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“Look at me!”

18 Mar

“Look at me!” Look at me!”
“Please, someone look at meeeeeee!”

I understand our need to be recognized on some level that allows us to feel validated, in whatever way we need it, that validation, to work. What I am communicating to everyone, about the constant barrage of media that reach out for me almost weekly, is simply this:

I firmly believe that the world does NOT need another article, live interview, documentary,book, or any form of media, when the end result being conveyed to the world is this…
“MILF Who Drinks Human Blood by the Gallon from Her Army of Slaves!”
Nope. Nope. Nope.

I am not doing it anymore. Now, I say this every couple of years, for the last 20 years or so, I know. While I will make exceptions for a few people and their worthy shows, for the majority of media, unless they are going to discuss with me my artistic alchemy and how I am earnestly trying to help transcend our world, one creature at a time…then, no.

However, some of us, only know how to live the fuck out of this gift of life we have and wear our constant transformations on our sleeve, so to speak….Ergo the teeny tiny, sliver of a visual trip through my entire being of transformation…I hope this helps those who might need it.

I have just too much life, lol, seriously! No way to include it all here visually! But, still, I am hopeful that this post will speak to those who need it.
Thank you, kindly. 
Sincerely,
~Julia DarkRose Caples
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Here for your reading pleasure, or not, is the thirteenth re-post of two of my favorite and what I believe to be, most endarkening (enlightening) works of my literary alchemy.

Do You Truly See Me?
By Julia DarkRose
©2014

I know, in this very moment of fluidity,
of the seemingly endless cycle of time,
I know what lies beyond my door.
I went into the darkness so I can shine.
Within my liquid darkness, I am the Darklight.
Most people spend their lives thinking that they are afraid to die.
When, in truth, I believe that they are truly afraid to live…

Over the mountains and over the waves,
Under the fountains and under the graves;
Under floods that are deepest, which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest,
My crimson love will find out the way.

With a burning spear, and a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I’m summoned beyond the wide world’s end.

From the wicked hags and hungry goblins
That into bloody rags would rend me,
And from the spirit that stands
by the unawakened, naked man,
I rise above thee,
And fight for a better day.

In the book of Moons, there you will find,
Written in The Mothers own blood,
My name…Daughter of Truth.

Love not me for only comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part.
No, love me too for my valiant spirit
And my constant loving dark heart.
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Excerpt from
Chapter Five of “Blood’s Truth”
Copyright 2016
Julia DarkRose Caples

Chapter Five
A Living Vampire,
Religion and Spirituality
not (necessarily)included

As I walked out one evening, I looked over Man’s shoulder
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.
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.

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 diversions done in the sight of heaven.”

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 truly do not want;

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.
95
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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

 

 

 

 

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.*

Spectre

24 Jul

Property of DarkRose Productions
© Julia DarkRose 2014
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Spectre

How shall you cease from drowning from within your spiritual sleep?
Where you have taken refuge in deep silence?
Doth deception already rouse you with its musical treachery?
No, the spectre has naught to do with melody or song.
It is a malignant sound, a ghost of sound,
an echo of some heedless laughter you have known-
yet where is your laughter now that lies are revealed?
Yours is the sound of hurtful noise changed to stone,
and warmth to frost, and false fire to reflection:
O fearful ghost!

You are but…

Scourge of the enslaved,
Doom of freedom,
Egg of the serpent,
Web of the spider,
Servant of lies,
Lamp of delusion
Beacon of indecency,
Bearer of erroneous power,
Broken crystal of knowledge,
Mirror of madness
You are not redemption.

In truth, you are self-damnation.
Why do you adore the spectre?
In truth, you should abhor thee.
Oh how you rejoice in your “awakening,”
oh how you, that are bound and gagged, crawl from
the beautiful music of truth,
to be embraced by deceptions comforting.

Warm is the dark kiss that will break your brainwashed soul,
bound in your desolate web, trying to set yourself free;
Dying in formless, cold flame, now try to learn to live:
If you hold fast to your frail thread,
your last false light shall never be shed.
Ghost, and ghoul, Banshee of filth,
What matter is it if you feed that evil:
Can it not be a beauteous beast,
are you not better for beauty still?
Oh my, yes, let yourself be well betrayed
and led to death by discordant singing
where no sting blinds, no pain astounds,
and even in anguish, no voice sounds.

Shatter your mirror of madness
Live free and fearless!
The moon has risen,
she is here to bear a mirror
for your altered face.
Look through the spectre
and into the darklight.

Drink from the sanguine well,
quench your parched spirit.
Part your lips and blow…
Blow that spectre far, far away.

~©Julia DarkRose 2014/2017

Social Media

23 Jul

Bloody FB Like

‘A newbie to social media’
Definition: If I may borrow a line from one of my favorite movies,
“Fresh meat for the beast.”
~Julia DarkRose

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