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

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Company I Keep

Read about David Koresh today, a memory jolt on the Branch Davidians. Koresh really was a master brain washer. He was not some accidental prophet. Very calculating, studied. Reading over his tactics is like a primer in how to start a cult. In the end, when they were holed up in their ramshackle mansion, Koresh witheld food from the cultists who were wishy washy on mass suicide... feeding instead the ones who were with him on wanting to go out in some blaze of Glory.

There is madness in declaring yourself a God, or letting anyone else do so. To attain such a visage in anothers' hearts and eyes requires downright deviousness, the devil's own seductionary powers.

Or a connection to some other group. The intelligence agencies use cults, I am sure. They know all about how to brainwash people and God knows they cannot let a weapon lay around without picking it up.

Wondering how I came to be, and what my place on this earth means are questions I wil never be able to adequatly answer. Unlike Koresh, I refuse to read the bible and pretend that everything is a reference to me, that I am this character who I quit believing in while still a child, for all intents and purposes. The trick is, that I am unique in being this creature, and this makes my case different. OR is it? The difference is that I have been much more well publicized, and given more support, than a fraud could hope for. I am the opposite of a controlling father figure.

I think people should be what they are, and accept that this is what they were meant to be. I am not a cult leader who is trying to break down your will, convert your personality into something that pleases my wallet, groin and ego.

I come back to such thoughts all the time now. I have inspired mad passions in people, and I can only pray that they understand my intent was mostly material, concerned with saving the planet politcally, not with saving souls from the grips of some Satan. The discussion of God and Heaven and all the speculation, can be anything from boring to dangerous... a slippery slope. I want to inspire what was inspired in me -- the ability to think for oneself, to not be easily led. There is an oxymoron or a thousand here, obviously.

Now the websites are all offering different way of being a human. When they are not banned. Anonymous's site was banned in Australia, and I think may be off in america. too. They took a free speach approach that allowed pornography, and now it will costs people a 10 thousand dollar fine to listen.

More later

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