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

Wednesday, April 02, 2008


I jublst came back on line full time after a year off doing a radio show and getting in trouble with the fascists. I am using this blog to put together a book that is well on its way toward done. In the interest of learning how a book is put together, I like to write mine completly on line. You will see me write the poetry, essay, and straight narrative that tell the first person story of a very confused man who finds out he started growing wings when he was five, and the after 45 years of living what he thought was an obscure, monkish life of an artist.,,,that the pope and the vatican think he is christ.

THis is an agnostic christ, who considers himself scientific. Nothing about the book is typical. I am certainly going to throw around some sacred cows, but I want the book to transcend mere criticism of religion, and add something to religion....

Judging from the various cults my writing has accidently started, you folks are enjoying my writing.... but please, I write a lot about revolution, and I do not mean burn shit down in america. I know there are places in this world where fire must be fought with fire, but you do not see the cops blowing up your houses or whatever. I encourage protesters to march as one with unionized cops.

A lot of the writing I do for the next few days will just be organizing. I have five sights, and I have kind of been putting everything everywhere. Now I want to be more point specific. One for comedy, one for poetry, one for new novel, one for a book I am publishing about my family (which will be for sale on lulu soon), and putting together a one hour a week video show with an improv group and the folk that I was doing fearless radio with. I am so glad that gig is over... it really does free me up to get a lot done.


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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