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

Thursday, April 03, 2008

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.

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