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Inspired

2 Aug

Inspired

Vase for Joseph

Took a break today from my current writing projects and made this vase and dried Lily stem for my fiance, Joseph.

This is what inspired my quote about Art earlier today. This vase is so imperfect that I find it closer to beautiful than a vase crafted by the most renowned artisan that fetch’s a price of millions of dollars and is adored by all simply because it is a piece of “perfect” craftsmanship.

Truly, for me, the imperfect, the scarred, the dirty, the unholy, the broken…this is where I find truth, passion, strength, and beauty, within the human spirit wrapped up in imperfections and bleeding flesh.
~Julia DarkRose Caples

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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

“Clean”

10 Sep

You can only be truly clean within your all so very human spirit by rising out of the filth of humanity….by embracing the soil and the beastliness and madness of our great Mother. You must be dirty to become clean…yet it is truly only when we are at our “dirtiest” that we are actually at our purest, at our, if you will, our “cleanest.”

My spirit is clean…for I embrace the beast from whence I came, for I embrace the madness within our Mother’s soil…for I accept the truth of my humanity…for I have not fallen prey to the illusion of a gods grace…I am the earth, the soil, the filth, the beast and I am so very fucking clean.

~Julia DarkRose

Words & Photograph ©Julia DarkRose 2014/2017

Savage Beauty

17 Feb

Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2014
By Julia DarkRose Ray
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Savage Beauty

This one thought keeps echoing in my head…fear prevents one from joining the fray of life, leaving only carrion while the brave carry off the choicest meats.

With that thought, I rise and howl. The hunt has begun…soon I will be drowsy and reveling in my blood-euphoria. The mere thought of my prey’s blood coursing through my body, being covered in their sanguine elixir…fucking my hunt then devouring them body and soul…is almost more than I can bare to think about without cum already dripping from my hot pussy.

Not yet…once more I go into the fray. Once more I hunt, devour, and become the glorious predator that nature has made…

I am a creature of the night. I am your most horrific nightmare and I am your most sensual dream.

I am on the prowl.

*Of course, now I only desire to hunt down my husband, my Devoted Blood.*

~JDR

Do You Truly See Me?

16 Nov

Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2013
By Julia DarkRose Ray
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Do You Truly See Me?

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,
dark 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…

Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, only love me for my valiant spirit
And my constant loving dark heart.

~JDR

When An Angel Speaks

18 Jun

This is ridiculous, all the nonsense going on in the OVC/VC over Julia DarkRose doing what needs to be done! If you would/could just open your mind’s eye for just a moment so that you can truly become ‘awakened’ like you claim, you would be able to understand what so many others already do about DarkRose…

By Devoted Blood, 6/18/13
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When An Angel Speaks

Spoken with intelligence and a voice exquisite as a craved lovers embrace, words on this page, in The DarkRose Journal Zine, in all of her writings and spoken words, are of experience, witnessed truths, freely given honesty and dark guidance.

Immured within, a story. A true story of life told by lamentations and suffering, of pain and Passion, memories, mistakes, victories and losses. An aria of physical and emotional scars …the beginning of a “community”.

For so long deceivers have planted their seeds and laid their eggs. For some of you, that’s all you have ever known. No more. An enigma in an untrue abyss, a lone dark angel of salvation stands, showing you things thinly veiled that open eyes don’t always see. Open your mind and tear the veil. One by one false candles will extinguish leaving only true darkness. True blessed and bloody darkness.

Listen to these hard won, sacrificed for words, given to you from life’s experience and scars …not interpretations of vague books written and rewritten to keep up with changing times.
Are your thoughts and ideals what you believe or what someone else wants you to believe? Do you delude yourself so you can belong? Everyone wants to be part of something. Do you want to be a “vampire” so bad that you will blindly follow a changed and rearranged concept and definition? Look into your own eyes and admit what you truly see, apathetic mirrors tell no tales. You may see something rarely told but has always been conveniently hidden inside …TRUTH.

Here on the Journals pages, in the DRJ zine, on the DRJ website, or to DarkRose directly, all are welcome to speak their mind, share their beliefs, and most certainly agree or disagree with anything said. We just ask that you read and give serious thought about what is being said from one of the absolute original creators of this so called community. Absorb the words and tales of this beautiful Dark Angel who was at the forefront of the fight for many years, and intimately entwined with all the “hidden” actions most know little or nothing about.

I assure you that no amount of harassment, vile, unawakened behavior and petty reporting to the the Facebook gods will keep the truth from being told. Be strong and make up your own mind…

~By Devoted Blood

Unbound

18 Jun

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Unbound…

Oh, you want me to be quiet and go away? You want to squash me, do you? You are too cute, you can’t squash me into oblivion, because I’m not a bug! I’m a dark and beautiful nighttime butterfly…You can’t fly like me because you don’t have wings. You will never catch me…I’m truly free, unbound. You (The Herd, The clearly unenlightened/unendarkened) are chained to your deliberate lies, delusions and mythos. You haunt yourselves whilst I drink the precious ruby nectar from the spring of life. You know not how to fly, how can YOU squash me?

Keep trying though. Since I am darkness and beauty unbound, I can go everywhere. You, sadly cannot. Lies, delusions, manipulations, masks, complete and utter bullshit, are heavy chains. I extend my black wings to you, yet again…follow, if you can…Ah, freedom to fly, freedom to be the glorious creature nature intended for me to be, freedom to cause real change for our precious world… what a beautiful taste….

~DarkRose

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