נֻנֻאָ (Nun Nun Alef) – NuNuA

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

Psalms 119:75, KJV: I know, O Lord, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me. 

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

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 toward the contemplation of God. 

נֻנֻאָאֵל NuNuAEL / Nanael

Influence time and dates: 17:21 – 17:40, December 10 through 14. He rules over the following days: May 11, July 22, October 3, December 13, February 23.

NANAEL. His attribute is God Who Brings Down The Proud. 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. 

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; they will pursue a private life, rest, and meditation; and they will distinguish themself through their knowledge of the abstract sciences..

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

FIRST CONVERSATION

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 powerful voice: I am all around you, human child: Do you not know your mother? I have conceived 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 CONVERSATION

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 the humans 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.