אָנֻיֹ ( Alef Nun Yod )  ANuYo

יְהוָה אֱלֹהִים צְבָאוֹת הֲשִׁיבֵנוּ; הָאֵר פָּנֶיךָ, וְנִוָּשֵׁעָה. – תהילים פרק פ:כ

Psalms 80:20

Latin Vulgate 80:20 Domine Deus exercituum converte nos et ostende faciem tuam et salvi erimus

King James Version 80:20 Turn us again, O LORD God of hosts, cause thy face to shine; and we shall be saved.

אָנֻיֹאֵל ANuYoEL  Aniel – To obtain victory and stop the siege of a city. Governs sciences and arts. Reveals the secrets of nature, inspires philosophers, sages. Distinguished savant.

Influence time and dates 12:01 – 12:20 20th September until the 24th September inclusively

 ANIEL.  His attribute is  God of Virtues .  He corresponds to the holy divine name of  God Abda  in the language of the ancient Philosophers.  His ray commences from the 181st degree up to the 185th degree inclusive, corresponding to the nineteenth decade and to the angel called Souchoe, under the influence of the Moon.  He rules over the following days: 25th April, 6th July, 16th September, 27th November, 7th February.

The invocation is done from midday till 12:20pm.

He serves to give victory and to raise the siege of a town.  This angel rules over the sciences and the arts; he reveals the secrets of nature and inspires wise philosophers with their meditations.  The person born under this influence will acquire celebrity through his talents and his enlightenment, and he will distinguish himself among the wise.

Meditation upon this Name raises awareness of the longterm effects of  your own actions. You can gain the ability to see the spiritual challenges in every moment, before they become the foundations of chaos and crises.

The negative side of this angel rules over perverse spirits; he influences charlatans and all those who excel in the art of misleading men.

Aniel report: Contact started with a parade–I caught glimpses during the invocations, and gradually became aware of two enormous pillars, and then a column of beings passing between them–humans and long dragons and, it seemed, many others. They entered into a large plaza, the column split up, wheeling and marching to create shifting geometric patterns like cymatics, giving visible form to a single voice singing operatically somewhere among them.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” Quickly, the host opens into a circle around a single figure in the center of the space, in a golden gown, with a headress/mask like a sun with long rays. They are singing and swaying gracefully, passionately, gloriously. I am enraptured, and watch silently as their song raises images of vast landscapes and describes the rise and fall of empires in a mighty melody. My whole body is tingling and full of feeling, and I notice my own voice attempting to echo the sound I hear; as I do so, I see the earth become first a black mirror, then a cloudy glass, then a clear crystal glowing magnificently from within. Inside the crystal earth, I see myriad moving lights that I understand to be living beings. From where I stand, I can see lights in distant and far-flung parts of the globe moving in harmony with the song and with each other.

I understand, somehow, that the song, beautiful and powerful as it is, doesn’t cause the events of the world, but rather reflects what happens in a way that makes it make sense, weaving the dramas of human and other-than-human lives into one great epic.

Wondering what my role in this is, I ask, “Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” The answer comes as an intense visionary experience that took me entirely out of my body for some time. I saw the two pillars, again, and myself bound between them, naked, blindfolded, and being scourged by unseen hands. From the lash-marks come flowers, then serpents, then feathers, then many wings that circle about me, periwinkle and russet and pearly grey. Then my body falls away and my spirit is free, soaring toward the moon, which is surrounded by a crystalline network of light. A great road leads from the moon to the sun, and many are moving with me; then from the sun to star to star to the galaxy’s heart, where a far greater road ascends from the shining disk, a thread spun from the paths of many beings flowing endlessly. The visible galaxies are like spindles, anchoring these threads as they are spun from light hidden in the darkness. Many threads, including mine, converge in a vast radiance.

The radiance resolves into the vision of a vast tree-like shape, like lines of force passing through the center of a torus, but alive, and becoming increasingly treelike as I get closer, part of a vast circle of beings. At the base of the tree is a being with breasts, a beard, and ram’s horns. It is nursing a serpent at its breast. It’s very like Pan, or Baphomet, but its face is like a child’s, clear and innocent. I cannot approach closer until it beckons me.

I find myself beside the being, sitting in flowers. It laughs and gives me a crown woven of daylilies, nightshade, and morning glory; then the serpent slides into my lap and enters my navel. I am suddenly aware of my physical body again, and feel the snake like lightning along my spine, making me gasp. The feeling continues, both orgasmic and … innocent? and my body shakes and spasms. I don’t know how long this lasts, the feeling continuing in my body like crystalline lightning, milk blood golden bones and flowers in my belly. I seem to be pregnant, and then my belly opens to birth a being that unfolds great wings that dry like an insect’s, gossamer. My body is suddenly very calm, and I’m back in my room, the vision gone–and I feel different than before the trance: cleansed of doubt, uninhibited, wild + holy, a child of a more beautiful god, free among the heavens and connected and true, with a great desire or vitality like a slowly turning ball of gold or copper low in my belly, where my uterus might be if I had one.

After a few minutes, all memory of what I had experienced disappeared; it’s only now, typing up my notes two days later, that I can recall it–which is probably a mercy on the part of the angel. I didn’t get a moment to ask if there was a message for Rune Soup–so make of this story what you will!

Second invocation, 9/24/23

Contact begins with the image of a wide, circular black mirrored surface; a flame and incense are burning at the center. A sound like many voices singing, with notes of triumph and melancholy.

“Angel, show thyself.” A being, tall and stately, androgynous, in a golden gown, blindfolded. Its voice is operatic, and it is singing and gesturing not to me, but to the space outside the circle, as if in invitation. Several more beings appear around the edges of the circle: powerful, dark, in strange and baroque attire, with indescribably alien faces. Each seems somehow disfigured: a missing eye replaced with a pearl; a twisted leg supported by an ornate mechanical brace; a bandaged breast, still bleeding. They are proud and somber, and they are singing replies back to the golden angel, making complex harmonies.

“Angel, what is the nature of these spirits you have called up?” _These are they who for the love of your kind left the heavens of their creation and came to the mothers and gentle boys, your ancestors, and whose spirits remain among you, for their work is not complete. They pray for the fulfilment of their labors, which are in your hands, o humans, that they may be redeemed in you, and return to their abodes on high, for they have labored in sorrow that their charges may be lifted up in glory before the Great Ones who created you, and them._

“Angel, what is your office and theirs with me at this time?” _Be still._ My body becomes immobile and somewhat numb. _Your brothers and sisters are here for your shaping, and this is lawful for them, and for your benefit._ The dark beings surround me, and my vision is full of flashing, disjointed images, mostly of bizarre mechanisms blended with bodies, and I see the image of my body being disassembled, limb from limb; the joints separate easily and cleanly. I do not feel any sensation in my physical body. My parts are placed around the circle, each organ and bone separately, the flesh peeled back. Some of the beings bend over my viscera, as if reading omens in my entrails. I am reminded of the Mystics and Skeksis from _Dark Crystal_, blended together. My consciousness is nonlocal; I can see the scene from many angles at once.

The golden figure moves among the dark ones, and points to each of my parts in turn, singing to it; and each part becomes something new. My hands become a spider and an octopus; my eyeballs become something like spears; my heart is a bowl of clear water, lungs are wings; my sex is something moving under a veil; my feet are horse-drawn carriages; my brain a jeweled chest held by a mechanical monkey. All these grotesqueries are also singing, and move in a surreal spiraling dance, directed by the dark figures.

Then the golden angel sings again, in words I can understand, saying, _Blessed are those who are born again, blessed those who give themselves over to the shaping, blessed the children of earth and heaven, holy in every part, whole in the love of the Lady._ As they sing, each monstrous part of my former self becomes a beautiful human being, clad in fanciful and extravagant garb. These humans draw close together in a tight embrace of bodies, their voices rising and falling as one, and the dark watchers hold a circle around them, as the bodies begin to overlap and blend together into one.

All at once, my physical body is released from its rigidity and numbness, and I feel waves upon waves of shuddering ecstasy, both painful and pleasant, and I hear myself vocalizing—at first moans and grunts, then singing, rising to notes higher than I could previously sing. When the song ends, I’m in my room again, and the angel, now behind me, says, _Let this be mystery to you, for those that were dead have been made whole again, and what was divided lives anew; take this mystery and go your way in praise._

In the three days since the invocation, I’ve noticed changes in my tastes and habits, especially around relief from cravings for things that aren’t good for me, or that I would use reflexively when stressed; also, my voice has retained its newfound range. So here I am, giving praise for the mysterious workings of the angels!