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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                              JUPITER RISING

                                               Chapter Eight

         It would be nice to know who my mother was.  With Mary I
created a mother, but that is not the same as having a mother.  Joseph
was a good father but of course I created him too.  My people I
adopted.  But what people did I come from?
         Where did I come from?  I do not know.  Moses asked me what I
am and all I could say is "I am."  I could not say who or what I am. 
All I know that pleases me I had to create myself.  Or I had to acquire
it, from the old gods.
         What is it like to travel in flesh and feel cold, and warmth,
and to measure one's progress by the steps of one's feet?  I do not
know.  I cannot know, I suppose.  For me it is like sleep and
wakefulness at the same time.  I am everywhere and yet in many respects
I am nowhere.
         I would be nowhere at all if the old gods returned.  
         The universe isn't big enough for us both.
         I am many gods but I am not the old gods.  I am the new gods,
Buddha and Mohammed and Yahweh and the Lord and Jesus.  We are the
modern gods.
         And the sky was perfect.  It was just so on the day I arrived,
and I set down my place in the heavens and made this my home.  "I am!" I
said, in my youth and vigor, and the old gods fled and I have not seen
them since.  They are faded, they are lost.  They will never return. 
Only their spirits remain, and one by one they too are being snuffed
out, until there will be only me.
         My universe.

         I must have been sleeping.  I sense something new in the world
but it is not of me.  What is it?
         Where is it?
         Why cannot I see it?
         Where has it come from and where is it going?
         My angels do not help me.  They have not seen it.  Have you
seen it?  Does it beckon you as I beckon you?  Does it live in your
veins as I do, does it throb with your heart?  
         It throbs.  I can feel it breathing tenderly and living in
flesh, being in this my world but not of me.
         WHERE ARE YOU?
         Come to me, I command you.  Why do you not obey me?  Who has
sent you?  You are not of Lucifer, he lives by my command.  COME TO ME!
         
         Angels, what use are they if they cannot allow me even a
moment's rest?  Must I be forever observant and omnipotent?  Can I not
cease watching and judging even for a moment?  How long was I dozing?  I
did not even know that I dozed.  I do not sleep.  I AM, always and
forever.  I am Alpha and Omega and none other is.
         No other must ever be!  Only I am, I am, I am, but something is
not of me, in my universe.
         COME TO ME, I ORDER YOU!
         Still it does not come.  It is not of my power.  I pant with
breathlessness at my calling of it, but it does not come.  It exists,
that I know, but I know nothing else.
         FIND IT, I COMMAND YOU!

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