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

poem from a disciple

special guest poet.... AMAZON WARRIOR
by jsr

8:28 PM
special guest poet....

I scan the shelves seeking wisdom--
in the words of others,
Dreamers and Prophets
Older, wiser, more aware than myself--
to quiet the cacophony in my head. . .
To still the chaotic rumblings
beneath the complacent shell of my everyday,
Voices echo from every title, page, index. . .
"You cannot UN-know, Truth-- you can deny--
lie to yourself,
Paint on the polished veneer of the civilized animal
domesticated, tied to the stake,
roll over, show your throat and belly,
whine and cower--
but when the time comes,
When Greed and Malice and Hate come to grind
the bones of your most cherished
to pulp and powder,
Will you stand and watch--
or raise tooth and nail--
torch and pen-- to see a different tomorrow?
Your visions were not false,
Your dreams did not lead you astray--
only deeper into the primordial Question-waters,
Your blood and the blood of generations before you--
calls you to this. . .
Listen. Do you hear the drums?"

Maria at 28/02/07 1:10 AM | 0 comments

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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