מֵצָרֵ ( Mem Tzadik Resh ) – MeTzaRe
צַדִּיק יְהוָה, בְּכָל-דְּרָכָיו; וְחָסִיד, בְּכָל-מַעֲשָׂיו. – תהילים פרק קמה, פסוק יז
Psalms 145:17 (In Hebrew Ver.)
the 18th verse of Psalm 145 The Lord is righteous in all his ways, and holy in all his works
(Justus Dominus in omnibus viis suis: et sanctus in omnibus operibus suis).
מֵצָרֵאֵל MeTzaRe-EL Mizrael – For the cure of mental illness and deliverance from those who persecute us. Virtuous, longevity.
Influence time and dates 19:41 – 20:00 15th January until the 19th January inclusively
MITZRAEL. His attribute is God Who Comforts The Oppressed . He corresponds to the holy name of Gena in the language of the people of Tibet. His ray commences from the 296th degree up to the 300th degree inclusive, corresponding to the thirtieth decade and to the angel called Homoth. He rules over the following days: 18th May, 29th July, 9th October, 20th December, 2nd March. The invocation is done from 7:40pm till 8:00pm,
He serves to heal spiritual ills and to be delivered from those who persecute one; he rules over illustrious people who are distinguished by their talents and virtues; he
influences the fidelity and obeisance of subordinates towards their superiors. The person born under this influence will unite all the fine qualities of body and soul; they will distinguish themself through virtues, spirit, and agreeable humor and will have a long life.
Meditation on this name will perceive the balance and harmony that fills all Creation, especially in the hardships, challenges, and tests that now you must face throughout life. With the power of this Name, you can arouse the strength to pass all those tests, to rise to a higher level of being, and to gain the joy and fulfillment that accompany true spiritual transformation. Unlock the chains of ego and achieve freedom!
The negative side of this angel rules over all insubordinate beings, and influences all bad physical and moral qualities.
Mitzrael report: I was hoping to make this call during the angel’s 20-minute window, but was running a few minutes late; however, at 7:40 (the beginning of the window) I began to experience vivid, intrusive flashes of erotic and quasi-demonic images. These continued as I began the invocations, but changing in nature, coming “closer” until they were around me like a cloak, and a felt sense, like a false memory, of being a warrior or religious fanatic in a desert cave; a fierce, clear, calm quiet with a bit of an edge.
“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” [A wave of red-tinted, well-nigh-tangible, fluid energy washes over me from my left side, like water filled with blood. There are ropes or cables whipping through the fluid. A being takes form before me, very demonic, with tattered red robes; talons like a hawk; two arms with paws like a lion and two others holding the ends of the ropes or cables; a head like a serpent; a hollow belly full of fire, clitorophallic and with swollen breasts. The ropes form a great net around me, containing but not restraining me. Despite the ferocity of the image, I feel safe and somewhat excited.]
“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” [My body is immediately thrown backward onto the bed behind my seat: it feels like hands pushing me, but I am also aware that it’s my own back muscles arching uncontrollably. A great force enters me through my root and fills me; I am writhing in something like fear or ecstacy, helpless and unable to breathe. The energy fills my torso completely, and I have images of strange, other-than-human babies in my belly. My mouth is open, and when I am finally able to exhale, it comes out as a strong, sweet, wordless melody. Then my muscles release, and I feel many hands lifting me easily to sitting, and a voice in my ear tells me to write what I’ve just experienced. By the time I finish, my emotions and mind are once again calm and clear, as if nothing had happened. ]
“Angel, I accept this gift. How shall I understand it?” _Blessed are you, for the hand of the oppressor shall find in you no hold, and stay you not in your course, for your freedom is within you though heaven itself stand against you, and your choices are your own, and hell has no power where you find yourself, though the demons rage against you. So you are free: will you choose heaven or hell?_
“Angel, I choose this green and living earth which I know, and heaven therewith.” _It shall be well for you, and the oppressor shall pass over you blind and unseeing, and the angel of wrath turneth away your enemies. But look to the consequence of your choice, from which none are free: that in your freedom and by your choice, you withhold your will from oppression, and undertake the liberation of beings, which is the way of heaven on earth, so that you will find your limits in connection, which is the very earth of heaven, and give yourself to the shapers willingly, and are subject to the changes and pleasures of those you love. So in your free choice you are constrained by your will, and this is the signification of the net which you saw._
“Angel, what message shall I bear for the others?” _Tell them, they are free, and by their will alone submit to binding; and this is the sign of liberation, that you are bound by love to what you freely choose, be it evil or good, or any heart’s desire. Choose as you will.”
[Afternote: This experience gave me pause, for hopefully obvious reasons, and I spoke about it in a circle of local practitioners who I trust to get some additional perspective. Given the close and even intimate nature of my previous connections with the 72 (whom I understand to be, in some way, a single being), I had no difficulty opening to and coming away empowered from what could otherwise have been a very different sort of experience. Certainly, if an entity tried something like this on a first date, so to speak, I’d have had a chance to see how strong my banishing game is! Remember, kids, just ’cause someone doesn’t have a body doesn’t mean they get to use yours…]
Second invocation, 1/20/24
A thick feeling, roaring in my ears, a yearning in my chest. A sense of vast, dark space around, in which arise groans, distant shouts, crashing of chains, and sounds of sorrow.
“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” Before me, a dull red light partially silhouettes, partially illuminates a gigantic, macabre figure. They have many arms which heave under a robe of weighty, bloody chains which are anchored in the darkness. A monstrous with a great maw of grinning teeth. Some of the hands hold a bundle of severed heads, two upraised torches, a whip, a goad, a cup of blood, a red rose, a sword, and a key.
“Angel, what is your message at this time?” The angel begins to sway and to dance heavily, shaking the chains. More and more powerfully they dance, and the anchors and the darkness shake. The angel laughs and clashes the weapons; they stamp and shake and howl until the darkness cracks like lightning, a brilliant lacework of light across the heavens into which the darkness crumbles completely, an overwhelming collapse into brilliance. My physical body is now swinging unpredictably in my seat, unguided; it is centered on a movement spreading downward from my middle abdomen and upward into my shoulders and neck. I write as I am able, in short lulls in the movement, breathing into and out of the vision.
The voice of the angel exhorts with vehemence: _Laugh, exult, dance, shake off your illusions and sorrows, children of earth! Destroy utterly the snares in your soul, nor fear yourself to do it alone, but liberate the light locked away by the wicked, and burst the seals that keep your many in bondage. Laugh, break the spell: shatter, let go, shake, transcend the forms of your imprisonment! Your freedom is a weapon for wider liberation._
Slowly, vision resolves out of blinding light: I see the angel again, now like a shimmering dragon of brilliant colors, dancing in many dimensions, its feel stamping out waves of flowers and sounds like gongs and bells across a field crawling with prostrate, wretched people hug the earth bleeding, then crawl, then rise, waking up, crying out with wonder to see life restored to withered limbs, wounds healing, broken soil greening, chains and weights transforming to living vines and veins feeding them rich blood and white sap from the earth. Still the dark/bright dragon angel dances and howls and brandishes its weapons, and cries: _Shake yourselves, wake yourselves up, let go of what you have clung to, let go of what you think you need, let go and go beyond, go thoroughly beyond, be free!_
One by one, the people begin also to dance, awkwardly at first, then with frenzy, then with strength and grace: and as they do, the vines and cords that held and nourished them fall away in flowers and light, and they move freely, in a spinning, circling, whirling wheel about the angel, until their bodies also dissolve, in smoke and butterflies, and there emerge beings of living light like stars, which have diverse forms beautiful and fantastic, each unique and distinct yet partaking of the blended natures of their fellows. The rhythm of their feet and their voices is like sweet thunder. I am intoxicated, now dancing before the altar, waves of expansion moving outward from heart and belly through my limbs … gone beyond all thought for a while, exulting in the feeling of my body. As the ecstasy passes from me, I hear a liquid, joyful laughter; the vision passes.
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