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

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

The DAY I Almost Destroyed Chicago??

I was in terrible pain.  They were drugging me,  keeping me sleepless for days...  homeless,  by design.   Some Mob related guy pressed Mary Ann into leaving town for the weekend to hang out with their dog, get away, smoke weed...  then treated her like shit once she was there.   Left me out in the cold,  after the drugs made me too crazy for even M's tremendous patience.  Before that I had tried to just take anything they were throwing at me, telling myself that the unreal attack against me had to end sooner or later and then I would get my revenge.

I was talking to the bugs outright then,  they must have used something they could aim at me, because they were picking me up on the streets...   sounds so strange to write this a few years later, as if I am describing a madman.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else on this earth has been through this?   I suppose not...  Anyways,   As I walked toward the lake front, quiet pissed at the world,  I described the war in heaven that I was fighting even as  my flesh walks this earth,  how much I had lost freeing mankind from the grip of the Fallen Angel...   I was so pissed....  I sat down by the lake, took a piece of  broken glass,  and carved bloody crosses on my feet, chest, hands,  my sides... then burned my chest with a cigarette....  telling the spies I was going to destroy the city.   Alarms began going off... shrill, screaming...  as if a tornado was coming.   Grant Park,  usually packed on a summer day, emptied of people as the long haired Christ screamed on the lakeshore...

Then I stood up and screamed into the sky,  That Is Acting, Mother Fuckers...      It is not in my make up to destroy a city over the actions of a few of their leaders...  now, had I ran into the people who were causing my pain that day,  I would surely have killed them with my bare hands.

I do not take lightly the powers of God.   Using them is alarming...  My  powers seem so .. destructive.

Am  I here to destroy all I have loved?   To leave this earth in cinders, so I can harvest the souls?   The planet will die anyways, I suppose, sooner or later.  

How  can I even  care about what is going to happen before the fire?

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