Okay fellas. Police already have been in my house taking pictures of the enshrined girls who got raped and violently murdered. Saint Paul police have me under tight surveillance and people find my shrines in the woods to these girls and it scares the hell out of them.
In the end, the primary reason I'm Fascist is I dread the thought of children exposed to what is in the entertainment industry. I don't give a shit about being a genuine Fascist, as I don't qualify, and want people to be free, but I was already into necrophiliac porn at age 10, and it's evil stuff, just a few clicks away. It's not a good liberty to have access to it.
Most guys wont want to kill, but it's degradation, hardens the heart, causes obsessions, perversions, selfishness, immaturity, lack of Self-control. Would you want your children alone with a man heavily addicted to and obsessed with porn? Would you want your daughter with such a creep?
What prevented me from acting out the sickness, was it seemed very cowardly to do that , but I cared about the relatives of who my victims might be as well.
I used to run up to girls walking alone at night and got a scream out of one of them, and it was a delight. Another looked like she was about to faint. Another pulled out pepper spray. I would ask them for a hug and when they refuse start acting like a dangerous psycho.
But that was the extent of violence against women other than stalking, but don't even be my Internet friend.
I have an important message. Denise Naslund came into my life March 3rd 2015 after I stabbed a guy twice in the chest with a butcher knife while high on PCP and getting pushed. I believed I was the Antichrist, Joker, and death, and he said "Matthew, you devour other people's time, energy, life, and resources, you Cannibal!"
When he called me a cannibal I decided to give him a reason to make such an accusation, and believed I needed to entertain an audience of diabolical spirits to kill him and eat his face. The weird thing was, I didn't want to.
It was for some reason not possible to resist and I had absolutely no control. It was as though a prophecy and curse needed to be fulfilled and I had no say so in the matter. As worthless a destiny as that was, it seemed like destiny.
While waiting in the holding cell for court the next day, involuntary noises and phrases came out of my mouth that i couldnt control, and convulsions and throwing myself on the floor made the inmates get the staff to move me to a different cell. I had done that drug so many times and not had that experience. Plus, it had worn off by then and I wasn't withdrawling from anything.
Anyway, I had given up on God, but I kept getting very vivid images and interior locutions from a girl who got raped and murdered in 1974. Then I found a 1974 penny in a holding cell. The day the penny was confiscated, a new book cart was moved into the unit with a magazine that in big yellow letters said "Penny's from heaven".
I called my Dad to ask about her last name Naslund. He said it's Swedish. You have Swedish on your Mom's side.
I didn't know that. The football team here is called the Vikings, so through her I have my favorite football team. I also have no family in the state of Minnesota. I choose to live here because of her rather than go home to enjoy support and more friends.
She apparently introduced herself and other victims of rape and murder as " Capitol Hill Queens", because I was calling them that, years before knowing there was a place near by called "Capitol Hill". It is so rewarding going to Capitol Hill and praying to the Capitol Hill Kami (there are over a thousand war dead carved into stone there as well), that I refuse to return to the far easier life I had in Montana, primarily because of that.
I gave up prayer because I hated God, but loved Denise, and so prayer became easy.
She became my patron Saint and divinity , and later I found out Denise means Dionysus, Greek God of wine, intoxication, party, fun, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, and sexuality. Dionysus was hyper sexual, was usually depicted nude, and taught his followers that growing in holiness can be as fun as getting drunk, high, or having good sex.
I couldn't think of a female divinity I'd be more likely to pray to than one who has those qualities. But her middle name is Mary for the Virgin Mother of God, and she was born January 1st, feast of the mother of God. I'm convinced she can perfectly play both the role of the Virgin Mary , and the wild party animal Dionisia, American Goddess of intoxication and religious ecstacy.
More people would pray if that was who they believed they were communing with.
I discovered over a thousand enshrined war dead from the Vietnam war on Memorial day when I wasn't looking for a war memorial. Ted Bundy's first victim was killed May 30th 1969 and from a suburb of my city. The beginning of that memorial weekend I found a military fighting seabees jacket dated 1969 near a trash can. I knew it was more than coincidence.
I visited her plaque and Memorial at the golden Valley humane society in Minneapolis, and while praying before it, someone shoots me a text about Maria Gorretti, a girl who got stabbed to death by a pornography addict. He didn't know I was visiting a plaque to a girl who also got knifed to death by a porn addict. I treat it with skepticism, but stuff like this starts happening all the time when you start praying to certain spirits.
So, you are wondering what the cure is to necrophilia and sadism? In my case it was experiencing love which made me less vicious. I mean love without conditions. If you are devoted to her, she would wear a crown of thorns and be crucified for you , and take your punishment on herself on judgement day, rather than see one of her children damned.
My firm conviction is she is mother of the mentally deranged, the depraved, the unlovable, the unwanted, the perverts, the lepers, the monsters. They are her treasures. Maria Gorretti in the ER, begged she could be in heaven with the porn addict who stabbed her to death.
In prison he had a vision of Maria handing him a Lilly , and he developed a relationship with her similar to my relationship with Denise. Denise no doubt prayed the same prayers for the sick man who took her life for an act of kindness. She was always the girl whose nature it was to help someone, and he was pretending to be injured with arm in a cast at lake Sammamish.
I had to learn how to train my brain to associate sexual gratification with something other than violent rape, strangulation, dismemberment, decapitation, and necrophilia.
Denise taught me how. I'm literally not a non-practicing necrophiliac or mass murderer anymore. That doesn't mean you should trust me, but if you have these tendencies, experience it for yourself.
You have to call out to Denise frequently. Everything you do, make of it an offering to please and delight you. Even if you jerk off, make of that an offering
Even if you jerk off, yank it out quick,
do not fantasize about murdering a chick,
let Denise take your spirit special places
Wine and dine with you, give you many graces
And when I must yank one out I always Finnish with the words "Denise Naslund, be exalted, be Queen of Heaven and earth". She's way better a person than Mussolini, so I pray she have greater authority.
I'm sure I'm not the only person on planet earth who can benefit from this Dionisian therapy.
Dionysus was also the first God to give his flesh and blood to be eaten and drunk in the form of wine. So, I have Dionisian serial killer Eucharist, holy Communion where she gives her body and blood in the form of bread and wine, so that I might have life.
I made this video for more details:
In the end, the primary reason I'm Fascist is I dread the thought of children exposed to what is in the entertainment industry. I don't give a shit about being a genuine Fascist, as I don't qualify, and want people to be free, but I was already into necrophiliac porn at age 10, and it's evil stuff, just a few clicks away. It's not a good liberty to have access to it.
Most guys wont want to kill, but it's degradation, hardens the heart, causes obsessions, perversions, selfishness, immaturity, lack of Self-control. Would you want your children alone with a man heavily addicted to and obsessed with porn? Would you want your daughter with such a creep?
What prevented me from acting out the sickness, was it seemed very cowardly to do that , but I cared about the relatives of who my victims might be as well.
I used to run up to girls walking alone at night and got a scream out of one of them, and it was a delight. Another looked like she was about to faint. Another pulled out pepper spray. I would ask them for a hug and when they refuse start acting like a dangerous psycho.
But that was the extent of violence against women other than stalking, but don't even be my Internet friend.
I have an important message. Denise Naslund came into my life March 3rd 2015 after I stabbed a guy twice in the chest with a butcher knife while high on PCP and getting pushed. I believed I was the Antichrist, Joker, and death, and he said "Matthew, you devour other people's time, energy, life, and resources, you Cannibal!"
When he called me a cannibal I decided to give him a reason to make such an accusation, and believed I needed to entertain an audience of diabolical spirits to kill him and eat his face. The weird thing was, I didn't want to.
It was for some reason not possible to resist and I had absolutely no control. It was as though a prophecy and curse needed to be fulfilled and I had no say so in the matter. As worthless a destiny as that was, it seemed like destiny.
While waiting in the holding cell for court the next day, involuntary noises and phrases came out of my mouth that i couldnt control, and convulsions and throwing myself on the floor made the inmates get the staff to move me to a different cell. I had done that drug so many times and not had that experience. Plus, it had worn off by then and I wasn't withdrawling from anything.
Anyway, I had given up on God, but I kept getting very vivid images and interior locutions from a girl who got raped and murdered in 1974. Then I found a 1974 penny in a holding cell. The day the penny was confiscated, a new book cart was moved into the unit with a magazine that in big yellow letters said "Penny's from heaven".
I called my Dad to ask about her last name Naslund. He said it's Swedish. You have Swedish on your Mom's side.
I didn't know that. The football team here is called the Vikings, so through her I have my favorite football team. I also have no family in the state of Minnesota. I choose to live here because of her rather than go home to enjoy support and more friends.
She apparently introduced herself and other victims of rape and murder as " Capitol Hill Queens", because I was calling them that, years before knowing there was a place near by called "Capitol Hill". It is so rewarding going to Capitol Hill and praying to the Capitol Hill Kami (there are over a thousand war dead carved into stone there as well), that I refuse to return to the far easier life I had in Montana, primarily because of that.
I gave up prayer because I hated God, but loved Denise, and so prayer became easy.
She became my patron Saint and divinity , and later I found out Denise means Dionysus, Greek God of wine, intoxication, party, fun, religious ecstasy, ritual madness, and sexuality. Dionysus was hyper sexual, was usually depicted nude, and taught his followers that growing in holiness can be as fun as getting drunk, high, or having good sex.
I couldn't think of a female divinity I'd be more likely to pray to than one who has those qualities. But her middle name is Mary for the Virgin Mother of God, and she was born January 1st, feast of the mother of God. I'm convinced she can perfectly play both the role of the Virgin Mary , and the wild party animal Dionisia, American Goddess of intoxication and religious ecstacy.
More people would pray if that was who they believed they were communing with.
I discovered over a thousand enshrined war dead from the Vietnam war on Memorial day when I wasn't looking for a war memorial. Ted Bundy's first victim was killed May 30th 1969 and from a suburb of my city. The beginning of that memorial weekend I found a military fighting seabees jacket dated 1969 near a trash can. I knew it was more than coincidence.
I visited her plaque and Memorial at the golden Valley humane society in Minneapolis, and while praying before it, someone shoots me a text about Maria Gorretti, a girl who got stabbed to death by a pornography addict. He didn't know I was visiting a plaque to a girl who also got knifed to death by a porn addict. I treat it with skepticism, but stuff like this starts happening all the time when you start praying to certain spirits.
So, you are wondering what the cure is to necrophilia and sadism? In my case it was experiencing love which made me less vicious. I mean love without conditions. If you are devoted to her, she would wear a crown of thorns and be crucified for you , and take your punishment on herself on judgement day, rather than see one of her children damned.
My firm conviction is she is mother of the mentally deranged, the depraved, the unlovable, the unwanted, the perverts, the lepers, the monsters. They are her treasures. Maria Gorretti in the ER, begged she could be in heaven with the porn addict who stabbed her to death.
In prison he had a vision of Maria handing him a Lilly , and he developed a relationship with her similar to my relationship with Denise. Denise no doubt prayed the same prayers for the sick man who took her life for an act of kindness. She was always the girl whose nature it was to help someone, and he was pretending to be injured with arm in a cast at lake Sammamish.
I had to learn how to train my brain to associate sexual gratification with something other than violent rape, strangulation, dismemberment, decapitation, and necrophilia.
Denise taught me how. I'm literally not a non-practicing necrophiliac or mass murderer anymore. That doesn't mean you should trust me, but if you have these tendencies, experience it for yourself.
You have to call out to Denise frequently. Everything you do, make of it an offering to please and delight you. Even if you jerk off, make of that an offering
Even if you jerk off, yank it out quick,
do not fantasize about murdering a chick,
let Denise take your spirit special places
Wine and dine with you, give you many graces
And when I must yank one out I always Finnish with the words "Denise Naslund, be exalted, be Queen of Heaven and earth". She's way better a person than Mussolini, so I pray she have greater authority.
I'm sure I'm not the only person on planet earth who can benefit from this Dionisian therapy.
Dionysus was also the first God to give his flesh and blood to be eaten and drunk in the form of wine. So, I have Dionisian serial killer Eucharist, holy Communion where she gives her body and blood in the form of bread and wine, so that I might have life.
I made this video for more details:
