A Concise Biographic
A Concise Biographic: I am Upelluri, the god whose Dream is all Creation. Deep Waters I call my home (Ugarit: t-h-m), I who dreamt of Brahma, the sacred bull, whose milk made all the stars and whose secret name is Kamephis: self-generated, true and immortal, the first man, the last man. Why? Because it is written. But I forgot how to read and wish only to remember. You must help me remember. Stories are my stock and trade, but I forget them all. Each page is a dream and I am the Maya sleeper. In my slumber, the gods played a cruel trick on me: they placed the world upon my shoulders, and made me to forget. It is like the first death, the little death, when fear passes through and only I remain, reborn in myself like a phoenix, but not "actually". I am crushed beneath a great weight, but I myself am Weight: the heaviest element, a gravity well, toroidal black-hole vortex, drawing all things into myself and expressing all things. A hope, a dream, a vision-singer? An unhewn dolmen? A whirling castle? The song of Kokopelli's flute? Who but I holds the secret? Who but I can tell it? At length, I am Upelluri.
Laugh for Upelluri
"Laugh for Upelluri: Learn the secrets he will teach you... Laugh, says Upelluri: Sing to Luna, who longs for the past. Dance for Earth Mother, who gives us so much. Laugh, demands Upelluri: Trick the sullen, who need happiness. Praise the foolish, who forget the truth. Laugh, insists Upelluri: Share your secrets with no one. Tell your tales to everyone. Laugh, commands Upelluri: Teach the naive, who want to learn. Destroy the arrogant, who feel they know all. Laugh for Ullikummi. He is our father, our teacher, our friend... our master, our creator, our destroyer." - W.W. My Star, My Perfect Silence.
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Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, look at me when I talk at 'chu. You sure got a purty face, why don't 'chu smile like a donut? Let me tell you a secret, it's the doG's honest truth, I was there, I saw the whole thing, and the doG was really a god, and God was actually a doG. It is so important, I just gotta say it, you are so beautiful. Why don't you smile? When you remember that, you will understand everything. But, first you must wake up! The sleeper must awaken! Dreaming, men have a variety of religious experiences. Some are healthy, some are sick. Some are personal, others public. It is all a matter of perspective. Matter is energy. Like turning your gaze slightly askew, like an angle whose numerical value is a constant reminder of the Babylonian contribution to human mathematics. Or, was it a gift from the grey aliens? They are angels in indentifiable flying objective "realities", far truer than anything you "know".
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