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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.

DRJ Photoshoot 1995

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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An Unmasking…Of Sorts

18 Jul

2017-07-18-14-10-41   20134826_648766748650361_1400286706_n-01IMG_20170718_140625_248 1   On my road tripIMG_20170718_135903_329 from Colorado to Pennsylvania, I stopped in Nebraska to visit with my mother. Even though my mother is in her late 80’s, she looks to be in her late 60’s and is just as healthy as she looks. She is full of life. Still, she is at a point in her long, well-lived, life, that she feels the need to give away many of the objects that she holds so very dear and near to her soul. Among these objects, are many, many, photographs. Of which, she gave me boxes full of memories.

Upon looking at these reflections of shadow and light, it became quite clear to me that, I, too, wore a kind of mask for living my life, until the ripe old age of 26, in 1994, when I created, published, and launched, The DarkRose Journal. A, at the time, stand alone magazine, that would become my legacy and, as I have been told, a legacy for the vampire community.

While looking back upon the visage that caged my truest essence, I do not feel regret, or sadness or anger or shame. I feel gratitude. I feel honored to have been Her, to have known Her, to have learned from Her. I feel more alive than I ever have. Each moment that “ticks” by is not filled with forlornness, or desperation for what came before. No. Each moment that ticks by is a reminder of all that I have lived and all that I still have yet to experience and share with and upon this beautiful sphere of madness and magic.

Perhaps my mask did not fall away, or was taken off to reveal my truth, my real face, but, was instead, absorbed by my truth, by my Draconian DNA, by my deepest darklight.

Here, in this blog post, I present to you, Julia DarkRose, seen by many, but only known by a few. I present to you, an amazing girl who did more than survive, She became, indeed, keeps becoming, the Dragon of Her forefathers.

These photographs represent my life from 1990 to 1994.

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©Julia DarkRose 2017

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