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

Friday, April 04, 2008

window in the sky

This episode took place while Jesus was just waking up and beginning to realize what he was... before he began to lament his fate.




window in the skies
home
by jsr

29/04/07
3:10 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VskbxuehP3I


THANK YOU MY INFINITE ACES!!!!!!!!!!!!!


time to finally lay down my cards and get my chips... THEY HAVE FIGURED OUT THAT I NEVER BLUFF... IIIIII II I I II USSUS US YOU UUUUUUU
got INFINITE aces and no one at this table has the balls
to call US a cheat.

THANK YOU MERLIN FOR CONJOURING


TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

knight bono? cool. Thank you my queens. my poet's ear likes the sheer sound of NIGHT SLASH better.

i humbly touch your shoulder's with my light saber

rise proud and mighty NIGHT SLASH

blood encrusted sword unsheathed
I continue down the line
thecool blonde beat is next
then their entire crew
(including my buds working the concessions stands, security... dealing weed, acid, shrooms... whatever gets you there for a day or so... when you have earned the right, the permission of time and self, the respect of a crew... at your back with switchblades and laughs... strong enough to carry each other home when it all gets too slushy(not to mention watching the married dudes hands when they fly too close to a woody goddess on the prowl)).


I wave the sword over YOU YOU YOU YOU
my enemies... and loves...

KNIGHTED
family crests appear on our chests
and we laugh as
we
finally
recognize
ourselves

and realize we are all
THE noble CIRCLE UNBROKEN

DECLARED NOW UNBREAKABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


ENCIRCLED BY THE LIGHTNING STRIKES OF SOLDIERS

crusading monks WHO GIVE NO GROUND

i bring warriors living and dead

panthers and hell's angel's and gang seasoned gladiators
ancient knights and wizards and oracles and witches
pissed off lions prowling around the globe WATCHING u

we can hear your breath through your huts

we ALWAYS KILL AND KILL AND KILL

UNTIL the villages are safe for ALL children


we figure you're better off reborn
and will celebrate your bones
write you into our histories
solemnly mourn that we missed yours
this time
the dead will forgive all
they will not attack you for your sins
this time

I COMMAND THE DEAD!!!!
WELCOME ALL OF MY ENEMIES

IN THIS OUR TIME

or perish FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(by the way, that reaper get's a lot for over-time, so be conscious that some of those contract laborer's will work themselves right unto to death if you don't force vacations-- he goes to this place where his touch brings love)

we swear to our fathers
that we WILL PAY
OUR PENANCE
by bringing you back into the loving hands
of the father


we're going home kids!!!!!!!!!!!


tremble before them in pleasure or pain or prayer...

what kind of choice is that anyways?

Ask any toddler what to do.

then think for urself



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VskbxuehP3I



I also like TIME by JIMI HENDRIX.... ON 97.1 ON LINE WORLD WIDE...


by the way, that peace sign also means victory...HINT, HINT, HINT... i think, with A GUARDED SMILE...



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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