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Morality By Any Other Name

29 Oct

Giving your ideals, code of ethics, morality, belief system, and so on and so forth, a name, a label, an organized system of rules, rewards, and punishments, does NOT in any way make it more true and/or more solid and helpful for the general human condition than not having said labels, rules and dogma.

Mankind’s need for answers and a safety net for when we feel lost, alone, broken, frightened, scared of our next journey after earth (whatever that consists of), or humanity’s need of justification for their greed, immorality, selfishness, apathy, cultivated ignorance, hypocrisy, abuse of power, and so on, is, at its core, at least I think so, the reason for, what I believe, to be the useless labeling of belief systems, the counterproductive edicts set forth by those we give power to, under the guise of societal control so that we can all live safely within said society, is, simply put, bullshit on a worldwide scale.

Beyond organized religions, beyond communities and/or social media groups, beyond governments, beyond the arts, beyond philosophy, even beyond the holy grail of all the sciences, what the mass majority of  those of us who recognize the truth of the All, the truth of simply being and becoming, the truth that we are simply life, unremarkable within the universal continuum of what life consists of yet remarkable within our own understanding of what life on Earth consists of, 

   Nope, it is not any more true or helpful or useful, or life-altering, to live your life based on dogma and rules borne from Mankind’s need to control, then those of us who choose to NOT label, to not organize, to not use it as an excuse, for anything…for those of us who simply choose to listen and embrace the beautiful and the ugly of our world, of our being, and of the All that is in every breath we breathe.

   So… Get off that super high horse that you’re sitting atop and fall down onto the dirt of our Mother and baptize yourselves in Her mud and drink from her veins the very blood of Her life force… Be Nature. Be who you know you’re meant to be. Not what a bunch of rules, rewards, and punishments dictate.
~©2016 Julia DarkRose Caples

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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

My 31 Days of Hallowe’en~Music Video

2 Oct

My 31 Days of Hallowe’en

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My 31 Days of Hallowe’en

Thank you, kindly.

~Julia DarkRose

Samhain Evensong

30 Sep

Samhain Evensong

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I wrote this prose about an hour ago. This was inspired by the creation of my new Hallowe’en video for 2017, that will be released for public viewing, midnight tomorrow!

Until then, here is a peek at my new Hallowe’en Season prose, inspired by my current Artistic Alchemists creation.

Thank you for taking a moment to read my thoughts translated into a painting made out of words.

Side note: Many readers have mentioned that because I usually write my prose in a mixture of olde english and modern english, that they have trouble following along. I do not see it that way, at all. There are also just as many readers that do not have any problem deciphering my prose. I did, however, tone the mixture of olde and modern down a bit. Since the publication of my book-Blood’s Truth-I have a rather large number of new readers. So, for their sake, I toned it down. I do believe, however, that the story of Autumn that is told through this prose, is easy enough for most to unravel and, hopefully, find dark delight within.

Respectfully and quite Appreciative,
~Julia DarkRose Caples

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Samhain Evensong
© Julia DarkRose 2017

O spirit of illuminated night,
Spectre of blinding sun,
Web of the Darklight,
Sea of Wisdom’s reflection,
Mirror of madness,
Bringer of visions,
Shall we rejoice with thee in this season of change…
in this harvest of death?
Or shall we fly from thee into the comforting arms of Springtide?

The mind must split.
The marrow must chasm.
The blood must curdle.
The heart must cease.
The flesh must rot.

Elixir’s fade and potions fail.
The sweet, thick red wine, changed to foul, thin water.
The river of bright blood is dried upon the skin.

Art thou redemption?
Art thou damnation?
Shall we adore thee?
Should we abhor thee?

Beneath the skin of confusion,
Behold the bones of that which is true:

Human sheath lacking blood,
Bone lacking husk,
Spirit lacking bone.
Arise and be fed.
Arise to bone and flesh and blood.
This Samhain night,
Renewed by the dark gospel’s food.
Nevermore to thirst for mine,
Nor on my living limbs to dine.

Silver Serpent,
Silver Spider,
A mirror for our altered face…
We live again,
And we are so very fair!
The moon has risen and swayed the crimson tide.
In her dazzling Darklight,
The dead live again!
All are bewitching in her glimmer.

Bound within the alabaster web, be free;
Dancing in formless flame…
Now, live!

Maddened where madness is joy,
Hold fast to this frail thread,
Until the last of moonlight’s veil has been shed.

O moon, faeries glory, ghosts, and ghouls,
Art thou a beateous beast?
And are we not better for midnight’s beauty still?
Better her dance of bedazzled death,
Her passionate throes,
Than stillness in the grave.

Dance, dance, dance, in patterns of her fantastical, vibrating, change,
These decaying rags made whole,
Risen in her fevered, flaming, Cimmerian shade.
All our senses wear her infinite bright shadow,
Our cloak, forevermore…

Beneath the skin of confusion,
Behold the bones of that which is true:

We awaken fully, into a frenzy of bestial desires.
Once creatures, trapped by the burning sphere of daylight,
We gnawed at our house of flesh.
Ravaged by Night’s Mistress,
Old as the black nothing that does not end…

All that was dead is not dead.

The spirit is an inferno.
The spirit is eternal.
The spirit is one spirit-The spirit of all spirits.
And that One holds the Fire of the Cosmos.

Breathe now,
And so shall the Cosmos breathe,
And of its own breath shall the Cosmos be made anew.

Beneath the skin of confusion,
Behold the bones of that which is true:

Merry New Year!
The Darkness is upon us!
Rejoice!
Blessed is this, our Evensong…
Happy Samhian!

~Julia DarkRose

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Sylvan BÜRÖK!

16 Sep

Please welcome the first character from Gothic FaerieTales to come to life…

The Guardian of Twisted Hollow: Sylvan BÜRÖK!

 

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What the Heck is Going On?

7 Sep

What the Heck is Going On?

First up, my finished, yet continuously updated, website:

www.rosewytchmedia.com

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Next, is my current project, the second edition of my book, Blood’s Truth, published last year, titled: A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies

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Also on my list of current projects:

The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped: The Southern Gothic Issue 7

 

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And now the final piece of my daily Artistic Alchemy~Gothic FaerieTales

Introducing, for the first time, anywhere, and in their truest incarnation…the Fae of Twisted Hollow!

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Stay tuned for more…oh my, so much more.

Thank you kindly.

~Julia DarkRose Caples

Paranormal Radio

22 Aug

51 Areas Paranormal Talk Radio

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I am booked to be on this radio/podcast show September 22nd, the Autumnal Equinox. You will want to tune in and listen. I never disappoint. Hehehe, many of you are already well aware of this fact.  Julia FB Profiles Pics Halloween 2017

Thank you kindly for your brief attention.
~Julia DarkRose Caples

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