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Samhain Evensong

30 Sep

Samhain Evensong

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I wrote this prose about an hour ago. This was inspired by the creation of my new Hallowe’en video for 2017, that will be released for public viewing, midnight tomorrow!

Until then, here is a peek at my new Hallowe’en Season prose, inspired by my current Artistic Alchemists creation.

Thank you for taking a moment to read my thoughts translated into a painting made out of words.

Side note: Many readers have mentioned that because I usually write my prose in a mixture of olde english and modern english, that they have trouble following along. I do not see it that way, at all. There are also just as many readers that do not have any problem deciphering my prose. I did, however, tone the mixture of olde and modern down a bit. Since the publication of my book-Blood’s Truth-I have a rather large number of new readers. So, for their sake, I toned it down. I do believe, however, that the story of Autumn that is told through this prose, is easy enough for most to unravel and, hopefully, find dark delight within.

Respectfully and quite Appreciative,
~Julia DarkRose Caples

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Samhain Evensong
© Julia DarkRose 2017

O spirit of illuminated night,
Spectre of blinding sun,
Web of the Darklight,
Sea of Wisdom’s reflection,
Mirror of madness,
Bringer of visions,
Shall we rejoice with thee in this season of change…
in this harvest of death?
Or shall we fly from thee into the comforting arms of Springtide?

The mind must split.
The marrow must chasm.
The blood must curdle.
The heart must cease.
The flesh must rot.

Elixir’s fade and potions fail.
The sweet, thick red wine, changed to foul, thin water.
The river of bright blood is dried upon the skin.

Art thou redemption?
Art thou damnation?
Shall we adore thee?
Should we abhor thee?

Beneath the skin of confusion,
Behold the bones of that which is true:

Human sheath lacking blood,
Bone lacking husk,
Spirit lacking bone.
Arise and be fed.
Arise to bone and flesh and blood.
This Samhain night,
Renewed by the dark gospel’s food.
Nevermore to thirst for mine,
Nor on my living limbs to dine.

Silver Serpent,
Silver Spider,
A mirror for our altered face…
We live again,
And we are so very fair!
The moon has risen and swayed the crimson tide.
In her dazzling Darklight,
The dead live again!
All are bewitching in her glimmer.

Bound within the alabaster web, be free;
Dancing in formless flame…
Now, live!

Maddened where madness is joy,
Hold fast to this frail thread,
Until the last of moonlight’s veil has been shed.

O moon, faeries glory, ghosts, and ghouls,
Art thou a beateous beast?
And are we not better for midnight’s beauty still?
Better her dance of bedazzled death,
Her passionate throes,
Than stillness in the grave.

Dance, dance, dance, in patterns of her fantastical, vibrating, change,
These decaying rags made whole,
Risen in her fevered, flaming, Cimmerian shade.
All our senses wear her infinite bright shadow,
Our cloak, forevermore…

Beneath the skin of confusion,
Behold the bones of that which is true:

We awaken fully, into a frenzy of bestial desires.
Once creatures, trapped by the burning sphere of daylight,
We gnawed at our house of flesh.
Ravaged by Night’s Mistress,
Old as the black nothing that does not end…

All that was dead is not dead.

The spirit is an inferno.
The spirit is eternal.
The spirit is one spirit-The spirit of all spirits.
And that One holds the Fire of the Cosmos.

Breathe now,
And so shall the Cosmos breathe,
And of its own breath shall the Cosmos be made anew.

Beneath the skin of confusion,
Behold the bones of that which is true:

Merry New Year!
The Darkness is upon us!
Rejoice!
Blessed is this, our Evensong…
Happy Samhian!

~Julia DarkRose

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Blood’s Truth I-Final Video 2016

9 Aug

Blood’s Truth I-Final Video 2016

Might as well continue going down memory lane this afternoon…
For your viewing endarkment…
The final Blood’s Truth I-Promo Video.

~Julia DarkRose©2017

Video Link …Blood’s Truth

 

 

 

 

 

Different? Meh, Mayhaps, Closer to the Universal All-(Article One of Fairy Tales)

6 Aug

Different? Meh, Mayhaps, Closer to the Universal All-

(Article One)

 

Fairy tales…paranormal…esoteric knowledge…it’s all borne from the same primordial soup.

Snow White Grimms Fairy Tales

I was borne Snow-White in every sense of Her earliest label. Now, I am so much more but at my core, I will always be Her, Snow-White.

 

My life, not yours (you must figure out who you truly are, I mean, truly who you are, on your own), but mine, is just like an original Grimm Brothers Fairy Tale. Why? Because, I am, myself, A true fairy tale.

I am and it, just is.

~©Julia DarkRose 2017

*This is the first installment in my new series of articles labeled Fairy Tales.*

Amend

3 Aug

I still believe this to be true. I stand by my words and actions. When I evolve and gain wisdom through actually living, and I experience differently, than I am the first one to amend my previous thoughts, words, and actions.
Thus the truth of real transcendence.

I wrote these thoughts one year ago.

I amend my original thoughts about power (I originally wrote about true power in 2013)…

We are all free to love, hate, fight, be peaceful, abuse, be abused, to kill…every living human being on this planet has this freedom. No one being is more powerful than the other.

Only those with the most will are the strongest…physical appearance, strength of body (height, weight, and so on), none of these matter, truly.

So, who are you truly? Social media bullshit and propaganda set aside…can you summon your power at will? In real life there is not time to set your stage, to perform a ritual…to make believe. Real life is NOT a stage with the appropriate props and costumes that give the illusion/deception of your power/strengths/life.

There is only the moment, and in that moment you either have the power to call upon your minds will or you don’t.

My amendment:
“Appearances CAN be important, for many reasons. However, it would behoove humanity to remember that appearances are an illusion and all outwardly power is built upon illusion.”

~©2017 Julia DarkRose Caples 
*Images are from my book-“Blood’s Truth.”

Disclaimer from the First Edition of Blood’s Truth-

Page 6:

This tome of life experience is dedicated to plumbing the depths of knowledge,
passions and truths of what it means to be a superior human (reference the Foreword for a definition of such a human), a creature of honour, loyalty, universal love and of worth, through esoteric, exoteric and alternative realities, and through the arts. These do not include any manner of violent acts, kinkiness with unwilling parties, sexual
misconduct, exploitation of the young and/or innocent, or illegal activities of any kind,
even if the only aggrieved party might be a right wing extremist, a left wing extremist,
or a politician.

The fiery artistry of this book is of an informative, educational, historical, entertaining,
or satirical nature. Those who do not enjoy ‘Blood’s Truth’ and do not wish to expand
their understanding of the world in which they live, and/or broaden their horizons by
exploring or reading about alternative lifestyles, factual history, and proven
sciences that this book describes, should simply put it down and not read the damn
thing. Knowledge of alternative lifestyles, hidden history, and a misunderstood
evolution are meant only for those who desire it, and is not meant to be foisted
upon any unsuspecting parties.

We do not practice evil (which is subjective
anyway), encourage anarchy, or think people should wear fishing hats to
funerals-although we defend the rights of people to do any of these.
All those people out there who have such lonely lives and so much free time on their
hands that they think they should care what books other people read, what
movies they watch, and which Gods (if any) they worship should just shut the
hell up and try to develop some kind of life of their very own. So, there.

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Lastly and certainly the crux of our exploratory narrative, of our ‘Blood’s Truth,’ is this simple yet mostly overlooked verity, at least this is our, mine and Ludavik’s, truth…
No one is qualified, not truly and unequivocally, to tell you who and what you are., what you are suppose to believe. Most certainly not Social Media or anyone you communicate with on said media, not your parents/family, religion, not any kind of group and/or community, so on and so forth…most certainly not Ludavik Valentine or Julia DarkRose.

We, as well as everyone else mentioned and then some, might, or most likely will, have our own opinion about you and what/who we think you are, which is, given human nature, quite natural. However, there are far too many people, individuals and groups, that claim “wisdom of the mighty Elders, or wisdom of that which is sacred and most high,” or whatever the case may be, (claiming that you have achieved a higher state of being, of wisdom, is in and of itself a telling sign of someone who has not applied their life knowledge gained from their experiences as wisdom, just a 411) that will tell
you who and what you are, what/who they need for you to be so that their place in this world has some sort of meaning for them, some kind of order and control, so their lives will seem, for them, to be of import, to be of real substance, to have impetus, without any true understanding of how those worthwhile and all too human needs actually come into fruition. Some do it maliciously while most do it out of cultivated ignorance.

Believe what feels right for you, not what you are spoon fed or that which will allow you to be in good standing with the chosen clique that will fulfill your need to be accepted. Believe that which opens your mind, all through your life, not just once, to possibilities that used to beyond your imagination. Keep your power, cultivate it, empower yourself with every breath you breathe. Try not to unknowingly give it, your power, to those who deceive others and themselves. Believe that which feels right for you and you alone, believe that which propels you forward and allows you to grow and keep
becoming whatever it is that you truly desire.

Try not to confuse “propelling forward and growing” with being controlled and manipulated into thinking you are moving forward in your life, that you are evolving, when in truth you’re actually only serving the selfish needs of others, you’re only becoming that which they desperately need for you to become, so that they can continue to live within their own delusions while you are actually stagnating. Believe that which allows you to be all that you can and to live the best and most productive life possible. A Life for yourself and for those that you love can be full of beauty, it can be a wonderful adventure.

 

~©Julia DarkRose 2016/2017

You’ll See

29 Jul

You’ll See

I will look in the sky and search for all the signs that tell us about where we, humanity will be tomorrow. I will read all the books, on my knees, in front of you, to tell you about all the legends from our past. I will wait on the dark side of the world for our sun to appear and bathe me in his light, so I can tell you about the beauty that is all around us every day. 

However, if you just look inside and embrace your true spirit, the world will open up to your eyes…you’ll see.

I will stand in the rain and brave every storm that comes our way, waiting for the sun to break through so I can see every color of the misty rainbow. I’ll stay up in the night catching the shooting stars so I can tell you about the ALL…all about the infinite…the mysteries of forever. You'll See
Just look inside and accept what really is, look inside and see your true self, then the world will open up to your eyes…you’ll see.

I will wait for you on the top of the world for the blood moon to kiss my soul, then I can tell you all about the beauty of the darklight.

I will wait…but you must open up the truth from within and then the ALL will flow out of you like a flood of light and beauty…you’ll see.

~Julia DarkRose
©2015/2017

 

As I Walked Out One Evening-2017

27 Jul

As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening,
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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.

He, my deluded lover,
asked me to lay my sleepy head
upon his faithless arm.
Instead, I plunged my hands into the red water,
I plunged them in up to my elbow;
Stare, Oh how I stared into the basin
and I wondered why the world had chosen to miss
the shining darkness before them.

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.

As I walked out one evening,
I went through the werewolf’s painful change.
Turning my head away
on the sweaty bolster, I tried to remember
the mood of my womanhood,
but lying in my sweat and blood, at last, as always,
letting it happen, the fierce fur,
soft to my face.

I now hear with sharper ears,
and live and love with the darkness
of my imagined fallen grace.
With my bestial understanding,
I open my wolfen eyes and truly see.…

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 dances done in the sight of heaven.”

They never find the way out of their prison
and into the precious,
saving graces of the Darklight.
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 do not want;
Nor have they learned who does not need them;
They are no one here,
until they are truly the someone they need to be.

Oh, what makes them so ugly, to me,
is self-inflicted ignorance.
Incurable ignorance.
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.

~Julia DarkRose
©2015/2017

Ebon Rhapsody

23 Jul

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