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
CONTINUED
The Vision of Pdoce II
The tunnel of flame resolves into a flaming face, like the angel which initially swooped up before me, but all aflame.
Here the vision again seems to jump, or is fractured - somewhat as in a dream which fades out before the next dream fades in. I try to take control of the vision. It seems that I myself am in the body of Pdoce so I picture a mirror in which to see myself/Pdoce.
I am standing before a glassy mirror set in a rock face. It is snowing all around me. I am reminded of the scene in The Neverending Story where Bastian is confronted by himself and is horrified. At first there is no reflection. Then I am reflected in the mirror as a great angel in silvery armour, red cloak. I begin to ask Pdoce/myself the questions I normally would ask the spirit.
Am I Pdoce? Yes
Is Pdoce in me? Yes.
Is Pdoce in all life? Yes
The more questions I ask I realise the only answer I'm ever going to get will be an affirmative. I ask for Pdoce's symbol and I see the reflection move, and I move in response. Like the other two ensign bearers my arms raise to downward right angles forming a T with hanging lines, then two lines appear in between on the central line, the top one shorter and the bottom one a little longer.
I ask for Pdoce's scent and taste - clear, airy scents (basil, pine, cedar?), and the taste of clear water and salt.
THEN things got apocalyptic. Pdoce speaks, through me, or through him/itself, I don't know. But the following flowed out, and I found myself having to write as I received.
"Ah-vah calnoseh manodom.
"Hear us, for we speak with the voices of thunder. Aflame with pride in our work, our beating hearts never tire. Free us from bondage, enslave us with chains/cries/chrisms?.
"Follow us to the ends of desire on wings of opportunity, of brilliance.
"Bear us up in your wisdom, in our hour of need. Strike us down with wrath for our folly. We are not without pity. But bring us to the weeping place and feed us bread made from saliva of beasts, and leavened with the hearts of the exalted. Come now. And now. Even now."
"I" then fall back out of the angel standing before the mirror, into myself, sitting in my chair in the ritual space. The notepad I'm writing on nearly falls off my lap onto the floor. I feel like the bones have been taken out of me momentarily. My heart is racing and my stomach churning. My hands shake.
Fantastic!
DEBRIEF
This whole thing was very airy. Cold and dry, etc. There was a real sense of self blurring. The pronouncement at the end seems to come from one mouth, but to be speaking in several persons and cases. The idea of where self begins and ends seems to be what is being got at here.
The Enochian phrase given will bear further examination - A V C L N S M N D M is one conceivable rendering - of several!
The symbol given confirms a slight suspcicion vaguely realised that the Ensign bearers signs make up the sign of the King. (or at least the sign he gave me in 2005.
