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Morality By Any Other Name

29 Oct

Giving your ideals, code of ethics, morality, belief system, and so on and so forth, a name, a label, an organized system of rules, rewards, and punishments, does NOT in any way make it more true and/or more solid and helpful for the general human condition than not having said labels, rules and dogma.

Mankind’s need for answers and a safety net for when we feel lost, alone, broken, frightened, scared of our next journey after earth (whatever that consists of), or humanity’s need of justification for their greed, immorality, selfishness, apathy, cultivated ignorance, hypocrisy, abuse of power, and so on, is, at its core, at least I think so, the reason for, what I believe, to be the useless labeling of belief systems, the counterproductive edicts set forth by those we give power to, under the guise of societal control so that we can all live safely within said society, is, simply put, bullshit on a worldwide scale.

Beyond organized religions, beyond communities and/or social media groups, beyond governments, beyond the arts, beyond philosophy, even beyond the holy grail of all the sciences, what the mass majority of  those of us who recognize the truth of the All, the truth of simply being and becoming, the truth that we are simply life, unremarkable within the universal continuum of what life consists of yet remarkable within our own understanding of what life on Earth consists of, 

   Nope, it is not any more true or helpful or useful, or life-altering, to live your life based on dogma and rules borne from Mankind’s need to control, then those of us who choose to NOT label, to not organize, to not use it as an excuse, for anything…for those of us who simply choose to listen and embrace the beautiful and the ugly of our world, of our being, and of the All that is in every breath we breathe.

   So… Get off that super high horse that you’re sitting atop and fall down onto the dirt of our Mother and baptize yourselves in Her mud and drink from her veins the very blood of Her life force… Be Nature. Be who you know you’re meant to be. Not what a bunch of rules, rewards, and punishments dictate.
~©2016 Julia DarkRose Caples

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A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies

29 Oct

The wait is almost over!
The follow-up book to “Blood’s Truth” is almost here!

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Available February 14th, 2018…
“A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies” will be on the bookshelves, waiting to fill your mind and spirits with truth, facts, history, humour, blood, and beautiful Darklight!
  
Thank you.
~Julia DarkRose

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.*

Inspired

2 Aug

Inspired

Vase for Joseph

Took a break today from my current writing projects and made this vase and dried Lily stem for my fiance, Joseph.

This is what inspired my quote about Art earlier today. This vase is so imperfect that I find it closer to beautiful than a vase crafted by the most renowned artisan that fetch’s a price of millions of dollars and is adored by all simply because it is a piece of “perfect” craftsmanship.

Truly, for me, the imperfect, the scarred, the dirty, the unholy, the broken…this is where I find truth, passion, strength, and beauty, within the human spirit wrapped up in imperfections and bleeding flesh.
~Julia DarkRose Caples

Simple

2 Aug
Always, always, see, understand, & embrace the simple first. Why? Because, as far as I have lived and experienced…the simple is the truth, of most everything.
Certainly of the ALL.
Indeed…Yes.
Julia DarkRose 2017
*I do not own the video or any of its contents. All copyright belongs to The shins.*

As I Walked Out One Evening-2017

27 Jul

As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening,
I looked over his shoulder                                     Julia DarkRose FB 4
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

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