Day 43 of 100: We Meet Again

W.O.W... I logged back in to check the last posted date. It is exactly 4 years ago that I left you here with my writings, audios and visuals.. 

and DAMN I MISS YOU.

I recently, embarked on another 100 day challenge. This time, it was a workout challenge where I simply complete a workout a day for a 100 days and something told be that when I hit my 40th day, or so, I should go hunt down my blog and pick up from where I left off. I never thought I would be hitting the exact time I dropped off 4 years ago: July 26, 2016. I had to sit on this for a minute. It is July 27, turning into 28 of 2020... 

We are truly connected in these interdimensional cycles, aren't we?

Holy shit, the changes and upgrades that have happened since I left you behind. I wish I would have kept my commitment and blogged everyday. My journey has been one to only write and fantasize in a movie about, but I'm moving forward and I will most definitely be sharing parts of my journey from the past, present and future. After all, isn't it all connected?

Even if it is a quick check-in, wildly creative poetry, or dances my soul graces with me. I'm coming right back, everyday. It's my commitment to you, to myself, to Divine Creativity. 

Never did I stop loving you,

DCMA 

Saturnian Queen, Gypsy Mermaid

Neptunian Goddess, Protector of Dreams

Day 42 of 100: Becoming Free

freedom through the eyes the unvarnished soul
...

I am born free, I am born with wings though clipped at birth, circumcised of my holiness.

Sun rays embrace my waists, though clouded and neglected for hypnotic purposes on Café Flesh, pussy and dick, pussy and dick, make me your bitch.

Yes, I said it.. make me your bitch.

Do I make you uncomfortable?
... aaah I love it when you tremble.

... vulnerability at its finest.

Why is it that the intellect of my vibration is hungered to survival, classified as high demand though ignored and feared for life.. you keep me closer to your sweat glands than the action of your right hand. I am amused by your mind.

Walking down Hollywood next to creatures seemingly like humans fucking each other just to feel in sane, "let me feel your hand" but no longer do we share away...

Only if you would have left alone those twinkled wings from the first daze, my dear, left it to be without disgrace.

Honor what you are, Beauty Queen... pussy or dick you are both godly and divinely majestic. You are angelic.

The day I became free: Day 42

Stay in your lane. Be wise and step upon the plane to outer space, then will you see the formation of your creation. Then will you build a nation with all your sensations, with that breath which speaks louder than the soul's palpitations. Presentation induced by adoration. Baby love, you are my adoration.

There is no credible value in the holding back of that which I desire and crave, I am a savage animal, a wild creature.. a mild feature left on your neck, you may never forget.

Day 41 of 100: Painting Dreams Into Reality (Laguna Beach,CA)

My little artsy studio looks like shit, my dishes are piled to the heavens, and I can never seem to find my under garments... or maybe the laundry is due??

This is the life of an artist.

... we crave for chaos, we thrive on change, though we flow with presence.

.. the battle of BALANCE. Not too much god, but not too much crazy. Not too much sad, but maybe more happy. Not too much work, but not too much dreamy.

Aaaw... my little old medicine man!

So what IS the perfect dosage?!

I introduce this short film, perhaps a suggestion, as it channels the raw struggle of the dreamy artist... so not that we further ponder and/or complain about the "struggle", but instead take ACTION toward transforming that feeling of frustration, pain, anger, revenge, ect., into one that is higher in vibration... 

... to one that simply makes me feel good.

... In my case, I went to the beach!

At times when the "struggle is real" and we have reached our limit, the best we can do is cease and release ourselves from further action towards that struggle, that specific intention at that present moment.

Common sense, no? 

Evidently no, many of us have invested too much time, energy/power and focus creating it harder for us to simply let go, even if the idea was vaguely fantasized; so we keep on beating on the damn dead horse, complaining and only creating "shitty work" just to say that we did.
... yet the only work we ever do conquer is to swim against the stream.

But why?

Instead, why not take a minute to breathe, to settle the mind, the body, the nervous system before it gets farther into a twisted and chaotic shit hole. It's better to have "wasted" one hour doing something relaxing, uplifting which you enjoy so to gain clarity or simply uplift your mood, then to push through and fuck up in a greater scale in the future, like fist punching someone in the face, for instance, because they looked at you the wrong way, when in reality they're just naturally and organically ugly like that...

You see what I mean. Well, here you go my loves... Cheers!

Additional Notes:

Day 41 of 100: Painting Dreams Into Reality

My little artsy studio looks like shit, my dishes are piled to the heavens, and I can never seem to find my under garments... or maybe the laundry is due??

This is the life of an artist.

... we crave for chaos, we thrive on change, though we flow with presence.

.. the battle of BALANCE. Not too much god, but not too much crazy. Not too much sad, but maybe more happy. Not too much work, but not too much dreamy.

Aaaw... my little old medicine man!

So what IS the perfect dosage?!

I introduce this short film, perhaps a suggestion, as it channels the raw struggle of the dreamy artist... so not that we further ponder and/or complain about the "struggle", but instead take ACTION toward transforming that feeling of frustration, pain, anger, revenge, ect., into one that is higher in vibration... 

... to one that simply makes me feel good.

... In my case, I went to the beach!

At times when the "struggle is real" and we have reached our limit, the best we can do is cease and release ourselves from further action towards that struggle, that specific intention at that present moment.

Common sense, no? 

Evidently no, many of us have invested too much time, energy/power and focus creating it harder for us to simply let go, even if the idea was vaguely fantasized; so we keep on beating on the damn dead horse, complaining and only creating "shitty work" just to say that we did.
... yet the only work we ever do conquer is to swim against the stream.

But why?

Instead, why not take a minute to breathe, to settle the mind, the body, the nervous system before it gets farther into a twisted and chaotic shit hole. It's better to have "wasted" one hour doing something relaxing, uplifting which you enjoy so to gain clarity or simply uplift your mood, then to push through and fuck up in a greater scale in the future, like fist punching someone in the face, for instance, because they looked at you the wrong way, when in reality they're just naturally and organically ugly like that...

You see what I mean. Well, here you go my loves... Cheers!

Additional Notes:

Day 40 of 100: Hola! Queen Goddess Here ...

I'm baaaack!

My goddess gracious, its felt like a million and 27 years and 32 days have passed since I stepped my toes in this gawrgeous wonderland, but truth to be told, in our reality, it was just yesterday....

Sooo CHEERS to DAY 40!!! (... talk more about that at the end)

During my siesta, after a nice time in Vegas, I landed in California which has been nothing but amazing and beyond magical to me. I am forever blessed as usual ::: says the highly optimist goddess ::: 

Well... no lie, there has been a couple fun obstacles here and there... you know, like breaking my neck and losing my arm kind, my hair is falling off, my boobs are sagging lower and lower by the day... but nothing too shabby. 

I am happy to report: I AM ALIVE! 

I think. 

:: heartbeat check :: 

Yes, I am. 

No, but really, even though my mind is cursing every redneck word from the hillbilly dictionary on a daily basis, my heart is jumping with joy and my soul feels complete tonight, half-ways (I miss my little creatures...) 

I've been meaning to get this YouTube channel up and running for a minute, however I've been resisting it like a kid resists his mom because he smashed the whole dinner cake in one sitting...

.... that sitting being in his own little secret spot in the closet. Yup.

But thank god, with a little help of my hillbilly dictionary... and after long and critical labor this baby has come to birth and the first video is up! I am super stoked to share it with all you lovely and unvarnished souls.

I missed you by the way <3

Enjoy 

Sorry, We're Closed: Day 39 of 100

Traveling to California. Follow me on Instagram @beunvarnished.

I love you,

Queen Goddess

Day 38 of 100: The Queen Goddess, Protector of Dreams

And exactly who am I? Very good question, I too ponder on such reality.

This is what I have come up with....

I am by no means a guru, master or great teacher, however I am QUEEN GODDESS, which basically kills all those titles and makes me the bestest of the bestest. I am not at all conceited, I am solely speaking the truth of that which makes me I.

Lmao.

Aaaaah. No but really, in all my humbleness this is a great video about who and what I am all about. Thank you for watching my beautiful and unvarnished souls.

I love you,
Queen Goddess