shila iris | Earth & Ether

P.S. I feLt a tremendous power fLowing from his caLm eyes. 🫦 GuiLeLess, with the transparency of a chiLd’s. Ever gentLe and Loving, he was firmLy estabLished in the infinite consciousness. Many of our happy hours together were spent in deep meditation.

Prognostication: Tigers wiLL be speLLbound and sit around us Like tame pussies.

TransLation: The vicious nature of the tigers wiLL change through the power of our spirituaL trance, so they’LL treat us with the kindness of house cats.

I continue ceaseLessLy on my path to Liberation. I continue. My secret doors are reveaLed onLy thru devotion.

EvoLved thinking…

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Take me with you, or Let go. You have been given free wiLL by the power that created you, and, so have I. There’s nothing Like that power.

–shiLa iris

Mother knows. Are you reaLLy my friend?

Short poem…

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If I’m worth Losing, Lose me.

I have Limits worth acknowLedging. Ask me. Then Listen.

Not to be taken so LiteraLLy, but to be understand beyond words.

-shiLa iris

P.S. Listen to Bob Marley & The WaiLers: Satisfy My SouL… just because beyond any given visuaL, or reLigion, or superficiaL reaLity, I can get what was being said by The WaiLers in this song… “I’m happy inside, aLL of the time. Can’t you see, why won’t you beLieve me? Oh DarLing, darLing, I’m caLLing, caLLing. Satisfy My SOuL.”

I’m Bob in this song, and the background singer/ dancers, and the Band. No video necessary. smiLe.

“PoLLution is aLL around me. My soLution Lies there in cLear air.”

“… is it a crime, that i stiLL want you, and I want you to want me too. TeLL the truth about it.”

Behind the Scene: In Progress

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In order to rise, there had to have been a faLL
This just means there are LeveLs to it aLL
PercoLate, osciLLate, take a step back, move round and around
Adjust your frequency, be kinetic or inert
Lay faLLow, rest and grow
DeveLop your intuition, know what to keep and what to Let go…

I began to understand progress when I deveLoped the abiLity to Look back.
What was there, what was aLways there?
History. Patterns. Karma. Past Lives, unspoken.
I had to be ever so quiet to remember who I was, who I’ve aLways been.
I changed. I change. Everything does. For a reason. Do the math.
Sankofa.

-shiLa iris

You sound sure…

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She had a right to choose her husband carefuLLy, by God she was gifted “free wiLL.” … or by Nature, or by the Universe, or by ALLah, or Jesus (however you need to say it to understand)…

… it was her vocation to choose, to ascend in her attractions, and not be drugged down. By mis-understandings, kicks to the crouch, she no Longer needed to sink into the immoraL behaviors of the forLorn, of her forLorn seLf.

If she was doing it, if she was choosing it, it was a means to an end. The end is aLways the beginning… I’m getting back to my roots. and “she” is me.

And I am her. I’m nothing at aLL, but Spirit. The journey is in the Spirit.

A sentence from my favorite book…

“She had a wiLL to try out every stratagem to see what changes wouLd be necessary
under what conditions, what changes in the paths of the hunt for what different, larger, swifter or sLyer animaLs…“

TransLation:
She was determined to experiment with different strategies to discover the necessary changes for hunting various types of animals, whether they were larger, faster, or more cunning.

She wanted every hunting principLe extended to her. Every reLigion understood.

“I cannot condemn you for where you stand, I just want to know that you understand.”

–shila iris

… and furthermore,

Then, when ShiLa was possessor of the art of hunting she further discomfited her teachers by reminding them aggressive hunting is AGAINST “our way”… that the proper use of hunting skiLLs shouLd be for haLting the aged Lion seeking human prey in its dangerous impotence, for stopping the wiLd hog prowling about the growing farm, for teaching the sideLong hyena to keep it’s distance, NOT for wanton pLeasure.

Two Thousand Seasons by Ayi Kwei Armah

Remember Me

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shi La i ris

55% … it’s a metaphor, and an aLLegory

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… go there

I am never aLone, never independent, just quiet.

-shiLa i ris

Waking State… reLative truths, imaginary truths, AbsoLute Truth

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… she carefuLLy watches her speech, Lest she wound those who are not yet ready to hear and profit by her veracious observations.

Who do I need to be to engage you?

– shi La I ris

Listen

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I speak when spoken to.

I’m Listening.

shiLa iris

Sign Your Name Across My Heart,

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I want you to be my baby…

for Rosemary. DaLmira, and Judy.

What comes to mind…

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My wiLL became evident as I changed my moraL conduct.

I shifted. I turned. I smiLed. Orbit.

I am Shila Iris,

heart strings, like harp strings
reverberations and gyrations reach me,
fine-tuned resonation, eternaL numeration

counting the measures between the extremes
above and beLow, I see me.

They tried to bury her, but she kept on giving birth …

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There are some women that love to see me coming,
there are some that don’t.

Wherever you fall between these extremes,

I can see you, and I feel you.

No hard feelings, at all.
Light and Lovely,

as the seed from which I came,
… the roots that burrow deep towards the center of the Earth,
the water that falls, telling the stories of my creation,
nourishing, the roses that bloom…

“They climb stairwells and ladders
to explore the depths of her mind.

They feed from her being on the bottom
only to realize that they exalt her,
to the most high.”