⚡ Unordained, private Priest to the Lord of Destruction, Emperor Leviathan ⚡ A blog for ramblings, channellings, meditations, aesthetics, and so on dedicated to him and working with him⚡Anyone here with respect is welcome to look or follow, except minors⚡See pinned post for full about
The Leviathan is a hagfish. The day sky is milk in water expelled by the Sun.
He pours me milk with meals, my stomach rejects food as it turns with withdrawals and yet there's more to the gesture than filling me up with something soft. He pours us a glass to share before we sit in bed at night. There's an offering in it, always, of substance. Reality itself, Matter formed, into a glass of homogeneous white liquid.
White flower garlands, white lotus, pale ghee and milk of cows and honey and milk of tears, and milk of voices, and milk of hymns...
He gifted me a body of mine, something so like to his image. We share a name between our mouths.
He dresses himself in black obsessively, ritually, spiritually always playing a game of hiding. Black cloak, black hair, black shadow, black Void. He is the Abyss. Even when he walks through the streets indistinguishable from the rest of us in milk-white singlet and denim jeans, loose jacket, guitar strung across his back, wide brim hat around his head, he's draped in blacks. Separation, absence, mystery of the Name of God.
Here, though, his presence is white: a hand around a glass of milk. The Leviathan is a hagfish, forever knitting itself into reality around it. Milk, always, his sacred symbolism of bulls, the divinity of spilled semen, the white of the eye as the Father forever surrounding every child's iris, the white of the Sun unfiltered, the stars, the lights lining our glistening Star-Beast backs...