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

Sunday, April 06, 2008

the order comes down, down, the order comes down

The moment I was made for were happening when I wrote these words. I am adding these little explainations to the campaign, while in the elves attic I am just recording what I wrote at the time. So, know that these first few paragraphs of work are the roughest, and will probably end up being prose of a more normal setting, maybe a second person jesus split with first person... that is the way I am leading (see I told you that I will teach you how to write a book if you read this blog --- I am more than academically qualified to teach, which is why I have to be on the net, and not just in front of a few people at a time).

by jsr

11:14 PM

Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for a revolution. You read the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun, head out into the field...inspired finally to be free. The free you have dreamt of... you lust to finally fight off the oppressor's so your children can live in a truly free land.

Alll 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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