חֵעָמֵ ( Chet Ain Mem ) – CheAMe ( Ch like in Spanish )
כִּי-אַתָּה יְהוָה מַחְסִי; עֶלְיוֹן, שַׂמְתָּ מְעוֹנֶךָ – תהילים פרק צא, פסוק ט
Psalms 91:9
Latin Vulgate “Quoniam tu es, Domine, spes mea, altissimum posuisti refugium tuum.”
King James Version Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
חֵעָמֵיָה CheAMeYA Haamiah – For the acquisition of all the treasures of heaven and earth. Against fraud, weapons, wild beasts and infernal spirits. Governs all that relates to God.
Influence time and dates 12:21 – 12:40 25th September until the 29th September inclusively
HAAMIAH. His attribute is God, the Hope of All the Children of the Earth . He corresponds to the great name of God Agla (God Three In One). Following the Kabbalists, this name is drawn from the mysterious verse in Scripture, which in French signifies: You are the strong God forever. It is composed of the first letters of these four words, beginning from the right to left His ray commences from the 186th degree up to the 190th degree inclusive, corresponding to the nineteenth decade and to the angel called Serucuth. He rules over the following days: 26th April, 7th July, 17th September, 28th November, 8th February. One invokes him with the Divine Names to acquire all the treasures in heaven and earth;
The Kabbalists say that this Psalm works against thunder, arms, ferocious beasts and infernal spirits. This angel rules over all religious cults, and above all those which relate to God; it protects all those which seek truth.
Meditation on this Name helps to receive when you share and to share when you receive. You can see the opportunity that sharing gives and will make you aware that when you receive with the right consciousness, you also share. This is the circuitry of life. When you connect to it, you will move out of the black hole and into the Light. The negative side of this angel rules over error and falsehood and influences all those who have no religious principles.
Haamiah Report: Contact begins with a faint flashing image of a lion’s face, and a sound like a distant roar, then silence. After a moment: “Angel, show yourself so I may know you.” A wild beast, like a lion or leopard with the body of a serpent, legs like a wolf, spotted and snarling, lies beneath the outstretched hand of a very tall figure, beautiful and graceful, naked from the waist up with draped robes like mountains below, bearing a crown of stars. In their left hand is all the treasures of the earth, and trumpeted flowers fall from their lips as they speak like notes of sweet music.
“Angel, what is your office concerning me?” _I come to awaken what is wild within you that you may find strength to make your way in the path appointed by your angel who has watch over you. Therefore, sing praises, and I will make of your words a gate for the strength of the spirit._
[I sing, a bit awkwardly, “Glory to the Lady and the Lord, glory to the holy spirit and all that is.” When I fall silent, I feel heat rising, very forcefully, from my belly to my chest, filling my shoulders, and then intensifying until a different sound, high and thick and warm, finds its way out of me, and I sing wordlessly and easily for some time, until the energy dissipates.
About me in the room, and also in something like a forest, stand several powerful figures in masks, whom I understand to be the Watchers with whom I have relationships. They each bear an implement: a sword, a flower, a snake, a lamp, a feather, a stone. The angel’s great beast prowls around me, pacing, and then strikes at my back, tearing at me with teeth and claws. I feel them like strong and tender hands, kneading my flesh and removing my sking. In my vision, my belly opens up, and I see my entrails are a feast of rich foods. These are given to the beings about me to eat, which they do with great pleasure. Then they fill my belly up with treasures, and wrap me in the skin of the wild beast. Then they sing to me, and touch me with their implements in all parts of my body. This brings me great pleasure. The angel standing at my feet speaks.]
_Arise, and take up your work: be like the lion, and those who are your prey will come to you willingly and bless your name, for you will do with them as is done with you, and their strength will be whole. Do not doubt that in the name of your angel which holds you all these things will be done, and many great things beside. And let the glory be given to the angels which have charge over each soul, for it is not given to the children of earth to claim this power as their own, but to wield it according to the light and name of the holy ones whom even the angels praise and revere._
_And tell this to Rune Soup: That we [the 72], though we appear as gods, and speak as worship, are also like you as children of the unutterable Truth which dwells beyond form and being, which holds us as it holds you, and not even the greatest of us know the place of its habitation, for it is in all things, and no thing that is created can hold or express the immensity of its spirit. Therefore, be not afraid, asking whom we serve: for we serve you, the humans, by the mandate which we have received in our own being, and seek your good, and the wholeness of your potential, which is beloved of the gods, the holy ones, who gave us form. [The angel is silent, but before the contact drops, I give praise for everything that is in heaven and in earth, and for that mystery that supports, sustains, continually creates, and receives the fruit of all that is.]
Second invocation, 10/3/23
Contact begins with the physical sensation of a column of heat rising from my root to my heart; this continued steadily for several hours following the invocation.
“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” Hands, palpable, on my shoulders; the tips of great wings with gold and silver feathers in my peripheral vision. Then I am snatched up, as if in rapture, and watch the world fall away into the sea of stars. A white road appears before me. I am carried to a place like a mountain full of wild beasts and birds. A cave halfway up is guarded by a being with a shining countenance, bearing a spear of light. I am told, _Stay, and be purified, child of earth._
Two beings appearing like leopards set upon me from either side; I feel claws on my flanks and buttocks and belly and breast. They tear at me furiously, and my body shakes. When they have stripped away a blackened crust, the angel before me turns their spear: it is a mirror. I see myself transformed, with many wings, a body of every gender, crowned with a ring of coppery light, my flesh translucent so my heart and organs are visible, each glowing in different colors. _Now you are ready to enter in._
I am in darkness; howling surrounds me, hissing and voices like thunder, grinding; but my heart is easy. Before me, in the darkness, I see a pearly or alabaster cubic stone; somehow I can see into it and know that there is a sphere nested inside the cube, and a cube inside the sphere, and so on; and in the centermost sphere, a small flower like a forget-me-not. As soon as my mind’s eye touches it, the darkness around me is filled with light, and I see a vast treasures, and green plants growing in golden vessels, and many beautiful living beings, of all shapes and forms, on voluptuous couches, engaged in all manner of pleasure: some making music on harps or hammered dulcimers, some playing a game like chess or reading from golden books; some sleep luxuriously, or dance, or kiss. The air is full of murmurs and sounds like bees.
Then, as I withdraw my attention from the cubic stone and its precious flower, the light disappears, and once more I am surrounded by sounds of agony and horror, whips and grindings and hideous mechanical laughter—again, I touch the stone, and the cave of light and wonders is restored. This recurs a few times.
“Angel, what is the meaning of this vision?” _Remember, and do not forget, that the secret key, the mystery, is always present, though you see it not. This is the schamir that opens all obstacles, that dwelleth in the heart of things, and transformeth them. And where it is not seen, even heaven is a torment of desolation; and where it is remembered, the dwellings of demons are made lovely and wholesome._
_There is no name by which this secret may be known, for its form resteth in the unmanifest; but it is a gate which every soul knoweth, which leadeth to liberation. And it is found in the seeking, and present in the soul which remembereth its nature, or yearneth to remember. Thus shall you pray:_
_O Holiness, unto thee who are the life of all beings
Strong in thy beauty, almighty Mystery thy name
Forever let me remember thee, who dwells beyond heaven and earth
And remember me, ever and forever, Amen._
_Let this suffice; and all things shall be added for your benefit, when you return to your dwellingplace_ [meaning, my body]. _Peace with you, child of earth, and glory to the Holy._
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