כָוָקֹ ( Caf Vav Kof ) CaVaKo

אָהַבְתִּי, כִּי-יִשְׁמַע יְהוָה– אֶת-קוֹלִי, תַּחֲנוּנָי  . תהילים פרק קטז, פסוק א

Psalms 116:1

Latin Vulgate 116:1 dilexi quoniam audies Domine vocem deprecationis meae

King James Version 116:1 I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications.

 כָוָקֹיָה ChaVaKoYA Chevakiah – To regain the favor of those one has offended. Governs testaments, successions and all private financial agreements. Loves to live in peace with everyone. Loves rewarding the loyalty of those in his service.

Influence time and dates 11:21 – 11:40 10th September until the 14th September inclusively

 CHAVAKIAH.  His attribute is  God Who Gives Joy .  He corresponds to the holy divine name of  Anup .  His ray commences from the 171st degree up to the 175th degree inclusive, corresponding to the eighteenth decade and to the angel called Aphoso, under the influence of Mercury.  He rules over the following days: 23rd April, 4th July, 14th September, 25th November, 5th February.  One invokes the aid of this angel to return to favor with those whom one has offended. The subject must pronounce the request, the Divine Names and mention the person; then you say the 1st verse of Psalm 116:

This must be recited each day, until one is reconciled with the person.  The favorable time begins from 11:20am till 11:40am.

This angel rules over testaments, successions and all amiable distributions; he supports peace and harmony in families.  The person born under this influence will love to live in peace with everybody, even to the cost of his interest; he will make it his duty to repay the fidelity and good offices of those in his service.

Meditation with this Name purify desires, bring you to share love and energy with partners, putting his or her needs ahead of your own. You ignite sexual energy so that your passion helps elevate all existence. You replenish the Light that was lost due to any prior selfish sexual activities.

The negative side of this angel causes discord in family arrangements; he provokes unjust and ruinous procedures.

Chavakiah report: Contact begins with awareness of breath becoming slow and quiet. Calm like a lake on a moonlit night without waves.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” [A softly glowing shape rises above the surface of the water, becoming a shrouded figure floating over the waves toward me. Ringing in my ears like the sea. The figure stretches out their hands, and I see wounds. Thorns and sharp stones pour from their hands, and blood. Slowly their shroud fall away and I see that they are hairy, androgynous. Their skin has been scourged. There is blood between their legs. I think of Attis and Agdistis, Tammuz, and Jesus. A feeling of great peace and some sadness.

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” _I come as if bearing gifts: this is my blood. For all the world suffers many things, and it is the joy of god that those who suffer shall be lifted up. Therefore I say, give me your pain, that it may become joy: give to the world as I do, the peace of mastery of suffering. For pain and pleasure are known to all, and suffering also, but joy belongs to those whose pleasure is in the release of suffering, which is the embrace of pain and pleasure both, and harmony between them. And joy is greater than suffering, and raises you beyond pain and pleasure, which exist to bring you awareness of the grace bestowed every moment by the holy ones._

“Angel, how may there be greater peace in the society in which I live at this time? And how may I further the healing of my culture?” [Flowers blossom and pour from the lashes and wounds. I feel a shudder like an orgasm, centered in my solar plexus.] _In service to others find yourself. This may look many ways; there are many who ask, but hide from knowing for fear of pain. Show them the end of suffering, which you know, which is found in communion. Thus you absolve suffering by entering willingly into another’s pain, or your own, and establishing there the kingdom of the god within each one. This is vitriol, for it dissolves what is long fixed and makes free what lies in chains._ “Angel, is there a message for Rune Soup and those who speak with angels?” _There is wisdom also in pain, which is for you a challenger and a measuring rod, and the gift of learning is peace: for when pain is free of suffering, what can stop your joy? Therefore, be of good service, and seek full experience, which is the liberation of the senses to feel and see without masks, of the heart to openly mourn and rejoice, and the mind and spirit free from thought of gain or loss, calm like still waters, strong in joy._

Second invocation, 9/15/23

Contact begins with a spray of water and flowers fountaining upward in a flood of color: in the fountain, a figure seen from the waist up, beautiful, androgynous. Their hands reach into their bosom, which opens like a ripe fig, and from it they draw forth their inward parts and scatter them sparkling like jewels, petals, colored like candies, a profusion and abundance of luxury. When there is an open space in their heart, they say in a voice like honey, _Come, enter in, and dwell in me._

Entering, I am enclosed in the angel in a place like a womb: close and red, warm, wet. I hear a constant hum and throb and song around me, and the angel’s voice in every direction, comforting.

_O dear one, beautiful before the gods is your joy, and as a prayer the delight of your heart: for from such materials are built the mansions of heaven, and of earthly delight are woven the raiment of the angels. Nor do these joys come to you as a reward, but come from you as an offering and gratitude, and for this reason the angels store up blessings for you, that in your joy their joy may be fulfilled and the song of praise renewed. Giving and receiving, as when lovers grow close through mutual praise, even so heaven and earth grow close, and their marriage is in human hearts, where beast and angel move in union. And this is the fruit of the flowering of the garden of the gods._

_Though joy may wax and wane on earth, in its seasons, yet among the heavens not a moment passeth away but is treasured up in eternity; and this is my work and glory, to make immortal what passeth, and from them bring forth the houses of blessing, wherein all suffering is redeemed, even unto death, and your mortal pains made good in repayment of your service. For by the harvest of joy the humans serve the gods, and by that alchemy by which your labors become gold, and what was despised comes to shine, so are your lives justified._

I see again that the angel’s blood and viscera, when offered up [now myself, emerging from their body?], become jewels; and in awe at the sacrifice by which beauty comes to be, I am lost in wonder till the vision ends.