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!"
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Updates From The Father
New visions. One is similar to what I dreamt the night I also saw the face of God, with fire spewing from my chest and lightening from my black... the other entirely new.
In the first great waves of fire were flowing my heart, burning everything before me from horizon to horizon. Behind me a storm of lightening flew from my back so dense that it looks like a sheer wall of crackling electricity, and again, destroys everything, again from one horizon to the other ... the end of life. The vision came back to me the next day... cleansing all life from the planet. Then I was spirit again, above the burning red round object once so blue and full of life....
Souls were everywhere around me, white and gray bits of color on the black background of space. Some are writhing, afraid, direction-less, far from me and drifting further yet. . . others naturally drift to me, some I frantically gather. In a splintered second, we fly through the stars. Leaving behind horrified, screaming gray souls asking for a redemption that God no longer offers. Perhaps this Hell... being literally left behind, lost in space, with the knowledge your savior has come and gone...