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

Friday, July 11, 2008


They great they have covered my words
with a blanket of silence
or so
they have convinced me
hints of other come
never know if they are trying to play me
or someone offering their hand has managed to reach me

some days my stance seems absurd
despite all the evidence
the normalcy of the day to day mocks the drama
playing just under the words

I feel the aches in my body
get reamed by the usual runs of bad luck
life still a messy construct on the edge of a cliff

seem to be

long before I knew

are THEY winning I wonder?
Did I come to the aide of some cabal
that has taken over our country?
Was I programmed?

They show me connections built up all over the world
during the brief months they were feeding me intelligence
I can imagine the power of an Army lead by what is believed to be a God
Have seen the tactic used in war since the dawn of time

Does the entire world see me as a loser?

Did they think I would start a revolution
and then leave them hanging?
You have mistaken my mercy as weakness
The Meek Inherit The Earth
Even if I have to organize them into an army

I backed off to save lives

My intent is to harm no flesh
may well be God's plan, too
His wrath is greater than my mercy
I pray for the power to do God's will
stumble on assuming I am

I have come to love this earth
to be the agent of death for all of this...

I cannot be blamed for what God made me
to hate myself is to hate God The Father
as much as it is to hate another

I know that there is an underground that relishes my words
takes them for the Gospels that they are

another in the library of bible slowly crawling out of my psych
words hidden from me
until the appointed time
buried in what I thought was a normal life

best repent of your ways, man...

I do not mean go become straight or stop smoking weed
 or ...

any of the petty shit that matter not to God

I mean the murder of mind and body
that happens when you give false witness about GOD

God does not reward the just on earth
he is a great lover of the soul
see's the flesh like the coccoon we will fly off from

we are living a struggle
to emerge from this flesh intact
free of regrets
with no need to suffer through another life
to create the being that will be pleasing in God's eyes
How much better to live again
then be sent to a hell...
another life
another chance
hitler as a young girl who abhors the nazi's
would you kill her for what happened to her soul last time around?
Would a Just God punish her?

I have the image of God in my mind
a vision that I fall down on my knees before
and scream that I want to change this plan
stop the prophesies of the BURNING

he says his one word LOVE
I think of how fires in nature clear the dead branches away for new spouts
wonder if mankind will be taken from this planet
replaced as slow as evolution
by another being that will one day too look to the stars and call for God's Savior?

they great they speak smooth words to you
fear to tell you the darker truths

 newscastes are just sound bites and cia approved stories

I fear no one
They know this about me
apreciate my valor, my bravery, my committment to cleansing the US of evil forces

the satanists I read about everywhere
give me the closest thing to fear that I know
I have always felt like there was no need to mess around with magick
if it existed than it was better I stay away from it
and this is confirmed in a deeper part of my heart that I must trust
the realm of savage grace itself trembles
at the thought of people following satanists
they can say what they want about why they do this
even say the do not believe in satan

the satanists who pray to satan do not bother me
he is dead
They will find this out soon enough
I do not know if people could contact Satan
In this flesh I find my supersticion rises when I think of casting a spell
I use the metaphor in my work...

I have been accused of Sorcery because of my metaphors:
Let me make this clear:
I have never attempted any magic

when I hear that l ron hubbard was a satanist
indeed claimed to be satan to his son
I am worried even more about that cult
they threw out the idea of free will
-- something God would never do

I read things like the free masons are satanic
or at least anti-religion
that they believe all men are equal to Jesus
They came to me
and I gave them my blessing
I did not know this fact about them then....
or I would have probably gotten pissed
at that point
Now I wish them goodwill as far as I know
ignoramus that I remain on so many of the ways of man
the gnostic bibles say I preached all men could become like me
I doubt this from what I have seen of humans
though in God's infinity who knows?

no matter where you started
your destination is all I care about

IS there a satanic element out there
so entrenched that they can keep the Christ trapped from the view?
Are they trying to protect me
doing my will best they can?


I tell myself this in the bad times
the days when it seems like I am nothing except a blob of flesh
that makes up words all day
transcribes an inner voice that he is surprised to have

I cruise the net looking for evidence of the movement
see little bits and pieces here and there
wonder if they are connected by coincidence of motive... there is no telling

at this point I have lost faith in this world again
it is almost like there are forces that want me to get so disgusted
that I attack them
they know the collaterol damage involved in this action...

i SEE the burned out blackness
of my path to Washington
a slash and burn across illinois, indiana... all the way to the east coast
millions die
just gone
The Eastern United States tries to flee my wrath
Christians to protect my path...
I come to an abondened Washington

where I demand to speak to all the leaders of the world
an old fantasy of mine
that came true when they were bugging me
and projecting me into your television sets

This time I tell them that they will now
have to contend with a new power on this planet
a supernatural being who is for
 liberty, justice, and free will
and will have them

The most savage creature in your garden
 is capable of the greatest grace
another in the endless irony of god

He made the reaper your redeemer

Called me from beyond
gave me visions
endless streams of lighting and fire flowing from my body

I try to make sure that my powers are kept in check
the storm summoning rages sublimated into poetry
I will do what He wants
When The Time Comes
In the meantime I will 'rail against the night.'

I will not become an environmental psycho killer
will keep my optimism that we can survive
until the four horseman ride into my living room

Could I write a happy ending
and expect God to change his plans


what will happen
has already happened
in the eyes of God

We are here
a thousand years agao
souls learning the lessons of this planet
before we head out into the stars

I wonder often where mankind's soul came from?
I thought that we were immortal
always here

that you became trapped in this flesh
and only I could get most of you out of the human feed back loop of life

perhaps the only way to do this is lay waste to mankind?

Seems more sensible that souls developed with consciousness
combined with my gift of the Holy Ghost

I am the father of all thinking life on this planet
an agent of evolution
a timeless creature who thinks in millions of years
slowly preparing your souls for the trip to heaven

Questions... the questions that He on high refuses to answer
sometimes I think my head would explode if he even tried to explain
the heavenly visions to my flesh

I suffer the questions I have for God and Man
like an obsession with something that sickens me

is all I know for sure

I have forgotten nothing that happened
though it has so little to do with my personal life
that it may as well not have happened

the time came for me announce myself
I should have expected a time of trials

I had myself convinced I would be welcomed
the very idea of my return should have filled you all with joy and dread

nothing will ever be the same. period.

the supernatural has come to life in Chicago
your greatest have bowed before the humble rocker
who wanted only to help the world

I always felt like a monk
devoted to my writing
stealing away from people to practice my craft

now the stories and tales and truths refuse to leave my mind
crowd out the day to day
keep me far away from the dirty dishes in the sink
the chagrin of my girlfreind over my lack of cleanliness

remember when I used to have my own place
cleaning up every day
making everything perfect
she has too many boxes stacked everywhere in this tiny apartment
to even decorate
we tell ourselves this is temporary
that the future will be a bit brighter
like everyone does

I keep remembering the money
they never offered me a dime

people think they did

I stopped that before it could come to fruition
I did not do what I did for pay
I did it for art and God

my message is more important than my pocket book
not that I wouldn't mind a larger one...
the poorer you are
the easier you are to control
push around
keep isolated

i can't leave town because I am too broke

I was told they would arrest me if I tried
that was last year
who knows now?

The security issues involved in my travel
make them want me here

I see them out there whenever I walk the dog
cops everywhere
at least three a walk
I apreciate their presence
speaks of dangers that they keep me ignorant of

The last few days I have been lethargic
sitting in front of the computer reading
or laying in my bed thinking
trying to run from the feelings of despair

Oh, God, Forgive them...

they know not what they do...

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