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

Monday, April 18, 2011

Field Reports From The Holy War

Anyone can go to heaven. From any religion. There is no madness in God that says being born in a particular time or religion or mental geography distinguishes who goes to heaven. Why would God be jealous of his own masks? Priests who write scripture on the other hand, are always proclaiming their religion can beat everyone else's.

I have to take on faith what has been shown, in my own memories and experiences,  and when the world seems nothing more than flesh on a rock, remember the wonders I have experienced.  I never expected this to happen, I say too often.  Too true.  44 years old and unexpected events brought me into a world I was too stupid/ignorant to even suspect existed.    A world where the spirits and angels and demons are real... and entrenched.  To give the world a thousand years of peace when I leave... I am going to need to hunt down the evil that is left here.

I remember well a vision of fighting my way into Hell,  which happened when I finally had more souls that Satan.   I flew into Hell and offered them Father's Forgiveness to Satan and his minions and the poor souls he seduced. . . .  even as my blood thirsted for theirs.   Then the child of Satan, born into Hell and the only innocent in that place of punishment where God sent the errant Angels,  came up behind his Father as he bowed before me, and used this moment of weakness to destroy the Dark Angel... tearing his being to shreds.  I could not stop him.  

The metaphors that shape my mind, more than anything else.... my dreams of forgiveness when in reality, I know my Father is wrathful, too.  Calculating.  Only so many will go along to heaven.  I have seen again and again many left behind.  Souls that just simply would not evolve.  Satan relished such types.   A vengeful creature he sought to battle that which cannot be fought... God himself.   The best he could do was challenge the Son on a far distant planet. 

Perhaps Satan does live, and he will be left behind, along with his angels, when we return to God.  He already rules over his flock, and I over mine... as the end times come, the good will try to do what they can for the damned before they leave -- knowing that there is no Hell as harsh as knowing your Savior has come and gone.  

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