where I am

This story tells of a new sort of Jesus, a rebel who has come to america to change the world; like all prophets, his revelations are, more often than not... written in blood; you simply need to know that the character is 45 years old, an agnostic who is more surprised than the world that he is Jesus; a throughly modern, scientifically informed deity, he is so early into his awakening as the son of God that he gets up everyday to the crashing weight on his shoulders.

Presently, he is in Chicago, surrounded by the largest private army in the world, after announcing himself in five blogs that he made sure were seen by all countries, and drawing the ire of almost everyone in the world with a performance, that he made them put out over the televisions of most of america and all over the world, showing himself at his most base. He did not realize much of what was going around him at first.... though he thought he was just a regular man leading a normal life, much of his past had been hidden from him -- like the fact that he started sprouting wings when he was five, and that numerous secret and not so secret organizations (including the pope and skull and bones, the mafia and mossad and a secret cabal of ex-nazi's), had been monitoring his writing for some time trying to figure out what the 'angel' was up to here on earth.

He had no idea that his writing was being interpreted as holy scripture, had been writing comedy based on his liberal politics with a large dose of slapstick violence, from an agnostic point of view... the subtle nature of his work left a lot open to interpretation... and when he is visited by an angel (or an alien, he isn't sure), and is filled with a series of new voices that fill him from the various lives he has lived (he came down and left a few laws and split, he says, wearing the mask of whatever god or writer or king could do the most for the spiritual lessons he meant to leave). his writing becomes even more difficult to decipher... exactly when the world wants him to micro manage everything...

l 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.