Being the Spirit Actions of the Magicians of Tolpan
6:00pm June 27th 2010 - Sydney, Australia.The Fire Tablet: The Banner Angel Pdoce and the King Edlprnaa
Generally this night's visions were very fragmentary and lacked the clear narative of the previous workings. It could simply be a continuation of the difference regarding the Banner Angels as observed last time, although this is unlikely as that different was more clarity, not less. Another possibility as suggested by Soror L is that my conscious mind is finally starting to get out of the way. This is highly possible, however the narrative coherence of the previous visions aside, their highly vivid and obscurely symbolic nature cannot be ignored, nor can their distinctiveness from eachother in many respects. Of course, it could simply be that I wasn't really "in it" this time - we had two participants who came late and were very unfocused and unfocussing from the get go, and then Frater DW made a little mistake in the final invocation of the spirit (which was totally fine, just felt like a bit of a misfire after the lengthy trance inducing chanting) - however, as will be seen, I certainly got some very vivid imagery and some very interesting language. These visions are also distinct from the previous in that I received Enochian sounds and letters, and a fantastic oration very reminiscent of the Enochian Keys themselves.
The Vision of Pdoce
At first nothing happens. I am still sitting in the ritual space, the rest of the group sitting still, eyes closed. I wait patiently. Suddenly an enormous angel swoops UP before me, the face of a man, and wings of grey feathers fill my vision. Then it is gone and I am elsewhere.
I become aware of the sound of wind, or air. I become aware of coldness all around me, and then finally I see that I am flying through clouds, high up in the air. At first I think I am falling - like skydiving - but gradually I see that I am moving forward, in control of my flight. Clouds drift past, the sun shines brightly upon them. I cannot see any group below - or perhaps I don't even look below.
Next I turn my eyes heavenwards and realise that I am not flying through the air a la Superman, but am actually flying by means of a bloody great pair of wings sprouting from my back. I am now aware that I am clad in armour, and am flying through the air as a great Angel. Okay... I think, This is unexpected...
Now, on the side of a great cumulo-numbus cloud ahead of me an enormous rift of flame opens in the sky - a great circle of flames about the entrance to an impossibly long tunnel of flame. I am reminded of that famous image of the afterlife - a huge tunnel of angels in the sky, however this tunnel is wreathed in flame. The King, Edlprnaa, steps up to the edge of this rift, robed voluminously in black and red. He points to me, commanding, authoritative. I am drawn towards him like a magnet and I fly straight at his heart, and into his body.
I am enveloped by fire, travelling down a long narrow tunnel, at the same time I am standing looking through flames, rising all around me, from me.
TO BE CONTINUED...
(Brief Discussion before I forget...)
The fact that as Pdoce I don't look below me to the earth I think is significant. These Enochian spirits seem less inclined to actively choose to engage with the terrestrial plane - just as we humans generally don't make it our business to involve ourselves in the lives of insects - or demons for that matter.
