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.
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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!"
Sunday, September 27, 2009
You She talks to angels
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says they all know her name
The Black Crows
I see the way I appear to some. I see the way I am. I see the gulf between people's perceptions of me and the self, quivering and raging and sulking under my words -- the one that wants and needs only love.
I have led you from the obscurity of being alone, showed you what you can achieve when you throw yourselves into something -- how powerful the roar of the many, how easily the sound destroys the walls of the few, and brings their vile houses down on their disgraced heads -- doing their souls a favor by releasing them from the wounds inflicted by the ways of their current flesh... let them spend a few lives as butterflies, get their shit together awhile before going back into the battleground of human flesh...
This land is my land'
This land is your land
Know the false prophets by how they lie to get you to along with their mad trains of thought. KNOW the liars are the ones you must seek out and destroy, if you wish to bring THE LAW back into the ways of mankind.
There is a reason for the rise of Priests and monks and brothers and sisters who dedicated their entire lives to living by gods laws --- it is not easy. Requires concentration, and dedication that most cannot take. Even vows of celibacy. I understand the distractions of the flesh, how easily they throw you into rings of fire... removing the entire question lets ones thoughts be dominated by other matters. They say men think about sex all the time, so many times every few minutes... taking this mental energy and using it elsewhere obviously has its advantages. I used to skip orgasming during sex if I was writing, knowing my mentality would change enough that I would no longer have the 'mood' I needed to write.
Religion needs to be accumulated experiences with the mystical. This is why drugs and meditation and self-mutilation, etc... have always been associated with religion. The step from taking these experiences, which often have the same askew logic as dreams that do not quite fit back into our day to day view of our life. They are mysteries. We are glimpsers of a master plan too complex for our minds to understand; we are programmed to understand just enough to move our souls along in our evolution, our preparation for our mass exodus. We are leaving. Going to the face of God. I have been sent to lead you through matters and times and unimaginable realms; a homing pigeon; little more. A trail blazer. The native who knows the way through the uncharted forests.
Religion should be a private matter that flows out from our lives in good deeds, not words. Like the Native Americans, who sought visions from the spirit world sometimes by sticking poles through the flesh of their chests, losing themselves to the pain and driving their minds into a blessed madness. LSD and shrooms and pot are easier. I assume I am not the only one who looks back at their lives and see's a lot of supernatural experiences.
I ignored a lot to keep my intellectual credibility. I did not think that God could possibly exist in the religions that I was seeing around me. Taking God out of the equation of my intellectual geography allowed me to sneer at those who were deluded into thinking the mystical could possibly have any relevance in the real world.
The singular experience of religion.... something monks do all alone in rooms filled with hundreds of them sitting there. We need religions that use the meditative, hypnotic techniques that I have learned. These make for intense experiences, that are individual. What I am talking about is hypnotizing people into a state where I can lead them into the mystical that exists in their unconscious. Agnostics can call the experiences their unconscious minds being revealed to their conscious, a meeting of the two that can help us use primal forces that we are going to be led blindly by anyways... I do not think any suggestions need to made during these hypno sessions. I have never experienced anything as powerful as the visions I had in those excercises, which I learned from a jewish guy who became a tibetan buddhist, very rich, and he had went over to Tibet and lived with these monks; all his life he had been plaugued by being very manic depressive -- the manias he went into were destroying his life, too... the monks showed him how to get over this. They simply cured him.
I am not exactly sure how they did this? Mind walks. They are much more powerful than we give them credit for. Combine this with reincarnation therapy, and people would certainly learn that there exists greater things than this life...
Perhaps the drug based religions do have it right? The problem is people who set religion up against science, and even art.
So.... I also have a logic to my words that make a lot of our prejudices pure stupidity. As I have written, I have been the Gods and Prophets in many religions; the Christ was one manifestation of a soul that has been traveling along with man since the beast; indeed, the father/mother of mankind. This creature gave the Holy Ghost to man, the ability to grow a soul...
The soul has been grown to take a journey. To give everlasting life to Earth. Our memories the sacred scripture that says our flesh existed and convulsed and loved and hated. All planets die. Every single one. From the perch of eternity, I have watched them quickly become and die. On earth like many places, souls grow among the dirt and stone, creatures that live on beyond the planet's brief burst of life.
I am many places at once, a creature of vast size by your way of looking at it... the flesh on this planet a tiny bit of me that becomes flesh here on earth. Right now we are the focus of the concentration of vast oceans of space. Imagine, if you will, how many planets out there have actually developed the ability to see our world, as well... and just how interesting we humans would be to them. They would as they do watch us. Why not?
Simple common sense says that the cosmos are too large for there not to be civilizations vastly more advanced than our own -- beings that could easily have strung satellites throughout vast expanses of space, so as to attain almost instantaneous views of planets so many years away in space time that they appear, to us, as they were millions of years ago at times.
We are watched because they want to see the God become Flesh. This is a rare occurrence. The planets I have saved know me well in flesh and spirit. My presence and that of God the Father is unquestioned in many places, just a fact. They have access to better data than you do; they know how to talk to their dead, as do some humans -- though they are hidden by the fakers who will say anything for a few bucks.
I do not talk to the dead. The battle there has been fought and won. I took command of the dead, Defeated Satan. As was prophesied, I did. Oddly enough -- read it was prophesied afterwards.
When I told my mother I was becoming Jesus Christ, she told me to read the bible. When I told Maynard I was Jesus, he told me that I was Jesus, and asked me who knew, and I said the entire Earth, and he said yes.... my ex-girlfriend said it was not for me to declare myself Jesus, but others.... None of them came out and said I was not Jesus. People approached me on the street, talked about me like I was Jesus, made so much of my presence that I saw my vision of being a lonely writer in an obscure life was just that, an illusion.
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