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!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Sunday, April 20, 2008

the day to day christ

The day turns strange on Friday when a plethora of computer virises ate into my computer. I was able to downlaod a program to get rid of them, but it took tw0o days worth of work and I am still not sure everything is right. i OPEN IN in safe mode. I was an idiot. I AM PROTECTED now, but i PUT no safety gear on the new one and of course either some boof hacker who thinks spreading chaos is fun, or a plot by enemies to do anything possible to kill me. Interesting that I am even alive. o

I attribure this mostly to being the son of god, but many acted as his agents in steeri8ng me toward the right path. In my rush to figure out what is happening and deal with the gestalt of the praxis I am in... it is like I am trapped now, in this name, this form... and however I act will be public. When thehh started putting the sins of my past life on tv, I laughed. I don't look at the world like the uptight suites who usually run for office. I DID the best I could, given the weirdness of my upbinging

pread my poems by whatever means necessary. I am real.

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