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

Friday, November 05, 2010

Poem From A Commercial ...847 Dickies

DEBTS WILL BE PAID

BLOOD WILL BE SPILLED

A FATE WILL BE SEALED

A SON WILL BE CROWNED

It was much easier in my life when i knew everything I saw was directed toward me...  Now, everything in the media is ambiguous, there or not there....  My old thinking that all  is chance is coming back.

I am ready to take the earthly throne.  I am now convinced that the people had to have a taste of political hope, and see the political actions of the states melt into a morass of corporate money, before this project could continue.

Obama tried to run on small contributions, and came through for awhile, so the changed the law so that corporations could spend as much money as the want, anonymously, on campaigns.

Democracy is over here.   Gone.  The only problem I have is what will I leave behind, if this world lasts longer than me?   I trust no one to have this much power.  So I was thinking I should rule for fifteen years... during this time, I will first fix the worlds various problems, then return everyone to home rule, with a few over all laws in place.  We will dismantle the nukes, and socialize a few key global industries, oil, electricit, coal, etc... the companies will barely change in day to day operations, but the profits will go to the many, to fix the earth, rather than the .01 percent that gets more bucks than the 120 million at the bottom.  

If you have this in place, and are ready  to go, let's do this...  I refused before, and if that was real or not, that surely does not mean that the offer is still in place... but I always come back to, why would I still be alive if they do not have further plans for me?  Do they believe what I have written about taking my life is going to cost them?  Do they know it will?  

Are you ready to rise up?  Do you have a real chance at victory?   You know they keep me in the dark.

As I write this the Dylan song comes on with the lyrics,   "He calls you, you can't refuse,"
The Peter Gabrials Big Time....    "I'll be a big noise, with all the big boys."

Since I am beyond caring what people think of this site, I am just writing the truth with speculation.  The truth is the station I listen to used to listen to me, and comment on my activities, back in 07/08 when they were fucking with my mind.   I remember a couple instances, one where I cranked the stereo louder than I ever had and the DJ talked about it, another where the kept trying to get me to smash something...  which I finally did, just a few coffee cups.   I am not a smasher.

So what is happening?  I am reading how Obama is going to india with 4 war ships, the top 200 in industry, and like 800 other people or some ridiculous amount.. the paranoid among us are worried that something horrid is about to happen here.

I long ago stopped fantasizing about the powers that be allowing me leave this cave and be a public persona.  Out in the open, at least.

More than likely nothing will ever happen to me... beyond what has.  I have certainly caused a lot of trouble, but I was being attacked.  Let me rule again, and you will see this world straighten up its act.   I suspect that there are behind the scenes rulers now... maybe not.

I write this and Bonnie Raitt's song comes on, saying, "It's over, I know, but I can't let go."

That is how I really feel.  I obsess about all this, though it has stopped, pretty much.  All I notice is that certain people still seem to be bugging me, and occasionally there is the odd media reference to my activities, which I suspect they try to slip in....

I am a good person, with the interests of all at heart.  I do not care what kind of politics you spew.... thinking you have a solution, right or wrong, and trying to instigate that solution is noble... foolish maybe, stupid maybe... but who knows?  I like people who try, not give up...  I talk and write like I have a great hate for my enemies, but that is passing.  I have been trying to pray it away.    I will rule for all, not one... though I doubt this is going to happen, so do not get your hopes up.

Let us now work together for the good of all, and write off no one.   I read Greenspan recently saying that people are parasites if they do not chain themselves to the corporate life.   I have always been sickened by this attitude.  People deserve to live how they want... yes, we should all contribute, but if that means working 60=70 hours a week, that means you have no time to think or live and that is hardly a life.  I lived it for years, with the addition of going to school on top of it, because I had a goal... I never thought there was anything noble about working too much, and if I had not known it was temporary, I would never have went down that path...

Anyways, here are a few more worthless words, more than likely....

3 comments:

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