#jofiel

[shanicetjn]

Wild Ones Sketchpage

I miss them so thought it would be nice to doodle them as warm-ups. :> I prefer the uncoloured version but heck, have both of them!

Sketched - 4 February 2025

[takijedenszczur]

The Good omens theory

Crowley is Jofiel?

I'm sorry if some sentences don't make sense, are grammatically incorrect or wrong words are used, English is not the language I use on a daily basis, so I don't know it very well. I hope you understand what did I write.

Enjoy reading

Probably evryone know theorie wherein Crowley's are Raphael, but i can give you a new theorie where Crowley is Jofiel. I think someone was wondering about the letter J in the name of Anthoni J Crowley. It's a moment when Aziraphale ask Crowley whot mean J in his name Crowley say "it's just "J" really" but is a one Angel who names is Jofiel. It's posible that Crowley changed his name after the fall, but leaving the sequences with his former name but using only an initial so that no one would associate him with Jophiel. Now look an "biography" of Jofiel

it is said there that Jofiel is friends with lucifer and is presented as an angel who the incomplete has fallen and look whot we have in book

Here you can also see the origin of Aziraphale's flaming sword because Jophiel attribute was a flaming sword so when Jofiel "fall" the archangels could give it to Aziraphale. it would explain the curiosity Crowley about sword when he meeting with Aziraphale on the wall. Of course Crowley might have seen Aziraphale with a sword before and asked out of sheer curiosity, and probably for sure there wasn't only one flaming sword so it is uncertain whether Aziraphale had the former sword of Jophiel.

Look up, here we see characteristics of Jophiel. We see the Jophiel was creative, and in good omens is a moment in which we hear that Crowley has imaginations and at when he explains the plan about M25 They show us to he be creative. We also have it written that he was the guardian of the tree of knowlegde i.e. the forbidden apple tree, when he gave the apple to Eva, he could fall. It is more probable, however, that Jophiel fell earlier but he was given a chance back to heaven, he had to guard the apple tree, but he recognized that he would rather go to hell (probably at the urging of Lucifer) and tempted Eva to eat the apple.

I hope you like this theory

@neil-gaiman whot do you think abot it?

[taoofthedrakon]

Archangel Jofiel

Divine Star Society and Order of the Drakon

[comunidadanamcara]

CONECTAR CON TU SER DIVINO☀️ MEDITACION Y DECRETOS "Mi Yo Superior "☀️ARCÁNGEL JOFIEL☀️

✔️ DESCANSA en tu divinidad. Conecta con tu Yo Superior. Para poder conectarte directamente con tu Yo Superior debes desear evolucionar espiritualmente y saber que eres un alma y espíritu valioso más allá de tu cuerpo. En caso contrario, la conciencia de tu cuerpo se identifica con el ego y la personalidad como si aquél fuera todo el yo. Qué tu práctica sea diaria, porque siempre al estar en contacto con la divinidad estamos en el PRESENTE en lo Real y recibiremos más fácil todas las señales para iluminar nuestas vidas y nuestro andar. Evolucionar es conocerse a si mismo, despertar es saber que no eres un cuerpo ni una mente, es cuando dejas de identificarte con ellos. buen Viaje. Arcángel Jofiel te acompañara. Bajo la influencia del RAYO DORADO AMARILLO

🧭INTRODUCCIÓN: Hasta el  00:00 al 1:03

🧭DECRETO: 1:03  al 7:10

🧭MEDITACION MINUTO: 7:11

[maxtheegg]

So i finally finished the boys ^^

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Lucifer and Jofiel, also known as the guardians of candles, they were made by a god to protect all the candles from every type of danger and problem. 

Do your candle have any problem or is on big danger? Lucifer and Jofiel will appear. But depending on the heart of the candle one or another will appear.

A candle with a pure, honest and brave heart will have the help of Guardian Jofiel.

A candle with a dark heart will have the help of Guardian Lucifer.

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How to invoke them?

If you candle wants to make Guardian Jofiel appear you will need to say while closing your eyes and puting together your hands “I want help, the help of the purest angel”.

If your candle wants to make Guardian Lucifer appear you will need to burn a paper and say “I want help, the help of the darkest demon”.

(Don’t be shy to ask them for help).

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[rainbowspines]

update: the crystal ball is giving me weird dreams

[kingdomcomefic]

Cloud Connected

I was told that I could fly when least expected.  Raziel was waiting for Castiel outside of the old farmers market where they’d chosen to house their rebel prisoners. Castiel knew that Johiel was inside the building waiting on him, and he could hear the grunts of the male prisoner as Johiel beat him. “Raziel, has he learned anything from the prisoners?” Castiel asked. “Not as of yet. Michael has demanded that you extract the information on where the nephilim and his army make their camp.” Raziel stood with her chin held high, staring down her nose at Castiel.  “You look at me as though you’re disgusted, sister,” Castiel said, feigning hurt.  “You are disgusting, Castiel. You think that some of us don’t know what you do in the dark? You think that we don’t know where your so called ‘talents’ came from? You’re pathetic. You’re beneath all of us,” she sneered.  Castiel bristled at the idea that they could know about Meg, but he reassured himself that if they knew who he sneaked off to see and where that they would have already destroyed Meg by now. No, they probably assumed that he was with a human, which, he admitted to himself, would have been disgusting. “Whatever you think I may or may not be doing doesn’t change the fact that this entire world is at Michael’s feet because of me,” he said stepping toward Raziel menacingly.  She backed up a step, but she kept her expression steeled. “You place too much importance on your skills, Inquisitor.” “Oh? You seem to forget that it was me who assessed the Winchesters as errant, disrespectful, abominations. One was addicted to demon blood and the other was so homesick for Hell that he was having dreams about it. I was the one who sent Dean Winchester back in time to stop his mother from making the deal with Azazel to save John Winchester, insuring that the Winchesters were never born, and I was the one who secured that the battle between Michael and Lucifer went forward as planned.” Castiel backed Raziel up against a tree and leaned forward until he was mere inches from her face, “You, and all the others, should show me some respect.”  “Castiel!” Jofiel called from the door of the store. “I was wondering where you were. Welcome! I’ve been waiting. I always enjoy your work.” Castiel didn’t take his eyes away from Raziels face, “At least someone appreciates my handiwork.” He straightened and took a deep breath in, before turning and beginning to walk away. Behind him Raziel let out a breath she’d been holding in her vessel’s lungs. She finally allowed her face to show the fear she’d felt. Castiel didn’t have to see her to know that she was shaken, but he needed to be sure. He stopped in his tracks and turned his head to speak over his shoulder, “Oh, and Raziel? If you, or any one else think of following me again to spy on me, I’ll cut the grace out of you, and string you from the trees using your vessels’ intestines. Am I understood?”  Raziel whimpered before muttering, “Yes...” “’Yes’, what?” Castiel demanded. “Y-yes, sir,” she said.  “Good,” Castiel said, then he made his way into the store to do the job he’d been assigned, never suspecting what the night would hold for him.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the early light of morning Michael watched the rift close with a zap. Next to him stood an alternate, wounded version of his brother. He could sense the rage radiating off of Lucifer, but it didn’t compare with his own. Michael was incensed at the escape of the nephilim and his rebel faction. There were other humans in the world, certainly, but they were tiny in numbers and had no leadership that even came close to Mary Winchester and her surrogate, Jack Kline.  Lucifer growled, his eyes flashing red, but then he breathed deeply and straightened, rolling his shoulders back. He chuckled and turned to Michael “Well, would you look at that? Sammy got me good. I’ll just have to repay the favor when I get back,” he said, smiling.  “I’ve been trying for months to get through to that other world. I have angels stationed in all of the locations where the veil is the weakest and you think that you can get through? Why should I trust you?”  “I know what it takes. It's some blood, some fruit, a glowy rock, and then? Bam!  We step through, both of us,” Lucifer said.  “And then?” Michael looked at his brother, wary that this could all be a trap. Still, he could be useful, and Michael could use him.   “And then I get my son, and you get...” Lucifer studied Michael’s expression, trying to decide what he might want, before he finally settled on an answer he thought sounded enticing enough. “Everything else,” he said. Michael’s eyes affirmed his desire to rule, and Lucifer knew he had him. Thunder rumbled overhead, as Lucifer asked, “Are we agreed?” Michael nodded once. “We are. Now what are the ingredients for the spell?”  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In another dimension Meg paced outside the bunker while Castiel explained why and how she was alive. He’d been inside at least an hour and she could almost imagine the pearl clutching that he’d had to face. She knew that it was a difficult sell, but she was there to help. She’d been gone from Hell too long, and her bond was with Castiel. She couldn’t explain it, but she had to stick by him. When they had returned from the alternate dimension they called Apocalypse World Castiel had been very quiet, and she knew something he’d seen there was bothering him, but she didn’t pry. Now there were a lot of new people they were getting sorted into new lives in their world. Castiel suggested that he would ask Sam and Dean if she, too, could live at the bunker. Meg doubted they would agree to it, but Castiel had insisted.  Thirty three more minutes passed, and just as she was about to hop herself over a few towns to grab a drink Castiel emerged from the bunker, wearily watching his feet as he climbed the steps to where she stood. When he reached the top he looked up to meet her eyes and he sighed heavily and shook his head. “They are obstinate and, at times, hypocritical, but it is their home, and they have the final say. Their answer is ‘no’. You can’t stay here.” “It’s your home, too, Clarence. You have no say?” she questioned irritably. “Meg, I stay here on their kindness. There was a time when I wasn’t allowed to stay here, either. It’s just that there is warding and there are security systems in place and you simply aren’t able to dwell within. Physically it’s impossible for you. It’s not as simple as erasing a line in a symbol. It’s built into the bunker and they can’t undo it,” Castiel explained. “That and they shat identical bricks when you suggested it,” Meg said raising an eyebrow in disdain. Castiel gave her a pleading look. “We anticipated their reactions for the most part. Sam, of course, seemed more movable, but--” “But Dean was adamant that I’m going to try to bite the hand that feeds?” she interrupted. “He suggested that, in so many words, yes. He was also concerned that the new tenants might not be so keen on living with a demon and an angel. Our ilk slaughtered their whole world. I’m starting to make friends with them, but it’s...tenuous,” Castiel said, placing his hands on his hips. Meg huffed. “Super. So did they have any suggestions besides ‘tell her to go to hell’? I mean, I could keep hopping motels, but I like having a steady hideout. You know that.” “They suggested the safe house Kelly Kline and I created,” he said. “Oh, the house you built for Wendy Darling?” she scoffed.  Castiel raised a hand and then let it fall to his side. He’d known that she would be adverse to the idea. “It’s not a bad idea, Meg. It is warded against many beings, but we could destroy the wards against demons and you could lay low there.”  Meg tried to swallow her annoyance. It wasn’t a bad plan at all, but she didn’t have to be happy about it, even if it made sense. “Fine,” she said after a moment. “It’s a roof and it’s free, so fine.”  “Thank you,” he said, relieved. “I have a hunt to do with Dean, Sam, and Jack. The safe house is in North Cove, Washington. Here’s the address,” he said, handing her a slip of paper. “I’ll meet you there later.”  She shook her head. “They’re never going to get used to us, are they?” she asked.  He walked over to her, stopping when he was a few inches from her. “It will take time, Meg. They’ll come to respect you, as I do. In time,” he leaned down and kissed her lightly, closing his eyes, and when he reopened them she was gone.  He found himself missing his ability to fly more than ever. 

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