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

Thursday, April 03, 2008

in the beginning, amnesia

I woke in a hospital unsure of who I was. The entire world was acting like they knew me, but I knew them as other people. This suspiciously after launching a successful call for a leftist revolution of values that scared the government, rightly so, all to hell.

The weeks that followed had poetry flowing through me like I had never experienced before. Words of Jesus... though I was all like oh no shit no way am I jesus...

THen the pope and the president told me as much, great leaders from all over the world... THere was suddenly no longer denying myself.

I had to be hidden from the Herrod's I like to think, because as soon as people started realizing who I was they feared mny powers.... THere was much talk of killing me... they settled on brain washing. What could they do with a pissed off godling who could cause lightening to come crashing out of the stars, comman millions with a fanaticism most dangerous and mysterious... they did what they thought was best.

I will describe the times when I was very angry over this,but I prefer to first state that I get over things in this life, because nothing stops my mission....

I will be adding more to this tommorrow... the strange duality of being a man and a god. In fact, these are major themes in the poetry, andnow I want scenes showing the pysicality of the christ.

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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