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

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

I had the media quit calling me pain at this point

hey believed I was in danger, sealed off the neighborhood, politely followed me and M. everywhere. I have to say, they were not as cruel as in the movies, the spies who came after me... dealing with a supernatural entity is quite a bit different than picking up your average radical. I hold the very sword that will knight them, or hehead them on the final day.... when the Father's judgement is caste, and he tells me to lead my flock to heaven. I feel like a prisoner to poverty, and the lies of the agents who surround me. They all had to come out a bit this last winter... I guess it is a pretty big deal having Christ come back, but the idea that I had to be raised not knowing I was a king, let alone a deity... and the apparatus that was in place to revolt under my commands astounded me... I did my best to keep them peaceful though Justice is more important than peace...

by jsr

10:57 AM

be humble

be anonymous


finally i can quit talking about myself again

in 4 months

m says that whenever i mention the show
or the king thing
she becomes so embarrassed
she wishes the earth would open up and swallow her

sorry.... i hope you know this is a resume, not bragging... I do not know how to discuss this without coming off bragging.

Sorry folks. I no more asked for this than you knew you would be a SOLUTIONARY this week.

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