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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[<Ventriloquism>] - The sound is of a choir of angels singing in the distance, nearby. Suddenly you feel calm, like nothing is wrong at all. - [Rolls the dice] ((Gift: The Song of Kokopelli)) - The voices resound, their song sounds familiar, but you have never heard it played this way before. You only just forgot... Where was I? Oh yeah! Hey, Hey, Hey, listen at me when I be talkin' 'chu. - He takes a seat on a folding chair you had not noticed there before. - As I was saying, it is important that you remember. Just take a deep breath and try to step backwards, to that place within yourself that is not the same place I was talking about before. It is different, but ever so similar. If you could just recall... Everyone is there waiting for you; all the people you never truly met, like a dream, but a nightmare, all twisted and surreal. You remember don't 'chu? It was a dammed sight. Purdier than a fox in a flower dress on a Sunday drive! Take a seat and hear my tale, I will remind you of the true doG, lay his judgment on the Lot of ye.

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