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, October 24, 2011

The list goes on and on....

don't mix religion with military/politics/dinner/
the nightly news (dog and pony shows only-fluff stuff)/laughter dies
almost if you are not careful in this dangerous world
slippery slopes in every folded up foil tin
every clear little baggy passed
between addicted and gangs battling for terroritory
all over this flaming world
blood everywhere over the world wide
prisons filled with pot heads
pathetic law
pathetic laws that abandon someone you know or knew
to jail  -- some more than one
good folk who deserve nothing except a pat on the back
for being easy to deal with and honest small buinesses

What a world I have been born into
so much to change in such a short amount of time
most spent so far inside the egg of academia

Now out and preaching in ways subtle
and hidden
as much
as a claim of not taking credit for how I appear
or what I am
as much to not care and remain humble and
as small as possible before HIS IMMENSITY

A BEING at the center of the BIG BANG

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