עָרֵיֹ  (Ain resh yod) AReYo

טוֹב-יְהוָה לַכֹּל; וְרַחֲמָיו, עַל-כָּל-מַעֲשָׂיו. – תהילים פרק קמה, פסוק ט

Psalms 145:9:

King James Version: The LORD is good to all: and his tender mercies are over all his works.

Vulgate: Bonus Dominus universis, et miserationes eius super omnia opera eius.

עָרֵיֹאֵל AReYoEL / Ariel

Influence time and dates: 15:01 – 15:20, November 5 through November 9. He rules over the following days: May 4, July 15, September 25, December 6, February 16. The favorable hour begins at 3:00 pm until 3:20 pm. 

AIRIEL. His attribute is Revealing God. His ray commences from the 226th degree up to the 230th degree inclusive, corresponding to the twenty-third decade and to the angel called Tepiseuth.   

One invokes this angel to have revelations; he serves to thank God for the gifts He has sent us. This angel discovers hidden treasures; he reveals the greatest secrets of Nature, and he shows the objects of one’s desires in dreams.

The person born under this influence is blessed with a strong and subtle spirit; they will have original ideas and sublime thoughts; they will be able to resolve the most difficult problems; they will be discreet and will act with much circumspection.

The negative side of this angel causes tribulations of spirit; he brings humans to commit the greatest indiscretions and influences feeble people.

FIRST CONVERSATION

Contact begins with a flashing image of two rectangular pylons, seen from an oblique angle. The space between them is glowing.

“Angel, show yourself that I may know you.” Nothing happens; then I hear Move closer. I sing the versicle a couple more times, and the pylons appear again, this time straight-on, forming a gate. Rainbow light streams from the gate, and the world around me begins to fall away. Framed in the gate, a vast eye is the source of the light. The gates widen around me, and I am in a very bright space filled with many angelic beings woven out of light, some like humans, some like beasts, some like geometric constructions. The landscape, and the beings, are full of eyes. The presence of the angel is all around me, and I am very aware of my coarse materiality in these surroundings.

“Angel, what is your office concerning me?” I will come in your dreams and waking to make visible the essence of all things. I understand that the angelic space is like the physical world seen “from behind,” like the back-side of a tapestry, and that the beings I’m seeing are the consciousnesses of common beings.

It is death to the unrefined nature to know these secrets, that are revealed in the eyes of god: Therefore behold and know thyself. I am aware of the seal in front of me as an eye looking back at me: seeing myself, my physical form and the room behind me appear as a fine mesh of dark atoms giving form to a luminous field, shaping and containing a world of subtle fire; my pen moving traces glowing arabesques that make a sound like distant thunder. Everything is lit up.

See and know clearly: This life of yours is a dream that conceals and reveals the nature of god, and it is for the living to draw forth the dead and bring them into eternity: and the one who lives in this vision is dead to that which only dreams it is alive.

I give you this seed as a key. The angel offers me a thing like a toroidal rose, endlessly unfolding, with an opening in the center. From one side, this opening is a shining light; from the other, it is a gate that gives a view of a world like ours, but from here it appears dark and veiled. Enter into this sight, and see what burns within each thing. Then you will know how to approach the dreamer to draw forth the secret flame and so awaken them unto life. And whatsoever is created by your hand, let this flame descend into it also, that it may live beyond the dream of life that is death to the spirit, in the illusion of mortality. An image of hands held in consecration, with liquid fire emanating from the palms and fingers.

“Angel, reveal to me what I do now yet know, that is for my good.” Look. I look through the toroidal rose, and see my own life as a complex glowing hypersigil, which is connected to other such multidimensional sigils, representing people and other beings close to me, which interface with each other at various points, part of an incredibly dense more-than-spatiotemporal manifold. A series of interactions occur, the sigils bending around each other, which I take to signal an imminent rearrangement of my social circle. A vision followed of two queens mutually giving space to each other before my eyes, then one coming from behind in the form of a mother, and a fourth coming to face me, bringing a sense of great contentment and happiness. [From the perspective of several years since this vision, I can report that its substance has manifested in my life, though in a different way than I imagined at the time.]

Angel, what message for those who speak with angels?” In all your dreams, feel the voice of us who stand on the other side, who send you each night what you need for the day. The field of dreams is available at every moment, if you open your eyes and heart to what is subtle and beyond showing. The gate is always open: and what is beyond is what was before, made new for thy aid and in thy own image. Treasure what is revealed to you, even the least thing, for each thing is a key to a world beyond your knowing.

SECOND CONVERSATION

Contact begins as I notice the materials on the altar come into crisp focus, their tiny details prominent: the ash from the incense, the tiny vibrations of the water in the cup, the lives of the two flames. These strike me like eyes, looking back at me, and like tongues speaking. All at once, the scene is surreal: Every form seems alive, part of some strange and universal body. The black books beneath the seal are singing; the unrung bell extends a circle of peace in its stillness; the pens and paper are eager for each other, like lovers wondering what sort of babies they’ll make.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” The selenite sphere grows large in my vision: in my peripheral vision, the room is wallpapered in eyes, and I hear a murmur of countless living things. In the crystal, I see a figure naked except for a cloth across its loins, holding its breast. It, too, is covered in eyes, and has a mouth for a navel, and speaks with a liquid, voluptuous sound.

What do you desire? By grace it is given to me to open it to you.

“I desire to praise all that the gods have made, and to give and receive love with my community, and to be supported and abundant in the unfolding of our lives.” Then I will praise the gods with you, in the praise of their creation: How beautiful the forms thereof, how great the wisdom of their relations, how flawless the skill with which they are fashioned, and how grand their coming-together! Many quickly flashing images: fine details of living beings and hand-fashioned things; images of people or animals interacting; complex folding geometric structures that make me think of proteins or of network diagrams; and then a sudden zooming out to take in planets, stars, galaxies strung like beads and spinning. It is in this praise, O creation of the gods, that thou and I and the angels, and all that lives, are blessed, and the love of the parts for one another gives rise to that chorus which praises the living Whole. I will show you the shape of your desire.

I see many spaces from my mundane life — dancefloors, the rooms where rituals are held, storefronts and markets, the homes of my friends, and my own bedroom — first all in succession, then all at once, layered on top of one another and overlapping, yet each distinct as itself. In this space, I see the everyday interactions of many people — friends, acquaintances, some strangers — but each appears to me as if they were lovers, and each casual touch is like a caress, and each conversation like a kiss. Slowly, with each kiss and caress, the scenes melt into each other, and I am in a space I remember from my session with Angel 38, Haamiah: a cave of wonders, where each item is a treasure, glistening as if made of precious materials. Each body is magnificent, naked in its truth or adorned in dazzling arrays, and the air is warm with the heat and scent of love.

“Angel, truly this is my desire: but where are darkness and decay, death and all the other things which also exist? Have these not also their praise?” What you speak of is already here, a seasoning to the feast, which lend it salt and savor: look closer.

In an arrangement of roses, I see tiny death’s heads, and worms eating at the petals, some of which fall to the floor in drops of red. I hear the sharp cry of an orgasm, and notice undertones of torment or pain, which add to the deliciousness. The space grows cold, with a chill wind from some vast abyss beyond — and it cuts through the stifling warmth and cloying scent. In each place I look, some small death or pain is blended with the beauty, and for its sake the experience is more alive and vibrant. No longer is the pursuit of pleasure mere debauchery, but an urgent insistence on meaning — a call to connection through mutual delight, the rapture of living in a world that moment by moment dies away. The clinging of the lovers, the ash of the incense, is testimony to the intense blessing of change, which is to say, life.

[From the perspective of some years, and in light of scenes of great suffering unfolding around the world — and the knowledge that horrors and great harm have occurred in every age in history and every land under the sun, and that no life, however happy, is without its nightmares and suffering — the preceding image shows me its reverse: that in the darkest shadows and deepest hells, grace can be found hidden at the heart of each pain, if one does not turn away.]

Even so. Turning not away from shadow, your eyes are opened; unblinded by darkness or light, give praise to what Is, and gratitude to life.