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

Friday, April 04, 2008

I CLAIM MY NAME

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by jsr

30/04/07
10:32 AM




my grace has ended

time to tremble


I am agent praxis

once an ARMY OF ONE

NOW KING JOHN KENNETH GOODFELLOW....

i have knighted the world under my flag

what a trip, huh?

You never would have thought?

and i am so MUCH MORE!!!!!!!!!

i always wondered what would happen when i turned 32

i knew it was when the christ became

in the back of my mind I thought
maybe?

I thought it was a delusion
not a memory.

still wonder... do you?

I assure you I bleed

just can't seem to die

got a problem with that?


fuck off.

want some trouble?

BRING IT ON

IF YOU GOT THE BALLS

and you'll see
just what kind of volcano has been brewing
here on the shores of lake michigan

READY FOR THE FIRES OF MY HELL?


yOU HAVE KILLED MY SOLDIERS
AFTER I WARNED YOU!!!!!!!!!

NOW WE KILL WITHOUT PITY

NOW you will take your terrorism to your grave
NOW the dead will HAVE THEIR REVENGE UPON YOU


i am sorry i failed you









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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