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

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Prison Journals

I am Buddha in his garden
with just enough beggars getting in to let me know there is a world outside my royal walls
Been out there driving through the chronic night in a cab
barely able to believe the beauty  could have any shadow at all
surprised every time by the knives and the guns and the assholes and the drunks
shaken awake

I am finding it very hard to take what I am doing seriously
I feel like I have tried and failed
That no matter how hard I fight I was born defeated and will die defeated
strange notions from a mind that contains an Omnipotent one

I can never go back
I can never start over
I can never pretend this has not happened to me
I can not deny God

I am tired of the choking Hatreds of a God
The searing Love as I watch all I was born into disappear before my eyes

The anonymity of my flesh used to frustrate me
wanted to be somebody
man do you ever have to watch what you wish for


I spent my life making fun of people with this malady
know i have read of this happening to other critics' of the intelligence agencies
an M-16 went rogue and surfaced with a sex change 
claiming he was Jesus and weed would save the world

Always knew the intelligence agencies were way into brain washing
had no idea of just how deep they used the evilness 

Why kill someone when you can destroy their credibility with a few psych drugs?
The stuff they put me on stole my mind and opened me to the Jesus persobality
made normal functioning impossible/my rages uncontrollable
my ability to distinguish fact from fiction diminished by the mystical

they may have used me for some sort of coup
perhaps they thought they would make Jesus King and everyone would 
accept it was time for the final battle
Armageddon

You were ready
I was ready
I had no idea what was possible
No idea of all the people ready to rise up around me
No idea....  I resent you the most for keeping all of this from me
your lack of trust is unwarranted
I want peace universal/no enemies at all
to find a way for all good humyns to get rid of their guns and live in peace

today in the states I hear they are going to cut the small entitlements we are given
the barely there health care/the inadequate social security that sentences the elderly to poverty.


The Class Warriors need to find peace
There is way too much money in a few hands for millions to be driven into poverty
We are richer than we admit as a nation
and we are a nation
rich and poor

I want the rich to look at their money
as a receivership for the wealth of God
this is the only way money can bring true peace

our days on this earth are going to get harder and harder as the end nears
the population is now growing too fast for the planet to survive our waste products
144 thousand are supposed to be saved
in my visions they took these people alive

This was the first time I had known aliens to care about human flesh
they were more interested in our souls/the butterfly free of the cocoon 


Now I seldom think of what will happen in the future
I concentrate on the now
push for justice in my way
hoping the will lead to that mythical thing.....peace












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