Tag Archives: religion

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

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Propelling Forward and Growing

18 Aug

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Propelling Forward and Growing

Excerpt from my book-Blood’s Truth-published last year:

Disclaimer (Page 7):

Believe what feels right for you, not what you are spoon fed or that which will allow you to be in good standing with the chosen clique (group, religion, cult, community) that will fulfill your need to be accepted. Believe that which opens your mind, all through your life, not just once, to possibilities that used to be beyond your imagination. Keep your power. Cultivate it, your power, and empower yourself with every breath you breathe. Try not to unknowingly give it, your power, to those who deceive others and themselves. Believe that which feels right for you and you alone. Believe that which propels you forward and allows you to grow and keep becoming whatever it is that you truly desire.

Try not to confuse “propelling forward and growing” with being controlled and manipulated into thinking you are moving forward in your life, indeed, that you are evolving. When in truth you’re actually only serving the selfish needs of others, you’re only becoming that which they desperately need for you to become, so that they can continue to live within their own delusions while you are actually stagnating.

Believe that which allows you to be all that you can and to live the best and most productive life possible. Live being the key word. A life for yourself and for those that you love can be full of beauty…it can be a wonderful adventure.

You choose.

End excerpt

 

With the possible exception of Buddhism (The jury in my mind is still out about living a life with Buddhism as your guide.) most of our unnecessary ego and violence and quite frankly, fears of, well, just about everything, would be eliminated if we, as a species, learn how to let go of the lies and learn how to really, I mean, really, think for ourselves. Many claim that they do…think for themselves, but, in truth, do not even know how.

While, in my opinion, the desire to create, on Earth, a perfect, violent-free Utopia, is backwards thinking, a Utopia, nonetheless, could start to flourish. All the bad and ugly and sad and destruction, that is a part of our Earth’s cycle of life, needs to still exist along with all the creation and beauty and compassion and love, that is also a part of our whole.

We, I have come to understand and have faith in, are born with all that we need to know. We are born with all the answers. We are, at this time, still too limited to be able to make heads or tails out of most of the truths that are borne inside of our DNA. However, that is not a valid reason to give up, to stop reaching higher and transcending as high as our given lineages will allow us to reach.

Any organized religion (or cult, which are one in the same), Social Media Groups relating to any kind of rules and doctrine that you MUST follow and NEVER question, any Communities online or offline, any formal gathering of Humans that try to dictate how you must live, in such a way, that you are truly only giving them glory (no matter how they disguise it with deities and other symbolic hooha) and really only buying into their delusions which I know, beyond any shadow of doubt (willing to stake my own life on this truth), have not a shred of evidence, that can be examined by all to back up one miserable edict and “ancient rites/philosophy/knowledge” that spews out of their liar’s tongues.

Gather knowledge…on your own. Be the last to speak, the last to give your opinion. Be the last to walk away. Be the last if need be to call out the liars users, megalomaniacs, the narcissistically ignorant,  or the empty Human vessels that will do anything to get you to pay them some attention.

Be the first to think for yourself. Be the first to not allow the fears Mankind has created out of his own ignorance and spoon fed to you, to guide your thoughts and actions. Be the first to NOT be a bystander. Be the first squash all of the true 7 Deadly Sins (Apathy, Cruelty, Duplicity, Hypocrisy, False Morality, Abuse of Power, and Cultivated Ignorance.), no matter the consequences you might have to endure. Be the first to do what is truly right, as we are all born with instinctive morality (obviously there are exceptions to this, no need to get your panties in a twist over it).

Be the first to be the last. Mankind is always fighting to be first in line. It is those of us bringing up the rear that will survive the imminent destruction brought to fruition by those at the front of the line.

~©2017 Julia DarkRose

 

 

 

 

Belief & Facts…Not the Same

3 Aug
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I agree with David G. Mcafee with regards to his stance on belief systems and everyone’s right to believe as they wish. I draw the line at that right when said belief systems, in one way or another, hurt those that the system claims to “save” or anyone else that happens to get in the way of that system.
 
I am not a supporter of any organized religion or belief system…not a single one. However, I will defend, to my death, the rights of anyone to believe as they choose to believe and live their life accordingly. Belief, to me, is borne from within. Period. There are not any outside influences. You, as a child, whether you are aware of it or not, know the truth of what you believe, long before the brainwashing starts (in most cases).
 
Our beliefs are only as good as our imaginations. Period.
Science, at least, admits that it is not the be all to end all. Science is an ever changing truth. Science evolves as we evolve. Science seeks truth rather than dictates it.
 
I watch science. I adhere to most sciences and their truths thus far. Most of all, I look within and act accordingly.
 
All organized religions and/or systems of belief-christianity, Satanism (I do NOT need to be schooled in Satanism, at all. I agree with many of its tenets. So, back off), Luciferianism, Judaism, Islam, whatever the ORGANIZED system of belief might be…JUST SAY NO!
 
Learn to trust that which lives inside of you.
Meh, or don’t. Like I said, I will always defend Mankind’s right to believe as he wishes. I will NOT defend Mankind’s right to hurt anyone based upon those beliefs. Period.
~©Julia DarkRose 2017

Show Me the Truth!

24 Jul

Show Me the Truth!

And this is what has always truly mattered, to me. I don’t give a rat’s ass about your metaphysical studies, your Occult lessons and mysteries, your vampire hooey, your holier than thou imagined status, your “link” to the underworld and “demons” or whatever..I know, without any doubts, that your real life actions, how you treat others and what you choose to do in this world and with your life…is the truth of the ALL of the EVERYTHING, of the UNIVERSE that resides within and all around.
Julia DarkRose 2014/2017

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The Real 7 Deadly Sins

17 Jun

My video is not perfect & it’s too long. However, I believe that it is worth unleashing your mind and giving it a go. Thank you kindly.

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 The unequivocal truth about the world we have created and inhabit.
I do not own the rights to the music or any of the images used in the making of this video unless otherwise specified.
©DarkRose Productions

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO49iW-BbLk

Five O’Clock

1 Jun

Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2014
By Julia DarkRose Ray

*An edited re-post of a recent prose of mine.*
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Five o’clock

It is five o’clock.
The fiery star begins his descent.
I think of all the hands
that are pulling down dingy shades
in a thousand, unremarkable furnished rooms,
bereft of any remarkable life.
I am aware of the damp souls of house maidens
waiting despondently at the door, smiling
and welcoming comfortable companions home,
while their passions flame is slowly extinguished.
Upon the glazen shelves of their abode,
are echos of their own life,
too many unrealized dreams,
written by ardent, burning souls.

My laughter tinkles among the teacups.
My laugh is like an irresponsible child.

Swaying now in the wind like a field of ripe corn,
I stand on the highest stair of her pavement,
lean on the garden urn-calling to her.
I weave, weave, weave,
the fading sunlight of the flameless maidens hair.
Oh my sweet night, she is but as simple and faithless
as a smile and a shake of the hand.

She knows only
A heap of broken images,
where the sun beats fierce and merciless,
And the dead tree gives no shelter,
the cricket no relief,
and the dry stone no sound of water.

There is shadow under the red rock,
I beckon to her, come in under the shadow of this stone,
and I will show you something different from either
your shadow at morning striding behind you
or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you your fear in a handful of dust.

Come with me, my sweet soul.
Or forever be a shape without form,
shade without color,
A paralyzed force,
gesture without motion.
Between the idea
and the reality,
between the pantomime
and the act
that falls to umbra.

I shall remember her,
as a child full of fear
and imagined grace,
I shall remember her,
if at all-
not as a lost violent soul,
but only
as a hollow husk.

And so,to her, in a sanguine whisper,
I utter,
terminate your torment
of love unsatisfied,
of life unfulfilled.
Where shall the truth be found,
where will the truth resound?
Not here, not in the false light of day,
there is not enough silence.

Come with me into the sable forest,
if you can bare the reality.
Our footfalls shall echo in the memory of life
down the passage which you were too scared to take
towards the door you have never opened,
into the night blooming garden,
that you have never seen.

Shall she follow me?
Shall she walk with me?

In my garden…
Garlic and sapphires in the mud
clot the bedded axle-tree.
The trilling wire in the blood
sings below inveterate scars
and reconciles forgotten wars.

At the still point of the beautiful night,
neither flesh nor fleshless.
Sudden in a shaft of moonlight
even while the dust still moves
there rises the hidden laughter
of children in the foliage,
the children of the Crimson Moon.
Quick now, here, always-
Dance! Laugh! Sing! Be the beast!

In my beginning,
in the Dark,
stretching before and after.
The time of the seasons
and the constellations.
The time of milking and the time of harvest.
The time of coupling of man and woman,
and of our beasts.
Feet rising and falling,
eating and drinking.
Dung and death.

In the beginning there was darkness.

It’s five O’clock,
the sun sets now.
We have risen.
We are the new light,
We are the Darklight.

And one last time I say to her,
Come, my sweet child,
for my ravings on this windy night,
shall never echo in your ears again.

It is five O’clock,
where do you want to be?
Who do you want to be?

The church bells ring…
It’s five O’clock.

~JDR

The Viper’s Tongue

19 May

Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2014
By Julia DarkRose Ray

The Viper’s Tongue

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Oh, that viper tongue that doth tempt and soothe the brain with its lies and delusions.
That diseased tongue shall rise and wind its glittering coils
about your feverish fears again and again,
you look into their ‘clear’ hypnotic eyes;
Oh how they ‘confess’ their power firmly and without fail.
How they will turn on you and tease, how they will
charm you with that false wit and wisdom, under their will
to consume and dominate, to bind you with their filth.

May you, my dears, stare them down and hold them still:
Breathe back out their contagion,
Slice off their liars tongue,
Stuff it down their cancerous throat,
Be fearless and bathe them in the erotic purity
of the truth:

“ True knowledge I have
while thou hast none,
I can make songs
beyond thy tongue;
All of thy offerings
are now first mine:
I keep my spirit
and need not thine.
I am truth,
I fly freely through the air.
Horns of velvet.
feathers many,
pure and essential as water,
red as flame-
shed thy blood
and sign my name.”

~JDR

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