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, August 13, 2009

The arrival

Jesus, here, writing about why people think they are Jesus? I mean, I read about these people all over. One is an M15, ex-intelligence agent, who was assailed by the british spies because he tried to point out corruption in their ranks. He went on the lam. When he surfaced, his personality had been dramatically changed. He believed, lo and behold, that he was Jesus, and he was taking in followers, and telling them they could save the world in four years by making everything out of hemp. I love this one. He has glommend into the idea of legalizing hemp as the word of the savior. I can hardly disagree with his sentiment. The legalilization of weed is essentially to social harmony.

My word is evidence enough for some. I am astute on this subject, and I am in the majority, and as I am an animal, and animals are known to do drugs in the wild ad infinitum....

I am here. I smoke weed.
This is He Who Walks On High,
while a bit of his flesh takes its place among the humans
to lead them out of here.

life is going to die here
sooner or later all planets go dead
the spirits will move on

I will shake their souls
Tremble through their flesh
Trip up the liars

call out the wicked
the soul inside of you suffers for your acts
you bring your Holy Spirit to tears
suffering becomes your lot
the cold deadness of disconnection

Anyways, I am rambling around in here on this entry. Trying to make sense of four days of thinkingin a few pages. My quest to figure out certain things about life is endless. There is never gonna be enough time...

I was reading a lot of newspapers, looking for signs of the continueing decay. Ever wish you were totally wrong about something? Of course you have. Put yourself in my shoes. I am sick of being who I AM and I have barely begun. My story is only now getting interesting enough to pull my focus away from my fiction and write about what is happening to me.

Something else I want to add. MAYOR DALEY ... I may owe you an apology. I was thinking about the entry that disappeared from my site, and the things that I said in there... and realized, I had criticised someone else who might have tried to get something off of my site. I talked about some cops I saw counting money outside of a cab garage. I am being intentionally vague here, to be nice... I do not need to go down that path. It was not my intent.

My intent is to make my issue, that cops should be making more money than they do. I look at them primarily as a union, and with my eye to the best of their kind, and it is a shame on this city that they have kept a contract away from them since 2007. They deserve better.

My point of this whole thing is that Daly has to be able to play with other kids. It is time for a different Mayor, in my opinion. Someone who is not in such a position of Mayorial power. This would be enough to end a dynasty, for a bit. I have my choice in mind. Rev. Jessie Jackson. I think he would reshape this city in some damn interesting ways, that have been long needed. Let the alderman have more independence, like they would under Jackson. He certainly has proven his worth to this city in ways that a lot of somewhat rascist people refuse to acknowledge. He is the real deal. Smart. Motivated. Determined to do what is right, not what is easy. That is rare -- or at least so in sane people. We end up doing what is easiest most of the time. Fit in as much as we can, keep our secrets buried in a clean and riotous resume.

They throw no meat in your cage if you will not dance to their off-tune

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

Google John Scott Ridgway for other works.

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