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My 31 Days of Hallowe’en~Music Video

2 Oct

My 31 Days of Hallowe’en

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My 31 Days of Hallowe’en

Thank you, kindly.

~Julia DarkRose

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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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Sylvan BÜRÖK!

16 Sep

Please welcome the first character from Gothic FaerieTales to come to life…

The Guardian of Twisted Hollow: Sylvan BÜRÖK!

 

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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.*

Broken?

2 Aug

Broken?

 

Broken

All that we know and all that we understand has the potential to be broken…all. In knowing this, whether or not humanity has a deeper understanding of it or not, why do you (we) fight for, sacrifice for, endure for, feel pain for, self-doubt for, abuse and be abused for, and even die for, that which can (and for almost everyone, at some point) and will be broken?

I know why I do it. Do you know why you do it?

Once broken, it (whatever that might be) can never be put back together the way that it was before. Sometimes, once it is broken, we can pick up some of those pieces and create something new, something stronger, yet, even then, it will still have the ability to break, again.

So, why do we do it?

Is creating something new out of the broken, better? Is it stronger, or rather, does it have the potential to be stronger, to be, in some ways, superior? Is that which breaks, an inevitable circumstance/lesson in life without which we can not truly reach our fullest and probable inherent meaningfulness? Without the broken, is the apex of our transcendence truly possible?

I know why I do it. Do you know why you do it?

Do you even know that real happiness fills us with sadness and tears?

Do you even really know how beautiful your face truly is?

I know. Do you know?

~©Julia DarkRose 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

Endarkment-Revised 2017

26 Jul

Endarkment
By Julia DarkRose
©2015/2017

 

Photographer: Jill Krueger, for ‘The DarkRose Journal’ photoshoot in 1995, I think, or thereabouts.

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People are people because they’re miserable bastards…
Without misery, despair, and hardship, humanity would have no point, nothing to strive for, to overcome…humanity would truly self-destruct, even faster then they are now.
Just saying…

On the flip side-
The nature of life is passion. Passion is the total sense of being alive in every fiber of our being. It is a heightened awareness, and the ability to feel at peace and intense at the same time. A sense of ourselves as a rhythmic flow in harmony with the flow of the universe. This is what comes from true endarkment.

The endarkment (A word I created in 2000, while my now defunct House, Sable Brahmin, was a part of the Sanguinarium) consciousness means conscious growth, conscious life, means becoming wiser, more fulfilled, more powerful (power is subjective, think empowered), more intelligent, and happier as you become one with the endarkment of the divine source.

Endarkment is the lover, the loving and the beloved all in one-love and the self are one and the discovery of either is the realization of both.

The universe, the divine, the self…Are all encompassing of that which we call the human animal.

It makes no difference what you choose to have faith in, what gods or goddesses you believe you draw power from. The truth, as I know it, is simply that whatever higher consciousness exists, it is so far beyond our own capability of understanding and imagination that just knowing a higher “power” exists and may or may not even know of our existence, matters not, to me. People can only understand what their minds allow them to imagine. To give deities, spirits, angels, gods, goddesses, demons, or whatever your choice of focus is, all the best and worst of the human condition, is, of course, what humanity does best and then, more often than not, builds their life and their childrens lives and so forth and so on, around said imagination. In the end, to me, I see no difference (the violence and hatred derived from organized religions and/or cults aside) in believing in what the human imagination conjures forth or accepting that the higher intelligence is far beyond our grasp of understanding and to simply choose to be a worthwhile being upon this planet of ours, without the promise of reward for doing so.

This understanding, to me, is a vital part of endarkment.

The body is the supreme temple of transformation, the place where all the forces of the Universe gather to be channeled and transformed into a higher integral order of nature and “spirit”…

Sexuality is not what separates us from enlightenment. Sexuality is an inherent quality of our earth experience which merges us into enlightenment (endarkment for some)…

The earth, our world, is its own magic!

Why are the so called enlightened and/or awakened people, always looking for the truths of our Universe outside of their bodies? Why are they always looking everywhere except the one place where their answers lie…inside of them? The truths which they seek, the enlightenment they desire, is not outside of the physical, it is alive within the physical body…the answers are so simple…really.

You cannot, I repeat, you cannot reach or perceive any other realm, you cannot reach or perceive transcendence without your physical body. You can only perceive/experience a “spiritual” realm with your mind, which is…a part of your very physical body. It’s not any kind of pseudoscience or physics or metaphysical hooey, it’s common sense.

It’s not enough to merely exist. It’s not enough to merely be alive. It’s the fire of life that burns within, and that ignites the fiery blaze of passion that changes us from an entity that is simply being, to one that is a being of abundance and meaning.

I open my arms for all creatures who wish to share in the fiery passions of the night, who,like the night-time butterfly, feel that a coterie of kindred spirits would be a welcome relief from the uncertainty and harsh unforgiving false love and lies of the day light world, as it goes skittering by.

The flames of passion burn deeply in all of us. You just have to want to feel the warmth of it’s embrace.

Welcome to my Darklight…

Into The New DarkLight

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 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!
~Julia DarkRose
©2015/2017

*What does your endarkment (enlightenment) consist of?*

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