The Tract of Upelluri: Page 6

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.

Ha, Ha, Ha, Lemme tell ye a story, a very old story. It is so very important, you must remember. Wake up! You're too late. He just left. - Elvis has left the building. - But, we do honor to the King, Jeebus Crust, doG almighty. I am your voice. Can you hear me? I love you... but not that stupid kind of love, the love of the blind, love of the living dead. - ooh, spooky. - No, doG, I love you like that creepy uncle who touched me when I was young, but I forgot... no. I choose not to remember. But, what is a rose? Eros? Euros? Arroz? By any other name, my love for you is a romance written in the sand, washed clean by the tide, by the Moon, hidden, secret, and safe. But I will always remember, like it was the very first time... do you have the time? I think I am running late... but I forgot.

Genesis 19

"The sun was risen upon the earth when Lot entered into Zoar. Then the LORD rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the LORD out of heaven; And he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground. But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt. And Lot went up out of Zoar, and dwelt in the mountain, and his two daughters with him; for he feared to dwell in Zoar: and he dwelt in a cave, he and his two daughters. And the firstborn said unto the younger, Our father is old, and there is not a man on Earth to come unto us in the manner of all the earth: Come, let us make our father drink wine, and we will lie..."

About Me:

..... As far as you are concerned
.......... I am playing a completely
1 b 4 .................. different game
2 a 6 ................. system. control.
3 a, e 4, 6 : 14, 16 .order. chaos
4 d, b 1, 6 : 15, 20, 22 ...... math.
5 b, c 4, 3 : 19, 18, 24, 23, 26, 25
6 b 4 : 23, 22, 28, 27, 30, 29 .. A
7 a 6 : 29, 28, 34, 33, 36, 35 .. S
8 e 3 : 32, 31, 37, 36, 39, 38 .. A
9 a, c, e : 7, 4, 1 ... 46, 43 ...... B
10 c, e : 3, 6 ... 45, 42, 39 ...... V
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-39, 36, 33, 38, 35, 32, 44, 41, 38,
43, 40, 37, 42, 45, 39, 42, 36, 39,
41, 44, 38, 41, 44, 38, 41, -35, 38,
47, 50, 44, 47, 41, 44, 46, 49, 43,
46, 40, 43, 49, -52, 46, 49, 43, 46,
48, 51, 45, 48, 42, 45 .... 35<->52

The Tract of Upelluri

A Concise Biographic

Laugh for Upelluri

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