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

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Under Cover Angels

half hidden haunt behind a shade

warriors hidden about waiting
for the war He says is coming
the battles to turn hell's dominion/earth/back into His paradise

the promised peace
the least he could do for the souls he left behind

I wonder sometimes why God would ever need a Warrior
why he would cull this soul over that

maybe there is some work for souls out there
a universe of savage grace
evil greater than satan


maybe satan was training for what is to come?

Heaven is a place you can only reach in the afterlife by traveling as a soul

I have seen His face and know this is my journey's end
and others will be around me as a glowing flock 
as I return to His realm

The politics and religion question
is at my mind again

I do not tie my politics to religion in that some are evil/some good
just some acting ethically for the good of all/balanced against the sacred rights
of the individual.

a mess

i know the difference between a politician and a man
a demon and a deluded sleaze bag who hates the world
 and wants revenge on the world for making him miserable.

I would not be here as a man if I was needed as a God alone
there is work that can only be done in the flesh
What knows a God of a man?   Less than a man knows of a God
you might as well ask the sun how a stone feels?

I will never fathom the ways of the Father
I will never understand my place under the stars











1 comment:

amiri abu jamal said...

great stuff here- bob