WAKING UP JESUS
The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.
You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...
Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....
In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...
I try to imagine their anticipation.
Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.
I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.
Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Everyone is a hypocrite, and everyone is a liar.It is my desire to one day make the chanted hatred of the dreaded cry of, "You are a liar," into a phrase much like, "You are a breather! We all lie. Accept it. Eat it, savor the taste... end up feeling a little forgiven and laughing at yourself. I have a lot of experience with lying. Too fucking much some would say... but who doesn't? I spent a couple years studying under a feminist philosopher, at Northeastern Illinois, and she was just remarkable... under her guidance, I learned language as a weapon to avoid being judged by people. For one, I was a stoned cab driver, which a lot of people I picked up would have been a little freaked to know, while others expected me to smoke with them... you can imagine which opinion I savored. So I made up whoever I thought would get the biggest tip with the people in the cab. For about a year I did. I made up all sorts of different pasts. Improved my way through the day. I used my fun as research for a series of papers for a philosophy class. We were studying Wittgenstein and others, about the contextuality of language and the implications of people playing language games, and how that is abused around us by politicians, male centered writers, god-centered writers, and other people who force you to step into their lie to talk to them (a language game requires two people to play by certain made up rules, that are so imbeded in the language that we don't notice them, usually, until we really sit back and think about it). To talk to someone who is religious about religion in a true way, where two minds are questing with the best knowledge available at this point, on an equal plane where the opinion itself could evolve naturely... and where I presume the religous would kick their god-habits and get on the merry go round with me... is impossible. IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unless they shed a few lies and play by my rules for a change, talk in a way that is devoid of mysticism and the other childhood lies that the neurotic cling to throughout their deluded days.It comes down to this... You have to accept certain lies to be on their level. Sorry buddy, I don't take no leaps of faith anymore. That's for chumps, lotto losers. That's the thing about being a liar, you start to see through all the other liars... and you know me, as far religion goes, IF I CAN'T WALK THERE SLOW AND CALM I DO NOT WANT TO GO...