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

Monday, February 01, 2010

One Eternal Magical Moment

My arrival is proof
of greater mysteries
 than are held in the mind of man

perpetual resurrection
waking asleep in flesh
taking the ride of animal emotions
the amusement park of the Gods

species another testament to the unfolding Time Of God
I watched from where calenders have no meaning
a being distanced by time  mass dimensions
seeing your end and your beginnings all at once
the mission was always there
the flames of the final slash and burn eternal
an event as sure as yesterday

My words are one weaving together of the myths of man
A way to bring Peace between the Heavenly Books
Build a civil court of honor bound humyns
to cleanse the blood 
from our hands
requires washing them in more blood
another oxymoron in the muddling moronic
world of this action adventure life
filled with gangs flashing signs just before their pistols

When I was first becoming  aware of myself
watching the world convulse at the news that I Walk.
I found myself in the middle of a ring of spies
who had been preparing for an event
 that I would never have believe in
A Godlet  Walking In Human Flesh

and just then... 
as I was driven to be suspicious of everyone
people came out of everywhere trying to get me to cut my hair
that had never happened before..
I found I was in the middle of open conflict being fought by my supporters
the spy wars around me erupted into the press
Some worked for me
Others... more powerful... 
locked me in house arrest 
though cautious of course about pissing off
they fought me in their feeble ways
they know I am an Angel better than they will let you know
they know my powers/rightly fear pissing off the boy who grew wings
They tried to break me
A message from the left  /I thought/though I could not be sure
missinformation and information became indistinguishable as they attacked my mind
hinted that there was truth in Samson
I had not cut my hair in five years and for all I knew he was right
I scoffed at the thought when I heard a man speaking about this on tv
thinking my powers were so well beyond  mere human hair that the idea was proposterous
they warned me agents were all around me now...
Told me the women in my life were all plants
I was learning the miraculous
Learning not to question something I had questioned away long away
As I grappled with God's messages the spies tried to insert their own into my mind
confuse me as to who was with me and who they had in my life
all the plants all my life... and I never knew... who would?
They tried
The techniques they use to drive you paranoid
split apart people
the FBI got the Black Panthers into a war with themselves
with a series of fake letters
sent out proxy killers and then jailed them
they have ways to attack you
that  no one would ever think was them
 and they let no one print the stories about National Security Secrets
In this country where any case can be made to disappear 
with the incantation of these
 three evil words 

I worry most about the capture of my mind
my body they can beat and jail
just don't want to become convinced 
 convert or ever ever fucking ever
believe anyone can think for me

People think this and that on too many ways to fathom
the DSM is filled with myths of personalties
 that exist mostly on the pamphlets for serotonin uptake drugs

confused early in the awakening anything could be magic to me
I could no longer tell what I had been told by man 
and what I was now learning
From God

I became ever so slightly superstitious about the hair
half worried that without my Mane of hair
the magic would leave me
 that the flooding storms would no longer join my rages
that the lightening would no longer come at my sneering bid
does a number on your head
waking up jesus
He who would not be named
the scientific thinking atheist who I was before this 
after the Christ erupted into my conscious mind 
didn't know what the hell to believe anymore

I cut the hair off when they jailed me
If there wasn't enough magic in those locks to keep me out of that hell
Fuck them...
Halloween 2008 tossed in the third worst jail in the country
Broke my back and been on meds for ten years and they cut me off cold
for a week of hell I didn't know was in my body
felt the pain that surgeries and doctors and pain clinics
 and pills and pills and pills
had kept at bay
My lawyer sent me a letter telling me to show up on the wrong day
Judge got pissed about me having a warrant and tossed my sick as in jail
Just got pissed
He who throws that first stone should make sure that it does not hit me
God tosses back boulders without my blessings
the school yard rules of blind power

today on a whim I cut it off again
a part of me trembled in wonder...
what if...
what if..

Your Christ himself fears conviction
yet you try them on like a new Sunday cloak
take them from radio show hosts
out of the daily news
from the flawed words of our fathers
the knowledge 
that slowly ages and cripples 
and is reborn with every generation of scientists

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