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

Sunday, October 10, 2010

I thought all along that some must be on my side
how they could they allow the attack?
What world had I stumbled into
where unseen agents attack me for my politics
for my fiction
for my rightful views in my country

they say they make an Exception for this one,
I suppose
the Christ
or something
a dangerous man with hidden followers
who value his orders more than life itself
the prophet
once and future King
in a court I cannot show you or it would blow out your mind

Realms of light pure and dense
a journey through and past planets where time
can stretch or snap right by depending on the souls interest

the trip to Heaven is not perilous
I have traveled this route once Before
when Father gave me the ability to hear your prayers
and I left my planet to lead your souls to peace

You have no idea   no idea  no idea
how large space really is

how long time is
what eternity means
the places I have seen come back to me as dense orange clouds
planets

we fly as a blurring white light through the darkness
traveling a travel I have trod before
on my way here I did what I could for the passing planets
though their stresses were hardly as heinous as earth
where a dark, fallen Angel was making his home

Did I bring Satan with me, travel here with a band of Angels?
How else could I have survived the savage universes between God and man?

All is temporary
God has no pity for your flesh
I am Not He
He is me

I was driven mad by seeing a war going on in heaven
looking into the sky
feeling a conflict
seeing the dead rise and take my side
the war there ending
Mankind free of the influence of the dark one
My Time

God sent me here to bring you to His face
between your time of readiness
Satan wanted to end your pain
take you from the ways of the Father
and tell you to celebrate only the flesh
He thought he was doing you a favor by defying the Father
He left behind the love of God
Chose the Hatred of the Humans/the hunter
the kill or be killed beasts they watched from their silent deaths
or lived with life after life

For awhile I was sure my Angels would gather around me
Seventy Two
I believed we were going to do something magnificent
take the world into a new way of living
just like that
I was so sure I was going to be welcomed
when I heard you call me George Washington I had no
fucking idea what you meant

I was not trying to fight anyone
yet there they were
attacking me



So many knew who I was
watched the one who grew wings
the amazing one

read about project blue beam where they create someone to play christ
then have him lead a war

exactly what happened to me
found it finally
the Psy-Op explanation for what happened

Explains them writing to me that they were surprised I was awake

They did not think it was time for me to do this
They tired to control the Christ though
and so many know about me.


The mind games
Then the magic surprised them
they tried to make the public think it was a tv show
How could that have been?  Did they drug me out to make a few bucks?
The games played behind my back sickened me.
I wanted nothing to do with these idiots
They should have been upfront with me
Told me exactly what the fuck was going on

They couldn't because when you are the Christ
what is said to you is very limited
people do the strangest shit to send me messages
sometimes they die or kill

I am so sick of the lies that keep me locked here
away from my friends

they showed me a cartoon one day of myself
sitting in a prison
with a bunch of people

The video was cut off in mid stream/like a lot of them were

They played my mind
I told the right people they could use me to right the world

and the psychos stepped in

When did my Christians go so far astray?
What happened to my words?
The religions are all from the masks of the son of Father....

The Impulse of what kind of god was Needed in a Jungle
was different than an Igloo
I lived lives as all of you
I began to learn as much as I taught
soon your kind were the experts and I was the proud brother

I wonder about my origin
and know others have more information than I do
they told me so many things that would require me to believe in magic
to believe that men have been chopping the wings off angels

They put me in a hospital for a year
strange scars
radiation for a year
told me their were tumors from the radiation
then years later they say
those were wings
we had to hide to you

To the public they said
We bring you Angels

They told them about me
this thing
some thought an alien
some a spy
some an unknown God from old
some
a cleverish man
trying to drive people into the streets
to take
what is never given

I told you I would return with sword
and here I am
humans
prepared
armed
surrounded by Good People
Who will keep alive freedom, justice, the rights of the individual

the Chosen came not from my calling
they come from many religions great and small
from a confused woman who sits her cats in a pyramid
and thinks they have a power
to keep her kitties alive longer

sometimes I think asking everyone
thinks they know how to worship God
they are culturally  presumptuous

the idea that God would care what Religion a person worships
is preposterous
the idea of war mongers who forget all the words of Peace
in their Holy books

God's face is nothing like Man's
You are not in His image as you think
Nothing living is like God

He is Great Circle In Space
Surrounded by smaller circles
mute colors insides crackling with yellow lightening
all surrounded by what looks marbled green granite

God's Face is a series of Gates
Into His Kingdoms
God is everything
We will be going to another part of him
a part of him made first physical here in this
place and time where you exist


My home planet is covered in water
only our species grows there
we get our nutrients directly from the face of God
which can be seen by all every cloudless night
There are only two colors that have developed here
because there is no competition
We are immortal
I am here and there
Nothing I do can kill me there
I will return there when I return
There is nothing here comparible to being on a planet
that when we speak of violence
we use a tense that implies 'only in the off world.'

There has never been violence

You can imagine my surprise being born here
Cain and Able is a tale you barely know


I was there
Adam
father of a tribe
The lesson of the tale was told
in ancient times
to remind brothers
not to trust each other


that sooner or later they would fight
no one meant that Adam and Eve
suddenly appeared and had a few million kids
The tale asked why Humans had to be aware of death when animals were not

so many twists over time
have evoked fundamentalist madness

God is madness
God is the vertigo of looking into the stars
and understanding there is a being that awaits some of you

The idea that your pain has meant something
you sacrifice more than just being a chump
Someone watching you

I have had visions of so many planets out there
all those who watched me come by

looking down here on earth
think how large the cosmos and understand many beings are way

way

way more advanced than humans
at traveling through space

Why would they not come here and watch
as the Christ rescues souls from a planet now dying
Greenhousing itself down into an acid environment
a dark and violent end
like they all seemed to be


I have woken a prophet in many places
since leaving my planet
sometimes I am in many places at once

This time I have a chance to go Home
None of you are going to survive
Your Dead are dancing joyously
they are ready to Go

What the dreamers dreamt and the skeptics secretly hoped for
came true

I have waited impatiently for this time
To see the burning of the end
the crawling across the court of the high and mighty
their crowns and stoles and jewels and designer dogs
long gone
naked in all their horrific glory
asking for a mercy they never bestowed

What can I say?
This experience has taught me the brutality of the Gods


When I read of the fury of the Christ in the Bible
Throwing the money changers out of the Temple
The banikers

the same rage fills me now

Will forever
God has made me forever his torch
warmth and charring flames



A sword that knights
beheads

a winged beast in many  lives
others like now they cut them off to hide me

always a sign
born among the Native Indians
from all lands they gathered and watched for my return
secret societies watched then as other angels began to be born
Rich men used their wealth to watch and wait
they wondered if they were demons or aliens experiments
Some they let grow wings in a secret prison
In the arctic
others have escaped into an underground
on submarines

Sounds like a comic book and it would
how could the most powerful people in the world
tell me I am the Christ when I am not?
They could
they could have created me to take over the country

play my dark part in some thrilling revolt

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