TRUE STORY:

WAKING UP JESUS


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!"





WAKING UP JESUS...

WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Sunday, April 06, 2008

update on the day to day deity

This entry is being written almost a year after the poetry that surrounds it... me reflecting on this period...






I have been spending so much time going over the old prose and shaping the new blogs that I have not been writing. This is a dilemma. I have been writing in one particular voice for almost a year -- jesus. Now, I want to expand on the various ways of telling stories, let the other voices that compile themsleves into metaphors go comedically about. This doesn't seem like it should be in the same book, waking up jesus... which I have a feeling I will have to keep going back and adding to my whole life...

A hard thing to sustain in ones mind, when you write so immersed in the moment as AI do, is who you are. I am one person in my living room. I am another when I am writing the new bible verses... this one is omnipotent and inspired by God. Believe me, if you believe nothing else I say, believe this -- when the inspiration of god flows through my hands, the words astound me. They do not even seem like me. I am very humble in most ways. Proud of what I have done, yes... but much more aware of all that is to be done yet.


As I write this boook, I want the poetry that comes from the fires to flame bright and raging, yet at the same time I think something would be missing if I did not write about my Clark Kent character, too. Not that everyone doesn't know who I am. They keep from me their strategies for containing me. There is much fear in this world over what I will do, and with good reason. The Son Of God makes nuclear bombs laughable. I dreamt long ago of sending aleins to all of the sites of nuclear bombs to make sure that they would not go where aimed.... or so I hope I did. I am smarter in dreams, and do a lot of stuff when I seem to be sleeping... these are things that barely translate into this living life -- though when they get a message across it is clear.

So how do I go back and forth between scott ridgway, the obscure writer based on kilgor trout and charles bukowski (to simplify) and the son of god? My decision is to have one blog where I will write in this persona, and explain to you the revelation and government mechanizations that took place. E specially at first, before they realized we work for the same father.























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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