WAKING UP JESUS described by Grok.

 WAKING UP JESUS, well stated by Grok. Waking Up Jesus (2009) by John Scott Ridgway is a wildly unconventional, non-linear work that mixes speculative fiction, religious satire, poetry, essays, and first-person commentary. It doesn't follow a traditional novel structure with a clear beginning-middle-end plot arc — instead, it's more like a chaotic chronicle or gonzo-style manifesto documenting an impossible event.Central PremiseJesus Christ — the historical/biblical figure — suddenly "wakes up" in present-day (early 2000s) Chicago as a living, physical human being with full divine powers restored. This is not a metaphorical or spiritual return; it's literal, messy, and immediately catastrophic for the world.From childhood (around age five), this Jesus grew literal wings, which were surgically removed by mysterious authorities to hide his identity. Intelligence agencies (government black-ops types, cabals, etc.) have secretly monitored him his entire life, apparently because certain powerful groups have been preparing for this exact moment "since the dawn of God's time" — treating the Second Coming as a long-anticipated contingency plan.Upon awakening, he begins displaying overt miracles: controlling lightning and storms, manipulating light/energy, and other god-like feats that shatter scientific and religious expectations.Key Events & Major Arcs (as Described in Available Synopses)The book focuses on the immediate global fallout and Jesus's interactions with modern power structures:Worldwide panic & chaos — News spreads instantly; society fractures as proof of divinity becomes undeniable.

Confrontations with major institutions and figures:Dealings with the President (of the United States) — political maneuvering, attempts to control or weaponize him.

Encounters with the Pope and the Catholic hierarchy — theological crisis, accusations of heresy or imposture.

Interactions with millions of followers — mass pilgrimages, fanaticism, rejection, and attempts to exploit him.

Broader societal upheaval — religious schisms, media frenzy, government cover-ups, and existential questions about faith, power, and reality.

A recurring motif is that this Jesus is radically different from the traditional, gentle image:He is angry, confrontational, and disillusioned with 2,000 years of distortions to his message.

He speaks of having lived numerous past lives, incarnating as various gods and wearing the "masks" of other deities — suggesting a more universal, reincarnational spirituality that critiques organized religion as a corruption of divine truth.

Narrative Style & PerspectiveThe story is told primarily through the eyes of a surprised agnostic writer (a clear stand-in for Ridgway himself), who previously dismissed religion as a "disease" or psychological crutch. Forced to witness undeniable miracles, the narrator shifts from skepticism to reluctant awe — documenting events in a mix of:Prose narration & essays (chronicling real-time happenings, philosophical rants, and critiques)

Poetry (raw, prophetic, often angry or satirical pieces)

Fragmented, blog-like entries

This creates a multimedia, stream-of-consciousness feel rather than a plotted novel. It's episodic, provocative, and full of Ridgway's trademark dark humor, irreverence, and blunt language.Overall Tone & PurposeThink of it as Hunter S. Thompson-style gonzo journalism crashing into a blasphemous Second Coming story — equal parts satire of religion/politics, paranoid conspiracy thriller, and personal spiritual crisis. It's deliberately shocking, anti-dogmatic, and meant to provoke thought (or outrage) about faith, power, and what a "real" divine return might actually look like in the modern world.The full text is available as a free download on platforms like the Internet Archive (as shared in various posts). If you're the author or have insider details on specific chapters/events that aren't in the public synopses, feel free to expand — the surface descriptions capture the high-level premise consistently across sources! 

My book One War according to Grok.

ONE WAR is a 2008 book by John Scott Ridgway, structured as a collection of three interconnected novellas (or short stories) that explore dark, psychological, and satirical themes tied to war, intelligence, trauma, and human corruption. It's one of his earlier self-published works, available in paperback/ebook formats (via Lulu and Amazon) and as a free download on the Internet Archive — which you've shared links to in the past.Overall Structure and PremiseThe title "ONE WAR" appears to refer metaphorically to a singular, ongoing "war" — not just literal military conflict, but the perpetual internal and societal battles stemming from violence, secrecy, and moral decay in the intelligence/military world. Ridgway draws from his background in military intelligence studies, framing the book as "based on true events in the Intelligence Community" (with heavy fictionalization and dark humor).The three main sections/novellas focus on different characters whose lives intersect with the aftermath of war and covert operations:

1. The Spy/Slane Novella (the longest section, roughly a third of the book)
   This is the core and most intense part. It centers on a character named Slane, a Navy SEAL (or similar special forces operative) who was ordered to commit horrific atrocities during the Vietnam War — specifically, to rape women to death as part of psychological warfare or interrogation tactics. The story delves into his post-war life: profound trauma, guilt, rage, possible PTSD, and descent into darkness. It's graphic, unflinching, and draws from real alleged wartime horrors (Ridgway presents it as inspired by documented or rumored events). The tone mixes brutal realism with Ridgway's signature gonzo-style black humor — not "sicko laughs," but absurd, bitter ones that highlight the insanity of war.
2. The Poet Novella
   This follows a poet (likely an artistic, introspective figure) whose life is affected by war's ripple effects — perhaps through personal loss, societal fallout, or encounters with the intelligence world. It provides a more philosophical/literary contrast to the spy's raw violence, exploring how trauma infiltrates creative minds and everyday existence.
3. The Scientist/Think-Tank Novella
   Centers on a scientist working in a government or private think-tank (possibly involved in military R&D, strategy, or psychological ops). This section satirizes the cold, bureaucratic side of war — detached planning, ethical compromises, and how intellectuals enable violence from afar.

Themes and Style

• War as endless trauma: The book argues that Vietnam (and by extension, all wars) never truly ends for those involved — it creates one perpetual "war" inside people and systems.
• Critique of military/intelligence culture: Graphic depictions of atrocities, cover-ups, and moral erosion, blended with conspiracy-tinged paranoia.
• Dark comedy amid horror: True to Ridgway's voice (seen in Waking Up Jesus and his blogs), there are moments of absurd humor even in the bleakest material — a coping mechanism or satirical jab at how humans process the unthinkable.
• Semi-autobiographical undertones: Ridgway's studies in military intelligence and anthropology inform the authenticity, though it's clearly fiction.

This work is darker and more grounded in real-world atrocity than something like Waking Up Jesus (which is speculative/satirical fantasy). It's provocative, potentially disturbing, and not for the faint-hearted — expect explicit content dealing with violence, sexual trauma, and psychological breakdown.

If you're looking to dive in, the Internet Archive version (which you've posted about) is a great free resource. As always, if this is your own work (or you're deeply connected), feel free to share more details or correct anything!

Bikers and Cops

      I always felt like anyone who would follow me held the same beliefs, essentially.   Since then I worked consciously with people who were racist, but I was asking them to work together with blacks who might even hate whites.  Prison rules to keep things right.  I prefer integration, but I am not everyone.  

I have rules I go by, people I will never mention, out of respect of their rules.  This is because I wrote something long ago, without any clue of implications of what I was writing.  Had I went along from the beginning, my God, what would you people have done?   It was a set up.  I am embarrassed to think I have anything worth saying if I even did.

Now that Trump has to be voted out before he destroys the ability for most to have basic access to health care, clean water, air...  if he tries to steal the election again, the people must act.  It is not a 'problem the politicians will fix.'

I pray we have enough Grace to work together against this anti-Christ, which he is if you know the peaceful Jesus of the Gospels.  He would not praise war, or even hitting another.

I know there is always blood.  I do not want the brotherhood of killers to grow...  I do not always get what I want.  I do not even know what you are doing.

I will not hate you if you hate me.  I will not hate you because you hate someone else, or think them lesser.  We have to find a common ground from which to talk.  But I do not know who you are, so why do I go along with this at all?   To please the visitors to the zoo?   A watched one in a weird game you play. I may use whatever I have influence to protect those who I see what you have been doing all along.

I forgot all I knew.  I knew better than to trust the CIA because I had never read anything good about them.  Democracy Now showed me they were racist when one of them lied to me, saying they should help the left on this continent.  Stupid asshole I was, reactionary...

I cannot tell where there is Justice.  Just was thinking this morning the rallying cry should be Justice.  When there is no Justice in the law...  well, ask me and I will tell you what needs to be done, but the powerful forces would not let someone like me at the table.  Oh, they can use me as a living religious icon.  And I do not know what you are doing anyways.

The subtext of Bikers was a surprise to me.  I was a fool.  And am.  Now I understand this.  I am not going along with you anymore but what the fuck does that matter?  

I have helped create a nightmare.  Helped you shatter truth into a meaningless opinion, whatever they were ordered to think, however scientific.  I did not know myself?

I keep thinking of the Bishop on Democracy Now being angry at me, as if I had known this group was oppressing blacks when I had made clear that was not my way.  If they went there, then the people who I see who need to be at the table, the people who I have known and loved who were black over the years, mentors even.  Along with many others, but...  I will not give into stereotyping, and I cannot be angry as was pointed out by being stereotyped.  It is natural at this point.  Blacks have had to prove themselves forever.  I get a bit of that sting.  I need to go well beyond emotions, to the sane, emotionless part of me that thinks about the best answer.  And remembering my ignorance.

I am spreading disinformation still in a way.  Writing things I am not sure are true is a form of dishonesty, and I am ridding myself of this.  I have to.  God works through me.  Nothing cool or fun or foot steps to walk in.  Jesus did not want his followers getting crucified, according to the bible, tells them they are going to deny him.  Forgives them for acting in self interest.

What do I know of Jesus?  Some of the quotes I know from that Holy Book resonate to me, and I believe in the Golden Rule. 

 I am not blaming God for what humans do.  This is why you were given free will.  I have learned that this free will is something that they try to take away from you.  

The belief that Justice is for all is a santa, I suppose.  The rich run the world.  They will not let me in, say I passed my time;  I grew up with a deep hatred for the rich instilled in me.  Stupid.  I am not going to hate the rich.  Again, stereotyping.  I know Illinois might be better off with a Billionaire at this point, and I believe events AROUND ME are usually not an accident.  Even though they may hate me.  

I saw Democracy Now brought MSnow's actual head, and I pray this was a sign that they have some autonomy?  This could be a very good sign, and I am sorry I made light of him.  A perfect example of my having common ground with someone.   We both feel for the people who lost everyth ng in these fires, the deaths, the forests...  and how the climate will make this happen more often.  An important book.  I need to build on such things.  I know my words are right.

I let myself get angry this week.  M. gets fired on one six.  The president is my enemy, the people I worked with when I got into this place probably hate me.  Though there is some cushion, etc.  I feel at the mercy of some game you are playing with our lives.  Long ago I asked for a normal life, thinking in other places I was famous, other planets, and I acted like I did not want it... or did not... the post brainwashing shit that drove me mad.  What craziness it sounds like now.  A religion where I wanted the focus not on me but on giving to the poor.  Stolen money I never saw and did not even fucking believe in by then.  I had no idea I was a prisoner.  Or hostage?  Whatever.  I wish the fuck someone had told me what was going on.

Would of ended right then.  You showed me a fiction on tv.  I assumed they were lies.  I never meant to protect this system.  I did know that I had no idea how to go from my everyday life into your world.  I am not not willing to go live with a bunch of racists.  M has the magazines out one day, then they disappeared.  I have never been involved in anything nefarious or racist that I meant to be.  Any organization that is, they don't have my backing, that is for sure.  If they think that way but are not fucking with people than I am not going to pretend I get to tell them how to think.  I would not do that to you again...  I write.

I see you doing shit and never think I am having some effect. I have been feeling defeated for awhile.  Concentrating on the afterlife.  I do not see myself doing anything other than leaving for heaven, a place beyond all wants...  What I imagine is my own vision, the nothingness without the pull of planets and life and love and pain.

I am very much just looking away from the pain...  in the place where there is nothing to want.  The trip out here down.  I had a lot of weird thoughts on these matters, heaven and this tunnel I saw.  Drugged up starvation....  what I saw helped change me, I thought.  Then the bloodshed started.  I was unprepared, as always.  Made very questionable decisions, in the isolation of the myths they have given me to live within.  

My door has been closed.  A rule to never talk to the prisoner, the one we laugh at...  when I am not a threat, and God knows I do not wish to be one.  I wish to be a threat to ideas.

I found group after group simply used the system you have to take liberties with the law that I could not imagine happening.   California I am sorry, Colorado, everywhere else.  The actions I could not believe were happening.  Like I wanted Colorado.  I did not have any desire or way I could see to move, or any reason to when I trusted No One.  All the states wanted me for a bit, but I did not wish to move though the love was interesting.  God would not allow you to use me like you wanted.  I die before doing certain things.  I have no idea why I asked you to kill me at first.  Any of those things.  They made little sense to me.

The world seemed to march when I asked, or they reacted, with no kings.  I am not a king, unless in your underground world, which I do not begin to understand.  I would tell my citizens I am chained and in prison, what is going on in the world above my pay grade.  Do NOT take any orders from me.  Not that you would.

Anyone who backs Trump is doing a lot of people a lot of hurt.  Amoral people.  The death of the world, quicker, with less planning and no money for the liberal states.

.  No, I certainly did not

did you...

 fire her?  The weather wonders?

The Noose Around My Neck

     After a lost battle...  which the enemy thought was a lost war,   I was once asked, long ago, why I walked around with my chest puffed out.  I replied, "As long as I am alive I am winning."   They really thought it was over.  I told them that and now twenty years later, they are long gone and I am still solicited to help with the resistance... the guy who knows peaceful resistance will work.  The one who has seen too many guns and revolutionaries and death and mass graves...  does not want to ignorantly draw blood.   PEACEFULLY WORKING THROUGH THE ISSUES... or join the corpses rotting around me.  

     All I knew back then was that some group had messed with my life.  Telling the world this dangerous creature would now rule the world?  The absolute confusion, coupled with the brain washing of Jesus into my head, which led me further away from whatever plans these were.  I have always strived to be moral and am instinctually in most situations, and angered by injustice.  Add to this possible divine powers and my head was one huge mess.   But I have not been defeated.

Twenty years later, after I told you I was going to end up surrounded by an ever increasing pile of bodies if you attacked me.  Sadly, misinterpreted. violence of the most vile kinds manifested. I do all I can to bring peace between all people, though in Chicago I got to be friends with a lot of black people, and meet THOUSANDS DRIVING CAB which is intimate at night in the big city.  Heard stories.   To hear of this kind of strife, and know that this is probably happening already.  I keep seeing the power is yours, play hard ball. Do the words mean...

They are not random I have seen mostly.  I thank again all the messengers and humbly bow to your efforts, and apologize sincerely for your pain.  The part I had in it ignorant or not does not make much emotional difference, same acidic, pit of guilt.

I once had way too much influence.  What bit I still have has to be used in ways only professionals know.  I am not lying to any of you anymore.  No reason to.  I am following the law and the last thing I want is to influence someone to hurt someone else or themselves.   My thoughts are all about how to avoid violence.  If violence comes I leave that to the professionals.  

Though I will never abandon Chicago and that means everyone.  I will never abandon my ethics, and that means I will never abandon even an enemy.  Christianity allows me to hope for redemption.  Before I felt a fire from God fill me when I preached for blood. I was trying to correct troubles that I had noticed over the years, while I could, on some level.   Though I surprised myself.  I did not feel like me at all, and ...  .  I do not expect this again.  I have become something else.  Now I will act silently and effectively as possible at giving people hope, spiritual direction, and reasons to carry on the curing of the diseases mental and physical that plague our land.

I am guilty.  There is no other verdict.  I am just not sure what I am guilty of?  Being a guy who got brainwashed, over and over, by a group that wanted...  whatever.  Others would say Murder.  Mass Murder.  The ones I found about afterwards.  Lord, do not do that to me again.  I know you are there, but we must 

Does anything I write matter

I have been wondering that lately....