וָמֵבֵ (Vav Mem Bet) – VeMeBe

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

Psalms 113:2, KJV: Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and for evermore 

Vulgate: Sit nomen Domini benedictum, ex hoc nunc et usque in saeculum.

וָמֵבֵאֵל VaMeBe-EL / Umabel

Influence time and dates: 20:01 – 20:20, January 20 through 24. He rules over the following days: May 19, July 30, October 10, December 31, March 3.

UMABEL. His attribute is God Above All Things. 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 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; they will have a sensitive heart, and love will cause them grief. 

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

FIRST CONVERSATION

As I prepared for this invocation, I got the sense that it was an important call, and that I should take the prayers and preparations 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 of the 72 grew within me, along with a feeling of reverence and awe I associate with a spirit who has been my personal clearest path to deity, whose presence I have known my whole life and whom I refer to as the Lady.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” I feel the Lady’s familiar and comforting presence, both personal and transcendent, as if She were standing behind me and to my right, with her hand on my left shoulder. Silence. I breathe in her presence, remembering the many forms in which she has 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? Her presence is more precious to me than all created things, and in everything I see reflections of her. I do not think that she is Umabel, exactly–or perhaps she is Umabel and all the other 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 influence guiding and inspiring 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 created beings bear within them the love within whose compass 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 powe 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.” A 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 rotating; I observe something like a universal orgy or communion that contains, first, human bodies of all shapes, then other animal and fantastic 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 CONVERSATION

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 at her feet 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, nor 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 who wake from death, and grow and feed.

“Lady, thank you. What is your will for me?” 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.