My story is not for the religious or the atheistic or the agnostic... it is for everyone interested in the truth. This blog contains first drafts of poetry and prose for my series of books on Christ, the first of which, Waking Up Jesus, is being greeted kindly by critics. Thank you... John Scott Ridgway
TRUE STORY:
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!"
Sunday, April 27, 2008
dr danial stern.... taught me to fight in peace for peace
DR DAN STERN...
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by jsr
12/03/07
6:34 PM
here is a name you should know... (AND SOME OF YOU DO ALL TOO WELL), he single handedly kept the military intelligence program going at NEIU. The FBI considers him a dangerous man... at least the ones who are not calling him all the time and giving him information.
He introduced me to COOL, CARING spies.
He was considered the jewish black panther. Knew all those GOds you shot down on the west side. They died for your sins... you did not help them, then the FBI inserted terrible images in their coloring books, and other black psy-op shit. They pushed guns on them, busted them for them... the BLACK PANTHERS HAD TO GO TO WAR TO TRY TO SURVIVE... THEY DIDN'T
BECAUSE WE WERE NOT READY.
WE ARE NOW.
There.
Go Ahead and get worried ....
You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.
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by jsr
12/03/07
6:34 PM
here is a name you should know... (AND SOME OF YOU DO ALL TOO WELL), he single handedly kept the military intelligence program going at NEIU. The FBI considers him a dangerous man... at least the ones who are not calling him all the time and giving him information.
He introduced me to COOL, CARING spies.
He was considered the jewish black panther. Knew all those GOds you shot down on the west side. They died for your sins... you did not help them, then the FBI inserted terrible images in their coloring books, and other black psy-op shit. They pushed guns on them, busted them for them... the BLACK PANTHERS HAD TO GO TO WAR TO TRY TO SURVIVE... THEY DIDN'T
BECAUSE WE WERE NOT READY.
WE ARE NOW.
There.
Go Ahead and get worried ....
You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.
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