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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Ha, Ha, Ha, I remember! Lemme tell you, It happened so long ago that we all forgot. - What is your favorite memory??? - I remember this!!! Love is the answer! Stop buying stuff!!! Never carry wealth! It is forbidden! So it is written! - He scrawls on a paige of his Bibull. - So let it be done! [Rolls the dice] I just love the sound that they make, like angels dancing on the head, but there were infinite angles, each unique, special, perfect in its own right. The head of a pen, like a ball-point, just scratching the surface, but we must go deeper. - He turns the page. - There was the most beautiful image, like a painting in a dream, all swimming in color, like a rainbow, but somehow tangible, coherent, real. Like I was saying... all too real.
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