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Hallowe’en 2016

9 Aug

My Hallowe’en video from 2016. I am working on the new one for 2017, as I type this. Ignore the glaring typo…”Hallowe’en 2017.” I am as imperfect as they come. 
Thank the Universe. 
Enjoy…I hope.
~©2017Julia DarkRose  

Video Link…Hallowe’en 2016

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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

Imperfect

2 Aug

Imperfect

“If art is to truly imitate life, then by the imperfect nature of life, it,  humanity’s art, must then, too, be imperfect.”

~©Julia DarkRose 2017

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*I could not find the photographer’s name for this photo. However, it is clearly watermarked on lower right corner of photo. I in no way have any rights to this photograph.*

Your Endless Whining…

29 Jul
Everyone else may now stop their endless whining about how difficult their life is…

Everyone else may now stop their endless whining about how difficult their life is…

I obviously know, up close and personal, how difficult and devastating life can be. However, after reading the following story, I feel that my own belief that my life is unbelievably awesome and full of the best blessings, ever, no matter how it might look to those on the outside looking in, has been validated by Courtney’s story.

Not just because she has had to learn one of the hardest life lessons…ever…that one should not build a life around how they look on the outside, but should, instead, continuously focus on and build up their fire and passions for living, from within. But, also, because, she had to find out, in the most horrific way imaginable, that most people marry or become life partners, not because of who the person truly is, but because of the chemical reaction between both beings. A chemical reaction that is mostly temporary, and alters once the object of your desire, has, in some way, been physically altered. Whether through, weight gain/loss, or, worst-case scenario, skin melting off from their face.

Yes, yes, I get it. Your life is hard. But seriously? Is what most of us go through, which consists of the much needed obstacles that the Universal Continuum throws at us so that we can continue to evolve and keep becoming the pinnacle within our physical life, of what we can become….really, I mean, really, that devastating?

Come on everyone, It is the ride of our lives that matter, not the end result. So, buckle up, buttercup…it is a very bumpy ride. Look at Courtney….seriously, count your blessings, or whatever label you choose for all the wondrous beauty that actually is your life.

Thank you kindly.

*FOR FUCK’S SAKE…NO ONE DARE COMMENT, HOW HORRIBLE IT IS BECAUSE SHE WAS SO PRETTY!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!!*

Thank you kindly.
~© 2017 Julia DarkRose

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

The DarkRose Journal YouTube Channel

1 Jul

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBH8hJSiCxJoC9iRfUx1STg/feed?view_as=public

DarkRose Journal Cover Art

http://www.darkrosejournal.net

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