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

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

SUBLIME REVIVALS

maddening religious fervors rocking the old men in the temple
riling up the crowds with a godly mission to stone a sinner
speaking out in toungues
pissed at the latest attack and giving back
running the cancer kid away from treatment to be with god

embarrassing Christ himself with thier shills on sunday morning tv

Humans wonder why I allow what I do
Those who know what I am capable of

those who tremble to cross me too far
who know there are consequences on heaven and earth for all man does
We think ourselves into lonely depressions
instead of becoming part of a larger organism

how can we trust anyone with all the barkers standing outside the various churches
promising good lord loving and forgiving and a sense of the sacred
and a whatever... beware preachers with promises --
they make such oaths in their names, not Gods.
no one can lay hands on you and cure one damn thing. People do all sorts of things to avoid the idea of death, and that is natural, but sometimes fighting something idiotically is worse than not fighting at all. Period. Part of the lack of faith in this world is the unfairness of death... This is a very short sighted view of a much larger process. In infinity, there is a creature that is you in soul and this beast stepped into flesh knowing it would step out again; the disconnect in our thinking is pretending life is finite.

I blame God for things sometimes, too. I blame men, too. I blame myself. There is enough blame to go around for everyone in the world, sadly enough. Imperfect creatures driven mad by their ability to concieve of themselves as something more than they are... all of us. I do not expect the flesh to act like much more than a sophisticated ape, for the most part. At other times, I think we can actually put our heads together and decide what is best for ourselves. Humans have a survival instinct that is difficult to circumvent; we have been known to rise to great occasions. Still, a spiritual world makes our seem






they find the Christ turns away from the revivals passions
plays down the mad furor in his chest
the swimming back into a deep, black lake in his mind

where he is alone with the God
a time before man when there was no light
no confusion between what man has told him since his birth
and what he knows now to be true

Half the world is on the con
Playing a vicious game of whatever they can get away with
We find all the heros of our politics flawed
We have not yet demanded open government and true leadership
the lobbyiest and the other funders of the campaigns know the score

we sold the dream away
the way we always do
to the highest bidder
let the market determine how much we could pollute
before bringing the whole damn world down into bloody fucking flames






Knows now the lies that are held dear
























http://theelvesattic.blogspot.com

http://thereligiouspsychokillershitlist.blogspot.com

HTTP://generalfactorx.blogspot.com

http://secretposse.com

No comments: