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!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Two minds

two minds in one body
the half mad writer and the grieving Godling

day to day subsumes
 the philosophical
become just flesh
trying to decide how to fill another day
a body in pain
crippled up and worthless for heavy lifting.
bike riding, working out, skiing ...
the long list of the  lost
taunts me some days
makes me feel very small indeed
a worthless wordsmith watching too much tv
wasting him time putting together words they have made clear
they are going to repress
as much as they can
twist into fictions that suite their evil purposes

Pretend anything they do not want investigated
a Conspiracy Theory
Use it like 9-11
where they destroy anyone
in the public eye
who states the obvious
... from a country that has started numerous wars with

Will they make me a myth in the end?
Keep me in Chicago like a prisoner
for the rest of my life?
A man who saved the country once
A man terribly wronged

Yet... the Deity forgives the excesses surrounding His surfacing
an over-reaction He should have expected had He expected any of it...
He forgives knowing there is a greater judge than He
Jesus feels like the defense before the court of God

I wonder if the deity in my mind will slowly fade away?
if this is all an inserted personality
if my old self will one day become entrenched
the Spirit life I glimpsed closed to me
an illusion an intelligence agency inserted to fuck with me and mine?
the mind rape is almost too much to conceive of but there it is

regardless of His origins
here I am...  
the only man on the planet who could kill the Christ
merely by just forgetting 
he existed for awhile in my head

Could they have been trying to use me to make a play for world domination
the evidence for various narratives present themselves
a kaleidoscopic twist of reality presents itself before my eyes

Whoever thought I would take that throne... and thinks I should have... should realize
I would have been a puppet for the people already torturing me...
and I was not anxious to throw my lot in with them

so many came to my aide
so many declared me their enemy

They really have fucked up my sanity in a way
in another I am still more sane than anyone I have ever met
I can think all too clearly about my situation

Only twenty twenty hindsight will ever make sense of this

I could be one of many things...

Read a Mormon supposed Prophet today saying that
he was either a reincarnation of Joseph Smith... a genius at writing
or he was inspired by Satan

At the height of my manias I believed that all the old souls were here
every saint and prophet
from Buddha to Allah to Jesus to MLK
Gathered because they are always here
living in service to the peoples of God
perhaps we are but
a hundred and forty four thousand
reincarnating over and over
amidst humans
knowing our time here would last just the length of a blast of life in the cosmos
all planets die and spread their seeds in the end
the rule of nature

perhaps seventy two angels came down
to find one hundred and forty four thousand souls?
Could any God be so cruel?
I never bother much with prophecy but that number haunts me
shows up again and again
in my weight at one point... and the hospital where I weighed in
then the next day changed the scales to kilograms or something foreign
and refused to tell me the translation

someone in a Masonic hospital refused to let me see that number come up
strange evidence like this haunts me
The Room where I became aware of this
was 144
Strange coincidences

a guy sitting outside the hospital asked me
So, are you still religious?
I told him,  "Of course.  I am Jesus Christ,"
He was quite pleased with my answer

I try to forget all of this some days
ignore that ever happened to me
chalk it up to an elaborate mind game played against me
by the powers that b
and if it is that
I need to get some Justice on This matter
As much as the written word can rally
As much as Just Humyns Can Force

If I am deity and believe me when I think about this
there is a lot of evidence... so much that if they concocted all of this
they spent millions on me
threw everything they could at me
that they could get away with
I knew enough to be public as hell when I attacked the powers that b
Some instinct caused me to make five new blogs
and blast the info everywhere
The sirens they blew off downtown
as I cut crosses into my body on the lake shore
and told the audio surveillance
that I was going to Smite The City

How could I not wonder what I am

My Life stolen from me
replaced by a haunted figure playing out spy crafts
communicating with hidden shadow folks

those who watch and follow what I do
those who watch those
who watch those who watch what I do

I think of all the Money stolen from me
tricked away before I could think straight
Money ... which I was right to turn down
one bloody penny destroys a million dollars
I would rather live on the humble pension provided
a guy who worked for over thirty five years at various jobs
which is nothing...
here in the land of the freekish (sic)

life stolen
by a system that is dead set
on exploiting the many
to benefit the few
Born A Slave this time around
my chains mentally applied by masters of manipulations
playing the masses like unsuspecting cows in a slaughter pen

I have broken through their thin veil of lies
fell into pure Revolution
Constant subversion of the half ass answers bestowed by politicians
and businessmen

I ask God who I am
some days
I try to take the Dali Lama's view that what does it matter
who you are
what you are
If you are perceived as such you have a sacred duty
to others belief to lead them as best you can
This I do
Under any name
the mental paths I blaze thru their brutal theologies
will allow others to come this far
before branching out on their own

Saturday, January 22, 2011

wandering Jew (rewrite)

Death on a cross
was a jail break 
from a prison of pure pain
The Mercy of a Roman spear thru my side

carry me up into the Heavens
for a pure moment 
as a curious warm feeling traveling the universe again

They remind me when the time
comes to don another mask
suffer the flesh to be born again into the struggle
fight and love and steer the myths of mankind 

life cycles less the Christian coming once 
leaving bloodied on a Cross
vowing  to come back for their souls...
the returning of the mindful Buddha
stronger than thought 
never abandon the suffering
the same instinct
that led Buddha 
from his Kingly garden
to starve
under a Bodi tree
until his mind emptied enough 
for the universe to flow in    

Friday, January 07, 2011


I woke up in the middle of a ring of spies
preparing for an event
that I would never have believed in...
A God Walking In Human Flesh.

When they pointed at me I had no idea why?
I felt like I was breaking apart not leading someone
snatched out of my life by a cosmic hand 
and thrown 
into a passion play 

clever manipulators and sadists crossed every line
tore into my brain and changed me to suite their needs
turned my life into a reality show and I played along
until my oppressors reached into my cage 
and were surprised when I bit off their hand

We took out Hitler.... they announced after the second brainwashing
I was amazed they were that blatant about the brainwashing...
took out Hitler?  I wondered?  Did they have Hitler in me, too?
They had shown me a Nazi apologist film.. so I knew they were trying to soften me
for some blow... 
how I had attracted them
 remains a mystery
why they would help me 
even more of one?

Redemption I suppose... 
which I cannot help but hope is available to anyone

the maddening times of this
as the world I knew was being torn apart by what I was learning
leaving me unsure of what to believe...  
as they wanted...  
the more confused I am about what happened to me
the better off the ones who fucked with me think they are

I have to guess about how the outside world looks at me.  

I write because  there are great thoughts
I fail my mission if my education wastes away unused in my head
I studied what was needed to achieve God's Will

Man tried to shape me
sometimes I think they created this voice thru brainwashing
not knowing that I AM who they wished me to pretend to me

They set up a throne for a fake son of God, a usurper
per Jesus plan for the end time
the humble and poor would never have had the resources
to set up the world wide stage for they needed
to carry out their Mission

or perhaps they never thought I was a man at all
I would think prophets would have noticed me
signs must have appeared all over the earth

I do not want the worship due God
I tremble at the Blasphemousness of such requests... 
see souls destroyed by this every damned day
or brains washed

an MC16 critic in England resurfaced nutted on Jesus speak
had a sex-change and was promoting Hemp
almost a mockery of me... maybe a sign though that...
No one is taking that critic seriously again

Bit off more reality than I can chew and I am choking on the taste of this BULLSHIT

I pray lately 
only love will flow out of me
that the blue chakra of my heart
will blend with the blue of the sky
and encompasses the globe in peace

sleek people kill each other on prime time

naive dreams of love
in a padded room 
hazed with pills and pot
a refuge buried deep under fictional lives and times
worlds of my own creation
where every day makes sense

The Preacher is Jesus as he settles fully on his doctrine and how he is going to spread the word.  The pains of his birth are always going to haunt him, and his rages about his oppressors are still raping through his mind...  he tries to pray for the damned, but he doesn't always have the patience.

I am going to use a different tense, a narrator, describing the Preacher... as another way of telling this story, that makes sense of a narrative.  The same story I have told before in a very different way.  The Jesus books should be an evolving project, my series in the background, for now.

Preacher is good word for what I am.  That is a nice easy label to have.   People can take or leave what I say, without having to write everything that comes out of my mouth in stone.