Animis factis Magorum Tolpanis

Being the Spirit Actions of the Magicians of Tolpan

6:00pm June 14th 2010 - Sydney, Australia.  
The Fire Tablet: The Banner Angels Oip and Teaa

There were only four of us this time - we each sat at a quarter. A different experience.

The Vision of Oip

I hear a the sound of a banner or flag flapping in the wind behind me. I open my eyes to see a vast battlefield strewn with corpses stretching before me. All is silent except for the banner waving behind me. It bears the Enochian letter Med (O). Further off I see another banner stuck in the ground bearing the Enochian letter Ur (L) - or perhaps Gal (D) - but it could just be a mirrored image of Ur (L). In any case the impression is of banners everywhere with every letter represented. White feathers are raining from the sky. The ground is covered with the bodies of angels, all wearing burnished silver armour. I can see golden hair falling out from beneath their helmets. The field is a mass of shining silver and brilliant red from their cloaks and blood. The ground is muddy, as though it has soaked up the blood from the slain, and everywhere swords, spears, arrows are thrust forth from the mud and aI have to very carefully pick my way across the field. I am scrambling over bodies and blood, and mud and avoiding sharp blades. The only sound is the wind and the banners waving.

The atmosphere is almost that of an enormous explosion that literally only just settled the moment before I arrived. The banners of letters bring to mind the phrases "Battle of Angels" "Battle of Spirits", "Battle of Letters."

I see crows or ravens in the sky - I'm inclined to say ravens for some reason. I think I see some black feathers amongst the white drifting down from the sky like snow. I turn around and see a short distance away, down a slight incline, the black birds are swirling around a single corpse like a tornado of black wings. I hear their cawing echoing across the field. I feel a mild sense of urgency as I start picking my way across the field towards the body they are tearing at. I half think I hear the cries of a living voice. As I get closer the whirlwind of birds is suddenly blasted away as a brilliant light explodes forth from the ground and a glorious, shining angel stands there in all his glory, full of life, strong: resurrected. I think I even hear heavenly choirs singing somewhere. Very Hollywood. He lifts off the ground into the air. I hear more explosions of heavenly sound, and light shines forth from bodies all around me. Gradually the entire battlefield is wreathed in heavenly light and the armies are resurrected, flying up into the sky in a cacophany of choral sound and beating wings, leaving behind a barren brown plain of earth with no sign of battle or blood or debris anywhere.

To my right, in the distance I see a familiar looking figure - EDLPRNAA. The Kind of the Fire Tablet. He stands at the bottom of a low hill watching me keenly. From this distance he appears largely as he did in my last vision of him in 2005 - a man with a white (painted?) face and thin beard around his jaw and mouth. His robes are heavy and thick, made of red, black and gold. He lashes out his arm and an enormous tongue of flame flows towards me, missing me to my right by a few metres. I am a little alarmed as he seems to be attacking me. He fires off another blast to my left, and the ground splits open around me, rumbling. I look up into the sky and suddenly I am flying, borne through the air. At first I think it is me flying, but then I realise I am being carried away by an angel - I believe the very same one which first was resurrected.

We fly across terrain - desert, lakes, hills, forest (I get a little memory of Bastion riding Falcor the luck dragon in The Neverending Story, music and everything) until we touch down in a tranquil meadow with long green flowing grasses. In the distance I can see mountains, and I feel that the battlefield we have come from lies at the base of them.

I ask this angel if he is Oip and he says yes. I test him with a Fire invoking Pentagram and he responds smoothly. There follows a discourse which was markedly different to those I have with the Seniors. This angel is very clear in his statements and direct in his responses. He seems much more human, and perhaps paradoxically, both simpler than the vast Seniors and more wise and all encompassing than them.

Oip explains that his nature is the cycle of Conflict, Peace and Retribution (with each letter representing this circle respectively). I see in my minds eye his name arranged in a circle with O at the top, flowing down clockwise to I then around to P and then back up to O again. A cycle. However his says true nature is the transcendence and elevation above this cycle - Triumph, Glory, Victory. From within this circle a new line emerges thrusting up, breaking the circle's circumference. The theme of Resurrection rings strong in my head. The previous cosmic drama now seems an illustration of his nature.

I ask his symbol: He thrusts his elbows out to his side (still in armour) and his forearms angle in towards his body. His head lolls before rising to the centre and two lines extende up above the angle of his forearms to create ihs symbol (still trying to find the best medium to draw these and upload them) - I asked if this was a gesture I could use to connect with him as well as his symbol and he indicates yes. 
I ask his scent: Ashes. I probe this response for something more workable and it's almost as if he thinks and says frankincense. Cinnamon comes after with some further thought.
I ask him what his relationship is to Teaa and Pdoce: He says they are all equal, they are all of the same.
I ask him what they would say about the relationship between the three of them, and he almost seems to evade my question. The suggestion is that I ask each of them.
I ask why Edlprnaa, the King, tried to harm me: he says it was a demonstration of his power and authority. He explains that he and the other Banner bearers are "of him."
I ask how his force operates in my life: in the cycle of loss and success - his action is the progression beyond each cycle. Without him the cycle would be endless.
I ask if he can help me in my mundane life: He says yes and seems to give me some very basic instructions for sigil creation and anointing. The colours of the sigil are white or grey and the background seems to be brown.

The conversation ends and he again lifts me up and bears me back to the great earthen plain, formerly covered with corpses. I think I see the King in the distance again, watching, warily. The scene disolves and resolves into the room I began in, ending the vision.

DEBRIEF

It occurs to me that Oip's giving of frankincense and cinnamon as his scents after though were more his trying to fit his nature into a framework I understand. I had his solar nature in my head, as well as the martial scene I ad experienced, hence a solar and a martial scent were given.
After drawing the circle of Oip's name I had the impression of, and then the upward line I was immediately reminded of the whirlwind of ravens, which was broken apart by the rising of the great angel in the centre, who then launched straight up into the air.
Soror L had almost the opposite experience to me - the Seniors were more personal and these Angels were more distant and obtuse. All of us experienced the presence of the King in our visions, and we agreed that he is close to them or they to him, or that they are bound together in some way. Others had more specific symbols such as the throne of the King or his crown. Soror V and Frater SC said they had whirlwind imagery in some way as did I.