יֹיֹלָ (Yod Yod Lamed) – YoYoLa

וְנַפְשִׁי, נִבְהֲלָה מְאֹד; וְאַתָּ (וְאַתָּה) יְהוָה, עַד-מָתָי – תהילים פרק ו, פסוק ד

Psalms 6:4 (Hebrew Ver.)

Psalms 6:3, KJV: My soul is sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long? 

Vulgate: Et anima turbata est valde: sed tu Domine usque quo?

יֹיֹלָאֵל YoYoLaEL / Ieialel

Influence time and dates: 19:01 – 19:20, January 4 through 8. He rules over the following days: May 16, July 27, October 7, December 18, February 28.

IEIALEL. His attribute is God Who Hears Our Sighs. His ray commences from the 286th degree up to the 290th degree inclusive, corresponding to the twenty-ninth decade and to the angel called Epima. 

He serves against sorrow and care and heals the sick, especially problems of the eyes. This angel rules over fire; he influences refiners, metalworkers, cutlers, and those involved in commerce; he confounds evil and those who bear false witness. The person born under this influence will be distinguished by their bravery and boldness, and they will be passionate for all things associated with desire.

The negative side of this angel rules over anger; he influences evil motives and homicides.

FIRST CONVERSATION

Contact begins with the feeling of a heavy, oppressive, thick, and palpable heat; a steady, slow thudding beat that I feel in my body, between the beats of my own heart; I hear the sound of someone weeping, distant.

“Angel, show yourself that I may know thee.” I see an orange field, like flames, and a dark rough cauldron or vessel inside, containing other flames like half-formed, flickering human figures blended together. I see that the vessel is held in the flames by a gigantic, naked woman, bald and dark-skinned.

The woman takes the vessel from the flames and pours out its molten contents on a stone slab, then smites them with her fist again and again, shattering them into separate figures, more human, glowing red, whose fitful movements signal distress and anguish. The giant woman has tears running down her cheeks as she takes up the smaller figures, molding them with blows of her fingers until their substance becomes fluid, malleable, glowing white-hot, yet perfectly formed. She blows on them with her mouth, then places them into the same dark vessel, which is now filled with her tears. A great cloud of steam rises up, and the figures emerge fully human, like people coming from a Turkish bath, relaxed and happy. The angel gathers them in her hand, and they hail her loudly and enthusiastically. Their postures and actions bespeak a languid hedonism.

“Angel, what is your office concerning me?” O little one, you see how their suffering is quenched: So have I done with you, by heavy blows and the toil of centuries, and have fashioned your parts for pleasure. Now am I come to bid you take up your life with courage, not to destroy but to create, by your own hands and breath and the waters of your body, with passion to shape that which brings joy to you and what flows from you. As I am so will you be: a keeper of the forge of your heart, and a laborer in the foundries and fountains of love, where grace is shaped from the pain of earth.

“Angel, what do I need to know or do to work in this way?” You must know that your hardness is kindness to those seeking form; your tears and sighs are balm to those who thirst for spirit. Therefore do not think as the unformed, that pleasure is good and pain evil: but the refining fire and the work of the heart make good of evil, through pain and pleasure both. And what is created and formed in this way lives, and endures forever, and passes beyond its creator and the causes of its creation; and the joy of the creator is in the life that begins when their labor is complete. This message I give you also for the world, for those who will see its truth need no further shaping, and blindness is taken from them by the burning of their heart and the washing of eyes.

SECOND CONVERSATION

I hear a dull gurgling, so clearly I think it’s coming from another apartment; then I hear over- and undertones, and it is simultaneously a moan, a heavy slow throbbing, and a very high keening.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” A feeling of being in deep water—darkness and pressure from every direction, and rocked by turbulence. Before me, a bright vertical line, at some distance, surrounded by a great seething. It looks sometimes like a figure, sometimes like a sword, sometimes like a snake. Slowly the light fades from white and gold through orange to red, to dark. The sound, the seething, and the feeling of turbulence also cease. As the image cools, I saw a being like hot metal take many forms and gestures, especially that of a shining woman with one foot in front of the other and arms raised.

When it is dark, there is a shift in the vision, like breaking the surface of the water: I see a vast salt sea under a red sky, and giant figures around the horizon, who hold writhing, white-hot human figures with great tongs and plunge them into the dark water, where they scream, subside, and are drawn forth in beautiful and solid forms, each both a living soul and a carefully and curiously wrought instrument. A mirrored, damascened metal surface rises vertically before me, like a waterfall of steel. The surface partially reflects my image, and partially shows, in its folded waves, an angelic being like the bright woman I saw in the water.

A great voice says, Those who burn and are beaten in the forge of the spirit are tempered by tears, which are shed by the eyes of angels for the relief of their pain: and this is their balm, that the waters soothe them, and they find rest in the forms of beauty and use, fit for the work of the hands of the gods.

I am lifted up in the palm of a giant hand, and see a sphere made of eyes, all weeping cold pure water that rains into the sea and cools it; and as if from above I see an image like a medieval illustration of hell as the mouth of a furnace, tended by devils and filled with burning souls: but here each devil clasps a wretched human, holding them in the fire, and they wrestle, until getting hot the human and the devil melt together like brightly shining gold, hotter than the fires around them, taking fantastical shapes. They are lifted together toward a vast altar, where they are hammered and buffeted on every side by the winds that flow from great wings, and glow brighter; and they are molded and massaged by strong and tender hands like clay, and take on beautiful and curious forms and are baptized in the great sea, and come forth at peace. I see again the being who was forged at the beginning, a blade and a woman at once, and they speak to me with measured and careful words:

You who are my mirror, see me, that I am like you, and I know myself in you as you in me. Therefore let there be peace between you and me.

“Angel, who is this soul that you have shown me?” She is your own angel, which is not other than you, and who has suffered with you always and is now made whole, and you in her. This mirror is given you for your protection in days to come, and this blade to sever illusion, for what has been forged in spirit liveth in the flesh, and what is tempered by these waters long endureth, even beyond death.