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, Lemme tell you a story, a very old story. Think of a circle with a folding split in it. Do you see? Upelluri! The whole world sleeps with you! Like a massive slow-motion orgy, everyone getting busy, buzzing like bees, like birds, sniffing your flowers. Flowers with amazing powers! Flowers that will never wilt. An ever flowing stream of consciousness, filled with flowers: roses all, by any name. A lily, lotus-petaled passion flower, with healing powers, magical flowers of life and light. : You cannot turn away, entranced, enchanted : [Rolls the dice] DoG almighty! The End is Nigh! Wake up! Embrace the rapture! Let your heart be filled! Let yourself be drawn up into the cloud! A flaming chariot, with spinning wheels within wheels, plots within plots, and fields within fields. Like a plane, but somehow different, like a tesseract folded in on itself. The End is Nigh! But it is just a corner.
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