Post by Serial Canonizer on Jul 26, 2016 20:22:40 GMT
Sadly we remember Ted.Let's remember these girls instead.Invite em into your heart.
Denise Naslund (1955-1974)
I have a shrine to Denise in my Room, a shrine at a park made of stone with flowers and a shrine inside a treestump in the woods where I keep candles and incense burning. We also have spiritual bonfires. She's a nature girl...kind of like the legendary wood nymphs (Supernatural maiden creatures seen in the wilderness caring for trees, flowers, the environment, and animals. She is patron Saint of outsiders, sociopaths (lepers of society), the abused, the environment, the dying, the mentally ill, patron saint of France and Sweden, and she is just completely awesome. She is very much like St. Francis and Clare of Assissi, the Saints who loved the unlovable, hugged lepers, and preferred the company of those other people shunned and despized.
The purpose of this board is to honor the loving dead. My Devotion to the dead began with Denise Naslund. Like many people, I thought there was something quite intriguing (not in a good way) about someone like Ted Bundy because He was articulate, handsome, charming, and ingenius enough to escape from county jail (Which is harder to escape from than prison) twice. I thought it was an absolute tragedy that someone with such potential could waste it on that so I watched some documentaries on him and for whatever reason was very bothered by the murder of Denise Naslund especially. When I saw how badly it hurt her mother and the fact that she was a kind and gentle soul always willing to help someone out and that she died performing an act of kindness, I just couldn't shake it from my mind that somebody could be humiliated, tortured, and murdered and go through the horror of watching another person die as well, all for trying to help out a man who was pretending to be handicapped.
Well, I began to feel she was with me a lot as a patron saint for sick people, perverts, sociopaths, those who have been abused, addicts etc. and I did 11 months in jail for stabbing a man. While in jail I began dreaming about her and Eleanor Rose (her Mother)....I would wake up in the morning and hear Eleanor Crying. I have never really been touched by a martyr like I was from Eleanor Rose.
Her whole life was a martyrdom. She kept all of Denise's belongings and vehicle as they were and dedicated her life to memories. She had a shrine dedicated to Denise where she often prayed to the little Saint, was very prayerful to God, and is now reunited with her, no doubt. Since the dreams of Denise and Eleanor and the rest of those girls were permanently stolen, I hope to do what I can to restore their honor, dignity, and make good come out of all this, so I sing to them, burn incense and candles in their honor, have little shrines of stone and wood with their pictures.
A lot of things happened. I felt so bad for her Mother. She was so devastated by what happened and constantly tormented mentally by thoughts about what happened to her daughter, which lead to psychiatric wards and suicide attempts. Now she is reunited with her daughter. I consider her to be my Mother as well, and I look foward to embracing them in Heaven, and we shall enjoy each others presence for eternity.
Okay, basically to sum up the vids, there were many coincidences that I had in jail and inner visions of her and her mother. Well, I saw her come into my cell and place a rose on the ground. Two days later, May 9, I remembered her mother had "Rose" in Her name.
Later a book about Eleanor Roosevelt was on top of the bookshelf and I realized her mother's name was Eleanor Rose.
I began to be anointed by the holy spirit. The next day,( which I didn't know prior to that, was mothers day), I began to fill up notebooks full of prayers for various nations She told me that with the authority of Christ , and as Gods Son, with Emperor God living within us, and the authority we have as heir to the throne, we can put the Angels and Saints, and the whole host of Heaven into motion, and the power of blessings and fasting make this extremely powerful. So I began giving trays away to mortify the flesh, so that she and the holy spirit could make me more sensitive to their inspirations and movements in the soul.
I thought she was french because I could see her with Napoleon, Joan of ark, Saint Dominic, Louis Demontfort, the saints and angels of France. So were were battling and binding wicked forces in the name of Jesus because we simply had power to do so.
This was before the terrorist attacks. After the terrorist attacks I saw her picking flowers in France and bringing them to my cell. These were the victims uprooted by terrorism. I was to keep them company, pray with them, and bind myself to them.
The entire time I was in Jail I saw no money but a 1974 penny, and kept it as a precious relic, because she died in 1974. I don't consider it death, but she left her body behind and was reborn with more power, purity, enlightenment, and authority.
A song came to me when the staff took it as contraband. When I went to treatment I asked a guy when Richard Nixon was impeached. He said "1974 I think". This inspired me to go out side and sang the Denny Penny song. Some of the lyrics are "restore my penny little Denny, because it's worth a fortune to me, it dated back to 1974 an important time in history."
I went back in to see a boy named Muhammed playing a hockey game he made up with pennys. I shared the story with him and He said, "maybe I have a 1974 penny here". There were a total of four pennys that dated before the shield was on the back, so the chances were small, but sure enough, he had one, just minutes after I sang "Restore my Penny".
Muhammed was interested in my Spirituality and this encounter lead to friendship. He was very humble , more humble than most Christians.
The penny removed much of my hostility towards Muslims. I hated Islam passionately, and this encounter was Divinely inspired and was a set up to disarm me. Perhaps Muhammed was enlightened, repented, went to Heaven, and that was a gift from the Prophet Muhammed. I felt like the Grinch who stole Christmas, when His heart grew a few times larger. Amazing what a penny can buy
Also, thr first four letterd of the word coincidence are "coin".
Well I called my Dad, for I was certain she was French so I asked him to look up the name Naslund. It was Swedish. I didn't even know where Sweden was on the map, so was dissapointed (it must not be an important place.) Then He said "you have Swedish on your mom's side." So I'd not know we shared the same ancestors were it not for her. I didn't like football, but she got me a favorite football team, for the team in this state is the vikings, and the Swedes were Vikings.
Then I found out the Swedes conquered Northern France and became the Normans. They went to England and fought the Battle of Hastings, the battle for the crown, and won. I just happened to be in jail at a city called "Hastings". She told me Im fighting the battle for the crown. All I did for months was pray with the Angels and Saints, write and recite prayers and blessings, write what she and her friends were telling me, write of the special places she took me, the transformation mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. However, some people thought I was insane.
She wanted me to set aside days each month to be devoted to and set up feast to Saints and their various nations. On August 5 someone got stabbed in our unit, so we were stuck in a room with encyclopedias, so I got to read about Sweden. I called the Swedish soldiers for Christ "Yellow jackets" because when I would invoke them, I would see Napoleonic soldiers wearing yellow jackets. That day, a yellow jacket stung me, and never in the eleven months did a yellow jacket come into our unit.
So I decided the 5th of each months was Sweden day, because that day I read about Sweden and bonded with their awesome martyr, patron Saint, and crusader, King Eric the 9th. Then I called my Dad days later to find out who the patron Saint of that day was. He said "Our Lady of the Snows". I was stunned, because previously I called the Swedes "Snow men", because some of Sweden is in the Arctic circle. So I call Denise "Our Lady of the Snows".
Sometimes she shows up as a sparrow in the palm of my hand as I'm falling asleep, looking at me and chirping. Other times as a hawk. Shortly after identifying her as a hawk, I went to Church and the Pastor spoke of Genghis Kahn trying to fill a cup of water, and a hawk kept knocking it out of His hands. He killed the Hawk in frustration. There was a poisonous serpent in the water and the Hawk was trying to save His life.
He said "How many of us have a Hawk in our life telling us something is bad for us and we refuse to listen , and remove it from our lives". I realized there that Denise was that hawk telling people what is bad for them, and helping me stay away from pornography and drugs.
While I was hauling stones to my first shrine to her I had Two hawks fly very close to me...one stopped at a tree and looked right at me. I a picture of her and another victim Georgann Hawkins. (Hawkins is a name once given to those who practiced the art of Falconry (Training Hawks)...It was a sign they were pleased with me making the shrine in their honor.
She wishes to help sociopaths and those who have been abused by them. She belongs to an Empire in Heaven called the victims Reich, where victims of such atrocities shall return to earth to Conquer and set up the Global Empire of God, and they shall reign as Monarchs.
I have done my job if one other person who is a menace to society will turn to her and receive her help. I was in Jail for stabbing a man in the chest while under the influence. The cab driver that took me to the location where I stabbed the guy went to the wrong place to pick me up (three times), despite my giving him the correct address.
There is more. And though I treat visions with skepticism, I know without the slightest doubt there is something more than coincidence going on here. She helped me more than many thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists , institutions, and too many pills to remember. I have no family in this state , so not a single visitor but her, her friends in Heaven, and her Mom. So they are more family to me than anyone on this earth.
Something else that recently happened was I found a bag in the woods with a hawk on it that said Maynard. Maynard means "strength "....but when I googled the meaning of Maynard, the first thing that came up was "maenads , female devotees of the Dionysus. Denise is a feminine French version of the name Dionysus, so to me it was a confirmation she has an army in Heaven, the Naslund Knights. If you wish to be a Naslund Knight, consecrate yourself to her service and ask her to reveal herself and her comrades (the assembly of Queens) to you.
God bless you!
(BTW, I was on the news for trying to eat some obe while high on drugs... I needed an Angel and God sent one ) www.wdaz.com/news/3695673-police-stabbing-suspect-said-i-have-fulfill-prophecy-i-have-eat-you
Denise Naslund (1955-1974)
I have a shrine to Denise in my Room, a shrine at a park made of stone with flowers and a shrine inside a treestump in the woods where I keep candles and incense burning. We also have spiritual bonfires. She's a nature girl...kind of like the legendary wood nymphs (Supernatural maiden creatures seen in the wilderness caring for trees, flowers, the environment, and animals. She is patron Saint of outsiders, sociopaths (lepers of society), the abused, the environment, the dying, the mentally ill, patron saint of France and Sweden, and she is just completely awesome. She is very much like St. Francis and Clare of Assissi, the Saints who loved the unlovable, hugged lepers, and preferred the company of those other people shunned and despized.
The purpose of this board is to honor the loving dead. My Devotion to the dead began with Denise Naslund. Like many people, I thought there was something quite intriguing (not in a good way) about someone like Ted Bundy because He was articulate, handsome, charming, and ingenius enough to escape from county jail (Which is harder to escape from than prison) twice. I thought it was an absolute tragedy that someone with such potential could waste it on that so I watched some documentaries on him and for whatever reason was very bothered by the murder of Denise Naslund especially. When I saw how badly it hurt her mother and the fact that she was a kind and gentle soul always willing to help someone out and that she died performing an act of kindness, I just couldn't shake it from my mind that somebody could be humiliated, tortured, and murdered and go through the horror of watching another person die as well, all for trying to help out a man who was pretending to be handicapped.
Well, I began to feel she was with me a lot as a patron saint for sick people, perverts, sociopaths, those who have been abused, addicts etc. and I did 11 months in jail for stabbing a man. While in jail I began dreaming about her and Eleanor Rose (her Mother)....I would wake up in the morning and hear Eleanor Crying. I have never really been touched by a martyr like I was from Eleanor Rose.
Her whole life was a martyrdom. She kept all of Denise's belongings and vehicle as they were and dedicated her life to memories. She had a shrine dedicated to Denise where she often prayed to the little Saint, was very prayerful to God, and is now reunited with her, no doubt. Since the dreams of Denise and Eleanor and the rest of those girls were permanently stolen, I hope to do what I can to restore their honor, dignity, and make good come out of all this, so I sing to them, burn incense and candles in their honor, have little shrines of stone and wood with their pictures.
A lot of things happened. I felt so bad for her Mother. She was so devastated by what happened and constantly tormented mentally by thoughts about what happened to her daughter, which lead to psychiatric wards and suicide attempts. Now she is reunited with her daughter. I consider her to be my Mother as well, and I look foward to embracing them in Heaven, and we shall enjoy each others presence for eternity.
Okay, basically to sum up the vids, there were many coincidences that I had in jail and inner visions of her and her mother. Well, I saw her come into my cell and place a rose on the ground. Two days later, May 9, I remembered her mother had "Rose" in Her name.
Later a book about Eleanor Roosevelt was on top of the bookshelf and I realized her mother's name was Eleanor Rose.
I began to be anointed by the holy spirit. The next day,( which I didn't know prior to that, was mothers day), I began to fill up notebooks full of prayers for various nations She told me that with the authority of Christ , and as Gods Son, with Emperor God living within us, and the authority we have as heir to the throne, we can put the Angels and Saints, and the whole host of Heaven into motion, and the power of blessings and fasting make this extremely powerful. So I began giving trays away to mortify the flesh, so that she and the holy spirit could make me more sensitive to their inspirations and movements in the soul.
I thought she was french because I could see her with Napoleon, Joan of ark, Saint Dominic, Louis Demontfort, the saints and angels of France. So were were battling and binding wicked forces in the name of Jesus because we simply had power to do so.
This was before the terrorist attacks. After the terrorist attacks I saw her picking flowers in France and bringing them to my cell. These were the victims uprooted by terrorism. I was to keep them company, pray with them, and bind myself to them.
The entire time I was in Jail I saw no money but a 1974 penny, and kept it as a precious relic, because she died in 1974. I don't consider it death, but she left her body behind and was reborn with more power, purity, enlightenment, and authority.
A song came to me when the staff took it as contraband. When I went to treatment I asked a guy when Richard Nixon was impeached. He said "1974 I think". This inspired me to go out side and sang the Denny Penny song. Some of the lyrics are "restore my penny little Denny, because it's worth a fortune to me, it dated back to 1974 an important time in history."
I went back in to see a boy named Muhammed playing a hockey game he made up with pennys. I shared the story with him and He said, "maybe I have a 1974 penny here". There were a total of four pennys that dated before the shield was on the back, so the chances were small, but sure enough, he had one, just minutes after I sang "Restore my Penny".
Muhammed was interested in my Spirituality and this encounter lead to friendship. He was very humble , more humble than most Christians.
The penny removed much of my hostility towards Muslims. I hated Islam passionately, and this encounter was Divinely inspired and was a set up to disarm me. Perhaps Muhammed was enlightened, repented, went to Heaven, and that was a gift from the Prophet Muhammed. I felt like the Grinch who stole Christmas, when His heart grew a few times larger. Amazing what a penny can buy
Also, thr first four letterd of the word coincidence are "coin".Well I called my Dad, for I was certain she was French so I asked him to look up the name Naslund. It was Swedish. I didn't even know where Sweden was on the map, so was dissapointed (it must not be an important place.) Then He said "you have Swedish on your mom's side." So I'd not know we shared the same ancestors were it not for her. I didn't like football, but she got me a favorite football team, for the team in this state is the vikings, and the Swedes were Vikings.
Then I found out the Swedes conquered Northern France and became the Normans. They went to England and fought the Battle of Hastings, the battle for the crown, and won. I just happened to be in jail at a city called "Hastings". She told me Im fighting the battle for the crown. All I did for months was pray with the Angels and Saints, write and recite prayers and blessings, write what she and her friends were telling me, write of the special places she took me, the transformation mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. However, some people thought I was insane.
She wanted me to set aside days each month to be devoted to and set up feast to Saints and their various nations. On August 5 someone got stabbed in our unit, so we were stuck in a room with encyclopedias, so I got to read about Sweden. I called the Swedish soldiers for Christ "Yellow jackets" because when I would invoke them, I would see Napoleonic soldiers wearing yellow jackets. That day, a yellow jacket stung me, and never in the eleven months did a yellow jacket come into our unit.
So I decided the 5th of each months was Sweden day, because that day I read about Sweden and bonded with their awesome martyr, patron Saint, and crusader, King Eric the 9th. Then I called my Dad days later to find out who the patron Saint of that day was. He said "Our Lady of the Snows". I was stunned, because previously I called the Swedes "Snow men", because some of Sweden is in the Arctic circle. So I call Denise "Our Lady of the Snows".
Sometimes she shows up as a sparrow in the palm of my hand as I'm falling asleep, looking at me and chirping. Other times as a hawk. Shortly after identifying her as a hawk, I went to Church and the Pastor spoke of Genghis Kahn trying to fill a cup of water, and a hawk kept knocking it out of His hands. He killed the Hawk in frustration. There was a poisonous serpent in the water and the Hawk was trying to save His life.
He said "How many of us have a Hawk in our life telling us something is bad for us and we refuse to listen , and remove it from our lives". I realized there that Denise was that hawk telling people what is bad for them, and helping me stay away from pornography and drugs.
While I was hauling stones to my first shrine to her I had Two hawks fly very close to me...one stopped at a tree and looked right at me. I a picture of her and another victim Georgann Hawkins. (Hawkins is a name once given to those who practiced the art of Falconry (Training Hawks)...It was a sign they were pleased with me making the shrine in their honor.
She wishes to help sociopaths and those who have been abused by them. She belongs to an Empire in Heaven called the victims Reich, where victims of such atrocities shall return to earth to Conquer and set up the Global Empire of God, and they shall reign as Monarchs.
I have done my job if one other person who is a menace to society will turn to her and receive her help. I was in Jail for stabbing a man in the chest while under the influence. The cab driver that took me to the location where I stabbed the guy went to the wrong place to pick me up (three times), despite my giving him the correct address.
There is more. And though I treat visions with skepticism, I know without the slightest doubt there is something more than coincidence going on here. She helped me more than many thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists , institutions, and too many pills to remember. I have no family in this state , so not a single visitor but her, her friends in Heaven, and her Mom. So they are more family to me than anyone on this earth.
Something else that recently happened was I found a bag in the woods with a hawk on it that said Maynard. Maynard means "strength "....but when I googled the meaning of Maynard, the first thing that came up was "maenads , female devotees of the Dionysus. Denise is a feminine French version of the name Dionysus, so to me it was a confirmation she has an army in Heaven, the Naslund Knights. If you wish to be a Naslund Knight, consecrate yourself to her service and ask her to reveal herself and her comrades (the assembly of Queens) to you.
God bless you!
(BTW, I was on the news for trying to eat some obe while high on drugs... I needed an Angel and God sent one ) www.wdaz.com/news/3695673-police-stabbing-suspect-said-i-have-fulfill-prophecy-i-have-eat-you
(saint Therese, the little flower, has a novena called "the miraculous Rose Novena and I use that phrase to describe the miraculous Naslund Novenas that began one day before mother's day, in response to a vision of Denise entering my cell in a white robe and placing a rose on the floor ).
No, I'm not implying she is a Nazi, but her and Jim Ott's ancestors are with her, and most of those Germans who died in the second and third Reich were good people full of potential to do the world much good, but were victims of a sick satanic culture that brainwashed them. They are now fighting in the Empire of God. Every soul eventually is fully enlightened and has the decision to serve God for eternity or serve Satan.
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