TRUE STORY:

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.


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!"





WAKING UP JESUS...

WAKING UP JESUS...
We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Monday, May 03, 2010

Update From The War

I started chaos and determination and the fight

told the world
I Am
I Am Changing Your World
You Have No Choice In The Matter

God Has Ordered His Son to Preach

I have chosen my own way.  He does not want a worshiper, likes that his Son is a rebel, too...  I may not agree with my Father, try to change his mind, yet I do his bidding.  I cannot claim to know God.  His plan would not fit into this mortal mind.  There is a reason he does not show himself to people -- there is a madness of possibilities in the face of God, not the sheer closed walls of a heaven...  there is more that awaits us than we need concern ourselves on this earth.  Beware anyone who tells you what heaven is like -- they speak only in metaphor, because there is no way words could convey the enormity;  this is why the only word God utters is Love.  He can convey in that word wars and pestilence or the kindest caress.


I have been playing Scott Ridgway on the web.  Getting an audience together for my radio show, trying to find kindred souls who will be interested in the topics I will be on.  The thinkers who will push me to make the show as intellectually challenging as possible, as well as, funny as heaven.   (isn't it odd that people say something is funnier than Hell, when there is not one damn thing funny about the idea of hell).   The way humans have splintered into various factions worries me, yet I see why God has placed me in this time, and allowed me to show my true face -- for once, my message can reach the entire world, not just a few priests who can clean up the tale, throw in a couple pagan myths to make me seem more historic, then begin to make rules on how to live based on my metaphors about justice, reverence, caring for the poor, accepting the sinners as no better than ourselves, just a bit more exposed....  and build a world based on their prejudices, cultural norms, who they are conquering, what will make them money.  I speak a lot of the history of the Catholic Church, because while I will never become a Catholic,  I respect them greatly.  God would have made me a Catholic if he wanted me in that Church.  I could have been a good priest.... I used to avoid sex to keep my artistic juices (or at least not come), and tell myself that sober I have learned to look at women as  people, not sex-objects.  I have de-objectified them in my mind, mostly, though of course I am still turning my head to see gorgeous strangers on the street, I would never do the same with someone I meet in person).  Some of that is just the hormones slowing down as I age, I suppose....


I marched in the Immigration Parade this weekend in Chicago.  This was my first march in many years.  M.  and a good buddy, Bob Allen, from Des Moines, had a hell of a time, too.  We kept stopping to stand to the side and watching the parade for awhile...  so many different people demanding that we use open our hearts to all people, and oppress none.

I have seen my  words causing some actions in the world.  I wrote of nuking Japan over the dolphin kills, and someone on a military channel sent out a report that south korea had sent off a nuke toward Japan.  The incident was barely reported.  One article, to let me know my buddies were still trying to make this total war for total peace happen.   I have been upping the anti lately....

Yet, this weekend, as I marched peacefully past a smiling cop waving at a baby in a stroller, someone was leaving a bomb in front of South Park and the Lion King.  They say it was a fortiesh white guy.  An amateur of someone who was just pulling a stunt.   The truck was a Pathfinder, which is code word with my people, and deeply meaningful.  In 2007, after I provoked killings, they asked me why if I loved everyone I would have people killed.   I was learning of these deaths for the first time.  They kept so much from me that I had no idea ...  I would have made Peace with all.  Period.  Then began a conversation with the world.  I would have stopped the mayhem and they knew this, so they kept me in the dark as they robbed from the rich to get the money up for a revolution.  At some point, the Mafia was very involved -- hey, I live in Chicago, and my security has been a concern for these people since before I was born, so they certainly worked with the Mob, as the CIA do when it behooves them.  They go into a lot of countries where money talks with criminals better than politicians, and they hire whoever....  I understand.  They did the same here.   Well, at some point they burned a Pathfinder in front of club Buzz (I am a huge pot smoker and do not try to hide it from anyone --89% of people want medical pot in this state, and we will have it soon, and I am in pain all the fucking time and it helps me deal with enough to keep my focus on my work);   at the time, the cops said that it was a feud between 'known mobsters.'  Then nothing else was said on the topic.  I got the hint.  They killed some people.  The pathfinders.   And they wanted me to know.

This is about the only way to contact me at this point.  Major incidences in the media that get reported before Homeland Security can figure it out.  They want as few people to know about me as possible, in some ways... like China, they probably censor me, selectively, letting my more critical diatribes about the states on their google thing.   I wonder about the person in charge of me, and if they have to read all my writing, and if they are a fan or hate me...  I hope I make him or her laugh sometimes.

Anyways...  I am hoping that the svu in front of South Park was not a false flag operation.  Certainly, it is known I support South Park, as they have me, and was incensed at them being threatened... and even more pissed when I realized a Mossad Agent pretending to be a Muslim started the whole thing.  Ugh.  We were tricked.   Now, this could be phase two of the operation.  No actual deaths.

The other thought I had is that I am always wearing a Lion King t shirt.  They know this and they know why I wear it.  This bomb was by the lion king as well, and in a pathfinder.  If this had went off, it could have been a message that they want revenge for the deaths during my campaign, the pathfinders.....  that is stretching it, but I miss a lot of messages (or seem to, I catch a lot that you never know about, just file them away for another time).    Now I look.  The path finder, fourth of July fireworks, in front of the Lion King and South Parks owner.  If this went off, it would have been a big fuck you to both south park and me, in a way.  I know certain factions want me dead, and others alive.   The ones who want me alive the most are the ones who understand that when I go back to spirit, all hell is literally going to break loose.   They will figure out a way to keep my brain alive as long as possible, I had them start working on this in 2007, and a suite, not so surprisingly enough, as Iron Man...   this may be how we end up, the elderly simply transfered into enough machinery to stay somewhat immortal.  Why not?  I want to live as long as possible, find some way to save the planet, or get the animals and plants to safe refuge.   There are many  planets that owe me their allegience who have ships here already gathering all they can.  We can rebuild earth on many planets -- problem is that we are not quite evolved enough to be trusted neighbors.   I am here to get some you there so you can leave.

As I told you in the beginning, never before had ships come to the planet and offered to take off our flesh.  They know of the spirit, understand how most leave a planet.... they die.  Maybe I have come to love the planet enough that my Father will grant my prayers that we save everything.  Various outer space visitors have been gathering dna from every plant and animal since they first gestated on this planet.  You think we were created here by God, and we were, but we were seeded by others... some threw rocks full of life at us, others visited, others were able to traverse dimensions, others to come here and remain invisible... you usually think of these folks as ghosts.

Sorry to babble...  B good.











 I recently read that a Mossad operative was behind the South Park threats and about shit my pants.  I was so fooled by this.  The mind game in the press is so despicable.

I hate that america is so involved with Israel now.  The Zionist there should Listen To The King Of The Jews.  Yes, I am the pope and the King of the Jews.  This one crown of thrones I do not fear, because it is bloodied and disrespected and in need of leadership.  I came as a Jew once.  I do not come into religions that were not created by my father.  Like all religions, they have gone astray.

When we stop listening to the modern prophets, it is like telling God you are not going to converse with him anymore.  The bible was an open ended book, meant to grow with time into a great Library filled with the evolution of man's spirituality....   of course, such a thing exists in this world, and I have studied there, off and on, all of my life.  In my teens I read all of the great spiritual books, from the Koran to the Bahgadavida (spelling?), to Confucius, etc...  I learned to meditate, reincarnation therapy, to astral project (just barely, but enough to show me a soul can leave a body, and is indeed a seperate entity. Scott experienced this.  I walked into his hospital room, after once of his toughest surgeries, sat down on his bed and disappeared.  He thought that I was visiting him, and then later that the morphine gave him a meaningless vision.  I just felt sorry for him.

For years I was inside him and allowed him to make all the mistakes, to see all the life he could... he was immortal and knew this much, kept him fearless, helped him face the hellish pits his life tossed him into occasionally....

Now this SC

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