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, July 09, 2009

Another Day Feeling Sickened Unto Death

Everytime I feel like my emotionally distraught view of the world has settled down into something resembling normality, I am again reminded where I truly stand.

This life I live could be all a mental delusion. The spilt in my thinking between being a man and a spirit could be an illusion. I admit that, of course. The idea that Jesus could have been inside of me all of these years, waiting for the appointed time to rise out... well, it is just a bit beyond the pale to me... yet, how can I consider myself any kind of thinker if I ignore the evidence?

No one out there is ever going to explain everything that happened to me. The secrecy surrounding my being is hardcore. Why they think I am so dangerous is beyond me. As long as they leave me alone, I will treat everyone with respect (who I meet physically, but in the word I have to be critical, or I could not respect myself -- I will not appease).

Today, like most days, I feel like I have sentenced without a trial. They fear that telling the truth will rip the world wide open, expose the damn roaches to the light. I believe that I am being punished for what others did. There were plotters well prepared to take up a cause. They manipulated me and others to get their way. I do not know who or why they are, but I will tell you this -- until they are ferreted out and removed, the normal citizens of this planet might as well consider themselves blind pawns.

You will find my comedy toward the back of my blog, or

Google John Scott Ridgway for other works.

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