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Freedom

28 Jun

Excerpt from The DarkRose Journal, circa 1998…
By Julia DarkRose
©1998
**This is based on an actual entry from one of my Julia Journal’s from 1998. This was published as a non-fiction piece. It is up to the reader to understand which parts of my Journal entry have been fictionally enhanced and which parts are written as my experience truly happened. I will just convey to the reader that it is not as black & white as it might read. :-)**

Freedom

The sharp iciness of Father Winter’s breath provides my soul with an undercurrent of repose and contentment. In the dead of winter, the Great Celestial Expanse has once again opened her arms to embrace me and fill me with her Essence. With her ebon wings tightly wrapped around my very Being, there is no power in this universe that I cannot comprehend and one night be a part of.

The beauty of the stark winter fills my senses with sweet rapture as does the breathtaking visions that are my Dark Angels. My precious Angels are infused with the passions and desires of the glorious night.They have become my haven in this mundane world of deceit and ignorance.

As I gaze outside my bedroom window, in anticipation of the ravenous night that awaits me and my Tribe, I have discovered Snow Faeries and their cousins, the Fire Sprites-performing their erotic dance amongst the death that has now engulfed my
rose garden.They are beckoning to me to come share in their beastliness. Oh! to dance naked in the moonlight, to let my primordial carnality take over completely, even for just a moment, is an invitation I will not refuse.

“My fierce beauties, it is I, Night’s beloved daughter, DarkRose. I have come to join you in your dark edenic dance.”

The ethereal beauty of my sisters brings a tear of ecstasy to my eyes. As I draw nearer to the frenzy of the savage sexuality before me, my purest being has become a torch of bestial bliss. My nymphs have swirled around me in a whirlwind of crimson lust and immortal desires. In an explosion of fiery passion, the faeries and sprites have torn from me the delicate crystalline nighty that had moments before gracefully clung to every very feminine curve of my silky white body. As my gown lay abandoned amongst the dead roses and the meager creatures of the night, so does my last breath of human morality. For a few moments, I am totally free to be the gloriously inhuman predator that dwells inside this soft mortal flesh of arteries, bones, and precious dark wine.

The pounding in my heart feels like the beating of some ancient warriors drum right before the onset of battle. My nipples are painfully erect in a joyful salute to the sexual debauchery that has engrossed my body and spirit. The fervid moistness between my thighs is perfumed with the lust and desires of the dark seraphs. As my liberated flesh trembles with heavenly sable hunger, I notice that the night and all her creatures have fallen silent. The only sound is the soft murmur of the eventide wind as He whispers my name and rejoices with me in my return to myself.

For a few precious moments in this world of light and lies, the beauty and truth of the true Darkness was revered and honored. The Great Father and Mother fell silent in our awe-inspiring dance. Then as quickly as they appeared, my decadent sisters have left our moonlit rendezvous. I know not why they came to me this night, or where they are going. I do know that they touch the part of my inky spirit where no human dares to journey. They are welcome to enter the portals of my world whenever they desire.

I ardently await their return.

~Julia DarkRose

*As you can read, The DarkRose Journal has been publishing the beautiful darkness for Her readers for a very long time…We are not going anywhere, ever. We are dedicated to bringing you the unabashed erotic truth, wisdom, and beauty of the realm of real living Dark Angels.*

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Closing Thoughts

26 Jun

Closing Thoughts
By Julia DarkRose                                                            Dancer of Fire
©2015

This one thought keeps echoing in my head…
fear prevents one from joining the fray of life,
leaving only carrion while the brave carry off the choicest meats.
With that thought, I rise and howl. The hunt has begun…soon I will be drowsy and reveling in my blood-euphoria. The
mere thought of my prey’s blood coursing through my body, being covered in their sanguine elixir…devouring
(this is, of course, subjective, so please spare me your harsh judgements based upon your complete lack of any real experience and/or your reality of NOT being borne a Human Living Vampire-or insert your own label) them body and soul…is almost more than I can bare to think about without my natural borne inferno escaping my fiery spirit and body and setting the world ablaze.

Not yet…once more I go into the fray.
Once more I hunt, devour, and become the glorious predator that nature has made me.
I am a creature of the night.
I am your most horrific nightmare and
I am your most sensual dream.
I am on the prowl.

I understand that not everyone is a
predator (thank the darkness for that, I mean
how would our Mother’s sacred cycle of
life work if we were all the same!?),
but joining the fray of life is necessary for
our own evolution, ergo, the continued
positive evolution of our precious earth.

At some point in your life (if you are fortunate and aware enough)
the phoenix will appear to you and present to you the opportunity to die in the fire and rise from your own ashes…a spiritual/psychological/physical death.

In order to achieve the transformation of the
phoenix one must be willing to go into the
fray, no matter how much fear you believe courses through your veins.

Your world seems to have cracked. You feel bruised, smashed. A band of flame circles your heart, you have become
paralyzed with unfounded fear. Fear put inside of you by society, by liars, users, and abusers.

Come with me/us, Julia DarkRose & The DarkRose Journal family,
and rise from the flames and feel the glorious burn of life
and all the beauty and heartache that comes with it.
Or not. It, your life and its quality, are always up to you.

The tears upon your face are like splashes of gems.
Your eyes are now wide and black and crazed with life.
You look and see your eyes and in the depths of them,
as if in polished mirrors, the ages of the earth, truth and eternal love, fire and darkness.
You are finally home.

~Julia DarkRose

Who Shall Come With Me?

31 May

*Eleventh re-post of my literary art and the truth that seeps from my dark angel heart through every pore on my body. Thank you for taking a moment to read my thoughts come alive through the printed (electronic) word.*

**Just a reminder of who I am and what The DarkRose Journal Family of Dark Angels stand for, believe in, fight for, and live.**

By Julia DarkRose
©2013

Who Shall Come With Me?

As I walk through the wilderness of this world…

I learn, speak, and act upon things sublime, or things earthly; things honorable, or things divine; things sacred, or things profane; things past, or things that might be to come; things foreign, or things domestic; things more essential, or things circumstantial.

I walk through the wilderness wide awake, not asleep or dreaming. While walking, fighting, and living, great horror and those selling false darkness and light continue to fall upon me.

Who shall life’s true valor see, let them come forward; one here will constant be, come winds, come torrential weather, come the bloody storms. There’s no discouragement shall make them relent their first avow’d intent to be a warrior, a valiant spirit, a truth Sayer, a dark angel, their true self.

My well used and blood soaked sword I give to you that shall succeed me in my sojourn and my courage and skill to you that can carry it and understand it.

My many marks, scars and wounds I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought the battle of truth, who now will be my rewarder?

Naught will I be rewarded for battling against the false darkness and light…The courage and freedom to fight is itself my reward…

Who shall come with me?

Please, walk with me, until it’s time for us to part ways…
yet always be forever joined.

Into the New Darklight

30 May

This, my final re-post…for at least 2 months (that’s my best guess, lol), is the “Letter From the Editor,” from Issue 6 (or maybe 5, my mind wanders sometimes and the things not immediately needed to remember in life get jumbled inside, lol). Again, thank you to everyone who has taken a few minutes out of their lives to read my literary art. It truly does mean more to me than I can easily convey in a social media post. It is my hope that somewhere, lurking either in the shadows of my words or standing up right in front of you whilst reading my hard earned wisdom (which is, of course, subjective), that you find what you need, if indeed you are searching, or that you find peace, if you are indeed in need, or
that my life transformed into prose, has somehow, in some way, helped you or at the very least, entertained you.

First, I would like to remind everyone of The DarkRose Journal ‘Fine Print,’ which has graced Her crimson pages from the very first issue (1994)…

By Julia DarkRose
©1994

Fine Print                                                            Julia DarkRose~Living Vampire 2013

This Journal is dedicated to exploring the pleasures of the Dark
and alternative realities, 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.

Articles and features in the Journal are of an informative,
educational, historical, entertaining, or satirical nature.
Those who do not enjoy the Journal 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 that the Journal describes, should simply put it down
and not read the damn thing. The Dark and alternative lifestyles
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.
~The DarkRose Journal~

Into The New DarkLight
By Julia DarkRose
©2014

I am the darklight of all days that are passed, and my name is evolution.
I am the darklight of this day today, and my name is renewal.
I am the darklight of all days to be, and my name is
revelation…

Ancient flesh turned to stone,
Whitened dust of ancient bone,
Pure as death, cold as snow,
Dead thou wast, but livest now.
Crystal crushed, vision broken,
Spirit fettered, words unspoken,
What is frozen shall be warm,
What is formless shall take form,
What was scattered shall be whole,
Given life within this deceiver’s wasteland.

White of petals, white of ice,
White of dust and white of stone,
White of crystal, white of bone,
All things keeping, all things giving,
Out of nothing, all things living,
Out of emptiness, all darklight,
Out of blindness, now our sight.

I am now the crimson Light risen out of pure darkness:
From my brow springs all life again and again.
I am now evolved, I am now renewed,
I am now thy hope, and thy covenant, and thy
revelation.

I am alive; I wake from within my own dark embrace;
The white owl ascends, and I rise…

Out of the whitened ashes of humanity’s fire,
Out of the white stone and the white crystal,
Out of the pure white flame;
My feathers are scarlet and they are azure,
They are fiery, they are verdant,
They are golden, and they are of royal purple;
I am all things living,
I am the spring and the summer,
I am the autumn and the winter,
I am time, I am revelation,
I burn from this first dawn
Even unto the last darkness of this glorious life
Into which I will fall
And from which I will rise again…

I do not end, I am the DarkLight,
I have just begun!

Welcome to Issue 5
of The DarkRose Journal!

Welcome to renewal, healing,
empowerment, self-revelation, and true
transformation within the beautiful,
rejuvenating, Darkness.
From within your very own flames
of self-evolution.
Stand up and rise from the ashes!

*I enlarged this photo still from the last documentary that I did and it blurred. Sorry about that. Everyone say “Hello,” to Wes Hendricks, it is his blood that I am devouring. Thank you Wes! :-)*

In Darkness

23 May

*Ninth re-posting of some of my favorite literary pieces. Thank you for your time and patience and understanding with me and my re-posts. Even though many have already experienced my symphony of utterance, again and again, many have not. I know, through decades of my writing, that my thoughts turned into the printed word, have helped many people, indeed, still does reach many and help them find themselves and their way on the often winding and treacherous road of life. :-)*

The Darkness of the universe
whispered into my soul,
It breathed it’s breath of life into me,
And said, I am coming, you must live…

Oh, and live, I shall…

In Darkness                                                   Ludavik~Vampire 3 Watermark

Happy our early days,
when we shined in our
dark angel-infancy,
before we understood this world.

Oh, my darling night!
There is in your children,
a deep and dazzling darklight!
Through all our fleshly desires
glittering streams of truth and everlastingness
reach our spirits,
our eyes enthrall at it, as at eternity.

We see every night,
the kindred moon,
every night we glimpse forever,
we see it like a great ring of a pure
and endless radiant eclipse.

In our darkness,
all is chaotically calm, as it is midnight bright;
And round beneath it,
time in hours, days, years,
driven by the universal spheres,
like a vast shadow moved;
In which the world
and all her beauty were hurled
into our ebon hearts.

We watch the others walking
on their air of false grace and glory,
whose light doth try to trample on our
precious nights.

Their days, which are at best
but dull and pointless,
filled with brightly lit decay.

My darling dark angels,
I cannot send you alone into
the world of false light,
whilst I sit here
basking in the glittering night,
without placing a bloody kiss
upon your dewy smooth cheek,
and a sword bathed
in the blood of false angels,
into your fearless hands.

Go my family, the Angels of the crimson moon
and do what we do best…

Hunt, devour, teach, bring change, give without ego,
and love with the fierce, unquenchable,
dark fire of our nighttime world,
of our universe.

Here we are,
Babes of the moon,
Born now for all of you.
We are the faerie children,
We are brother and son,
We are sister and daughter,
We are mother and father,
We are the earth,
We are the water,
We are the air,
We are the fire,
We are compassion’s breath.
Our names are manifold,
Our name is Life.

~Julia DarkRose
©2013

The Vine

22 May

The Vine

I dreamed this earthly part of mine,   11329915_355830031277369_4846568505703915054_n
Was metamorphosed to a vine;
Which crawling, creeping, one and every way,
Enthralled my dainty Rose.
Me thought, her creamy, white, legs and thighs,
I with my tendrils did surprise;
Her belly, buttocks, and her slender waist,
By now soft nervelets were embraced.

About her head, I did hang, a writhing tangle of sensuality,
And with rich clusters (hid among the leaves)
her temples I behung,
so that my Rose seemed to me,
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthral:
So that she could not freely move,
(All her parts made prisoner).

But when I crept with leaves to hide those parts,
which she keeps unespied,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with that fancy I awoke;
And found (Ah me!) This flesh of mine,
More like a rock hard stock, than like a vine.
~Julia DarkRose
©2012

Light

11 May

Light
©Julia DarkRose 2015

Bearer of the false light,
Dead thing, evil, old and dried
Your foul skin be cast aside
And thus transformed to black fire.
Beneath your flesh of confusion,
DRJ Original Artwork 1995Behold your bones of that which is true:
Still all save one are false,
And must deceive where the spirit’s eye is shut:
Yet open now that eye
And the true bone shall rise.

 

Halls of blood where life has fled
Walls of bone that close you round
Break your reign,
Your yoke be shed.
Now, melt your anger
In tears of salt
Be turned to Dark Love
By my sweet scarlet salve.

Flesh lacking blood
Bone lacking flesh
Spirit lacking substance
Arise and be fed
Arise to bone and flesh and blood,
This night renewed by the dark Gospel’s food.

Fruit of ruby,
Pearl of blood
Red of Dark Love
the gift has been given…
Shall you waste and mourn your “loss,”
While we flourish in the purity of Darkness’ true sight?
A gall to our living flesh,
Forever your false verity
Mocked before our Darklight.
By the tribes of the moon,
You must choose…

O Nephalim wise
Thy flesh doth rise
To warm our Living Vampire’s bed
Where we shall be forever wed.
~Julia DarkRose

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