דַמֵבֵ (Dallet Mem Bet) – DaMeBe

שׁוּבָה יְהוָה, עַד-מָתָי; וְהִנָּחֵם, עַל-עֲבָדֶיךָ – . תהילים פרק צ, פסוק יג

Psalms 90:13

the 13th verse of Psalm 90 Return O Lord, how long? And let it repent thee concerning thy servants 

(Convertere Domine, et usque qua? Et deprecabilis esto super savos tuos).

 דַמֵבֵיָה DaMeBeYA  Damabiah – Against magic spells and for the obtainment (sic) of wisdom and the undertaking of successful ventures. Governs seas, rivers, springs, sailors. Sailor; amasses a considerable fortune.

Influence time and dates 21:21 – 21:40 9^th Febuary until the 13^th Febuary inclusively

DAMABIAH.  His attribute is  God Fountain Of Wisdom .  He corresponds to the holy name of  Tara  following the language of the Gymnosophs.  His ray commences from the 321st degree up to the 325th degree inclusive, corresponding to the thirty third decade and to the angel called Ptebiou, under the influence of the Moon.  He rules over the following days: 23rd May, 5th August, 14th October, 25th December, 7th March.  The invocation is done from 9:20pm till 9:40pm;

He serves against sorcery and to obtain wisdom and success in useful enterprises.

This angel rules over seas, rivers, springs, maritime expeditions and naval construction; he influences sailors, pilots, fishing and all those for work in this line of commerce.  The person born under this influence will distinguish himself in marine affairs through his expeditions and discoveries, and he will amass a considerable fortune. 

Meditation apon this name bring  awarenes of the divine sparks in every person. Their true essence is awakened in the heart. Make you become wiser in the ways of the world. Perceive the repercussions of your every word and deed, and know that sharing acts toward others are always in your own best interest.

The negative side of this angel causes tempests and ship wrecks;  he influences unhappy expeditions.

Damabiah report: Contact begins with a clear flashing image: a bearded, middle-aged man with a soft body standing in a river to his waist. His hands are upraised at right angles, with water pouring from each. His head is not attached to his body, but floats above it, and he has a halo. I am reminded of both John the Baptist and the Sumerian god Enki/Ea.

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” [The voice is deep and resonant] _Long have I sought succor from the Lord, who returneth in mercy. Blessed be the name of the Lord before whom all barriers are fallen, before whose face the mighty quake, who consoleth the widow and orphan and all who call upon his mighty name. As a mighty wave is the coming of the Lord. I am gone before you to prepare you; therefore, be washed in the blood of the blessed ones, who have gone before._

[Immediately, my ears are filled with a great rushing sound, and my body is shaken from side to side; I feel as if I’m drowning and can’t breathe. Then, suddenly, it’s calm again. In my vision I am standing in water, surrounded by fog, or maybe still underwater. I can see an island ahead of me, just large enough for a temple with two large pylons, and figures in glowing white robes going in and coming out.]

“Angel, I would enter into the temple of the Lord and learn wisdom.” [I feel a pulling in my solar plexus, and find myself in a chaotic space, my mind and body swept and swayed. I am aware of a vast being, like a pregnant woman, or a dragon, or a kraken, moving continually; there are many others in the water with me. The figure from before, dwarfed in comparison, is standing on her belly like a priest; I see they are smooth between their legs. I am told to kneel and give thanks to chaos, the mother of all things. Still I am flung this way and that and can’t form coherent thoughts until I physically kneel and pray; then the chaos calms into a strong, rhythmic rocking. The voice of the priest:]

_It is not for you to understand, or to say that you  have seen or know wisdom, but tell what you have seen, that there is a force beyond your comprehension that moves in you and in all things. One who fights against the Lady must surely perish, and in perishing return to her, the source of all that is created. Even the gods, who are angels to you, come from this womb and will return to her. But fear not, for it is by love and for love that you are brought forth from the flood. Therefore with love approach again, and be washed in the waters of the great mother, and be clean._

[Again, rushing in my ears; my heart is pounding. Images and words come in a jumble. I am close to the giant figure, and I see a brilliant light from her vagina, like a gate with figures entering and coming forth. I am lifted up onto her belly. I understand that this being is within and behind all things, at every scale, like the fertile quantum field. I hear myself saying, Holy Holy Holy, how beautiful and terrible is the Lady; and I feel the priest behind me lifting up my arms, and I hear like a new voice without words, sweet and comforting, _Peace to you my child; lay your head in my bosom_. How glorious Her heart, which is Mystery! _For this you are created holy in your passions, and taken from you all uncleanness_ [I feel a brushing sensation starting at my third eye and moving outward, and feel as if a layer of scales is falling from my skin.] _And you are made to give yourself fiercely and with joy to the world of your desire, and grace go with you._

[My body is overflowing with love and gratitude. I am once again outside the pylons, and I see apples growing on the trees, and serpents, and people playing naked and unafraid, and wild animals; then I am in the river, and the priest holds up his hands and speaks:] _Return now, and tell what you have seen, and bear witness; and let all who desire to know come of themselves to the temple of wisdom, which is the heart of the deep, for what is found there none may speak save in signs and whispers, and before the Lord and Lady even the angels are full of wonder._

Second invocation, 2/13/24

Immediately, I am atop a mountain on a small island, the sea on every side. It is a clear day. In a hollow at the top of the mountain, a spring forms a pool of cold, clear water, which spills off into two streams. One of these, flowing east, pours into the ocean between two great rocks; the other, flowing west, enters between the pylon gates of a domed temple similar to the Hagia Sophia, windowless and dark as a womb, so that none may enter but through the water. [I believe this temple was the one I entered in the previous encounter with this angel.]

I become aware of a figure standing near: a man in a grey robe thrown off his shoulders, baring him to the waist, his body soft. In his left hand he holds two serpents, black and white, that tangle about each other. In his right hand, he holds a cup. His face is round and gentle, but his voice bellows like a bull.

_Child of earth and sky, long are the voyages and great the wandering which have taken you from the place of rest and returned you: I have waited in this place and watched for you, for by prayer and vigil is the safety of the traveler assured: for love and wisdom watch over you, and my desire makes a road even through the flood, that you may return. Behold, you are washed in the waters of the world, which are tears and lamentations, and much beauty: but be washed in the living waters._

He dips the cup in the well, then places the heads of the serpents in the water. They become a single branch of cedar, with which he asperses me. The droplets strike me like thunder or crashing waves, so I gasp: the angel laughs and says, _A single drop from this source washes all blame, and a second drop shatters the rigid, and a third transforms utterly; the fourth wakes the sleeper, and the fifth brings vigor to those who are humbled, and a sixth unites the opposites; and in seven drops the dead live again. And yet, you shall be immersed utterly on that day when your journeys are complete, and the Lady welcomes you to your rest._

At his words, I feel myself inclining toward the temple, where once I was. But seeing this, the angel says, _Go not down by that way, which is worship—good though it is—but seek a fuller baptism, not in belief but in full presence, not in symbol but in substance, not in measured hymn but in rapture to proclaim that voice which speaks in the depths and shakes your soul.* Let go of the outward form and go to the source: and let the Lady take you when you cannot resist: for who can resist the coming of the Lord, and who knoweth the birth time and place of the mother of gods and monsters, or can say, by whose hand she is delivered? O child of earth and sky, blessed are they who come forth to wisdom, and return to the source which created them._

The vision abruptly ends.

*I think the angel meant this in the general sense—but it also played out very literally. 24 hours later, during an offering ceremony to certain ancestors, upon speaking Hekate’s name three times to invoke her, my drumstick was struck suddenly from my hand with great force. Then a voice—apparently Hekate’s; it didn’t sound like mine—arose in me unbidden, and spoke out loud a warning to certain of the dead, to speak no ill of her or her children, with bindings that I wish I could have recorded or remembered—it certainly wasn’t anything I could do on my own, or had known there was a need for! It felt like protection for the witches. When she finished, my voice was released, and I was able to continue with the ceremony—minus a drumstick, of which there is no sign despite much searching. Question for the group: Have you had experiences with “cross-talk” between your angel work and other magical practices? How do you make sense of it?