“Look at me!”

18 Mar

“Look at me!” Look at me!”
“Please, someone look at meeeeeee!”

I understand our need to be recognized on some level that allows us to feel validated, in whatever way we need it, that validation, to work. What I am communicating to everyone, about the constant barrage of media that reach out for me almost weekly, is simply this:

I firmly believe that the world does NOT need another article, live interview, documentary,book, or any form of media, when the end result being conveyed to the world is this…
“MILF Who Drinks Human Blood by the Gallon from Her Army of Slaves!”
Nope. Nope. Nope.

I am not doing it anymore. Now, I say this every couple of years, for the last 20 years or so, I know. While I will make exceptions for a few people and their worthy shows, for the majority of media, unless they are going to discuss with me my artistic alchemy and how I am earnestly trying to help transcend our world, one creature at a time…then, no.

However, some of us, only know how to live the fuck out of this gift of life we have and wear our constant transformations on our sleeve, so to speak….Ergo the teeny tiny, sliver of a visual trip through my entire being of transformation…I hope this helps those who might need it.

I have just too much life, lol, seriously! No way to include it all here visually! But, still, I am hopeful that this post will speak to those who need it.
Thank you, kindly. 
Sincerely,
~Julia DarkRose Caples
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Here for your reading pleasure, or not, is the thirteenth re-post of two of my favorite and what I believe to be, most endarkening (enlightening) works of my literary alchemy.

Do You Truly See Me?
By Julia DarkRose
©2014

I know, in this very moment of fluidity,
of the seemingly endless cycle of time,
I know what lies beyond my door.
I went into the darkness so I can shine.
Within my liquid darkness, I am the Darklight.
Most people spend their lives thinking that they are afraid to die.
When, in truth, I believe that they are truly afraid to live…

Over the mountains and over the waves,
Under the fountains and under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest, which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest,
My crimson love will find out the way.

With a burning spear, and a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I’m summoned beyond the wide world’s end.

From the wicked hags and hungry goblins
That into bloody rags would rend me,
And from the spirit that stands
by the unawakened, naked man,
I rise above thee,
And fight for a better day.

In the book of Moons, there you will find,
Written in The Mothers own blood,
My name…Daughter of Truth.

Love not me for only comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part.
No, love me too for my valiant spirit
And my constant loving dark heart.
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Excerpt from
Chapter Five of “Blood’s Truth”
Copyright 2016
Julia DarkRose Caples

Chapter Five
A Living Vampire,
Religion and Spirituality
not (necessarily)included

As I walked out one evening, I looked over Man’s shoulder
for vines and olive trees, for marble, well-governed cities
and ships upon wine-dark seas; But there on the shining metal
his hands had put instead an artificial wilderness and a sky like lead.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look.
The glacier knocked in my cupboard, the desert sighed in my bed, and the crack in my tea cup opened. So, I walked out onto the brightly lit lane, it led to the land of the dead.

The soul shrinks from all that it is about to and should remember,
from the punctual rape of every blessed day, and cries,
“Oh, let there be nothing on earth but what I choose to see,
nothing but rosy glasses to cover my eyes, and gloves to cover my hands in the rising steam, and guilty, blurred diversions done in the sight of heaven.”

Pale souls they are, consumed by fear of the living world they haunt. Yet, they have not learned what habits lead them to hunt what they truly do not want;

I don’t want to harm them, I think this very thought,
right up to the moment I slit their throats with the truth.
I am touched with the moon’s red silver, I am my own wolf sun,
made of human moonlight.
95
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