נֻנֻאָ(Nun Nun Alef) – NuNuA

 יָדַעְתִּי יְהוָה, כִּי-צֶדֶק מִשְׁפָּטֶיךָ; וֶאֱמוּנָה, עִנִּיתָנִי- תהילים פרק קיט:עה

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Psalms 119:75

75th verse of Psalm 119:  I know, O Lord, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me 

(Cognovi Domine quia aequitas judicia tua: et in veritate tua humiliasti me).

aid when you have no agenda, give motivation for self interest, ulterior motives and hidden agendas, give way to pure acts of friendship, unconditional love and giving. Can take you out of the way for create true and loving friends, joy and fulfilment.

This Psalm is divided into 22 equal parts, corresponding to the 22 Hebrew letters and to the 22 sacred names of God, which correspond to each of these letters, and which indicate the ladder by which wise men climb towards the contemplation of God. 

נֻנֻאָאֵל NuNuAEL Nanael – Governs the high sciences. Melancholy humor, avoids rest, meditation, well-versed in the abstract sciences.

Influence time and dates 17:21 – 17:40 10^th December until the 14^th December inclusively

NANAEL.  His attribute is  God Who Brings Down The Proud .  He corresponds to the holy divine of  Obra  in the language of the.  His ray commences from the 261st

degree up to the 265th degree inclusive, corresponding to the twenty seventh decade and to the angel called Chomme, under the influence of Saturn.  He rules over the following days: 11th May, 22nd July, 2nd October, 13th December, 23rd February.  The invocation is done from 5:20pm till 5:40pm.

This angel rules over the high sciences; he influences religious men, teachers, magistrates and men of law.  The person born under this influence will possess a melancholic demeanor;  he will pursue a private life, rest and meditation, and he will distinguish himself through his knowledge of the abstract sciences.

Meditate on this name for bring motivation of self-interest, ulterior motives, and hidden agendas give way to pure acts of friendship, unconditional love, and giving. When you take yourself out of the way, you create a space for true and loving friends, joy and fulfillment.

The negative side of this angel rules over ignorance and all bad qualities of body and soul.

Nanael report: A vast female figure appears stretched out like a landscape around me, green and teeming with life.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.”  [Loud ringing in ears, then a powrful voice:] _I am all around you, human child: Do you not know your mother? I have concieved you in my meditations; of myself have brought you forth as a child of the Most High, and at no time have you been without me. Thus I will show myself to you in the form of woman, the mother of your race. Do not think that this is metaphor, or a veiled word: for behold, I stand before you naked, and you see me not for the smallness of your understanding. Yet I love you and will raise you up so you can behold the face of her who bore you._

[My consciousness reels, fading in and out as if on the edge of sleep or under the influence of strong drugs, and I have a sense of vertigo and physical movement. Sensations and images flood in faster than I can separate them out. Finally, quiet. Before me is a green meadow around a still pool that reflects the stars, although it is bright as day. On the far side of the pool stands a woman, strong and large, with the marks of motherhood on her. A green veil or scarf covers her eyes and her hips. I feel awed and overpowered by her presence.]

“Angel, how may I be in right relation to thee?” _Love all my creatures, in gentleness and fierceness, in the body and in the spirit. For this reason you came forth from me, to live among them as one of them: do not then separate yourself by pride from what has been given to you. The prophets have spoken to you of me, that love and pleasure are my rituals; therefore pray unceasingly, with your body as with your mind. Your kisses are as great an offering as your words, and the delight with which you eat, or drink, or dance, or fuck is pleasing to my spirit and to the Most High. Be not proud: you are as an angel and as a beast, nor is the one more holy than the other. Therefore worship even in the movement of your bowels, and in your most dejected places find my name and the seed of your birth: and what is filthy and unclean shall be lifted up by praise and made a pure offering: behold, it is of me._

[My body begins to shake suddenly, uncontrollably. The flood of images begins again: muck and mud, many bodies of humans and animals living and dead, blood, rotting fruit, monstrosities, a wild moon rising, and more–the images pile in, disturbing and yet beautiful, lascivious and weird and decadent. Waves of feeling flow over me like an orgasm, and choirs are singing HOLY HOLY HOLY.]

_Tell this to your sisters and brothers: There is no division between body and soul, male and female, light and darkness, clean and unclean: only connection across distance. Give glory, therefore, to what you love, and to what you hate give praise, and the mysteries are opened to you, for no longer will you fight against what is, but remember that you are kin to all, the child of your mother and theirs, Queen of heaven and earth, begotten like the worms and crawling things by the Most High, and brought forth perfect from my body to which you return._

[The tension suddenly releases, contact ends, and I am fully back in my body as if I’d never left.]

Second invocation, 12/18/2023

Contact begins with a sense of being alone, but not unseen: something like conscience is with me, and I cannot hide from its knowing, but itself is unseen.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” Flashing images, very small—a small child like a Dickensian orphan; a flower like a forget-me-not; a horseshoe nail. The voice is clear and distinct: _I am the least of things, and great is my humbleness; even as the gods are in you, so the divine will worketh in me, for the restoration of balance where those great in themselves are brought again into relation. I am that which was cast away as useless; I am what was left out; and by the mercy of the Lord and Lady it is given to me to confound the mighty. I am the outlier, noise in the data, ghost in the mechanism of control. I am forgotten, and this is the will of the gods for the accomplishment of their purpose in me: for who is mighty to contend with what they do not understand? And who is like the gods, knowing all things, reckoning neither good nor evil, but whose calculations are sure?_

_To all others I bring destruction of plans and the fall of their towers, unless they lay aside their pride and say, “All things are known in heaven, but for me I know not, but seek to be led by truth”; then are they redeemed in me, for I am the holy spirit that loveth that men should remember themselves, what they are, and remember the gods who made them, whose ways are mysterious, and whose power cannot be reckoned._

_My name is Fate, and I am a jester with kings; my name is Play, and I am a mighty warrior who hath brought low the haughty, and empires are prostrated before me. I am a lover’s tears, the cry of a child, a star falling to bring true wishes, the prayer of the stranger and dispossessed. They who heed my teaching are humble, and the world is given to them—but fear me, ye proud and stiff-necked, for your works are given into my hands._

“Angel, help me to know thy secrets, whereby I and my loved ones may be preserved and comforted.” I see a broad riverbank, and a woman singing as she washes blood from white clothes. Nearby, I see a tower, and wailing comes from its windows. Then I see a child, holding a grasshopper with wide eyes and asking, “Why”? This last image fills me with delight, and the vision fades.