The Soulpole Collection
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The ShamanRooted to this earth Your inner visions are windows to other worlds. The call of the soul… The cry of the raven… Yours. Touch us with your healing smoke Evoke Prayer and life. …Valerie B. Irons… |
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Red PhoenixRisen from the ashes, bringing forth visions and waves of ecstasy, Red Phoenix is alive and resides …in the center… of my head. Perched on my pineal, gazing through my third eye, poised and ready to …POP… through the veil and to see anew. …Valerie B. Irons… |
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The AncestorsWelcome Ancestors. Ancestors of the earth. Ancestors of the stars. Returning with your knowledge -wisdom of the ages- to share, to anoint, to wake through your eyes in your voice with your breath you give. We receive you in love. …Valerie B. Irons… |
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Embracing The ShadowDig deep within to that place of shame, Pull up from the depths your Shadow Self. embrace it. lift it. Bring it to the light. Love yourself holy. And shine. Shine like the sun. You are beautiful. …Valerie B. Irons… |
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The HealerShake me. Break me. Mend me. Send me. Feel me. See me. Heal me. Free me. Love me. Love, Me. …Valerie B. Irons… |
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Holy HolyHoly Holy Spirit Shine bright your light. O Ancient one eternal Send forth your flame. Consume my illusions, I stand naked before you… Tears on my cheeks As I sing your name. …Valerie B. Irons… |
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Dance Of DualityThe truth is the love of God. There is nothing else. This idea of separation Brings forth the dance of duality. …Valerie B. Irons… |
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Twin FlameBeloved Twin Flame Burning deep within my heart We are one in love ...so where the f*** are you???!!! …Valerie B. Irons… |
Earlier Works
Santa Ana Santa Ana (sān'tə ān'ə)
-noun Santa Ana winds are strong, hot, dry winds that characteristically appear in Southern California, blowing in from the desert regions towards the Pacific coast. Santa Anas (Santanas) have several colorful nicknames including “devil winds” and “devil’s breath”. Woodcarving & Mosaic on plywood 4' x 6' |
Swing ManYou who I love
you have come into my world through shadows you leave not my side years long, you linger above me You who has stolen my heart swinging in my minds eye Silence for I hear not your words feel not your touch see not your face You who I love reveal yourself to me …Valerie B. Irons…Sculpting clay with Mirror Mosaic. 1 1/2' |