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!"





WAKING UP JESUS...

WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Saturday, April 05, 2008

going in peace

ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
home
by jsr

11/03/07
5:43 PM


We raise the crest of A SILLY PEACOCK and get all wasted and rockin' and start stalking toward the enemy... ready ... lusting... singing all mean and punk and threatening







YOU LOAD SIXTEEN TONS!!!
AND WHAT DO YOU GET???
ANOTHER DAY OLDER!!!
AND DEEPER IN DEBT!!!







WHEN u CAN SEE THE LIGHTS OF THEIR EYES



WE go all quiet & GRACE
switch to the sacred words
of our martyred father




ALL WE ARE SAYING IS




GIVE




PEACE

A





CHANCE"






GETTING TO FEELING THAT FIGHT YET???????????????


first orders....


HAVE YOU DECIDED ALREADY THAT this crazy guy on the shores of lake michigan is going to end his book on a cynical note of derison toward the entire reading public, as he sneeringly retires into writing ad copy for the gap and attending all the scientology meetings he can beg, borrow or steal? I might... sure. Sounds so funny... if I wasn't under orders I would be tempted.

Stick around, there are miraculeous things to be revealed in these savage times.

One is bringing down a right wing destroyer of the liberal, artistic lifestyle. This man is a danger to diversity. That means he is a danger to us all, because his myopic view of the world mirrors Hitler's. He made his name hurting people, as did so many... his millions and fame have made him an unworthy icon. Time to bring him down to earth and make him kiss some ass, or send him off to his own little hell.


I am hoping to hear from everyone who has been listening and reading this blog (excepting famous people and agents, I still kind of want you to do your own thing... I mean, what the fuck do I know? AND WE NEED time to grow our little show before we ask for the BIG SPOTLIGHT... STEAL MY WORK AND PUT YOUR NAME ON IT... OR JUST WRITE A P INSIDE A CIRCLE... FOR THE CREST OF THE PEACOCK (man, I was born in the year of the tiger, and would like to take that... but you take your legacy for good and bad)).


People with UNKNOWN NAMES please do this.... and be careful not to cross the line so the real MAN has to waste time on this....






All writings by John Scott Ridgway are protected by the law... but I encourage you to spread my poems by whatever means necessary. One day you will understand.

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