process shown was happening simultaneously, continuously—not exactly cyclically, but in a spiraling fashion.]

Then the city gates open, and a stream of people come out: in suits with briefcases, in official regalia, in chic streetwear, in tourist clothes, in riot gear, in armored cars, in police cars. They move among the poor people, and by trade or trickery or force extract from them streams of food, bodies, goods. They take the children who show promise among them and lavish them with gifts; then all these return to the city. Now, outside the city walls, a new ghetto, with paved roads and streetlights, cell phone towers and parking lots instead of gardens; nothing grows, and the people are poorer than before.

But even as the city pulls its wealth inward, the people outside begin to tear up the new building, using it to throw up ramps to scale the walls—and they press against the gates, crying for justice or a share in the city’s wealth. And once more the city sends out its forces among them. This happens repeatedly; with each iteration the space outside the walls becomes more built up and modern; and new walls are built around it; but some people are always outside the walls, and the land is laid waste, and the cycle repeats as the city grows extravagant with lights and wonders. And those outside the wall no longer tend to themselves, but look to the cities with hungry eyes. And still there is a net over the sky.

_See now, the fate of princes._ I see a great noise and fire at the heart of the city: it is a press of dense humanity, brightly lit, unsleeping, terrifying in its machine rhythms, a dance or orgy of consumption and transformation. And I see those who were princes and powerful ones flee in terror from the cities, hidden and in disguise, and go deep into the wilds to hide, and their lights go with them; but the people in the cities do not notice that the power has gone out of them. Yet, slowly, those who remained outside the walls turn away from the cities, and lay off their siege, and look to the land, saying, “What do we need with cities? Are there not kings and princes among us already?” And now, when the gates of the city open, it is those outside the walls who have the upper hand, and the riches of the city flow out among them, and their lands become gardens again. And now, many lights go up to join the net over the sky, and I see that they are crowns of light on the heads of the people, connecting them; and this continues until the whole earth glows with one light, and then the light fades, and the net over the sky is gone. Yet the world is not as before, but changed.

But those who were kings and princes, their crowns are taken from them, and they live as beasts in the wild, and their memory is forgotten. And the cities slowly grow dark, and the streets empty, and the walls are taken down and trees grow among the ruins. But among the people, a few grow stronger than their fellows, and are proclaimed as princes, drawing many unto themselves, building new temples in waste places, and then walled courts, and soon new cities arise in the wilderness.

“Angel, why do you show me this?” _Know wisdom, human child, seeing the ways of power: seek no kingship nor stand close to those who seek it, and you shall dwell close to the garden wherein each is sovereign to themselves, and the people are at peace. Yet kings shall arise, even as the fruit follows the flower—and even as the fruit, their substance is devoured, and their seeds spread wide upon the land. And the growth and death of cities and kingdoms is also ordained, and their ends are with the gods who dwell in the garden as in a temple, and set their seats in the wild places, among the beasts._