The science of
analogy is important,
this includes the importance of outward appearance,
this includes the importance of outward appearance,
especially in
respecting the inherent wisdom in nature.
So next I am
sending an additional message
on the importance
of allowing the hairy covering of our bodies
to function as it
was intended in the original purity of all ideas
in divine mind.
 10
degrees Gemini
The
Angels
of Analogy Also known
as
The
Angels
of Golemi Beloved,
We
infuse the mind with
wisdom to evaluate
all people and
beings accurately
by
shape, color, tone,
and all other
aspects of outward
appearance.
The
range of effectiveness of
any person or being is
clearly known through the
laws of analogy.
"As
above, so below."
The
state of being, will,
mind, emotions, and sensation
is reflected in the
details of appearance and
energy vibration of all
beings.
We
inspire the use of
analogy in all
kingdoms and worlds.
Now
Divine
so that Heaven manifests upon Earth in all of its perfection. As
this happens, the sons and
daughters of Divine Being
shine forth resplendent
outwardly in ways that are
analogous
to the splendor of their divine wills, thoughts, emotions , and sensations . Their outward appearances manifest the splendor and majesty of Divine Virtues within.
I
give thanks
that this is
done. SO
BE I  Here
is one of our stories:
Farishtas
Beloved Cape
Once
upon a time a dangerous
battle was being fought
and a lovely girl named Natasha
had to escape that very
night.
Her uncle
and aunt were being held
as prisoners by cruel
captors.
If she stayed even a few more hours in their house she knew that she would loose her freedom and most likely her life. She
grabbed an old coat and
scarf, stuffed a few
things
and
what little money she
could find in a shoulder
bag and walked out the
door,
never to return to this beloved place of her childhood. She
had never been on her own
before.
She
had always been controlled
and protected.
Now she had
only God, the
heavenly hosts
and her own judgement to
get her safely across the
border.
Her
greatest asset was also
her greatest liability.
She was beautiful. Her beauty
was more than skin deep,
she had
always
been
deeply feeling
and highly
spiritual,
an incarnation of flowing
Purity and Love.
Her
blazing heart, her
sensitivity, her
kindness and her
devotion
to all that is noble had
etched itself
in
every nuance of her facial
expressions and bodily
movements.
As she
became older, every
man who had ever seen her
had been rendered helpless
and transfixed by her
energy.
At
first she felt utterly
defenseless.
Who
could she trust? She had
no gun or fighting skills.
Confused
and frightened people were
running everywhere.
She
prayed to the Angels of Golemi
, the angels of analogy,
to help her understand who
she could trust and guide
her.
They
answered her prayer.
Within
moments of praying, her
head cleared.
It felt to her like cold clear streams of water washing away all feelings of confusion and fear.  A
keen sharp penetrating
awareness glowed with
her and became stronger
with each breath.
Her emotions were filled with the most deep and penetrating love and gratitude to God. She
took some deep breaths,
feeling absolutely safe
and excited,
glowing with an inner assurance that her aunt and uncle were safely in the heart of God, and that somehow underneath it all were the everlasting arms. An
inner knowing came
upon her, and in
her mind's eye she
saw visions of
many lifetimes for
everyone involved
in this conflict.
She saw how the souls of everyone were gaining much wisdom from the events transpiring. She saw that many many hearts that had been cold and judgmental for lifetimes were breaking
and learning to
desire
unconditional love
and forgiveness
over anything
else.
Without the
beauty of Divine
Love, everything
else would no
longer hold much
meaning for them
now.
Without this love, all else would seem empty, and true happiness only an illusion. Neither
fame, nor power,
nor material
possessions would
matter.
She knew that after this, deep down inside of their hearts, only
pure divine
unconditional
love,
gratitude and
forgiveness would hold appeal for them.
As the assurance of this insight
sank in, she felt
a deep peace and quiet
joy,
a joy that she knew would seem illogical to anyone not understanding what she had been shown. And there, amidst this horrible scene
of confusion, danger,
and misery, Natasha
glowed with serenity
and strength.
Then she realized with great
excitement and relief
that for the
first time in her entire
life, she was on her own!
Oh how
she had always longed for
complete freedom!
All of her
life she had been
restrained and secluded
away by traditions and
customs of her middle
class society.
She had always had to answer to outer authority. This
was to be a truly
miraculous time for her.
She
pulled her plain scarf
over her face, she did not
want to draw attention to
her beauty.
Hunching
over like an old woman,
she secured her bag over
her back, her long plain
everyday coat covering her
completely,
giving her the appearance of being a hunchback. She melted in with the crowd. Angels
protected her.
No one could see who she was.  She
headed toward the train
depot.
Soldiers
were everywhere checking
passengers.
They were tense and demanding. She looked
at their faces, their
uniforms, their guns and
movements,
with
auras of cruelty,
fanaticism, and revenge
emanating.
She couldnt risk this. They would not help her, they could only do harm. They seemed to be on drugs. They were not normal men at all. Still
filled with deep inner
silence and peace, she ran
away.
Inwardly
she reveled in
the
protecting presence of the
heavenly hosts as she
telepathically heard
beautiful clear voices
telling her which direction to take at every turn. "Go left! Now duck between these buildings and take this alley!" On and on she followed clear inner guidance, running swiftly. She
found
herself that evening in
the poorest slums on the
outskirts of the most
humble ghettos far away
from the inner city.
She
had always heard terrible
stories of what went on
out here.
Her
inner guidance told her to
not be afraid.
Here she would find sanctuary. She
wandered happily down
poorly lit and crowded muddy
streets lined by ragged
tents and shacks.
Surrounded by her protecting angels and guides, she flowed with loving feelings of kinship for the people she saw. She felt curiously at home here, there was something about these people that seemed familiar. As
she looked among them, she
saw a strange nobility and
kindness coming from them,
instead of the dark grim evil that she had always been told she would find.  With shock
she realized that severe
hardship and danger had
forged a society here more
human,
more honest and deeply spiritual than any she had ever seen in the middle classes. The angels inwardly told her that the middle class had been more concerned with materiality and status whereas these people had been faced with daily issues of life and death. Concerned
with pure survival, they
had only succeeded by
trusting God and helping
each other.
Their beauty shone for all who had eyes to see. She
straightened up and walked
among them in wonder.
Her scarf fell off her beautiful face. She was a queen of divine love among peers. Inner
guidance had served her
well.
She saw
courage, faith,
goodwill, and
intelligence.
As people saw her, they seemed to have been expecting her. Each eye contact brought nods of recognition, respect and familiarity. A
woman was cooking bread on
a makeshift oven and
approached her to offer
something to eat.
The
woman looked at her
knowingly, and with
gentle love
sighed.
"Sit down my dear, I can see you just escaped from the city. You are tired and we must quickly change the clothes that you are wearing. They make you stand out from the rest of us. Just in case any soldiers come here we must make sure that they cannot see you, and besides, your
clothes are not
comfortable for you to
sleep in.
You will need better protection from the rain.  An
hour later, a well fed
Natasha emerged from
Farishtas humble tent
looking like a nomad.
She wore an old but well-made long flowing cape that was warm, water resistant,
lined with deep hidden
pockets and extremely
comfortable to sleep in.
She
looked closely at
Farishta, "Farishta" she
said, "How can I take this
from you?
What will you use if I take this? "Hush
now," Farishta said
shaking her head, "The
only way any of us make it
around here is through
helping
and loving each other with deep gratitude for the privilege of doing so. I feel in my heart that you must take this. God will provide me with another." I can
not count the times when
people I have never known
have given me a helping
hand. Farishta
went on,
smiling a huge smile with a few missing teeth. She winked, Besides, she said, We are sisters, you and I. I feel it in my heart. I love you as if I had known you all my life. Natasha
noticed Farishtas kind
eyes, the deep wrinkles
across her forehead, her
callused hands.
Farishta looked old enough to be her mother, but in truth she was almost the same age. Her life had been hard. Natasha
knew she was standing in
the presence of a
spiritual teacher.
She
remained for a few weeks,
learning from Farishta and
meeting other survivors.
She spent
evenings around warm fires
listening to stories of
miraculous interventions
and survival.
Her heart
grew and grew until it
felt as if it would
burst with all the love
that she was feeling.
 One
night Natasha was smuggled
across the border by a
motley crew of her new
friends.
They took her down to the waters edge and packed her among wooden crates on an old shipping barge
heading for a foreign port
downriver.
She had plenty of food with her, and a large flask of water. That night she was awakened by the plaintive mewing of a small kitten. The poor little thing smelled the food that she had stashed away in one of the large pockets inside her cape. She
fed it, and together they
enjoyed the long trip,
hiding out successfully
in a
space under the stacks of
large wooden containers.
A few
weeks later Natasha and
Star found themselves in
another world, standing in
the bright sunlight of a
foreign city.
She was amazed at how drastically their world had changed. She
realized that the
authorities that she had
been taught as a child to
look up to and respect had
turned out to be her true
enemies,
and the poor and downtrodden that she had been taught to fear had turned out to be her true friends! With
the help from the Angels
of Golemi, she and
Star wandered safely for a
long time,
judging
each person accurately,
finding friends and
staying out of danger.
Star made his home deep inside her cape, in a special pocket.  His slight weight balanced the pocket on the other side that contained their food and supplies. She
became an important link
in an underground network
that smuggled children,
refugees, and animals to
safety.
One
day, as peace returned to
the region, a strange
man appeared before
Natasha and Star.
 Blazing love flamed from his heart, and this beautiful flowing love penetrated all darkness like the sun.  "Natasha,"
he said, "I am aware of
you .
I have watched over you for many lifetimes. I come to invite you to a secret place, a high mountain retreat far away, where
you can study with the
masters for a while.
 With the love, knowledge and illumination that you receive, when
you return to the highways
and the byways of the
world, you can be of
greater service to others.
You will be an even greater healer and you will also be in a position to teach others who
are ready of The Ancient
Wisdom of
Unconditional Love
of Divine
Omnipresent Being ."
He
held out his hand.
Looking
closely at him, Natasha
saw his deep purple shirt
with a gold crest, clearly
the sign of divinity.
She sensed immortality, and saw the beauty of enlightenment play across his features. She trusted him. He was speaking the truth. Taking
his hand, she looked him
deep in the eye.
She felt home. She experienced the mystery of the omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient state of being that makes all places holy. Then
she gathered Farishtas
beloved cape about her and
they both disappeared out
of sight.
 For
years stories were
reverently told around
campfires and hearths of a
strange and lovely lady
with
a cat
who
appeared when people
prayed for help.
 Children listened breathlessly to tale after tale of people and animals that were rescued when
all thought of hope had
left.
 Wanderers from lonely and forgotten places would arrive and relate wondrous accounts of
how they were not only
saved and healed,
but how they were taught the most marvelous truths about Gods love.  They learned about amazing powers of Divine redemption and truth from a beautiful lady named Natasha.  MIRACLES
G-O-L-E-M-I
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The
virtue of divine peace and
blessing
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and the
ability to see through the
eyes of love divine and have
impeccable judgement
L
brings
perfect vitality, beauty,
and harmony.
E
The
presence of God in all
beings allows the miracle of
materialization and
dematerialization,
clairaudience,
and the ability to transfer
consciousness.
M
With
the power of great emotional
feeling
I
the
laws of cause and effect are
mastered on the material
plane.
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************ Footnotes:
The
names and meaning of
angel groups come from
Quaballah,
which
is a very ancient set of
teachings which together
form a common precursor,
or root, of three of the
world's religions:
Judaism, Islam, and Christianity. Each degree of the zodiac is ruled by a high being of the heavenly host in the zone girdling the earth, and the angels who work with him or her. The being and the angels share the same name. This name is a key to their powers and influence. *
Names, phrases, or
sections in the angel
messages are quoted or
paraphrased from the books
of Franz Bardon.
Information of the heavenly hosts of the zone girdling the earth is referenced from THE PRACTICE OF MAGICAL EVOCATION, ISBN 3-921338-02-6, and Information of the divine virtues and the letters are referenced from THE KEY TO THE TRUE QUABALLAH, ISBN 3-921338-12-4]. Publisher is Dieter Rüggeberg, Wuppertal/W. These books have very important information for these studies. *** The book " Initiation into Hermetics" ISBN 3-921338-01-8, is a preparatory book for the others. Franz Bardon's last autobiographical book, "Frabato the Magician", gives
historical background and
was compiled by his German
publisher from notes
written by Franz Bardon.
This book is most important for understanding present day political issues. "Believe nothing merely because you have been told it. Do not believe what your teacher tells you merely out of respect for the teacher. But whatever, after due examination and analysis, you find to be kind, conducive to the good, the benefit, the welfare of all beings - that doctrine believe and cling to, and take it as your guide." ~Buddha  If you have these, it may be helpful to read Frabato the Magician first, with
appendixes, and then read
appendixes from the other
three for background.
Feel
free to share these
messages.
 Please feel free to share these messages with others. The
Law of One is the original
law of Creation, and is
the supreme Law over all
laws in all dimensions.
THE LAW OF ONE We are all one. When one is harmed, all are harmed. When one is helped, all are helped. Therefore, in the name of who I AM that I AM, one with all; I ask that ONLY THE HIGHEST GOOD OF ALL CONCERNED happen. I
give thanks that this is
done.
SO BE
IT!
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