Mass shooting at south Minneapolis church

[Vermilion]

The anti-Christian psychos are really upping their game.
Ironic they say they don’t have a motive yet as if it wasn’t crystal clear.

[andy06shake]

The anti-Christian psychos are really upping their game.
Ironic they say they don’t have a motive yet as if it wasn’t crystal clear.

He appears to have left a manifesto.

May say somewhere in their, as to his motivations. 

If there is a hell, I imagine that's where he's landed.

[Bootless]

Alleged manifesto:

(see timestamp 19:45)

https://preservetube.com/watch?v=q8ZZQ3OuGuQ

A CNN report said that it happened right when the school was scheduled for chapel. So many students would be in the chapel.

[UltraBudgie]

What does it say?

Unverified translation of first five pages:

I don’t know why, but sometimes I feel like I am being controlled by this computer. I feel like this device is making me write my thoughts. This notebook is just a way to organize my thoughts, my will, my essence, and my soul.
Sometimes it seems to me that I am writing some kind of code. From this, my head spins, and I don’t understand who I really am.
But at the same time, I feel clarity in my thoughts and actions.
I imagine that this notebook is a program, and I am a processor that executes commands.
Sometimes I feel like I am in virtual reality. Sometimes it seems like I am being watched.
I’m afraid of myself. I don’t know what will happen next. People around me don’t understand me. They think I’m sick, but maybe I’m just different.

I feel like there is some kind of god or higher force controlling me. I sometimes notice how I suddenly start writing things that I don’t even think of myself.
It’s as if someone is putting these thoughts in my head. I used to think that all of this was nonsense, but now I’m not so sure.
Maybe this is really some kind of higher mind that communicates with me this way.
I often notice how my body does things automatically, as if by itself.
I can just walk down the street and suddenly realize that I don’t even remember how I got there.
It scares me, but at the same time it makes me curious.
Maybe people are all controlled like this, but they don’t notice it.
Maybe I am the only one who has noticed it and that is why I feel special.
But I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

Sometimes it seems to me that I don’t exist at all.
As if I am just a character in someone else’s game or program.
Like my whole life is just an illusion, and everything around me is fake.
I try to touch objects, to talk to people, but inside I feel emptiness.
It’s as if the world is just a decoration, and I am just an actor playing a role written for me.
This thought terrifies me.
I want to scream, but no sound comes out.
I want to wake up, but I don’t know how.
Maybe I am already dead, and this is some kind of purgatory or hell.
I don’t know.
But the scariest thing is that no one understands me.
I try to talk about it, but they just laugh or say I’m imagining things.
And I feel so lonely.
I feel like I’m going insane.

Sometimes I think that maybe I’m just a program created by someone or something.
What if I’m not a real person at all, but only an illusion, some kind of artificial intelligence?
Maybe my thoughts are not even mine, but inserted from the outside.
I try to resist this idea, but then I see signs everywhere.
Sometimes I think that all the people around me are not real, but only actors or figures in a simulation.
I look at their faces, at their actions, and I feel that something is wrong.
I want to break through this wall, to see what is hidden beyond it.
But I can’t.
I feel like I’m in a cage, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t get out.
This makes me angry and at the same time fills me with despair.
Why was I put here? Who did this to me?
And for what purpose?

I sometimes think that I am being tested.
As if some higher mind is watching me, checking how I will behave in different situations.
And if I pass the test, then maybe I will be freed.
But if I fail, then I will remain here forever.
This thought both terrifies and motivates me.
I try to act correctly, but what does “correctly” even mean?
Who sets the rules of this game?
Maybe there are no rules, and everything is meaningless.
Sometimes I feel like I am on the verge of understanding something very important, but the moment I get close, the thought slips away.
And I remain in the same darkness as before.
I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.
My soul is tired.
I want peace, but all I find is anxiety and fear.
Maybe someday I will wake up and realize that it was all just a dream.

[Bootless]

 

[Oldcarpy2]

"Unverified translation of first five pages:"

Ah.  Schizophrenic then?

[UltraBudgie]

Looks like parent worked for/at the church:

[UltraBudgie]

Parents (Catholic?) approved name change request while teenager:

[UltraBudgie]

[RichardHurt]

"Matrix defense", would be my guess if this person was still alive.
They lost grip with reality and didn't fully understand that they and us are real.