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

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.   

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Might be the Finest subject which I read all day?