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This is an ongoing collection of my notes and experiences with Leviathan.
After first appearing to me in a dream (where I had no idea, at the time, who he was), he gradually became one of the entities I lean on most, and a lot of my work involves him in some way, whether it’s wealth, emotional/mental healing, protection, or asking him to accompany me as a guide.
Leviathan is reasonably well known, and as far as I can tell, has a reputation for being an edgy primordial demon lord of darkness. Has a few titles and dignitaries to his name and all that. That is not really the Leviathan I know – or rather, not the aspect of Leviathan that I know and work with. The Leviathan aspect I work with is stern but gentle, taciturn but generous, and has helped me in many aspects of my life.
I call on him not by using any sigil, but through a personal pathworking he gave me, or simply by mentally pinging him. While at first he was difficult to speak with – as in, he would not speak to me at all – over time he thawed and became an entity that I am quite close to. He will occasionally show up uninvited (but never unwelcome) in my space, and almost always appears when I simply ping him.
(When I say “ping” – how to describe it? I just reach for him, and he is there. I find this is something that happens when I work with spirits closely for an extended time – I establish a much easier link. “Pinging” an entity to draw their attention… at first it’s like the feeling of absently groping for your phone to make sure it’s still in your pocket, and being reassured when you feel it. Over time it’s as simple as closing your eyes and bringing your two hands together in the darkness.)
It began on October 30, 2021.
Here is the dream I had.
Dreamt that I was given a “dream machine” that was meant to help with astral projection.
I met the inventor of the dream machine. He was an intense man, lean and wiry, with bright yellow-golden eyes and long yellow hair. Neither plain nor handsome. He only wore a loincloth, and every interaction I had with him, his manner was very stern and intense.
The “dream machine” looked similar to a radionics machine. Unfolding a stiff, shallow cardboard case revealed two small chromatic discs arranged side-by-side – looking like scaled-down CDs – and between them ran a length of gold tape, or thread, in a sideways infinity symbol. Like an old-school projector running film through its gears and mechanisms. But small; maybe the size of a piece of A4 paper or smaller.
The man (I believe he was a demon, if not some other entity – I am really getting a “demon” vibe though) explained or conveyed to me how the dream machine was meant to work. I don’t remember the conversation beyond something akin to “intend, imagine, and dive in”. I don’t remember his voice.
After this exchange, I was lucid enough within the dream to try the machine, but only, like, first-level-Inception lucid. I fell/dove through the wall on which the machine was mounted. No memory of what awaited on the other side. I know my dreamself still had enough lucidity to try to thrust a thumb through the opposite palm (my reality check), expecting to be awake, but each time the reality check failed (obviously, as I was asleep and dreaming), so my thumb would push easily through my palm, but then I found no matter what I tried, I could not awaken from my “projections” (none of which I remember) when I grew tired of them – because the projections from the dream were literally like a dream within a dream.
At some point (in the first-level dream) I found myself standing in a wide, shallow river or lake, with clear water only a few inches deep, and a bed of smooth pebbles. The man (demon) squatted on his haunches at the west bank of the river, frowning at me, or looking at me sternly; in disapproval almost.
I tried going back to the dream machine room and diving through the projector wall, but I didn’t have clear enough intentions about where I was going, so I simply fell into a void of utter blackness. Soon enough after this I woke up properly.
I’ve kept thinking about it, and the entity, and the “dream machine”. I’ve done some investigation into who I think it might have been, but nothing conclusive yet. I have narrowed it down to some intuitive inklings, but nothing written of these entities matches up, and I didn’t recognise the demon from their energy signature, even though I pondered if it might be someone I had worked with before.
Note: A lot of this content was originally written here (note you may not be able to access the link).