חֵבֵוָ (Chet Bet Vav) –  CheBeVa ( Ch as in Spanish )   

הַלְלוּ-יָהּ: הוֹדוּ לַיהוָה כִּי-טוֹב– כִּי לְעוֹלָם חַסְדּוֹ. – תהילים פרק קו, פסוק א

Psalms 106:1

the 1st verse of Psalm 106:  Praise ye the Lord, O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever 

(Confitemini Domino, quoniam bonus: quoniam in saeculum misericordia ejus).

 חֵבֵוָיָה CheBeVaYA  Chabuiah –       For the preservation of health and the healing of the sick. Governs agriculture and fecundity. Fond of the countryside, hunting, gardens and all that is related to agriculture.

Influence time and dates 22:21 – 22:40 24^th Febuary until the 28^th Febuary inclusively

HABUHIAH.  His attribute is  God Who Gives Freely .  He corresponds to the holy name of  Depos  in the language of the Peloponnesians.  His ray commences from the 336th degree up to the 340th degree inclusive, corresponding to the thirty fourth decade and to the angel called Archatapias.  He rules over the following days: 26th May, 6th August, 17th October, 28th December, 10th March.  The invocation is done from 10:20pm till 10:40pm,

He serves to preserve health and to cure diseases.  This angel rules agriculture and fertility.  The person born under this influence will love the countryside, hunting, gardens and all things connected with agriculture.

By meditating on this name you can evoke the memories of loved ones who have passed on. See them surrounded with the Light of this Name. Meditate to elevate their souls to ever higher levels in the spiritual worlds. It will open you for receive their guidance and support.

The negative side of this angel rules over sterility; he causes famine and plague; he influences insects which harm produce from the soil

Habuhaiah report: Contact began with the odd sensation, while singing the versicle, that my voice sounded like several voices at once, followed by a fleeting impression of a forested mountain.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” [A brief image of the mountains as the body of a great snake; then, within its coils, a cave entrance. At the mouth of the cave, two small trees are growing, with white flowers. A small figure is standing in front of the cave, with a sense of being old and young at once, wearing a white robe. They hold a bundle of birch twigs in one hand and a leathery egg in the other.]

“Angel, what is your office concerning me?” _I will beat out all evil that is in you, to your benefit, and make you to rejoice._

“Angel, I accept your gifts.” [The figure shakes the twigs as if beating me, and my thoughts scatter. My skin feels very sensitive. After a few moments, a passing impression of being naked, cold, and shivering by the side of a rocky pool. The angel strikes me again and again, saying _Wake up!_ forcefully (I felt fully awake). My skin dissolves, and fur and feathers and flowers and leaves push out. I fall apart and scatter, with dozens of animals leaping from the place where I stood. The impression of seeing and hearing and feeling the woods through many beings’ senses at once. In the physical world, my body has grown very warm. Motion is constant and life is everywhere I look, even in small stones crawling with tiny beings, a near-frantic fluttering, scurrying, and exploding of life. Somewhere in the forest the angel is beating the ground with sticks, and something massive and black and monstrous rises up from the ground, like a giant bear with far too many hands. All the animals become silent and still as the beast roars. The angel offers it the egg; it becomes calm and holds the egg in all its paws–and then the egg eats the bear, as if sucking it into itself. Then the egg splits open, and a seedling grows from it into a towering tree like a Doug fir; all the animals of the forest climb up it and take up positions in its branches. The base of the trunk splits open, and from the cleft come a man and a woman, who stand on either side of the tree and sing to it, and the great snake, still bearing the forest on its back, climbs up the tree, undulatingly, and absorbing the other animals into itself as it goes, its skin becoming a mix of all their fur and feathers. At the top of the tree, the snake rises toward the sky, and is crowned with a circle of stars. The vision fades, but contact remains.]

“Angel, what is the meaning of this vision?” _What existed in chaos has been brought into coherence [harmony?] and your elements are composed. No more may you plead ignorance or separation, for you have grown from the soil of the same earth that bore these things, and have recieved the witness of the heavens, and you are within all these as they are within you._

“Angel, what message do you have for Rune Soup and those who talk to angels?” _The end [telos?] of your labor is near and the harvest fruitful beyond your knowing. Do not delay in your actions, or lament what has passed, but give praise to the gods without end._

Second invocation, 3/1/24

Finishing the invocation, a cold, bright, burning exultation in my heart. The air is sharp in my lungs. On every side, I see rings of winged beings, and feel myself lifted up into the heavens with great speed, until I arrive at a garden, with a great tree in its midst, with a trunk of precious stones, leaves of copper, and fruit of gold. Around the tree is coiled a great serpent or dragon, sleeping. Around both, circles within circles of human and human-like beings, naked, of many ages and sexes and shapes and colors, all beautiful in their movements. They are dancing slowly, facing inward—I see that they are each holding hands behind the backs of their neighbors, forming an interlacing chain of arms—and they are singing a polyphonic, haunting song in a round. This continues for some time.

“Angel, show thyself that I may know thee.” With a slow coiling, the serpent raises itself, and I see that it has the form of a woman from the waist up, with wings for arms. Her eyes are closed, but a third eye is open, streaming with light, and the angel sways as if in ecstatic trance.

“Angel, what is your message for me at this time?” The angel utters a piercing cry, as if seized by rapture, and a wave passes through the people, who loudly and with one voice cry, _Holy is the Lord and the Lady; Great is their mercy! For they give to their children that we may know of the gods in our own bodies, and like them beget and bring forth, like them raise up worlds! And who are the gods, who are infinite in number? For their children bear universes within them, and we are the means by which the generations of the gods extend, soul upon soul, aeon upon aeon, yeah, even unto eternity. Let us give praise to the Lord and Lady, and follow in their joy._

The dance becomes faster, even frenzied, heaving in erotic waves, then breaks apart into a vast orgiastic revelry; the celebrants embrace and make love to each other, giving themselves to all manner of pleasure, and their voices now make a flowing, organic, sweet, even heady music.

The angel looks at me, and I feel the light of its eye upon me like strong hands, insistent. I am aware of my own body’s layers of clothing, its quietude, sitting alone before the altar. The piercing voice: _Why do you hold yourself back from this holy worship? Fear not for the heart opened in love; fear not the power which has been placed in you for the healing of wounds, for the renewal of life. This is the offering: give yourself unto love, give praise with your whole body, be serviceable to love, abstain no longer from worship._

The angel’s flaming eyes are upon my hips; I am naked in their gaze, and in the bowl of my pelvis I see a copper sphere turning, sparking with electricity. As I watch, it splits in two, becoming a shape something like a Tibetan dorje. A fire suddenly erupts between the two hemispheres, filling my body with heat, the feeling of lightning crawling on my skin, and my mind is overwhelmed with erotic images: some of them sweet memories, some like fantasies, a great burgeoning of form, bubbles frothing on the surface of the sea, skin glistening, flesh shot through with glory, glowing, my heart roaring like a lion.

Then calm. From the tree fall great, ripe, red-gold fruits like apples, which are caught in the grateful hands of the people, like raindrops falling into a sea of bliss.