וָמֵבֵ ( Vav Mem Bet ) – VeMeBe

יְהִי שֵׁם יְהוָה מְבֹרָךְ– מֵעַתָּה, וְעַד-עוֹלָם – תהילים פרק קיג, פסוק ב

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Psalms 113:2

the 2nd verse of Psalm 113:  Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time froth and for evermore 

(Sit nomen Domini benedictum, ex hoc nunc et usque in saeculum).

וָמֵבֵאֵל VaMeBe-EL  Umabel – To obtain the friendship of a given person. Fond of travel and honest pleasures; sensitive heart.

Influence time and dates 20:01: 20:20 20^th January until the 24^th January inclusively

UMABEL.  His attribute is  God Above All Things .  He corresponds to the name of  Sila  following the language of the ancient Bethulians.  His ray commences from the 301st degree up to the 305th degree inclusive, corresponding to the thirty first decade and to the angel called Ptiau, under the influence of Venus.  He rules over the following days: 19th May, 30th July, 10th October, 31st December, 3rd March.  The invocation must be done from 8:00pm till 8:20pm: 

He serves to obtain a person’s friendship.  This angel rules over astronomy and physics; he influences all those who distinguish themselves in these fields.  The person born under this influence will love travel and all honest pleasures; he will have a sensitive heart and love will cause him grief. 

With meditation on this name you can purify the waters of the earth and awaken the forces of healing and immortality!

The negative side of this angel rules over libertines and particularly those who deliver themselves up to passions contrary to the order of nature.

Umabel report: As I prepared for this call, I got the sense that it was an important call, and that I should take the invocations very seriously; during the call, that feeling grew more pronounced, and as I sang the versicle, a sense of the subtlety and significance of the work grew within me, and the reverence and awe I associate with the presence of my personal clearest connection to deity, who I have known my whole life and who I refer to as the Lady.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” [I feel my Lady’s familiar and comforting presence, behind me and to my right, and her hand on my left shoulder. Silence. I breathe in her presence, remembering the many forms in which she’s appeared to me since childhood: the goddess whose dog I am, patron deity of my own holy angel; goddess of earth and stars and all forms of beauty and delight, lover and matrix of my soul, monstrous and kind. How can I describe her? She is more previous to me than all created things, and in everything I see reflections of her.  I do not think that she is Umabel, exactly–or that she is Umabel and all the angels as well.]

“My lady, I speak to you in my private places, and would proclaim you before the world; in many forms I love you and seek to know you in all your forms. Through your angel Umabel, help me to understand your desire with me at this time.” [I hear her voice as a simple knowing within my heart, in my mind, and in my whole body.]

_Write what you know to be true._ [The words that follow are mine, and more than mine, as I felt her guiding my thoughts.]

This is my testimony: That the spirit of the Lady, who has countless names, lives within and through and pervades all things, and that the Lord is as she is and not other than she, though they are divided for love, and in ten times ten thousand forms they meet themselves and make love in all its forms, in countless bodies earthly and spiritual, and all that proceeds from the womb of the Lady is holy, and all begotten of the Lord bears witness in its very being to the strength and wisdom and beauty and wonder of their love. That in their love they are one, in their being two, and in their creation three, which is their child and fruit, and partakes in its essence of the wholeness of its conception. That from their creation all things flow forth, from the first dream of the worlds to the last, and through the dreamless night beyond creation where even the stars are not.

There is nothing that does not live and partake in their love and being and creation, each desiring and dreaming and deciding how it shall be, and all these things bear within them the love within which they grow. All the ways are open and possible, and each soul, finding within itself something like god, loves it, and finds a mirror beyond itself in heart’s desire, and all these loves are one love. Thus there is no transgression, and all is forgiven: yet to each is given the power and sovereignty of the Lady and Lord as their holy child, and they must choose how they will love, and use the power within them, and what they will create in the world.

And as in their being the Lord and Lady are two, divided that they may find themselves in love, so their children, each in its wholeness, meets its beloved beyond itself, or stays distant from its heart’s desire.

“My lady, I have written what I believe to be true, though words and thoughts cannot hold the truth; by the love you bear me, help me to know and understand your desire, and my own. [Pause; silence] Lady, I would draw closer to you, through your angel Umabel.” [The seal on the altar appears like a mirror, cloudy, then clear, and rotates; I observe something like a universal orgy that contains, first, human bodies of all shapes, then other beings, and even the interplay of plants and fungus, host and parasite, the grand passions of the planets, the steady presence of the stars; and in my own room, the presence of my Beloved, in spirit and in body. I make a private prayer, which I do not record here, to my Lady, whose presence I desire and choose above all things.]

Second invocation, 1/24/24

A crown of stars explodes far above me, spreading outward. I am seized with the presence of the angel: O my Lady, how vast and glorious thy shining, how dark the fields of thy great night! For some time, I am lost in rapture, then, simultaneous with my desire to know more, from the center of the crown, a being descends, like a naked woman with arms outstretched, in whom is all beauty, adorned with countless perfect forms, and robed in night. The stars of the crown form themselves about her head as she descends, and fall with her—and she stands before me, suddenly very earthly, her body showing scars and wrinkles and all the signs of long life. She is radiant in her earthliness and specificity, her eyes lit with the fires of heaven. As I am lost in contemplation, each pore and hair becomes a jewel, until she is robed in cascades of pearls and lapis, rose quartz and carnelian in intricate settings, which blossom into living flowers, then become butterflies and bees about her. A snake circles her feet, which are bare. As I contemplate their perfection, I feel a hand on my bowed head.

_Look upon me child, and see the marks of my love._ I raise my eyes and see the stripes on her hips and the soft belly of a mother, breasts loose from long milking, and between them a window, which looks upon an intense burning, a red gold star in an intricacy of nested spheres, in a sea of blood. Her hands, which hold me, are aged and scarred. As I watch, they grow thin, until the skeleton shows: her face is a skull, and the flesh falls from her. But her bones remain, and the snake rises into the bowl of her hips, which are alive, and made of gold. I hear a girlish laughter: _Silly, what did you think they’d be made of?_

“My Lady, I love you in every form. Even in ashes and dust I praise your name and plead your love in the halls of death and beyond.” _Why do you speak of death? I embrace you already. Have you forgotten me, in whom is life eternally? I have not forgotten you, O child, not that power which begot you, which I have conceived in myself, and which lives in you. When you put off form, I will clothe you in my mantle, which is myself: when you hunger for nourishment and growth, I will bring you forth unto life again, and receive into myself that which dies that you may live: for in me are the dead at peace, and the living are those which woke from death, and grow and feed._

“Lady, thank you. What is your will?” _Your life is precious: the stars burn themselves to ashes for you, the rain weeps for your abundance, the body of the earth labors to sustain you, in love, bearing your burdens. Therefore, give yourself also in love, that you may remember me: conceive and engender and create; nourish your creations and let them go, that my spirit and the power through which you are conceived may be fulfilled in you, and the labor of earth and heaven be rewarded. And love all my children your fellows as you love me, in all their forms. Thus in them also you live and return to me._