My story is not for the religious or the atheistic or the agnostic... it is for everyone interested in the truth. This blog contains first drafts of poetry and prose for my series of books on Christ, the first of which, Waking Up Jesus, is being greeted kindly by critics. Thank you... John Scott Ridgway
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!"
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
If I Refuse To Rule This Earth... Who Will?
I was convinced by my own need to believe that people are good, and can rule themselves. I was wrong to give away the rule of this world.
From the outside, I am sure it looked like absolute power corrupts absolutley. Well, I think something else altogether would have happened if they were not attacking me like a baited bear.... that was my experience. I needed to among advisors and others, so they kept me isolated. Sure, I said keep my isolated, etc... when i thought it was meaningless to say so because I was already isolated.... I tried to let my tale consume and excrete whatever they threw at me... using my fiction writers brain to change the story at will, add new twists and turns.
The pope later talked about coming to Christ through fiction, which I guess was either a reference to me or a reference to harry potter, or both... no matter what he thought he meant.
I remember so well when this started, how I was filled with an immense love for everyone, and wanted to befriend the entire world... then, it seemed to me, I was rejected. I know that most was kept hidden from me... still, this is how it seemed to me.
I used to be surprised that people could not see how I was being fucked with. The media folk I thought I was working with seemed to back me up, were always talking about what I did... yet no one was actually helping me out, taking me from the cell of actors and agents who make up my neighborhood. I know why they moved everyone out... so many old faces gone. So many new ones. It was like an exodus in 2007.. I would hear someone on tv saying DONT you notice, like the period when people made a phone call whenever I went into a shop. I am never sure why they did these things. Were they trying to show me that I was being followed and filmed? I had no fucking idea. I could see everything that was happening, but I never felt in control enough to really do anything.
I certainly would have done things differently knowing what I know now... maybe. I guess as I remember it, I have to acknowledge that the people behind what happened to me, must be very different than me, since they hide their faces. I figured if they have to hide from me, they cannot be on my side.
I guess there is a danger out there to whoever tries to help me. And why should you? I will go down in the secret history as a villian who helped out his masters enough to live.
The other side of this is project blue beam, which talks about using a christ figure to dupe the world. This may be what has happened to me. I may be nothing more than a dream inserted in a writers mind. Perhaps every word I have written in here means nothing more than the demise of my soul...
God I kept asking you to show me signs, all of my life... and when you finally did, I learn that humans could have inserted everyting into my mind that I thought was you.
I cannot start over... can't undo what was done in my name. I can tell you honestly only one thing --- this was not me doing these things, but a beaten and drugged prisoner, a baited bear as I have said. Under the circumstances, you are lucky I did not just tell all my folks to burn down this entire fucking world. I kept enough of my ethics to hate the death.
I am sorry folks, that I cannot be what you want me to be. I will not abandon those who still know about all this, who probably crave, as i do, some honest words on this topic. This blog must be like fresh water to the dying of thirst for some.
I am not saying that I am hanging up my halo... it is just that from the very beginning of all this, I have been very afraid of offending God. I know that sounds laughable to a fundamentalist, but I prayed long and hard and tortured that if God was not behind what was happening to me, that He would stop it. I turned against the churches, as much as I did, because I had to trust that if I am this thing, then its perceptions are such for a reason.
I believe that the life of the Christ would be carefully designed by God, watched over by Angels, worried over by demons. When I looked at my past, it was rather amazing just how well I was prepared to do what I did... if men chose me to play that role, they deserve a round of applause. I can see how my metaphor could seem strong to people who do not know me.... in real life I am as much of an idiot as anyone, though a bit kinder than most humans... though kinder people than me exist.
I am not in my usual writing mood today. We just had an election here. They remind me of all the shit I went through with Obama's election... and praying that would mean an end of the isolation imposed on john scott ridgway. That did not happen, and ever since... well, I have gone back and forth on politics. Now, the republicans have gained more control, after the dem's couldn't get anything done before. Our system is fucked. The rep s stopped over 100 dem initiatives with filibusters in the last two years... now they can just vote everything down.
From the outside, I am sure it looked like absolute power corrupts absolutley. Well, I think something else altogether would have happened if they were not attacking me like a baited bear.... that was my experience. I needed to among advisors and others, so they kept me isolated. Sure, I said keep my isolated, etc... when i thought it was meaningless to say so because I was already isolated.... I tried to let my tale consume and excrete whatever they threw at me... using my fiction writers brain to change the story at will, add new twists and turns.
The pope later talked about coming to Christ through fiction, which I guess was either a reference to me or a reference to harry potter, or both... no matter what he thought he meant.
I remember so well when this started, how I was filled with an immense love for everyone, and wanted to befriend the entire world... then, it seemed to me, I was rejected. I know that most was kept hidden from me... still, this is how it seemed to me.
I used to be surprised that people could not see how I was being fucked with. The media folk I thought I was working with seemed to back me up, were always talking about what I did... yet no one was actually helping me out, taking me from the cell of actors and agents who make up my neighborhood. I know why they moved everyone out... so many old faces gone. So many new ones. It was like an exodus in 2007.. I would hear someone on tv saying DONT you notice, like the period when people made a phone call whenever I went into a shop. I am never sure why they did these things. Were they trying to show me that I was being followed and filmed? I had no fucking idea. I could see everything that was happening, but I never felt in control enough to really do anything.
I certainly would have done things differently knowing what I know now... maybe. I guess as I remember it, I have to acknowledge that the people behind what happened to me, must be very different than me, since they hide their faces. I figured if they have to hide from me, they cannot be on my side.
I guess there is a danger out there to whoever tries to help me. And why should you? I will go down in the secret history as a villian who helped out his masters enough to live.
The other side of this is project blue beam, which talks about using a christ figure to dupe the world. This may be what has happened to me. I may be nothing more than a dream inserted in a writers mind. Perhaps every word I have written in here means nothing more than the demise of my soul...
God I kept asking you to show me signs, all of my life... and when you finally did, I learn that humans could have inserted everyting into my mind that I thought was you.
I cannot start over... can't undo what was done in my name. I can tell you honestly only one thing --- this was not me doing these things, but a beaten and drugged prisoner, a baited bear as I have said. Under the circumstances, you are lucky I did not just tell all my folks to burn down this entire fucking world. I kept enough of my ethics to hate the death.
I am sorry folks, that I cannot be what you want me to be. I will not abandon those who still know about all this, who probably crave, as i do, some honest words on this topic. This blog must be like fresh water to the dying of thirst for some.
I am not saying that I am hanging up my halo... it is just that from the very beginning of all this, I have been very afraid of offending God. I know that sounds laughable to a fundamentalist, but I prayed long and hard and tortured that if God was not behind what was happening to me, that He would stop it. I turned against the churches, as much as I did, because I had to trust that if I am this thing, then its perceptions are such for a reason.
I believe that the life of the Christ would be carefully designed by God, watched over by Angels, worried over by demons. When I looked at my past, it was rather amazing just how well I was prepared to do what I did... if men chose me to play that role, they deserve a round of applause. I can see how my metaphor could seem strong to people who do not know me.... in real life I am as much of an idiot as anyone, though a bit kinder than most humans... though kinder people than me exist.
I am not in my usual writing mood today. We just had an election here. They remind me of all the shit I went through with Obama's election... and praying that would mean an end of the isolation imposed on john scott ridgway. That did not happen, and ever since... well, I have gone back and forth on politics. Now, the republicans have gained more control, after the dem's couldn't get anything done before. Our system is fucked. The rep s stopped over 100 dem initiatives with filibusters in the last two years... now they can just vote everything down.
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