Post by Don J. Ott on Oct 23, 2008 13:49:55 GMT -5
My name is Kristofer Alex Syn. I am very clairvoyant. I don’t exactly know if you would consider my ability a gift or a curse but it is through this I will share with you the things shown to me by some of the worlds most notorious historical monsters. In the following pages I will attempt to connect with accused serial killers, outlaws, and war criminals of the past. I will create a psychic connection with the spirits of those that have crossed over into the realm of the non-living. Once I have made a connection I will ask that they share something through me by way of automatic writing in a poetic fashion. Be warned, what you are about to read may be very disturbing to some. I do not recommend that anyone ever attempt connecting with entities as dark and vial as the ones you will read from in this book.Not only is it very unsafe for the mentality of the medium but it can open a person up to possession. To my knowledge nothing of this magnitude has ever been attempted by any other psychic or medium before. I only hope that I can keep my sanity while working on this project.K.A.S. 8-31-07 Let me start this book by sharing a bit about myself with you. I am 31 years old and am from a family of sever drug addicts and alcoholics. I have one brother and one half sister. My mother and biological father were both using I.V. drugs and alcohol during my conception and throughout my mothers pregnancy with me. Like any marriage tainted by drugs it was doomed. I was just a baby when my parents divorced and my mother remarried a man who would eventually help her find her way to a life without booze and drugs.Nevertheless I was damaged by the chemicals my mother had put into her body during her pregnancy. I believe in my heart of hearts that this is what opened that part of my mind that allows me to hear, see, and communicate with those that have passed. I am also very in tuned psychically with every living thing. I am no saint. I do not believe that these are necessarily gifts from god for if they were I would be very wealthy right now and not banging away at a keyboard in the rough side of town. They are simply a result of my mind being affected during my in womb development. Simply put , the parts of the brain that lye dormant for most are active for me. This I believe is why I can do what I do.
“The cannibal” Jeffery DahmerJeffery Dahmer was a serial killer of the most heinous kind. He would Murder his victims, usually young males, then disembowel, even decapitate his victims for sexual gratification. He often had sex with their corps’ and masturbated on or in front of their decapitated heads or skulls. He often ate his victims. He was eventually captured and sentenced to fifteen consecutive life sentences or 957 years in prison. On November 28 1994 Dahmer was killed in prison by another inmate. The First two of Dahmers victimsWere Steven Hicks and Stephen Toumi which are clearly named in this transcendental message from an entity I believe to be The spirit of Jeffery Dahmer himself!
“The Creation”
I watch you two fighting every day , it tears me apart when you say what you say.
I can’t stand the pain you two have caused me, I think it’s all my fault when you’re arguing.
Every fight and every fowl word makes me insecure, it makes me unsure.
It’s like you open me up and you rewrite my mind. you’re fucking me up I feel violent some times.
Children like me learn what we see some times the effects are a little extreme.
Why do you hit mom? It makes me feel sad, I guess that’s what it takes to be a good dad.
I remember the day I reached my ropes end, that’s when I met my invisible friend
He understands me and all the pain that I feel, he tells me he loves me then tells me to kill.
There is this fire within me that won’t go out it leaves all these feelings of fear and doubt. .My friend speaks to me in the midst of my pain, he tells me that blood will extinguish the flame.
3 dogs and a cat were just a little too small, the flame died down but not for long.
You have to think bigger says the voice in my head, next thing you know Steven Hicks was dead.
After that the pain subsided but the rush from it all got me excited! Do it again he said in my head.
Next thing you know Toumi was dead. Keep on going it isn’t enough… you have to show them that were really tough!
Five years has gone by and all I can do is cry cause every time I turn around Somebody else has to die.
It’s like my knife is my bible, a tool for survival. Blood and guts subdue me, sending calmness right through me. If I tell you I love you He says you must die, he says “ it’s them or I!” “There can be only one true love in your life either the one with a face or the one with the knife.”I can’t say your name, though I know who you are, lets find another victim at the local gay bar.If I choke one or two, then jizz on their face I can hide their head in my secret place. Sometimes I’ll eat them, sometimes I’ll keep them. I don’t guess it matters I’ve really released them!I feel so much power though the flesh tastes sour, I just season it well and add cauliflower. I’m not in your world now but I will haunt your dreams I might even strangle you to quiet your screams.I used to be called “The Cannibal Dahmer“, here in this world I’m called “The Demon of Somber!” Just close your eyes and go to sleep then into your dreams I’ll start to creep. I’ll first take away your supply of air, then squirt my demon jizz all in your hair! I might even rape your hairy ass or fuck you in the mouth after you pass!
I have never in my life taken on such a dark presence! This was a psychic transgression of biblical proportions! Extinguishing the connection to this bleak spirit was very difficult! I spent 45 minutes vomiting after this transudation took place. The visions of his life were burned into my soul! I don’t know if I will ever be the same again! This seems to be an autobiography of sorts leading all the way up to the present. Apparently he claims to have the ability to attack people in their dreams. This is a very frightening thought especially after doing some research on the man. After this came through me I decided to do some research on him to verify any factual information that might be contained within this manifestation. It is thought that Jeffery Dahmer made a pact with the devil during his killing spree. He even planned to create a shrine out of all the human body parts that he was collecting. If Dahmer had in fact made a pact with the darkest spirit known to man then it is conceivable that he might have been granted some astral freedom to continue his work even in the event of his death!
John Wayne Gacy
John Wayne Gacy murdered 33 people that we know of. His victims were usually young men and boys that were nothing more that sexual toys for him. He usually tricked them into being handcuffed so he could anally rape them then kill them. He would burry their bodies on his property, most of which were discovered under his house. There is really no known reason for Gacy’s crime spree other than the fact that he wanted to have control. He apparently felt that any boy he chose to have sex with would either give it up willingly or he would take it then kill them to prevent them from telling on him. The following is what emanated from my transcendental connection to an entity who called itself JOHN WAYNE GACY…
“Blind Faith”
Watch the light fade away, see the night swallow the day,total flat line I’m growing colder once you’re dead you’ll get no older.Surrounded by darkness,there’s no golden gate, all my love turns to hate. I asked for forgiveness but no one replied.I thought he’d answer once I died.I call to my Shepard but no one is there, I stand alone I’m not anywhere.I’d look for thy heavens but there’s no place to look, no heaven or hell like it says in the book.Rest assured there’s no life after deathSo live while you live then die and be done with!
I find it interesting that in his life he killed for sexual gratification and the feeling of being in control and in death he seems to feel helpless and alone. Perhaps a fitting fate for a monster such as John Wayne Gacy.
The Vampire of Sacramento
Richard Trenton Chase had a thing for blood. He also had a fear of disintegrating.Born May 23, 1950, he liked to set fires as a child and to torment animals. He had a sister, four years younger, and his father was a strict disciplinarian who bickered constantly with his wife. By the time Richard was ten, he was killing cats. As a teenager, he drank and smoked dope, getting into trouble several times but showing no shame over it.In 1975, Chase was involuntarily committed to a mental institution after being taken to a hospital for blood poisoning, which he contracted after injecting rabbit's blood into his veins. He escaped from the hospital and went home to his mother; he was apprehended and sent to an institution for the criminally Insane, where he often shared with the staff fantasies about killing rabbits. He was once found with blood smeared around his mouth; hospital staff discovered he had drunk the blood of birds. Staff began referring to him as "Dracula."There were arguments as to whether Chase was schizophrenic, or suffering from a drug-induced psychosis.After undergoing a battery of treatments involving psychotropic drugs, Chase was deemed no longer a danger to society, and in 1976, he was released into the recognizance of his parents; his mother, deciding that her son did not need to be on the antipsychotic medication that he had been prescribed, weaned him off it.Later investigation has uncovered that in mid 1977, Chase had been stopped by an Indian agent on a reservation in the Lake Tahoe area and arrested. He was wearing a blood soaked shirt and driving a truck containing guns and a bucket of blood. No charges were filed.On December 29, 1977, Chase killed his first victim in a drive-by shooting, Ambrose Griffin, a 51-year-old engineer and father of two. After the shooting, one of Griffin's sons reported seeing a neighbor walking around their East Sacramento neighborhood with a .22 rifle. The neighbor's rifle was seized, but ballistics tests determined that it was not the murder weapon.On January 11, 1978, Chase asked his neighbor for a cigarette and then forcibly restrained her until she gave him an entire pack.Two weeks later, he attempted to enter the home of another woman but, finding that her doors were locked, went into her backyard and walked away; Chase later told detectives that he took locked doors as a sign that he was not welcome, but that unlocked doors were an invitation to come inside. He was later chased off by a returning couple as he pilfered belongings from their home.Chase's next victim was Teresa Wallin. Three months pregnant, Teresa was surprised at her home by Chase, who shot her three times, killing her. He then had sex with the corpse and mutilated it, bathing in the dead woman's blood.On January 23, 1978, two days after killing Teresa Wallin, Chase purchased two puppies from a neighbor, killing them and drinking their blood.On January 27, Chase committed his final murders. Entering the home of 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth, he encountered her neighbor, Don Meredith, who he shot with the same .22 handgun. Stealing Meredith's wallet and car keys, he rampaged through the house, fatally shooting Evelyn Miroth, her 6-year-old son Jason, and Miroth's 22-month-old nephew, David. As with Teresa Wallin, Chase engaged in necrophilia and canabalisim with Miroth's corpse.A six-year-old girl with whom Jason Miroth had a playdate knocked on the door, startling Chase, who fled the scene in Meredith's car, taking David's body with him. The girl alerted a neighbor, who alerted police. Upon entering the home, police discovered that Chase had left perfect handprints and perfect imprints of the soles of his shoes in Evelyn's blood.Chase returned to his home, where he drank David's blood and ate several of the infant's internal organs before disposing of the body at a nearby church.In 1979, Chase stood trial on six counts of murder. In order to avoid the death penalty, the defense tried to have Chase found guilty of second degree murder, which would result in a life sentence. Their case hinged on Chase's history of mental illness and the lack of planning in his crimes, evidence that they were not premeditated.On May 8th the jury found Chase guilty of six counts of first degree murder and Chase was sentenced to die in the gas chamber. Waiting to die, Chase became a feared presence in prison; the other inmates (including several gang members), aware of the graphic and bizarre nature of his crimes, feared him, and according to prison officials, they often tried to convince Chase to commit suicideChase granted a series of interviews with Robert Ressler, during which he spoke of his fears of Nazis and UFOs, claiming that although he had killed, it was not his fault; he had been forced to kill to keep himself alive, which he believed any person would do. He asked Ressler to give him access to a radar gun, with which he could apprehend the Nazi UFOs, so that the Nazis could stand trial for the murders. He also handed Ressler a large amount of macaroni and cheese which he had been hoarding in his pants pockets, believing that the prison officials were in league with the Nazis and attempting to kill him.On December 26, 1980, a guard doing cell checks found Chase lying awkwardly on his bed, not breathing. An autopsy determined that he committed suicide with an overdose of prison doctor-prescribed antidepressants that he had been saving up over the last few weeks.The Following is another piece inspired by what I again believe to be the spirit of the damned. The spirit of RICHARD TRENTON CHASE!!!
“The Mad Man”
Blood shed and pain is all I see
Bloody, sticky hands is the life for me
I'll take your life, I'm not your friend
I'm The Mad Man, It's the end!
Resurrected from the dead
Just came back to smash your head
A new born baby in a bright red flame
Cook them slowly to ease my pain!
I stand here laughing in this pool of blood
A young girl’s head smashed like mud.
That little old lady who had harmed no one...
I slit her throat just for fun.
First I looked with an evil grin,
Then tilted her head back and stuck my tongue in!
Now I am saying "Watch what you do!"
for I am The Mad Man...I just might get you!
What a sick, sick thing! I felt a sense of pride emanating from this entity!What I find strange is the threatening. It is almost as if this monster is convinced that it is not bound by death and can reach any one of us at any time. Sort of a taunting piece of work.
Adolf Hitler
Here is a man that needs no interdiction. Perhaps the worlds most devious tyrant. Hitler was a man with great dreams of the perfect world. A world with him at its head. When German officials decided to discuss peace with the United States Hitler pretty much gave up fighting and married his long time mistress EVA BRAUN on April 29, 1945. A day later they committed suicide together. They left instructions that their bodies be burned to prevent defacing their corpses.The words that come from my ethereal connection to an entity who calls itself the spirit of Adolf Hitler are perhaps more disturbing upon in depth analogy than any so far.
Played like a fiddle, I am but a puppet on a string. As Prophesied in Ezekiel the reintegration of the people of Israel. “with men like a flock, numerous as the sheep offered to the lord at Jerusalem in her solemn feasts.” Dry bones coming to life, chased from their land of exile back to their nest the geese are once again a nation. Else where might they go? One world ruled by supremacy of prophet. Might these words hold true for all in both times past and times ahead? History repeats itself. Be it far from I to try to stop it. A. Hitler
The Zodiac Killer
The Zodiac Killer is one of the great unsolved serial killer mysteries of all time, taking only second place to Jack the Ripper.Even though police investigated over 2,500 potential suspects, the case was never officially solved. There were a few suspects that stood out, but the forensic technology of the times was not advanced enough to nail any one of them conclusively. This October, 1966 killing began a ghoulish series of murders that panicked the people of the San Francisco area. For years the Zodiac taunted the police with weird ciphers, phone calls, insulting and cryptic messages.Before it was all over, this clever and diabolical killer changed the lives of eight people, only two of whom lived to tell the tale.Wondering if the Zodiac was still alive I decided to try to contact him on the other side. After all, if he was dead he would no longer have anything to hide. Perhaps he would even come forward and give me a name to go by. I received only this…
“Truth”
What do you think? A world as dark as this, is it possible to shed upon it the light of truth? What is truth really? Truth is simply the world according to the one who lives it. There are many truths. The truth of you. There is my truth and then there is their truth. Let me start by telling you that it is all a lie. Your truth is a lie. My truth is a lie and their truths are lies. Don’t believe that you are special, you aren’t. you are all just sheep among the thousands of herds, lost, looking for a Shepard that is supposed to return to save you. Let me tell you he’s not coming. To him you are all lost and cannot be found! You have been left to your own devices. You can feel free to mingle among the stars searching for other lost sheep such as yourselves but you will never find the answers you seek. Your only hope is to dwell within the house of the present. Find yourselves, don’t look to be found by a Shepard. Find yourself! There and only there is the place that truth rests.
I also received the distinct feeling that he has a daughter alive and well living in New York. Perhaps someday the true identity of this man will be discovered.
Saddam Hussein
As I work on this book time passes. Yesterday was September 11. The United states has been reliving the tragedy of the terror attacks of 9-11. I decided to try to contact Saddam Hussein to see if he had anything to offer this project. What I found was very creepy…
“The Bottle”
I would like to take every thing I have ever seen, all the pain, all the suffering and put it into a bottle. This bottle would be the epitome of the serpents’ wrath. I would like to serve this bottle to the head of the dragon so that it may drink endlessly from it and become drunk on it’s own demise. The dragon would pour it all over it’s body, smoothing it on it’s skin. By the time the dragon realizes what it has done it will have lost it’s flesh from the toxicity of the contents of the bottle. It will feel the suffering in the pit of it’s belly, with no relief the dragon would start to defecate in it’s nest. It would beg for death to come and take it away from it’s endless fate of torture. When the dragon peers into it’s bile it would see it’s reflection cast. The dragon sees the face of an eagle.The Dragon would then realize that it is in fact the serpent which has disguised itself as the eagle of freedom. As the feathers fall from this eagle it’s disguise becomes transparent to the rest of the world. They would all see that it is truly the serpent and cut off it’s head!The morning star would fall and god would be allowed to shine his light upon my people for ever more.
This was a very strange entity that came through. What I found strange is the feeling of sincerity that emanated from this entity. It wasn’t what I expected to come from the Tyrant at all. As this entity communicated with me it almost felt as if our minds clicked for a second. Like they became one and I felt what he felt.
“The cannibal” Jeffery DahmerJeffery Dahmer was a serial killer of the most heinous kind. He would Murder his victims, usually young males, then disembowel, even decapitate his victims for sexual gratification. He often had sex with their corps’ and masturbated on or in front of their decapitated heads or skulls. He often ate his victims. He was eventually captured and sentenced to fifteen consecutive life sentences or 957 years in prison. On November 28 1994 Dahmer was killed in prison by another inmate. The First two of Dahmers victimsWere Steven Hicks and Stephen Toumi which are clearly named in this transcendental message from an entity I believe to be The spirit of Jeffery Dahmer himself!
“The Creation”
I watch you two fighting every day , it tears me apart when you say what you say.
I can’t stand the pain you two have caused me, I think it’s all my fault when you’re arguing.
Every fight and every fowl word makes me insecure, it makes me unsure.
It’s like you open me up and you rewrite my mind. you’re fucking me up I feel violent some times.
Children like me learn what we see some times the effects are a little extreme.
Why do you hit mom? It makes me feel sad, I guess that’s what it takes to be a good dad.
I remember the day I reached my ropes end, that’s when I met my invisible friend
He understands me and all the pain that I feel, he tells me he loves me then tells me to kill.
There is this fire within me that won’t go out it leaves all these feelings of fear and doubt. .My friend speaks to me in the midst of my pain, he tells me that blood will extinguish the flame.
3 dogs and a cat were just a little too small, the flame died down but not for long.
You have to think bigger says the voice in my head, next thing you know Steven Hicks was dead.
After that the pain subsided but the rush from it all got me excited! Do it again he said in my head.
Next thing you know Toumi was dead. Keep on going it isn’t enough… you have to show them that were really tough!
Five years has gone by and all I can do is cry cause every time I turn around Somebody else has to die.
It’s like my knife is my bible, a tool for survival. Blood and guts subdue me, sending calmness right through me. If I tell you I love you He says you must die, he says “ it’s them or I!” “There can be only one true love in your life either the one with a face or the one with the knife.”I can’t say your name, though I know who you are, lets find another victim at the local gay bar.If I choke one or two, then jizz on their face I can hide their head in my secret place. Sometimes I’ll eat them, sometimes I’ll keep them. I don’t guess it matters I’ve really released them!I feel so much power though the flesh tastes sour, I just season it well and add cauliflower. I’m not in your world now but I will haunt your dreams I might even strangle you to quiet your screams.I used to be called “The Cannibal Dahmer“, here in this world I’m called “The Demon of Somber!” Just close your eyes and go to sleep then into your dreams I’ll start to creep. I’ll first take away your supply of air, then squirt my demon jizz all in your hair! I might even rape your hairy ass or fuck you in the mouth after you pass!
I have never in my life taken on such a dark presence! This was a psychic transgression of biblical proportions! Extinguishing the connection to this bleak spirit was very difficult! I spent 45 minutes vomiting after this transudation took place. The visions of his life were burned into my soul! I don’t know if I will ever be the same again! This seems to be an autobiography of sorts leading all the way up to the present. Apparently he claims to have the ability to attack people in their dreams. This is a very frightening thought especially after doing some research on the man. After this came through me I decided to do some research on him to verify any factual information that might be contained within this manifestation. It is thought that Jeffery Dahmer made a pact with the devil during his killing spree. He even planned to create a shrine out of all the human body parts that he was collecting. If Dahmer had in fact made a pact with the darkest spirit known to man then it is conceivable that he might have been granted some astral freedom to continue his work even in the event of his death!
John Wayne Gacy
John Wayne Gacy murdered 33 people that we know of. His victims were usually young men and boys that were nothing more that sexual toys for him. He usually tricked them into being handcuffed so he could anally rape them then kill them. He would burry their bodies on his property, most of which were discovered under his house. There is really no known reason for Gacy’s crime spree other than the fact that he wanted to have control. He apparently felt that any boy he chose to have sex with would either give it up willingly or he would take it then kill them to prevent them from telling on him. The following is what emanated from my transcendental connection to an entity who called itself JOHN WAYNE GACY…
“Blind Faith”
Watch the light fade away, see the night swallow the day,total flat line I’m growing colder once you’re dead you’ll get no older.Surrounded by darkness,there’s no golden gate, all my love turns to hate. I asked for forgiveness but no one replied.I thought he’d answer once I died.I call to my Shepard but no one is there, I stand alone I’m not anywhere.I’d look for thy heavens but there’s no place to look, no heaven or hell like it says in the book.Rest assured there’s no life after deathSo live while you live then die and be done with!
I find it interesting that in his life he killed for sexual gratification and the feeling of being in control and in death he seems to feel helpless and alone. Perhaps a fitting fate for a monster such as John Wayne Gacy.
The Vampire of Sacramento
Richard Trenton Chase had a thing for blood. He also had a fear of disintegrating.Born May 23, 1950, he liked to set fires as a child and to torment animals. He had a sister, four years younger, and his father was a strict disciplinarian who bickered constantly with his wife. By the time Richard was ten, he was killing cats. As a teenager, he drank and smoked dope, getting into trouble several times but showing no shame over it.In 1975, Chase was involuntarily committed to a mental institution after being taken to a hospital for blood poisoning, which he contracted after injecting rabbit's blood into his veins. He escaped from the hospital and went home to his mother; he was apprehended and sent to an institution for the criminally Insane, where he often shared with the staff fantasies about killing rabbits. He was once found with blood smeared around his mouth; hospital staff discovered he had drunk the blood of birds. Staff began referring to him as "Dracula."There were arguments as to whether Chase was schizophrenic, or suffering from a drug-induced psychosis.After undergoing a battery of treatments involving psychotropic drugs, Chase was deemed no longer a danger to society, and in 1976, he was released into the recognizance of his parents; his mother, deciding that her son did not need to be on the antipsychotic medication that he had been prescribed, weaned him off it.Later investigation has uncovered that in mid 1977, Chase had been stopped by an Indian agent on a reservation in the Lake Tahoe area and arrested. He was wearing a blood soaked shirt and driving a truck containing guns and a bucket of blood. No charges were filed.On December 29, 1977, Chase killed his first victim in a drive-by shooting, Ambrose Griffin, a 51-year-old engineer and father of two. After the shooting, one of Griffin's sons reported seeing a neighbor walking around their East Sacramento neighborhood with a .22 rifle. The neighbor's rifle was seized, but ballistics tests determined that it was not the murder weapon.On January 11, 1978, Chase asked his neighbor for a cigarette and then forcibly restrained her until she gave him an entire pack.Two weeks later, he attempted to enter the home of another woman but, finding that her doors were locked, went into her backyard and walked away; Chase later told detectives that he took locked doors as a sign that he was not welcome, but that unlocked doors were an invitation to come inside. He was later chased off by a returning couple as he pilfered belongings from their home.Chase's next victim was Teresa Wallin. Three months pregnant, Teresa was surprised at her home by Chase, who shot her three times, killing her. He then had sex with the corpse and mutilated it, bathing in the dead woman's blood.On January 23, 1978, two days after killing Teresa Wallin, Chase purchased two puppies from a neighbor, killing them and drinking their blood.On January 27, Chase committed his final murders. Entering the home of 38-year-old Evelyn Miroth, he encountered her neighbor, Don Meredith, who he shot with the same .22 handgun. Stealing Meredith's wallet and car keys, he rampaged through the house, fatally shooting Evelyn Miroth, her 6-year-old son Jason, and Miroth's 22-month-old nephew, David. As with Teresa Wallin, Chase engaged in necrophilia and canabalisim with Miroth's corpse.A six-year-old girl with whom Jason Miroth had a playdate knocked on the door, startling Chase, who fled the scene in Meredith's car, taking David's body with him. The girl alerted a neighbor, who alerted police. Upon entering the home, police discovered that Chase had left perfect handprints and perfect imprints of the soles of his shoes in Evelyn's blood.Chase returned to his home, where he drank David's blood and ate several of the infant's internal organs before disposing of the body at a nearby church.In 1979, Chase stood trial on six counts of murder. In order to avoid the death penalty, the defense tried to have Chase found guilty of second degree murder, which would result in a life sentence. Their case hinged on Chase's history of mental illness and the lack of planning in his crimes, evidence that they were not premeditated.On May 8th the jury found Chase guilty of six counts of first degree murder and Chase was sentenced to die in the gas chamber. Waiting to die, Chase became a feared presence in prison; the other inmates (including several gang members), aware of the graphic and bizarre nature of his crimes, feared him, and according to prison officials, they often tried to convince Chase to commit suicideChase granted a series of interviews with Robert Ressler, during which he spoke of his fears of Nazis and UFOs, claiming that although he had killed, it was not his fault; he had been forced to kill to keep himself alive, which he believed any person would do. He asked Ressler to give him access to a radar gun, with which he could apprehend the Nazi UFOs, so that the Nazis could stand trial for the murders. He also handed Ressler a large amount of macaroni and cheese which he had been hoarding in his pants pockets, believing that the prison officials were in league with the Nazis and attempting to kill him.On December 26, 1980, a guard doing cell checks found Chase lying awkwardly on his bed, not breathing. An autopsy determined that he committed suicide with an overdose of prison doctor-prescribed antidepressants that he had been saving up over the last few weeks.The Following is another piece inspired by what I again believe to be the spirit of the damned. The spirit of RICHARD TRENTON CHASE!!!
“The Mad Man”
Blood shed and pain is all I see
Bloody, sticky hands is the life for me
I'll take your life, I'm not your friend
I'm The Mad Man, It's the end!
Resurrected from the dead
Just came back to smash your head
A new born baby in a bright red flame
Cook them slowly to ease my pain!
I stand here laughing in this pool of blood
A young girl’s head smashed like mud.
That little old lady who had harmed no one...
I slit her throat just for fun.
First I looked with an evil grin,
Then tilted her head back and stuck my tongue in!
Now I am saying "Watch what you do!"
for I am The Mad Man...I just might get you!
What a sick, sick thing! I felt a sense of pride emanating from this entity!What I find strange is the threatening. It is almost as if this monster is convinced that it is not bound by death and can reach any one of us at any time. Sort of a taunting piece of work.
Adolf Hitler
Here is a man that needs no interdiction. Perhaps the worlds most devious tyrant. Hitler was a man with great dreams of the perfect world. A world with him at its head. When German officials decided to discuss peace with the United States Hitler pretty much gave up fighting and married his long time mistress EVA BRAUN on April 29, 1945. A day later they committed suicide together. They left instructions that their bodies be burned to prevent defacing their corpses.The words that come from my ethereal connection to an entity who calls itself the spirit of Adolf Hitler are perhaps more disturbing upon in depth analogy than any so far.
Played like a fiddle, I am but a puppet on a string. As Prophesied in Ezekiel the reintegration of the people of Israel. “with men like a flock, numerous as the sheep offered to the lord at Jerusalem in her solemn feasts.” Dry bones coming to life, chased from their land of exile back to their nest the geese are once again a nation. Else where might they go? One world ruled by supremacy of prophet. Might these words hold true for all in both times past and times ahead? History repeats itself. Be it far from I to try to stop it. A. Hitler
The Zodiac Killer
The Zodiac Killer is one of the great unsolved serial killer mysteries of all time, taking only second place to Jack the Ripper.Even though police investigated over 2,500 potential suspects, the case was never officially solved. There were a few suspects that stood out, but the forensic technology of the times was not advanced enough to nail any one of them conclusively. This October, 1966 killing began a ghoulish series of murders that panicked the people of the San Francisco area. For years the Zodiac taunted the police with weird ciphers, phone calls, insulting and cryptic messages.Before it was all over, this clever and diabolical killer changed the lives of eight people, only two of whom lived to tell the tale.Wondering if the Zodiac was still alive I decided to try to contact him on the other side. After all, if he was dead he would no longer have anything to hide. Perhaps he would even come forward and give me a name to go by. I received only this…
“Truth”
What do you think? A world as dark as this, is it possible to shed upon it the light of truth? What is truth really? Truth is simply the world according to the one who lives it. There are many truths. The truth of you. There is my truth and then there is their truth. Let me start by telling you that it is all a lie. Your truth is a lie. My truth is a lie and their truths are lies. Don’t believe that you are special, you aren’t. you are all just sheep among the thousands of herds, lost, looking for a Shepard that is supposed to return to save you. Let me tell you he’s not coming. To him you are all lost and cannot be found! You have been left to your own devices. You can feel free to mingle among the stars searching for other lost sheep such as yourselves but you will never find the answers you seek. Your only hope is to dwell within the house of the present. Find yourselves, don’t look to be found by a Shepard. Find yourself! There and only there is the place that truth rests.
I also received the distinct feeling that he has a daughter alive and well living in New York. Perhaps someday the true identity of this man will be discovered.
Saddam Hussein
As I work on this book time passes. Yesterday was September 11. The United states has been reliving the tragedy of the terror attacks of 9-11. I decided to try to contact Saddam Hussein to see if he had anything to offer this project. What I found was very creepy…
“The Bottle”
I would like to take every thing I have ever seen, all the pain, all the suffering and put it into a bottle. This bottle would be the epitome of the serpents’ wrath. I would like to serve this bottle to the head of the dragon so that it may drink endlessly from it and become drunk on it’s own demise. The dragon would pour it all over it’s body, smoothing it on it’s skin. By the time the dragon realizes what it has done it will have lost it’s flesh from the toxicity of the contents of the bottle. It will feel the suffering in the pit of it’s belly, with no relief the dragon would start to defecate in it’s nest. It would beg for death to come and take it away from it’s endless fate of torture. When the dragon peers into it’s bile it would see it’s reflection cast. The dragon sees the face of an eagle.The Dragon would then realize that it is in fact the serpent which has disguised itself as the eagle of freedom. As the feathers fall from this eagle it’s disguise becomes transparent to the rest of the world. They would all see that it is truly the serpent and cut off it’s head!The morning star would fall and god would be allowed to shine his light upon my people for ever more.
This was a very strange entity that came through. What I found strange is the feeling of sincerity that emanated from this entity. It wasn’t what I expected to come from the Tyrant at all. As this entity communicated with me it almost felt as if our minds clicked for a second. Like they became one and I felt what he felt.