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Amend

3 Aug

I still believe this to be true. I stand by my words and actions. When I evolve and gain wisdom through actually living, and I experience differently, than I am the first one to amend my previous thoughts, words, and actions.
Thus the truth of real transcendence.

I wrote these thoughts one year ago.

I amend my original thoughts about power (I originally wrote about true power in 2013)…

We are all free to love, hate, fight, be peaceful, abuse, be abused, to kill…every living human being on this planet has this freedom. No one being is more powerful than the other.

Only those with the most will are the strongest…physical appearance, strength of body (height, weight, and so on), none of these matter, truly.

So, who are you truly? Social media bullshit and propaganda set aside…can you summon your power at will? In real life there is not time to set your stage, to perform a ritual…to make believe. Real life is NOT a stage with the appropriate props and costumes that give the illusion/deception of your power/strengths/life.

There is only the moment, and in that moment you either have the power to call upon your minds will or you don’t.

My amendment:
“Appearances CAN be important, for many reasons. However, it would behoove humanity to remember that appearances are an illusion and all outwardly power is built upon illusion.”

~©2017 Julia DarkRose Caples 
*Images are from my book-“Blood’s Truth.”

Disclaimer from the First Edition of Blood’s Truth-

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This tome of life experience is dedicated to plumbing the depths of knowledge,
passions and truths of what it means to be a superior human (reference the Foreword for a definition of such a human), a creature of honour, loyalty, universal love and of worth, through esoteric, exoteric and alternative realities, and through the arts. These do not include any manner of violent acts, kinkiness with unwilling parties, sexual
misconduct, exploitation of the young and/or innocent, or illegal activities of any kind,
even if the only aggrieved party might be a right wing extremist, a left wing extremist,
or a politician.

The fiery artistry of this book is of an informative, educational, historical, entertaining,
or satirical nature. Those who do not enjoy ‘Blood’s Truth’ and do not wish to expand
their understanding of the world in which they live, and/or broaden their horizons by
exploring or reading about alternative lifestyles, factual history, and proven
sciences that this book describes, should simply put it down and not read the damn
thing. Knowledge of alternative lifestyles, hidden history, and a misunderstood
evolution are meant only for those who desire it, and is not meant to be foisted
upon any unsuspecting parties.

We do not practice evil (which is subjective
anyway), encourage anarchy, or think people should wear fishing hats to
funerals-although we defend the rights of people to do any of these.
All those people out there who have such lonely lives and so much free time on their
hands that they think they should care what books other people read, what
movies they watch, and which Gods (if any) they worship should just shut the
hell up and try to develop some kind of life of their very own. So, there.

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Lastly and certainly the crux of our exploratory narrative, of our ‘Blood’s Truth,’ is this simple yet mostly overlooked verity, at least this is our, mine and Ludavik’s, truth…
No one is qualified, not truly and unequivocally, to tell you who and what you are., what you are suppose to believe. Most certainly not Social Media or anyone you communicate with on said media, not your parents/family, religion, not any kind of group and/or community, so on and so forth…most certainly not Ludavik Valentine or Julia DarkRose.

We, as well as everyone else mentioned and then some, might, or most likely will, have our own opinion about you and what/who we think you are, which is, given human nature, quite natural. However, there are far too many people, individuals and groups, that claim “wisdom of the mighty Elders, or wisdom of that which is sacred and most high,” or whatever the case may be, (claiming that you have achieved a higher state of being, of wisdom, is in and of itself a telling sign of someone who has not applied their life knowledge gained from their experiences as wisdom, just a 411) that will tell
you who and what you are, what/who they need for you to be so that their place in this world has some sort of meaning for them, some kind of order and control, so their lives will seem, for them, to be of import, to be of real substance, to have impetus, without any true understanding of how those worthwhile and all too human needs actually come into fruition. Some do it maliciously while most do it out of cultivated ignorance.

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 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 beyond your imagination. Keep your power, cultivate it, 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, 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. A Life for yourself and for those that you love can be full of beauty, it can be a wonderful adventure.

 

~©Julia DarkRose 2016/2017

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

Simple

2 Aug
Always, always, see, understand, & embrace the simple first. Why? Because, as far as I have lived and experienced…the simple is the truth, of most everything.
Certainly of the ALL.
Indeed…Yes.
Julia DarkRose 2017
*I do not own the video or any of its contents. All copyright belongs to The shins.*

Old Post From 2012-Awakening

20 Jul

Someone “Liked” my post from the- The DarkRose Journal- FB Page, from 2012. This makes me humbled and beyond appreciative.
Lol, this is so NOT metaphor. Just to be clear. 

Awakening 2012

Property of DarkRose and The DarkRose Journal, 2012

Awakening

I first saw her there, on the edge of the light.
She lived her life on the edge of the night.
She called to me, “Come, be set free.”
And I swear, the moon turned red–
“Open your eyes and try,” she said.

Her eyes were as deep as the night was long,
Her smile was sweet, and her will was strong.
“Come,” she bade, “don’t be afraid.”
And the blood ran to my head–
“Open your arms and feel,” she said.

Her touch was sure, and her breath was hot.
Her voice, demure–but her words were not.
Her nails dug in, went through the skin,
And the side of her breast ran red–
“Open your mouth and drink,” she said.

So now they look at me, and point and stare,
They say things as if I wouldn’t care.
Their prejudice shown against the unknown,
So afraid for their hate to be shed–
“Open your minds, and see,” I said.

©Julia DarkRose 2012-2017

The Dark-Re-Vamped

23 Aug

Just another excerpt from ‘The DarkRose Journal’ and the thoughts that occupy my mind. This excerpt is from the original DRJ from the early 90’s. Enjoy the dark pleasures…

The Dark
By DarkRose
© 1996

Re-published (But not re-written or edited) in Issue 5 of the DRJ-Re-Vamped
©2013
*Images are from issue 5-2013.*

It was dark…
So very, very, dark:
An envelope of darkness.

And it was warm…
So very, very, warm:
An envelope of warmth.

And the only sound
Was the distant, comforting murmur
Of the Great Being.

It was, in other words, a perfect place.

This is the opening of a short story* that describes the pre-natal comfort and security of the womb. This is how I feel about the Dark: warm, secure, comforting. I reflect in the irony that so many people are afraid of the dark-the literal as well as the abstract-when it was the dark in which we all lived so peacefully for those nine or so months. It was the glare and the harshness that caused us to first wish we had never been born; to wish we could retreat to whence we came; to go back into the Dark.
So we see that the body and the spirit have a natural affinity for the darkness. It is only through learned responses and the anti-dark prattle of others that we become fearful of the dark. We are told that the dark provides safe harbor for the evil and nefarious, that the dark obscures the truth, and that the dark is the last refuge of the weak of spirit. Nothing could be further from the truth.
We must start our understanding of the Dark by shattering the biggest misconception there is-that of the dark as a place of Evil. If being of the Light is necessarily good, so goes the argument, then being of the Dark is necessarily bad. Neither of these positions is accurate-at least not for everybody.
This idea stems from the human need to put things in two categories. Yes and No. Wrong and Right. Good and Bad. Black and White. Light and Dark. The problem is that there is not a person known who is totally good, or totally evil. We’re told that even Hitler loved children and animals; that even Jesus Christ lost his temper and promoted alcoholic beverages; and that even the Prince of Darkness is a perfect gentleman. Yet we seek a balance. An eye for an eye. A yin to a yang. A tit for a tat. Quid pro quo. And a Dark for a Light. Since most people see themselves as creatures of the light, and they further perceive themselves as good and worthy, which leaves the balance to fall to the dark, and thus is created a world of evil.
You stub your toe in the dark, the cat springs at your feet in the dark, you lose your way in the dark. That’s where the bogeyman lives, in the dark-and it must be true, because our parents said so. You shouldn’t wander the streets at night. Why? Because it’s late? No, because it’s dark. Light a candle, flip a switch, turn something on-dispel the dark!
In medieval times a solar eclipse was a portend of impending doom. Even a dark cloud passing in front of the sun at the wrong moment could brand someone a witch. In the darkness there is the Unknown, and the human animal is by nature terrified of the unknown. Beyond these seas there be dragons, the cartographers warned. Beyond the dragons, there be the edge of the world. And once you fall off the edge of the world, there be eternal darkness. Magellan finally put a stop to that, but his crew kept a wary eye out for dragons anyway!
The Unknown. The Dark is the perfect metaphoric hiding place for all that we do not understand. Our fears. Our biases. Our hatreds. And most of all, that part of ourselves that we do not wish to examine in the bright light. Yes, my dear friends, the Dark is the ultimate scapegoat; the repository of our sins, real and imagined. But just as one can clean out the cobwebs of a spooky old attic and then enjoy the treasures that are revealed, so can we all learn to if not love, then at least appreciate the dark.
But is it true? Is there evil there? Some. There are deceitful spirits and lost souls and a certain amount of karmic dredge. But there is much more of that in the Light. The contemptible con man that cleans out his victim’s bank account does so with a pressed suit and an engaging smile, not with a black hood and mask. The church goer sings long and loudly in the pew as sunlight streams through the stained glass window, then rushes out to bed his neighbor’s wife. The perfect housewife dumps out a half gallon of milk exactly on the due date, then snorts in derision as she passes a homeless family on the street. And it’s all done by the good and pure people of the Light. Jeffrey Dahmer was the boy next door. Ted Bundy wad the Boy Scout next door. John Wayne Gacy was the clown next door. Tit for tat. Quid pro quo.
So instead of being turned away by the perceived evil of the dark, let’s look to see what else there might be in there. We’ve admitted that it’s hard to see in there, so let’s step in long enough to let our eyes grow accustomed. As the pupils dilate, so let the mind open and expand. Let the senses be aware. Let the soul be eager.
Let’s imagine a scenario. It is somewhere around the year 1200. We’re in England-a scary place at that time, until you realize the rest of the world is even scarier. Power and position come much more swiftly at the point of a sword than the nub of a pen. The local sheriff is subservient to the Earl, and enforces the law as it is convenient and handy. To get from one town to another, one must walk-only the rich have horses. And to walk on these roads is to take your life in your hands. Bands of outlaws have free reign outside the gates of the city, and are eager to relieve a passerby of their purse and their life. The outlaws live in the thick forest; since by their outlaw status, they are denied citizenship. Thus the forest is a place of the Unknown. Evil lurks there. The forest is the Dark. Beyond these woods there be dragons. Beyond these dragons there be death.
Everyone has his or her place in the pecking order. Peasants serve craftsman, serfs serve knights who serve nobility who serve the king. Everything in the system works until someone decides that they don’t wish to be a part of the accepted system. Maybe they feel they should be able to own land without having the royal blessing; maybe they feel they should be able to have authority without having a noble lineage; maybe they feel they should be able to worship according to their own belief system rather than that of the powerful Church. Whatever the reasons, these people feel slightly apart from the norm. They are independent. They are the exception, rather than the rule. They cluster in small groups of like-minded souls, finding solace in the very few who also wish to chart their own course. They realize they can’t continue living in the city, because the city is very intolerant of those who are intolerant of the city. People hang for things like that. They want to go live in the forest, because there the city will leave them alone. But the forest is Dark, and in the Dark, there is evil.
This small band of society’s displaced ventures tentatively into the woods, keeping their eyes and ears open for the dangers that dwell there. They find a cave. It is dry and warm, but it is also dark. Their desperation finally overcomes their fear, and they move into the cave. It’s not bad. As a matter of fact, they become quite comfortable there. Other people hear about this new little sub-society in the forest, and the braver of them venture past their apprehensions and find the cave. They, too, find support there.
All of these formerly displaced people are now placed. They have found a home in the Dark. And they are making discoveries-the differences between their home in the Dark and their old residence in the Light. Now please don’t misunderstand me when I say that these people lived in the Dark. That doesn’t necessarily mean that they lived in actual darkness, that there was no light, and that they had to stumble around in an unseen void until their senses developed bat-like sonar. They used candles. They used lanterns. They built fires. They were artists and writers and mathematicians and scientists and scholars and parents and clerics and sellers and buyers and all the kinds of things that people of the Light are-and for these activities they had to dispell the physical darkness. They had to venture out of the cave to interact and commune with the world outside. They were bifunctional. They moved at ease in both worlds, when necessary. It’s just that for their personal growth and nourishment they preferred the Dark.
Why? Because the Dark is an incredibly sensual place. Their sense of being has become focused. Their senses of being have become sharpened. When they seek pleasures, they are rewarded with ecstasy. Intense touches, intense aromas, intense sights and sounds. They have never known an odor so fragrant and full-bodied, or a taste so fulfilling, or a sight so beautiful. They have never known an orgasm so full of love and so full of life.
They have discovered that the Dark, rather than serving to mask and deceive, does instead act as a filter. It forbids the invasion of the cluttered and confused. It intimidates the cowardly and short-sighted. It makes a barrier that the hypocrite and self-deceiver find hard to penetrate. The kindred spirits of Thoreau, Epicurus, and Dionysus make it past. Diogenes shines his lantern approvingly here.
The cave-dwellers, those disciples of the Dark, live in one with their surroundings. They love nature, for it is nature that has given them their safe haven. They do not wish to exploit their fellow denizen, because that is their family. They do not want to shut out that which is mysterious and incomprehensible, for it is there that new knowledge and discovery dwell. They sincerely wish to find their inner spirit, for that is their essence. They sincerely wish to find their other kindred, for with them is their past and their future. They learn to look at everything that comes their way with an appreciative and curious eye. In the Dark, things reveal themselves slowly, but once they are revealed, they are true and pure. It is only in the Light that there is a need for pretense and masquerade, for it is only in the Light that judgments are handed down based on surface rather than substance.
These cave-dweller citizens of the Dark were my ancestors. They were my family. I, was one of them. I watched from the safety of my cave as the outside world slowly turned increasingly to turmoil and destruction. I ventured out as necessary, for my life in the Dark better equipped me to deal with life in the Light. I was on to them, yet they were helpless and blind in my Dark.
I was then, I am now, and I will always be, a daughter of the Dark. Night* is my Mother. And, I, her faithful child continue to find solace within her dark embrace. My lover, my teacher, my immortal Mother opens her veins to me, and I drink. From her flows the blood of life. The blood of life washes my soul clean. I bathe in its sensuality and truth. I celebrate its wisdom and beauty.
It is time for all of Night’s children to come home. Our great immortal Mother longs to embrace her lost children with her black wings of endarkment. She longs to fill your mortal life with dark pleasure and love. She longs to teach your spirit the wisdom of the Dark. She patiently awaits for the return of her beloved and beautiful children.
Although my recollection of what came before is sometimes dim, my spirit most assuredly remembers the dark from whence it came. It recalls fondly the security and comfort that was found there, and it rejoices that I have found my way back.
I look out from the Dark with bright eyes, and my senses revel in its erotic purity. The Dark is home, and the home is Dark. Welcome to my home.

*From “Light at the End of the Tunnel” copyright 1985 by L.L. Hart
*Night, also known as Lilith, the Sumerian goddess of beauty, sexuality, and truth; in Judaism, the mother of darkness and demons.

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Liars Glory…

27 May

*Ninth re-post of some of my favorite pieces of dark artistry, written from the depths of all that I am.*

Liars Glory, Evil Ghosts, and Putrid Ghouls:
(Crimson Angels are Coming for You)                    BeFunky_10686705_1420218531601764_3374857211359016607_n.jpg
By Julia DarkRose
©2013

Now earth is earth
And earth is air
And earth is water
And earth is fire:
Let all go into thee
And all be thine
Let all arise from thee
And then be mine…

Oh luminous halo,
Crescent be full
And crystal fill:
Thus my eye,
My spirit and my heart,
And thus my will…

Scarab of the golden orb
Sweet death is now yours
New life has begun…

With oak I lead
That ash may follow
Also alder
Elm and willow
Cedar and locust
Hickory, larch,
Walnut, chestnut
Poplar, birch,
Beech and maple
Fir and pine:
All these powers
so be mine.

The dimness be lightened
The harsh be softened
The rank be sweetened
By the power of my divine…

North, South, East, West…
Spider’s web shall bind
The charlatans best.
East, West, north, South…
Hold their limbs and stop
Their mouth
Seal their eyes and
Choke their breath
Wrap them round with
Ropes of the true death.

White of bone
Dark of shade
Of dust and night
Spiritual death is made,
Death myself
Death my peer,
What I hold
I do not fear.
So bone to flesh
And sun to shadow
Death my dear
I give thee life,
To dissolve the false darkness
And the corrupted Light…

Bone to flesh
Shadow reborn
As death is mine,
It bears me life,
And confounds the deceptive hordes.

Flesh of the Darklight
Born of death and Darkness,
Give my will
Thy life and breath
Whither dry and shrink to dust
My heart and spirit
Shall feed upon
Their lying crust.
Oh you faithless,
Deceptive breed,
Your flight is now stayed
Your false wings bound,
Our cloud of fire
Cast thee back into the ground…

My spirit is a dark fire.
My spirit is eternal.
My spirit is one spirit–
The spirit of the Crimson Moon.
And our spirit holds the fire of the Cosmos.
Breathe here and now with me,
And so shall the universe breathe,
And of our own breath
Shall all and all and all,
be made anew.

“Thank You”

25 May

This is an excerpt of a “Thank You,” written by Johnny DB Crow for the first issue of The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped.

Property of DarkRose Productions
© Johnny DB Crow 2013
Julia DarkRose~Queen 1 Watermark
 Thank You DarkRose Journal

I can honestly say that I have the DRJ to thank for completely changing my life and very existence!
How you say?
Well, I will be glad to tell you…

I first discovered the DRJ as an advertisement in some long forgotten underground magazine back in 1995. Yes, 1995. We are all getting older. I wrote a letter to a Lady DarkRose, I assumed the person that wrote and published the magazine. Just a short letter introducing myself, inquiring about ordering information, price, etc. To my surprise, she went ahead and sent me a copy, a letter in her lovely script and scent (she always smells of roses) saying she trusted me to send payment and hoped that I enjoyed her magazine, a questionnaire to fill out and some DRJ flyers that I still have to this day.

I immersed myself into this incredible collection of beautifully written darkness, finding deep truths about myself. I learned that I wasn’t evil incarnate like I had been called all my life. There were others like myself and they weren’t hiding or denying who or what they were.
Leading, organizing, fighting and sacrificing for this group of like minded individuals (now the so called OVC) was this Lady DarkRose that trusted me enough to send her magazine at her own expense, assuming I was honorable and respectful enough to send payment, I was. Just from her words, actions and obvious passion for like minded kind, I knew that I loved this DarkRose and thought her beautiful. I filled out the questionnaire and returned it, which she still has today. In her next letter, DarkRose sent me a photo of herself and unfuckingholyshit! She was the most beautiful woman in the world!!! I was already in love with her just through her words and ideals, when I saw her, I saw my vision of absolute perfection I had always imagined and fantasized about.

*End Excerpt*

*These are his words, not mine. I have to emphasize (how sad that I feel I have to always include disclaimers) the fact that I didn’t write this about myself, lest I be accused of being a media whore, a narcissist, a glamour vampyre slut (who steals other women’s husbands/boyfriends) or a myriad of other untruths that people who actually feel unsatisfied with what they’ve allowed themselves to become and the life they have chosen to live, need to spew at me (Lol), without any valid foundation from which they draw upon these hate-filled fabled conclusions. smile emoticon… I am simply sharing but another person’s (one of many) gratitude for who and what I have chosen to become and for who and what I keep becoming, and my efforts to help others from that which I have already lived, and from that which I am living and will live.This was published in issue 1 of ‘The DarkRose Journal’-ReVamped copyright 2013.*

Thank you.
~Julia DarkRose

**This is a photo of one of the flyers I sent to Johnny DB Crow in 1995.*

Thank You DRJ
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