פֵוָיֹ (Pey Vav Yod) – PeVaYo        

סוֹמֵךְ יְהוָה, לְכָל-הַנֹּפְלִים; וְזוֹקֵף, לְכָל-הַכְּפוּפִים. – תהילים פרק קמה, פסוק יד

Psalms 145:14 (Hebrew Ver.)

Psalm 14515, KVJ: The Lord upholdeth all that fall, and raiseth up all those that be bowed down 

VULGATE: Allevat Dominus omnes qui corrunt: et origit omnes elisos.

פֵוָיֹאֵל PeVeYoEL / Poiel

Influence time and dates: 18:21 – 18:40 ,December 25 through 29. He rules over the following days: May 14, July 25, October 5, December 16, February 26. 

POIEL. His attribute is God Who Supports the Universe. His ray commences from the 276th degree up to the 280th degree inclusive, corresponding to the twenty-eighth decade and to the angel called Themeso. 

He serves to obtain what one wants. This angel rules fame, fortune, and philosophy. The person born under this influence will be held in esteem by all for their modesty, moderation, and agreeable humor; they will make their fortune by their talents and conduct.

The negative side of this angel rules over ambition and pride; he influences all those who set themselves up as masters and wish to raise themselves above others.

FIRST CONVERSATION

This call was performed while traveling over the holidays; the initial contact was clear but seemed — how do I say — lower resolution, or like it was coming in on narrower bandwidth, perhaps due to my own scattered attention. However, a day later on the cross-country drive back home, I received a spontaneous contact that was as vivid as anything I’ve experienced in the work thus far.

Initial contact began with a schematic image like a vast field of pillars, each able to rise or fall a little relative to its neighbors, and each supporting an anstract <something>, which could be anything.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” Above the field of pillars, I see the figure of an angel bearing the world on its outstretched shoulders, flat like a landscape. The figure’s feet are not visible. Below the pillars, supporting them, I see the same angel, but vast beyond comprehension, who sustains the sustainers. I got the sense that there are an infinite number of such worlds and angels at every scale and order of magnitude. Their hair streams out like living fire.

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” I hold you up as I hold all children; by the strength of your own being I support you. I see that a pair of dual angels tends to each cell, each atom, each being — one angel resting below it, the other stretching above, raising it up, while simultaneously supporting another cell/atom/whatever above it. Together, these angels form a dense fractal grid, like a scaffold or matrix for more-than-material existence. And I confirm and support your desires, that they are holy: therefore ask what you will, and god hears.

“Angel, I pray that my family and I may be supported in abundance and prosperity.” It is in your hands and so in mine, for my hands hold yours, and my voice sings with yours. And you shall bring forth of your imagination many things that are of me and my fellow angels, and share the wonder you find with others, and be rewarded. I see a small house in the snow, warmly lit. I see books full of drawings and magic seals.

“Angel, I pray for happiness and fulfillment in my intimate relationships.” Your prayers are heard: Hear this, that you shall no longer fight against the love that is offered you, and shall obtain what you desire through strange ways, for the ones who love you pray also, and therefore be faithful to thy lovers though they depart from you, and cleave to them though they cling to you, and thus shall your happiness endure, and new pathways shall be opened that you know not of, and the gates of pleasure, and the holiness that dwells in many hearts. And this I say: The love that you give and receive is and shall be a blessing beyond your understanding, for the hand of the Lord upholds the hearts of the lustful and the chaste, and bids you love openly and without shame, freely and deeply in the way that comes from your soul, and in the answering hearts you will find what you seek, and your joy will endure and become rich by the action of joy and sorrow.

“Angel, please bless me in the development of my talents and gifts.” My body is buzzing, and I feel things like bees around me, crawling on my skin, giving pleasure, and then a feeling like honey on my chest and arms, thick and dripping, and life in my bowels. I see a dancer among glowing, floating seals and hear rhythms like poetry, and the air seems lit up with life, graceful and mysterious. A feeling comes over like the feel of my own soul’s dreaming, earthy and sacred, dark and light flickering together, wild and holy and loving and awesome. My heart burns in my chest. Eventually, the feeling settles in, and the angel bids me continue.

I make three requests — for prosperity, love, and personal development — and receive detailed answers, mostly in words and partly in visceral experience. Subsequent events confirmed the angel’s message on several accounts, such as predicting news I only later received in the physical world, and directing me in the appropriate response. At the angel’s direction, I’m not publishing the specifics of this material, as each person must ask and receive for themselves.

“Angel, what message for those who talk to angels?” What I have said [in response to my requests] I say to you alone, and to them I speak directly as they ask and are able to hear. But say this to those who seek it of you: That the Gods are above and below all, and nothing is lost; nor do the Gods remove their support for your works, but see them to their conclusion. Therefore, fear not sin or falling away, but dwell in hope and peace, for the sure knowledge and being that is in you, now and forever. Though all things pass and change, not an atom or soul is lost to the Gods.

Three days after receiving this vision, while driving through the beautiful and snow-covered Columbia Gorge, the angle of the sun and the music in my head came together, and I felt the presence of the angel and saw the initial image repeated at logarithmic scales, forming tesselations and fractals that filled the entire field of my physical vision, blending seamlessly with the landscape. It was heartbreakingly beautiful. I prayed, and received immediate answers to my prayers; over and over again, I asked, and received, gifts both physical and spiritual — everything from a bit of water to wash away the road grime on my windshield (rain fell from a blue sky mere seconds after I asked), to knowledge about how to parent my children, to release of long-standing grief. This lasted probably half an hour, and left me with tears running down my face and awe in my heart.

SECOND CONVERSATION

Preceding this invocation, and heavy at heart with matters of parenting and responsibility, I took a nap and had the following dream (as well as I can remember; the dream itself was far more vivid and detailed):

I am trying to communicate with my mother and father, who have called me, but they’re in the shower. My phone is updating with new AI software, which keeps showing me things I didn’t say. My parents emerge and tell me something important is afoot.

They call me, my daughter, and another child to come with them to the airport, where we climb up three stories in an empty parking tower. At the top, we find an empty hotel room; food is delivered to us. I bless the food, and my dad tells me he’s going back to school at age 72.

There is a knock on the door, and we find a calendar published by a religious school in my parents’ denomination, which has interactive videos for pages. They show a cartoon-like image of an old man with a long beard, who bears a huge key and is accompanied by a goat, on top of a high cliff. The old man mounts the goat, and they plunge off the cliff into clouds below, only to rise up again. The old man tells me the key is the key to dreams, and that it is a blessing to dream true, as many who sleep do not dream, or only have a flat line of consciousness with random brain activity. I am told to be reverent, as this is a time of great importance. My mom says, Your dad has always been full of surprises.

Next, the calendar shows me a series of scenes of people making decisions about schools. Next is a view of a universe “behind” our own, where amorphous, long-limbed gray creatures tend their brightly shining, tadpole-like young.

I wake from the dream with a sense of awe. It is the beginning of Poiel’s hour, so I make the invocations; immediately afterward, I am told to write the dream, which was sent by the angel. This I have done. A feeling of great holiness, gratitude, and comfort.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” I see the image of the old man on this cliff with the goat and the key. “Angel, what is the meaning of what I have seen?”

Its meaning is clear and for you to find: You are supported in this as in all things by the powers that brought you forth.

“Angel, I pray for support in raising my children, and that their hearts be turned toward me in love.” Give them time, and your love, for it is right that they be supported in their wandering, even as in their return, and your joy be full.

“Thank you, angel. I pray to find nourishment, support, and satisfaction in my romantic relationships during this transition.” Already the time is appointed for the harvest, and the seeds you have planted and tended in care and patient sorrow bear fruit: But you must open yourself to what is offered, though it comes in a form you dared not dream in the planting.

“Thank you, angel. I pray to be supported in my daily work and in the development of my talents, and to have the leisure to bring forward what has lain dormant in me for want of time and means.” In your labor is your love, and both are supported; yet there will be changes, and you must have courage to change with them, that the prayer of your heart and the will of the gods in you may be accomplished.

“Thank you, angel. I pray your support for my children and parents, my lovers, and all I hold dear.” It is so ordained and provided, since the beginning of the world. Go now, and see it done.