This Entry Is More Oriented Toward My site http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com
Waking Up J. tells the story of a god waking up in Rogers Park from a fleshly sleep that made him an agnostic writer of dark comedy, who believed religions were mental infections. The world convulses when news and miracles and evidence surfaces all over the globe that yes, this is the one. The president and pope and hollywood and citizens all over the world take note of the godling.
At this point in the story, he is under a sort of city arrest. Chicago has had to bring in a private army to keep him safe. THey work with him and against him... after keeping him ignorant of the fact that he started growing wings at five and had secret cabals watching his every move, trying to figure out what he was. They decided he was an angel, because he was always doing good acts. At other times though, he acted like a man... a sex craving, drug doing writer with few inhinitions about what he writes. Different than other men in signifciant ways.
When he suddenly begings writing about taking over the world forces begin to gather in his name. He thinks he is making jokes, does not realize that he is already acting under commands from god. He was kept hidden because the last time he was born as CHRIST Herrad had all the boy children in teh city slaughtered.
This is a book for anyone. It will offend christians more than atheists. This is a mythic undertaking, written humbly... I had a bunch of prophetic dreams and supernatural experiences, which caused me to become a christian of sorts. Mostly the feeling of the Voice Of God coming through me when I write prose in this voice. IF you like it, you can see the new work on the blog, or buy a preliminary version of the book on Lulu. My girlfreind loves getting all the different additions. Oh, well. It will be a good record for me.
I have only one book up that I am comfortable with entirely. And I would still make some changes in it if I had the time. One War. And what do I do with this one book? I start giving it away for free. That is right, google my real name and follow the links to One War... it is a short book. Tell me what you think of it. I have heard only raves, so something else would be refreshing, even if it is vile and hateful.
This is the book that started the government watching me. They got a manuscript early purely by accident. The Jesus Book also goes into him being bugged and shit, and all that happened to me. I will someday write a book about how my blog almost caused a war here in the states. For right now, it is better to stay vague because I suspect that there are legal issues to take into consideration.
I still believe, as I wrote in a poem.,
The general tells his startled officers
we keep no secrets from even the leaset of our enemies
we will need them in the end to lead us out of this forest of lies
Here is the entry in the voice of Jesus. This is not typical. Usually he writes in poetry, but I am adding a lot more prose to the work to ground the poetry in the true events that took place. There is a lot of top secret stuff in my work. Seek and ye shall find.....
Summer has hit Chicago, filling the park and beach with people, the paths with young mothers and dog walkers and joggers and elderly people moving slow and steady around the circle of asphalt weaving through the trees, sand, hills, tennis courts, beach... A gorgeous walk accross the street from my house. Even in my relative poverty I have a lot to be grateful for. M and I took a nice walk with ruby doo this morning, going over to the artist wall, where they are repainting the thirty or so murals down by the pier. You see all kinds of paintings, ranging from little kids stick figures to elaborate, seriously artistic portraits. The theme this year is Winds Of Change. Last year, there were a few that referred to me, so I looked for the same thing this year... for example, one said that I had finally left my castle, only to mistaken for a weed, and that I was disappearing agAIN but still growing inside. Another called this neighborhood Area Fifty One, and had an alein in a garden. There was a lot of Jesus stuff... one of my dog and cat that remained unfinished all year.
I always say I am going to go do this, and I am a fair painter, you know... I sell whatever I want. As gifts they overwhelm people. So, you know... well, you can find my paintings all over the net, under my non de plume, john scott ridgway.
Walking about I feel like a man for awhile. Just me and the warm sun on my back,the iced coffee in my hand, the taste of blueberry scone on my lips. M is dressed all hippy, with a psychodelic shirt and bell bottoms. I am all in black, with a blueish green suit coat tossed over. Actually I lied. My new converse are blue high tops. I tried to get black, then grey... they only had blue and I was in a hurry to get new shoes so... they are blue. No meaning is meant to attatched to the color,but my poetric mind still has to make connections. I think of blue as the sky usually, so the color reminds me of inifinity.
FOr awhile people were convinced I was even conveying messages with my clothing. A women came up to me after I told Israel they were my cradle and have my love (especially the kibbutz, where they live a communistic life that is sensible and fullfilling), she is black and middle aged, looks very disturbed.... she says, "You're wearing green pants, what does that mean?"
I had no answer ready, so she just went on, "Is Israel a good place to go?"
"Yes," I told her, "I would like to see Israel."
I left her then like a mad women on the streets who I don't have the time,money or knowledge to help.
Now, I am begginning to feel the awful weight of my position more and more and yes, my cloths and hair and words and actions are all metaphors. Always were. I will tell you stories from my youth, true and irrefutable, with witnesses and documentation galore, that will add up to the equation which shows that in all of humanity, I am the Factor X... the unknown entity...
I wrote some more of the Johnny Pain prose. Writing in the guise of a slap stick serial killer makes me feel like I am comically narrating a video game. That would be fun, actually, to write all this crazy ass dialog for a johnny pain game. Any body our there making games?
Probably not.
This entry is just to come in and touch base, to tell you that I Am here.
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