נֻמֵמֵ ( Nun Mem Mem ) – NuMeMe
יִרְאֵי יְהוָה, בִּטְחוּ בַיהוָה; עֶזְרָם וּמָגִנָּם הוּא – תהילים פרק קטו, פסוק יא
Psalms 115:11
the 11th verse of Psalm 115: Ye that fear the Lord, trust in the Lord; he is their help and their shield
(Qui timet Dominum speraverunt in Domino: adjutor eorum et protector eorum est).
נֻמֵמֵיָה NuMeMeYA Nemmamiah – For general prosperity and the deliverance of prisoners. Governs great captains. Drawn to the military; distinguished for activity and the courageous bearing of fatigue.
Influence time and dates 18:41 – 19:00 30th December until the 3th January inclusively
NEMAMIAH. His attribute is Praiseworthy God . He corresponds to the holy name of Popa in the language of the Sirenians. His ray commences from the 281st degree up to the 285th degree inclusive, corresponding to the twenty ninth decade and to the angel called Sro, under the influence of Mars. He rules over the following days: 15th May, 26th July, 6th October, 17th December, 27th February. This angel and those who follow up to the 63rd belong to the Eighth Order, which the Orthodox call the Choir of Archangels. The invocation is done from 6:40pm till 7:00pm, reciting He serves to bring prosperity in all things and to deliver prisoners.
This angel rules over great captains, admirals, generals and all those who fight in a just cause. The person born under this influence loves the military state; and he will distinguish himself through his actions, bravery, and greatness of spirit, and he will endure hardship with great courage.
Meditate on this name for bring the whispers of your soul and the divine counsel of the Light to be heard loud and clear. You will know what you have to do.It will give you the willing and prepared to do what it takes to get it done.
The negative side of this angel rules over treason, the cause of disagreement among leaders; he influences pusillanimous men and those who attack defenseless people.
A sparse, ascetic feeling, cold and clear and a little melancholy but strong. A mountaintop in winter, and a building like a fortress.
“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” Lifted above the castle, I see three concentric walls. Inside the last, a courtyard, where a figure practices martial arts. In the center of the yard, a rose whose flower is a bird’s nest with eggs. The figure flies up to meet me; they are dressed in a breastplate, helmet, and short skirt, with a staff bearing a banner emblazoned with a quartered circle with an animal in each quadrant: a lion, a bear, a wolf, a serpent. The figure has a long beard.
“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” _Come with me._ I am taken to a red room, in which is a deep well. On the wall, many shields forming a dragon that circles the room. _I am to test and temper you. This is the test: to bear pain without breaking, sorrow without looking away; to keep watch for the coming dawn through darkness. Are you ready?_
“Angel, I am tired and weary; my watch has been long. I am ready.” _Your spirit is respected, but another shall stand thy watch, for the enemy waits not for the sleeper to wake. For you I have this to temper your flesh and build your power. Bathe here and return ready._ I enter the pool of blood, and become an animal, running through forests; hiding under leaves; burrowing; climbing; flying; feasting on what I find or catch, a pile of insects, a steaming corpse, a patch of berries. It is night and I sleep in a hole in the earth. It rains, and I dwell in a hollow tree. The sun shines, and I stretch on a log over a stream, muscles steaming.
A stick taps me. I see the angel, who says, “Take up your own body again, for you are more than beast. Eat well but do not overeat. Sleep when you can. Carry only what you need. Do not hesitate in your actions once you begin. It is good to know the way, but do not sleep when walking, for all things change and death awaits all that lives._
“Angel, I am ready.” _Then wait, and watch and you will know what must be done. Do it. Your beloved ones will bless you for your pain, which is borne for them; and for the one who waits and watches, the heart of the rose is revealed._ I am inside: I see a soft, warm, red bed and the murmur of my lover.
“Angel, what message for those who talk to angels?” A hawk. _Trust your body and master it. Much depends on your health. And this is the way of the ones who wrestle with angels: to be soft and watchful, fierce in joy, strong in compassion, healed in beauty. Wait and watch for the dawn [the spring equinox?]._
Second invocation, 1/6/23
Contact begins with the distant image of a tall tower at the entrance to a mountain pass, between the thighs of thickly wooded hills. Around the tower, a wall; on top of the tower, a winged angel blows a trumpet; the echoes ring in my ears.
_Rise up, ye saints, ye armies of the heart, ye men and strong women of the earth: it is your god who calls you._
I am drawn as if by unseen hands to a gate in the wall before the tower. It is well-guarded by beings like wild beasts with the hands of humans, bearing a multitude of weapons: censers, candles, great bells, books, flowers, living serpents, swords, hammers, staffs with curious heads, bows, nooses, scissors, spindles, and many others. Their armor is made of written leaves and herbs, the barks of trees, and set with stones. The trumpet of the angel sounds again.
_Who would enter the stronghold of the King of Heaven must be whole and complete, sound in themselves, and obedient to the commands of the spirit that is in them, whose orders proceed from That Which Is, and none shall enter therein without purification._
“Angel, I would be purified and pass the gate, and be numbered among the hosts.” My mind flashes to a memory of a recent night spent alternatively in prayers and receiving dreams to response, regarding my children. _You who have humbled yourself have been strengthened, and who have submitted to discipline have been tried and found worthy, and who have laid your troubles on the altar of That Which Is have been purified: for this is the sacrifice appointed. Therefore, enter in, and take up your arms._
I am in a courtyard outside the tower, like a garden grown wild with many brambles and thickets. Before me are placed a whisk of birch twigs, and a branch of the same tree. The voice of the angel: _Make space for the way of the god, and make clear their path, in the name of That Which Is and Is to Come._
I take up the whisk and branch; they become a broom, and I begin to sweep at the brambles. A fiery wind arises, and the brambles are consumed, and the ashes scattered. In their place, a host of people, whose heads are those of animals, or flowers, or stones, or stars.
_Mighty are the hosts of the Living God, and who shall number them? And mighty are they who do the work of the God Who Comes, for the will of That Which Is strengtheneth them, and the intelligence of the Unceasing guideth them, and for those who have faith, no enemies shall stand before them, for even death is a friend to them, and the spirits of all creation stand beside them._
I am standing atop the tower: the angel, in the form of a great beast, antlered and hooved, with wings like an eagle and the voice of a dove, bearing a flowering trumpet, whose loins are clad in sweetness and whose breast is girded with holy writ upon strips of lion skin, is beside me and says: _Take up your post, who watch for the coming of god._ The vision ends.
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