Loading ...
Sorry, an error occurred while loading the content.

Fw: 19 Gemini The Angels of Personal Ritual

Expand Messages
  • Polly A. Menendez
    Angel Pegasus ... From: Spiritus Sanctus To: Spiritus Sanctus Sent: Saturday, June 09, 2001 12:50 PM Subject: 19 Gemini The Angels of Personal Ritual 19
    Message 1 of 1 , Jun 9, 2001
      Angel Pegasus
      ----- Original Message -----
      Sent: Saturday, June 09, 2001 12:50 PM
      Subject: 19 Gemini The Angels of Personal Ritual



      19 degrees Gemini

      The Angels of Personal Ritual

      Also known as

      The Angels of ‘Debam’



      We are masters of mystical ceremonies, especially personal ones that include gesticulation and spontaneous prayers spoken from the heart.

      When a child of God feels inspired to perform an individual ritual or ceremony for the highest good of all, we make sure that their natural flow of creative energy connects with the unified field, the Web of Life, so that the entire spectrum of help from all beings and spheres is available. We especially work through emotion and gestures, which shape magnetic energy to attract miracles.


      D…We reveal all knowledge of the mysteries of creative expression among humans

      E…in order to manifest cosmic consciousness into refined ritualistic forms

      B…by perfect mastery of and insight into the most profound mysteries of the physical world.

      A…We inspire creative artistic expression and mystic abilities in order to heal the mind

      M…and heal the emotions through controlling fluidity of movement in all spheres of action.

      The melody of the letters of our name are the notes of


      Here is our story:

      Mary called on her guardian angel for help. She was standing on a high ridge overlooking the valley and the wind whistled sharply against her face. Her heart was beating strongly with the love she felt for the earth, for the animals, and the whole human race.

      Newspapers and reports on television had depressed her. Too much suffering and war; too much dishonesty, denial, rampant aggression and insatiable greed in high places; too much harm to the environment, poverty, and over all bad news, had driven her to make a plea to God. Why didn’t all the money and effort go toward peace and healing and sustaining the earth and the fragile ecosystem?

      Feeling guided by her deep spiritual need, she had come to this ancient outpost in the midst of nature.

      What could she do? She was just one person, standing on the roof of the world, alone with God and the angels and eternity.

      She closed her eyes.

      The fingers on her right hand began to drum against her thigh. Suddenly she felt herself turning and spinning on one foot, the other foot thumping down over and over in a strong rhythmic beat. Ancient Indian-like chants began to flow into her imagination and she felt a strong urge to lift up her voice loudly and sing.

      She raised her other arm up to heaven, and as she sang, she imagined angels descending on waves of light to earth.

      Round and round she spun, singing and seeing in her mind’s eye heavenly angels filling the earth with light and love. Finally she crumpled to the ground, putting her forehead on the earth, and spread her arms out with palms down.

      For a long time she prayed. She prayed for the forests, the children, the animals, and the sea. She prayed for the healing of the past, the present, and the future for everyone. She prayed and she prayed, until finally she felt a deep quiet descend.

      Raising her head, she noticed that day had turned to dusk. Out of the corner of one eye, a tree began to take on the form of an ancient Indian Chief. Out of the corner of the other eye, she saw a swirling mist began to form.

      During her prayers, her heart had melted into earth and sky, and she felt that she had become one with everything. The appearance of the Indian and the mist were to her a confirmation that the angels had done their work and the earth would indeed be healed.

      She spent the rest of the night under the stars. In the morning when she drove back to town, she felt completely relieved, as if the great burden had been lifted.

      Even though much of the news continued to carry alarming overtones, she could read between the lines now and see that people were waking up at a fast rate. More and more of the news was positive. She could see that the balance of power was shifting from ignorant to wise.

      She continued to send in donations to environmental, human, and animal rights groups, and she continued doing ceremony out under the sky whenever she could.

      Slowly but surely she saw the tide turning. Huge tracks of forests and sea were protected, devastated areas were being restored, good new laws were passed and enforced, sustainable technology replaced the old, and ancient and modern feuds laid aside.

      The ancient prophets were right, bit by bit the Golden Age was arriving, and she could feel in her heart that her ceremonies were bringing it faster.

      "..and the end times will be shortened, or nothing would survive."





      Previous angel messages are on line at





      Names or phrases in italics or single quotation marks are quoted or paraphrased from the books

      of Franz Bardon, ISBN 3-921338-02-6 [The Practice of Magical Evocation] and 3-921338-13-4 [The Key to the True Quaballah]. Publisher is Dieter Ruggeberg, Wuppertal/ W. Germany. :


      Stationary by Lady Isis
    Your message has been successfully submitted and would be delivered to recipients shortly.