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, January 22, 2009

the new opening for the waking up jesus draft

The creature had no idea what lurked in the far reaches of his mind. He never considered the energies and angels and demons that had watched him since his inception... waiting the rising of the promised prophet. He began to grow wings at five and the pope was brought in; the intelligence agencies in charge of the child kept him a secret, secluded in a small town with no real connection to the outer world. Raised him to be a leftist, though mostly they just left him alone and watched.

Theories of course flew. Each new president who learned of the child renewed his religion. A lot of powerful people began to learn of the Angel. By the time the decision was made to try to chemically wake up the angel, sides had been drawn, theories beaten into minds and tossed out for another. The end?

At thirty two they gave him a book showing that he came from a line of ancient English kings, men who were Templers and Masons and all the crap the conspiracy theorists had been writing about since he first began to examine the world. He reacted to the book like it was cocktail party conversation, nothing to someone who was raised by a fiery woman union organizer to hate the largess of royalty in the face of the starving massas.

At 44 he was writing stories in hig blog that grew increasingly violent, and gained a big audience. He had no idea that besides the people who just thought he was funny, there were others who were wondering just what the hell the angel was up to? Some thought he was a genetic experiment, brought over by the Nazi's, others something the CIA had contrived in case they ever needed a religious revival to stop a revolution on home soil...

How surprised they were when I started my peace campaign with revoltuion poetry instead of my usual comedy. Peace and Pipedreams gained an international audience. I was unsurprisingly stricken by some kind of drugging just as this started, making me manic, unable to sleep for days, and having seizures that kept landing me in psych wards. Nothing of the sort had ever happened before. I got amnesia. Came out of it with a Christ inserted inside of me.

You can make of the facts of this book what you want. I make no conclusions of how or why this book came into being. I do know that forces in the FBI, Homeland Security, and various other law enforcement officials were very, very interested when I started a campaign called Total War For Total Peace. I had no idea that I had any kind of readership who would take my words as anything more than inspiration to get out of bed in the morning... something I have often lacked in my own life.

The poems I wrote on my website, the elves attic, which the government removed and edited, then put back up and shut me out.

One day I was a dope smoking writer living day by day, and the next I was seeing the president of the united states on the Mexican boarder, asking me if I wanted him to tear down the fence. This is after I wrote that I march in the name of Ceaser Chavez. Offered the world, I turned down this request to power, saying, "I would not presume to know."

I realized then that I had instituted some kind of coup. People were either at his back holding guns, of Bush really believed I am the christ.

Next, I hear that the second largest private army is moving into Chicago. They do not tell me why, but I know. The world believes the Christ is waking up, and they think he is me.

This would be astounding to anyone, let alone a writer who hated most religions, and felt like they were a virus. After my first seizure, when they put me in the hospital, all of this changed. I suddenly saw signs of God everywhere. Was the CIA doing a number on my head to stop me from being a peacea activist at a time when they wanted a war?

They misunderstood my intentions when they thought I was a terrorist... an alien... a nazi, for God's sake... they also used a device called a Quasar to keep my back, which has been shoddily rebuilt in a surgery that causes me constant pain, to hurt much worse than normal. This is just when I was starting the radio show and peace campaign. I was surprised into denial by their campaign against me.

These words are true...

You are welcome to spread my poems by ANY MEANS NECESSARY.


There is some overlap... but they are all different.

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