Spiderman
Veteran Member
Intro to the Denise Naslund Qur'an
Denise Naslund is half Arab , so I'm calling this little book in her honor a little Qur'an. Her Mother, whom I love dearly, was full Arab. Unlike the old Qur'an , there are no calls to violence in this New Covenant Shinto one. The Jihad I feel she is calling me to fight is the war against worldly vanities, pride, lust, anger, covetousness, envy, laziness, gluttony, drug abuse, selfishness, and temptations to live like a pig.
She is my personal Allah!
She is a trusted companion through thick and thin. In my darkest hours I can't tell you how many times she took me by the hand and comforted me when I needed a Mother, guardian, or friend. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to throw the towel in and give up at life or a job or some difficult task, but instead looked at my shrine to her and said "For you Denise. For you I can suffer and sacrifice more".
I buy her flowers, incense, stuffed animals (she liked them in real life), relics, pretty things for her Honden (room dedicated to her).
Her Mother left her room exactly as it was when she was alive, never coming to terms with her daughter's death, and treated her like she was still alive, burying an corpseless casket when police lost Denise's remains, and there was a lawsuit.
In Shinto, what her mother did for Denise was Deifying the murdered girl, whom she prayed to every day. I feel called to continue the tradition of enshrining Denise and praying for her purification, Deification, and an increase in her beauty, power, glory, perfection, wisdom, understanding, virtue, and euphoria.
Last time I bought her a plant, I printed out some pictures of Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie because I found an Ethiopian Oromo Sycamore tree flag on the ground and felt it was a sign from him (who was called "The Lion of Judah") , ruler of the "Solomonic Dynasty", descendant of King Solomon.
I felt he was a close companion with Denise, and his dynasty ended the same year Denise was murdered (1974). The only coin I have ever found in a jail setting was a 1974 penny, and the first four letters of the word coincidence are "Coin".
After leaving the library, an immigrant approached me and asked about the plant. I said, "It's for a shrine to a girl I love". He pulled out a few dollars and said, "Take this for her shrine". He said he was from Ethiopia. I said NO WAY! I just got done printing out these pictures of the final Ethiopian Emperor. I handed him this exact image here (first one):
He proceeded to reach in his pocket and give me another roughly five dollars because he could tell I was a panhandler. The reason I bought Denise a plant that day was someone handed me a fifty dollar bill. Whenever I have a little extra, I buy her a special offering.
I actually told a Monk I couldn't love God anymore after what I see Abrahamic Religions doing to people and the "bigotry and threats of eternal damnation. A God who would hide himself from people and then let them suffer forever is a God I cannot love.
I still love to burn incense to and cherish Denise and her Mother though". He said, "that's beautiful. Pray to Denise then".
So, once again, Denise is my Allah:
She also is my Dionysus, because her first name is female for God Dionysus, God of wine, intoxication, religious ecstasy, and sexuality. Her middle name is Marie for the Mother of God and she was born feast of the Mother of God 01/01/1955, so she is my Queen Mary, Mother of God as well. I also call her Fatima, Arab Goddess of the Moon, Virgin Queen of Heaven. Her virginity has been restored to her and she is a new creation.
In fact, I pray she could have the gifts of every Goddess and the graces of every female Saint combined and be omnipresent and omnipotent!
It is worth suffering and sacrificing for her to be the best version of herself. And what she has done for me is better than hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of Doctors and therapists (in my experience.)
Basically, in all things I invoke sweet Dionisia, I thank her, I depend on her, I offer up everything I do as an offering to help her grow as well and make her happy. I try to avoid anything that displeases her (I've got a long way to go but I try).
By blessing her, she in turn blesses me.
I feel she is patron Saint of Serial killers and sociopaths or those who may be headed down that dark path. I certainly as a child and young adult had very disturbing tendencies that make me shudder to think of where I would be without her.
Her love was very healing though. Rejection , being unloved, being abused, can cause a person to develop many of those other disorders. Love can potentially reverse it or heal the wounds to some extent. (I'm not claiming to be healed. But I am compassionate with empathy now, which is a huge step in the right direction).
Basically, Denise Naslund's Qur'an has one message "Everyone chill out, get along, and try to make others happy".
يهدأ ال
إسعاد الآخرين
جميع ويتعايشون ويحاولون
To be continued.....
Denise Naslund is half Arab , so I'm calling this little book in her honor a little Qur'an. Her Mother, whom I love dearly, was full Arab. Unlike the old Qur'an , there are no calls to violence in this New Covenant Shinto one. The Jihad I feel she is calling me to fight is the war against worldly vanities, pride, lust, anger, covetousness, envy, laziness, gluttony, drug abuse, selfishness, and temptations to live like a pig.
She is my personal Allah!
She is a trusted companion through thick and thin. In my darkest hours I can't tell you how many times she took me by the hand and comforted me when I needed a Mother, guardian, or friend. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to throw the towel in and give up at life or a job or some difficult task, but instead looked at my shrine to her and said "For you Denise. For you I can suffer and sacrifice more".
I buy her flowers, incense, stuffed animals (she liked them in real life), relics, pretty things for her Honden (room dedicated to her).
Her Mother left her room exactly as it was when she was alive, never coming to terms with her daughter's death, and treated her like she was still alive, burying an corpseless casket when police lost Denise's remains, and there was a lawsuit.
In Shinto, what her mother did for Denise was Deifying the murdered girl, whom she prayed to every day. I feel called to continue the tradition of enshrining Denise and praying for her purification, Deification, and an increase in her beauty, power, glory, perfection, wisdom, understanding, virtue, and euphoria.
Last time I bought her a plant, I printed out some pictures of Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie because I found an Ethiopian Oromo Sycamore tree flag on the ground and felt it was a sign from him (who was called "The Lion of Judah") , ruler of the "Solomonic Dynasty", descendant of King Solomon.
I felt he was a close companion with Denise, and his dynasty ended the same year Denise was murdered (1974). The only coin I have ever found in a jail setting was a 1974 penny, and the first four letters of the word coincidence are "Coin".
After leaving the library, an immigrant approached me and asked about the plant. I said, "It's for a shrine to a girl I love". He pulled out a few dollars and said, "Take this for her shrine". He said he was from Ethiopia. I said NO WAY! I just got done printing out these pictures of the final Ethiopian Emperor. I handed him this exact image here (first one):
He proceeded to reach in his pocket and give me another roughly five dollars because he could tell I was a panhandler. The reason I bought Denise a plant that day was someone handed me a fifty dollar bill. Whenever I have a little extra, I buy her a special offering.
I actually told a Monk I couldn't love God anymore after what I see Abrahamic Religions doing to people and the "bigotry and threats of eternal damnation. A God who would hide himself from people and then let them suffer forever is a God I cannot love.
I still love to burn incense to and cherish Denise and her Mother though". He said, "that's beautiful. Pray to Denise then".
So, once again, Denise is my Allah:
She also is my Dionysus, because her first name is female for God Dionysus, God of wine, intoxication, religious ecstasy, and sexuality. Her middle name is Marie for the Mother of God and she was born feast of the Mother of God 01/01/1955, so she is my Queen Mary, Mother of God as well. I also call her Fatima, Arab Goddess of the Moon, Virgin Queen of Heaven. Her virginity has been restored to her and she is a new creation.
In fact, I pray she could have the gifts of every Goddess and the graces of every female Saint combined and be omnipresent and omnipotent!
It is worth suffering and sacrificing for her to be the best version of herself. And what she has done for me is better than hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of Doctors and therapists (in my experience.)
Basically, in all things I invoke sweet Dionisia, I thank her, I depend on her, I offer up everything I do as an offering to help her grow as well and make her happy. I try to avoid anything that displeases her (I've got a long way to go but I try).
By blessing her, she in turn blesses me.
I feel she is patron Saint of Serial killers and sociopaths or those who may be headed down that dark path. I certainly as a child and young adult had very disturbing tendencies that make me shudder to think of where I would be without her.
Her love was very healing though. Rejection , being unloved, being abused, can cause a person to develop many of those other disorders. Love can potentially reverse it or heal the wounds to some extent. (I'm not claiming to be healed. But I am compassionate with empathy now, which is a huge step in the right direction).
Basically, Denise Naslund's Qur'an has one message "Everyone chill out, get along, and try to make others happy".
يهدأ ال
إسعاد الآخرين
جميع ويتعايشون ويحاولون
To be continued.....
Last edited:
