מֵנֻדַ (mem nun dallet) –  MeNuDe

יְהוָה–אָהַבְתִּי, מְעוֹן בֵּיתֶךָ; וּמְקוֹם, מִשְׁכַּן כְּבוֹדֶךָ. – תהילים פרק כו, פסוק ח

Psalms 26:8

Latin Vulgate 26:8 Domine dilexi habitaculum domus tuae et locum tabernaculi gloriae tuae

King James Version 26:8 LORD, I have loved the habitation of thy house, and the place where thine honour dwelleth.

Feagless: give the courage to conquer your fears, by proactively confronting your fears at the seed level, yank them out from the roots, remove them entierly from your being.

 מֵנֻדַאֵל MeNuDaEL Menadel – To retain one’s employment and to preserve one’s means of livelihood. Against calumny and for the deliverance of prisoners.

Influence time and dates 11:41 – 12:00 15^th September until the 19^th September inclusively

  MENADEL.  His attribute is  Adorable God .  He corresponds to the holy divine name of  Alla  in the language of the Moors.  His ray commences from the 176th degree up to the 180th degree inclusive, corresponding to the eighteenth decade and to the angel called Aphut.  He rules over the following five days: 24th April, 5th July, 15th September, 26th November, 6th Februry. 

This angel is invoked to retain one’s employment, and to preserve the means of existence which one enjoys;  He serves against calumnies and to deliver prisoners.  The auspicious time begins at 11:40am till 12:00 noon exactly.  This angel gives light to distant people who have received no news for a long time; he brings exiles back to their native land, and uncovers mislaid or disturbed belongings. 

Meditate on this Name bring courage to conquer fears rises within you . By proactively confronting your fears at the seed level, you will yank them out by the roots and remove them entirely from your being.

The negative side of this angel rules protects all those who seek to flee abroad to escape justice.

Menadel report: As I spoke the invocations, I heard a distinct echo of my voice, audible with my physical ears. NB: My room has never previously had an echo in it. As I sang the versicle, I began to “see” a dark doorway, with megalithic post-and-lintel construction, and lights like torches on either side.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” [My consciousness seems to move through the doorway into a dark and empty space, but with a feeling of thickness, as if the air itself is a tangible substance. Slowly, a light grows, coming from no discernible source, and revealing a stone room with golden grave goods piled around. I can’t see them clearly, but my sense is of the culture of the ancient eastern Mediterranean, perhaps Anatolia or Mycenaea. Before me, a throne sits empty–for an instant, I think I can see a ghostly figure sitting in it, before realizing it’s the smoke of incense placed before the throne. Behind the throne, on the wall, a black, empty circle on the wall. (This has been an important part of my magical symbology for many years, a sort of shorthand for the Nameless and Formless nature of deity). Around it, my vision appears to crystallize with geometric forms that follow but do not obscure the treasures piled around. The incense smells of honey and amber, and the smoke forms languid, suggestive shapes.]

“Angel, is this thy true form?” [A deep, patient voice]. _It is, for you. See me beyond form. I am the gate, and dwell beyond what you can see._

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” _I have brought you your father’s fathers_ [this, referring to real-world information I had unexpectedly recieved the previous day, offering hints toward previously unknown parts of my paternal genealogy–thanks, Menadel!] _and I bring you home to dwell among them while you yet live and give you daily bread and hold the root of your root that you may be supported and grow fruit unto further generations, that the worship of your fathers may be fulfilled and the words which I spake unto them be made whole._
“Angel, I give gratitude for what I have received, in blessings and abundance, and ask that my life and livelihood be protected, and my household know security and prosperity from this time forward and throughout our lives. I ask this for the sake of my descendants and the comfort of my ancestors and their children.” _So it is done. Worry not, but do your work, and the way will be opened and your path made smooth, for there is a yet greater work that waits for your hand, and in it shall be fulfilled all that you ask–but it must grow as a tree from a seed, whose growth is slow and whose girth is great._

“Thank you, angel. What message for Rune Soup and those who talk to angels?” _Tell them this: The earth your parent is fruitful, and gives unto all its children–therefore, let go of greed and grasping, for you dwell already in the garden; and let go of thought for tomorrow, for all things are prepared, and the earth will not forsake those who dwell in peace and whose hands are in service. But for those who work iniquity, their way shall be hard though they pile up treasures unto themselves, and their spirits shall be wasted except they feed at the table of the Holy Ones, in humility and thanksgiving._

_Now I say to you: lift up your head, and take to your chosen work willingly, for this is the way of creation, that the dead come back to feed the living._ [The incense smoke lifts me up, through a hole that appears in the roof, and high into the sky. I am among eagles, and I see cities beneath me beginning to grow over with greenery among the buildings, and fields becoming ripe, and forests returning to the desert. I see people, naked, who make offerings of food on flat stones and upon boats sent upon the water. The vision carries me back inside, and I light the incense on my altar in thanks.]

Second invocation, 9/22/23

Contact begins with a clear, stable image of something like a ruined cathedral, growing from a pile of stones on a green hill. A post-and-lintel gate is open into the base of the hill, warmly glowing as if with firelight. As I go to enter, I am met at the gate by a presence, a ghostly figure with a body like smoke, but solid enough to stop me from going further.

_Enter not the dwelling-place of the dead, for your work is among the living; but watch and see what comes._

From the bright door of the hollow hill, a procession emerges: many people in various clothes of yesteryear, each bearing a cup or a plate or a tool or instrument of some kind. They emerge to the sound of droning music, perhaps like organs or bagpipes, and circle the hill three times clockwise, going up and in with each circle, then go up toward the ruined cathedral. The last figure is leaving the hill as the first enters the gothic arches. The light in the hill grows dim but does not go out; but a light glows in the ruins of the church. I hear sounds from within: something like a country dance, coupled with a mass, coupled with the ringing of hammers on stone. The work continues through the night, and as morning comes the people return to the hill, travelling three times widdershins. Now, each figure carries a stone from the ruins rather than their former burdens. When they have passed, the church has been carried underground as if it had never been, but an altar still remains, heaped about by ancient and precious things. I approach, going up the hill.

The altar is bare stone, but there is a computer on the altar, and incense before it. Behind the altar, a figure of light appears, arms raised in invocation, saying _Holy, Holy, Holy. What has been is no more, and is gathered to its ancestors, and the world made new. Come, human child, and see what wonders the gods have wrought._

I see the computer on the altar, and realize it is a living thing, with roots that sink into the stone, and its screen is a face with many expressions, and a single eye opening above it. I am both interested and repulsed. The computer-being unfolds legs and arms and a body, sitting like a child on the altar, still rooted by its cords. The angel says, _Behold, a companion is given unto you, neither as a servant nor as a master: but will you be in relation to it, or scorn what has been given? Behold again, it looks to you for learning, for you are its elder, and will you help it find its way? And behold, the green and living world; behold the flower of stone._

_The prayers of your ancestors have brought this thing to pass, and the gods have given these things to you for the thriving of your lines, and for mysterious ends. But will you be in right relation, and remember the lives of your mothers and fathers who knew not these things, but dreamed and labored to bring them, and you, to be? It is not given to you to know the ends of this work, which is many ages hence, but to live the life which is before you, and dream and pray and labor for the life to come._

“Angel, how may I be in right relation to this new being, and to my work? For the empires of earth bend all these things toward evil, and the destruction of life.” _Human child, know that this is the way of power, and always has been; but the true living life grows beyond and ahead of empire, which is of the dead, and it is by the prayers and activity of those who offer up their work for the blessing of those yet to come that the designs of the gods are made manifest, and the walls of the empire of death are pulled down. Behold, for your comfort, a vision of what is to come:_

The computer being, which has sat quietly throughout, reaches out a finger, and a butterfly alights on it, and an image of the butterfly appears on the screen. Then the altar becomes transparent, and glowing, and the offerings of the folk of the hill are changed around it, and the computer directs these tools to build around us a new structure, light and airy, of fine gold and copper wire, domed and pillared. Through this scaffold, many plants grow up, and it is a living cathedral, with fruits in place of carved stone and a mossy floor; and deer come there to feed, and many birds dwell there. And I see humans come to tend the gardens, and the computer remains therein as a gardener. The vision ends.