מֵנֻקֹ (Mem Nun Kof) – MeNuKo

אַל-תַּעַזְבֵנִי יְהוָה: אֱלֹהַי, אַל-תִּרְחַק מִמֶּנִּי. – תהילים פרק לח, פסוק כב

Psalms 38:22 (Hebrew Ver.)

Psalm 38:21, KJV:P  Forsake me not, O Lord: O my God, be not far from me 

Vulgate: Ne derelinquas me Domine Deus maus; ne discesseris a me.

מֵנֻקֹאֵל MeNuKoEL / Manakel

Influence time and dates: 21:41 – 22:00, February 14 through 18. He rules over the following days: May 24, August 4, October 15, December 26, March 8.

MANAKEL. His attribute is God Who Supports and Maintains [or Nurtures] All Things. His ray commences from the 326th degree up to the 330th degree inclusive, corresponding to the thirty-third decade and to the angel called Tepisatras. 

This angel serves to appease God’s anger and to cure epilepsy. He rules over vegetation and aquatic animals; he influences sleep and dreams. The person born under this influence will unite all the good qualities of body and soul; they will bring about friendship and goodwill among good people through their pleasantness and the sweetness of their character.

The negative side of this angel rules over all bad physical and moral qualities.

---

FIRST CONVERSATION

Contact begins quietly, with the interiors of houses sunk in the earth; subterranean cities and tunnels, dark and close, warrens and dens of small creatures. Outside, I know the moon is full without looking. A feeling of expectancy and alertness. No movement.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” The tunnels fill slowly, almost imperceptibly, with the girth a serpent. The earth, and the air in my chamber, feels full, thick, heavy, turgid with life. Above, I think the moon is like a sun, glowing dully red. Steam rises from the earth. The air in my room feels dense and alive, but I see nothing, and repeat the question. A voice, very still and slow and near, as if from my intestines, says, Look within. When I do, my body is a network of tunnels, warm dens full of movement. There is an unusual heat just below my navel that feels full and thick and warm. In my mind’s eye, I see something like a snake with feathers, curled tightly into a ball, the spaces between its coils shaped like eyes, like mouths, with flickering tongues.

“Angel, what is thy office concerning me?” Very slowly, words come one at a time. Feed upon what comes from the sources of your thriving and in the life of earth find your home and with steadfastness keep it. Your world is already heaven for those who love the works of life. Cold are the far celestial halls where no life comes rich from earth. In the halls of your roots is feasting and the flesh; by your meals your ancestors are fed and return in the life that climbs upward to the light.

I see a snake rising vertically from the ground, silhouetted against the warm red moon; many more are also rising. They become the grass of the field, then a forest, teeming with mice and birds, then bigger things. I see a cave entrance: light within, a campfire; hairy humanlike beings roast meat on sticks, and roots in the embers, and drink water from clay pots. Someone sings, slow and repetitive. The stars are bright.

“Angel, what message for those who talk to angels?” These things are happiness for humans: The warmth of bodies. Food in the belly. Rest and peace and music. In the morning, light. The moon becomes the sun, and the sky becomes blue. A clear morning and a fresh wind. The sound of birds.

---

SECOND CONVERSATION

The sound of rain seems loud after the versicle fades, and the world gets soft, my thoughts running like watercolors, and a deep indigo settles around me. I feel buoyant, as if in warm water. A light appears at a distance and approaches slowly, weaving from side to side as it does. When it is close, for a moment I see clearly a lantern bound on the brow of a great sea monster, like an oarfish or a prehistoric whale; then the light moves past me, and I feel rather than see the passing of a vast undulating bulk. It is not frightening, but not comforting either.

“Angel, why do you appear in this form to me?” You have called; I came. Out of the deeps, I appear to you in the form of what is bigger than you, older than you, strange to you, less known than guessed, for thus was I made: and it is good for you to be in this presence and remember that it is not given to your kind to know all, or have all power; for the Lord and the Lady work beyond your reckoning, and even the angels are children before their inscrutable might.

The presence is circling me slowly, at a distance; sometimes it seems their lamp is carried by the sea-beast, and sometimes by a figure like an old man with a long beard. It becomes very peaceful in their slow, mysterious presence, and I feel the questions and problems I came with slipping away into a wordless happiness. Eventually they speak again.

Tell those who ask, that each being already has the knowledge of its good, as instincts. Be nourished by the simple things that call to you. Let your food be simple and delightful; be easily delighted as a child — for the wisdom of age is a heavy learning, and must be leavened by joy, as work by rest. I lay no heavy burdens on you, nor take aught, for I need nothing: and so it is good for you to be in my presence, who need much — images flash of food and fresh water — and want more. I would not take your desire from you, but show you peace, that you may desire what is good for you, and you may seek without suffering, and pray “Be thou close to me” and be assured it is so, though no sign is given. For the time comes when you shall be as it were alone — perhaps apparently referring to the approaching end of this year of these conversations –– and though we are close about you always, yet shall you dream as one who sleeps, and wonder that such things have been shown unto you.

Fear not, for the angels know you, and are close about you always, though from time to time you know us not. And this is for you a blessing, as rest after a feast, or the unplowed field after a harvest, [the life of the primeval, hidden, virgin sea, which is, and knows that it is — but what it is cannot be known] This last sentence came though as more felt than heard, and the words are not adequate to translate it; my mind was very soft, and the images too subtle and self-referential to hold -— but when the vision faded, I felt like someone waking up from a long sleep.