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

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I have been away for a few months considering my place in your world.   Since waking up to who I AM, I have been trhough many phases.   In the beginning,  I was appalled that people suddenly thought all of my writing was sacred.   I had been writing crazy comedy about serial killers and guy obsessed with building a hamster army.   Now, I can see how  alarmed they were by Jesus writing such prose, but I had no idea who I was at that point.  

Then I began to take relish in giving orders with my writing and seeing the creative, brilliant ways the people responded.   Humbling, very humbling.  

For some reason, my gut kept telling me back then to take no money, and meet no famous people, and just concentrate on your work.   I did not understand this at the time,  and regretted it and still do to some degree.   I had this notion that I was famous and that was not going to go away.   I learned my lesson on that one.   I do not want all the trappings of fame anyways.  My life must always remain about what will make the words flow from my fingers.

The age of 32 when I woke up last time is downplayed in religion.   The truth of what happened back then was forgotten, diliberatly,  when the priests were attempting to make my story fit into the old messiah myths -- myths that long predacte Christianity...... I have been many religions as I lived again trying to ease the human pain and batle the dark one.   The idea that I would leave humans in the control of Satan is one of the dark ones myths.  When I told you that you never know when I will walk up to and ask for a dime.....  how you treat me will be of utmost importance to my Father.

The truth of my humanity never sit well with priests who wanted to be able to say I am special without even trying to explain my teachings, which as often as not would condemn the priests for their actions.

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