הֵהֵהֵ ( Hey Hey Hey ) – HeHeHe

יְהוָה–הַצִּילָה נַפְשִׁי, מִשְּׂפַת-שֶׁקֶר: מִלָּשׁוֹן רְמִיָּה. – תהילים פרק קכ :ב

 Psalms 120: 2

Latin Vulgate: 120:2 Domine libera animam meam a labio mendacii a lingua dolosa

King James Version : 120:2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

הֵהֵהֵאֵל HeHeHe EL  Hahahel – Against the impious, slanderers. Governs Christianity. Greatness of soul, energy. Consecrated to the service of God.

Influence time and dates 13:21 – 13:40 10^th October until the 14^th October inclusively

HAHAHEL.  His attribute is God in Three Persons. He corresponds to the holy divine name of Gudi in the language of the Irish.  His ray commences from the 201st degree up to the 205th degree inclusive, corresponding to the twenty first decade and to the angel called Chontare, under the influence of Jupiter.  He rules over the following days: 29th April, 10th July, 20th September, 1st December,11th February. 

This angel, and those who follow, up to the 48th, belongs to the fifth order of angels, which the Orthodox calls the Choir of Virtues.  One invokes this angel from 1:20pm till 1:40pm, He serves against enemies of religion, the impious and slanderers. 

This angel rules over Christianity; he protects missionaries and all the Disciples of Christ, who announce the words of the Scripture to nations; he influences pious souls, prelates, ecclesiastics and all those related to the priesthood. 

The person born under this influence distinguishes himself by his greatness of soul and his energy; he is completely devoted to the service of God and does not fear martyrdom for Christ.

By meditating with this name you connected to the power of the ancient high priests of the temple to heal all areas of  life including health problems, financial difficulties, and relationship conflicts.

The negative side of this angel rules over apostates, renegades and all those who dishonor the priesthood through their scandalous behavior.

Hahahel report: Given Ambelain’s description of this angel’s purview and my own complicated relationship with Christianity, I had some concerns going into this one. I felt contact begin with a sense of being approached by three beings or forces, one from the direction of the altar and the others behind me to either side, and a sense of being watched closely.

“Angel, show yourself that I may know you.” [I become aware of a faint glowing cloud aruond me, and a voice that sounds like rain in my ears, at first unintelligible. I see, in no particular place, a tree with roots, trunk, and branches–in some way it is me, seen from outside, and also greater than me. I am aware of three beings around it, but I can’t see them. After a moment I repeat the question, and the voice becomes distinct:]

_It is not for you to see this clearly, for our nature is mystery. We speak as one, but in us are three, and many. Think not as the preachers that you know us, for we are given to each in partial vision, but to none is given the vision of all. Our task is to help bring forth your own divinity and not to impose worship and the burden of knowledge on any. But we will show what is proper for your growth, as in a dream that speaks truth through mystery._

“Angel, what should I know about the religion of Christ?” _It is as a rotten fruit containing golden seeds. Plant the truth in good soil, an open heart, and a tree grows toward wisdom: but eat only those fruit that grow in your own heart, for the fruit of faith taken from others sickens and will cause you to stray._

“Angel, what is your office concerning me?” _We come to tend the seed that has been planted._ [The vision becomes clear: I see the three figures around the tree. Each appears triple, having three faces in three directions: one is female, old, young, and pregnant; one is male, old and young and ghostly; and one is a beautiful androgyn with the heads of a goat, a lion, and a serpent. They bend over the tree and water it with blood, and prune it with their teeth and fierce claws, and sing to it. Within the trunk I see a being like a golden fetus. As it grows within the tree, it stretches out, and the force of its growing causes flowers, then fruit to appear, and the air is filled with the sound of bees. Many apples, green-gold or red, fall to the ground. Some are eaten by beasts, but many others rot and return to the roots of the tree.]

_Let the truth that is in you be your nourishment, and take no heed to where your fruits may fall; they are gifts given to god and all the world, nor is their growth your concern._

[I am aware that I feel something like sadness or loss, and ask how to deal with it. The three figures put their hands on the trunk of the tree, which shivers and bursts open as if struck by lightning. The golden figure within, which now appears as a dead body, is wrapped in a shining cloud, and the angels embrace it on all sides. In my physical body, I feel the sadness dissipate to be replaced by calm and a feeling of clarity. I see a new tree growing from the corpse, with green-gold bark and leaves.]

“Angel, what message for Rune Soup and those who talk to angels?” _Find the seed of truth in the faith that is in you, and your faith will grow. The forms of faith are true, in their way, but are simply vehicles for the living truth that is greater than form or name. Seek the witness of your own angel, which cannot be denied: then all doctrines will reveal themselves to you that were blindness and confusion before._

Second invocation, 10/17/23

Contact begins with a slow pulsing in my throat or upper chest; with each pulse, I hear the words Rise, Peak, Fall, and see the image of a waveform.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” I receive the image of three grey-robed figures, who appear as women at first but sometimes with beards. They stand around a pool of water, and a great tree whose top is out of sight rises behind them.

“Angel, what is your message for me at this time?” The beings speak one at a time, and sometimes together, with a single voice. _We draw you close to us by the power of your prayer. We bind you to truth by your desire. We liberate you by the law which is in us, and set you free._

“What does it mean, to be bound to truth?” _You cannot escape it, for even falsehoods show themselves by means of the truth to be that which they are: Being false, they are true to their nature. The truth is That Which Is, and it is not shaken by aught that is said for or against it, but stands like this tree, root and shaft and branch, and like this wellspring ever flowing._

“Angel, how shall I know truth?” _It is simple and plain, and yet holds space for many meanings; it is present in things, though thoughts may struggle to grasp it, for its power is great beyond the minds of humans. Therefore be humble before the truth, and it shall be seen in your words and deeds: but who seeks to master or own the truth shall be dashed against its mystery, and their words revealed in the truth of their foolishness._

“Angel, how should I speak truth, if it is mysterious to me?” _There are many true things that may be spoken, even countless, but only one unspeakable truth, which contains all contradictions and cannot be set in words. It is not for you to speak it, then, but to seek and to give praise for the wonders that are revealed: and in speaking small and partial truths, suited to your situation, take care to hold them lightly, for they are but fragments of a greater whole whose depths and heights are beyond your knowing, and it brings to confusion the priests and philosophers and all who claim to know it._

“Angel, show me a true thing for my liberation and that of those who pray with me.” One figure takes water from the well and sprinkles me. The three figures transform in my sight, and become a single body with three faces—but their faces change moment to moment, showing many trinities or triple god(desses). These are not the same, but each partakes of the same body or truth. Nor is there any reconciliation of the mystery, but a deepening. In the waters of the well I see a world born in light, a globe undergoing countless transformations, which cause it to become dark and opaque. Then with a new burst of light it is born again, time after time, in a pulse of eternal change and return. And it is layered upon itself, so that as one world is being born, it comes to be within another world which already is, and this exists within a world passing away to darkness, which is held within the light of yet another birth, and all three—creation, existence, passing away—exist as one. It is like a song sung in a round, but different with each new singing; or a chain that is unbroken, but no two links are the same; stable in its mysterious essence, unspeakable in its wholeness, yet free and even playful in its continual unfolding of new forms.

The triple being, taking a branch from the tree, touches me in the head, breast, and belly, and the vision ends.