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Vol. 1, No. 3 July-August 2001

A Testimonial of Appreciation for the Violet Flame

Thank you for the privilege to write about many blessings received. I would like to share with you a recent experience, if I may. While painting our living room late at night, a bird outside the window was singing a song. I usually notice birds singing a lot in the morning or during the day. Yet, this bird was singing well into the night and into the early hours of the next day. Then, there was a long pause, and I thought, "Oh, well, he's tired now."

During that interval, I made an annoying mistake by getting paint on the ceiling. It was disconcerting and at that moment, the bird started up his beautiful song again. He was there to cheer me on. It didn't seem to matter whether or not I was around to listen; he was happy, so very happy to be giving the best he could in song.

There have been many times in my life when I could not receive the simplest joys of living. There have been times of feeling lost, lonely, sad, depressed; times of despair, anger, frustration. There were moments when I would think: who cares? And just like that lovely bird, God has cared no matter if I didn't listen, no matter if I made a mistake or was not there for Him when He needed me.

Years ago I could not imagine what might take the place of all sorts of negative thoughts and emotions. I had no idea of what could replace the consequences of numerous wrong choices. There was a longing for a better way, and the search for a way out of the mundane seemed endless.

It seemed as though I would step out of one messy situation only to find myself in another predicament. Like others, I tried to fill in the emptiness with so-called "highs," although they did not amount to much nor were they effective in drowning my sorrows and problems.

Yet, like the bird, someone, somewhere believed in me. Someone saw through the layers and layers of human nonsense--even if I didn't believe in myself. In fact, that someone was many--the many beautiful facets and faces of God, in all of you, in all whom I've met. The worst so-called enemy has been my teacher. But best of all, your victory has been my victory--when I claim it and enact it. You have been singing a beautiful song for me and for all who will listen.

You have been here for me and for thousands of others. You have chosen a Path, not laid out with soft rose petals, but with many challenges so that I could pick myself up time and again and keep on in spite of hardship, mishaps, etc. I could not be where I am now if it were not for each of you performing your best in the wonderful ways in which you help others in need. No one can ever replace your special song.

Over twenty years ago when I first heard Excalibur and many voices giving the violet flame in unison, I was in awe. Although in part my long search had come to an end, truly it was just beginning; or at least the direction had changed. When partaking of the violet flame, the void in my being is filled. It has soothed me, washed away my guilt, shame, sadness; it has made me laugh in spite of my problems, past or present. It has erased hardness of heart or unforgiveness of self and others.

It has "put me in my rightful place," of not being so haughty and insensitive. This flame of joy has given me so much happiness, in spite of the oppression of tragedies in the world that would otherwise be too hard to bear. It has given me hope, as you have given of yourselves.
There are so many changes in life and in the world that do seem alarming. The most meaningful and lasting change of all is within. The transformation that can take place--one by one--can lead to peace on Earth, just as what happened on the Violet Planet.

Omri-Tas is the Ruler of the Violet Planet. As Saint Germain has told us, Omri-Tas carries such an intensity of the violet flame and of the Seventh Ray in his aura that it extends far beyond the actual size of planet earth. The evolutions of the Violet Planet have served the violet flame for eons, and they use the violet flame to tend to all the needs of daily life: to clean their homes, to care for and purify the planet, and even to wash and bathe in. Menial chores are performed by violet flame angels and elementals, which allows the people time to pursue the path of adeptship and to serve other planetary homes.

Across the Violet Planet, 144,000 priests of the sacred fire tend the violet flame day and night and perform ceremonies and rituals of the violet flame at thousands of altars. Omri-Tas told us in his May 1, 1991 dictation that the evolutions of the Violet Planet had once approached a similar crisis as that faced today by the people of Earth. In response to the rallying call of the representative of the Divine Mother, the servants of God were galvanized and turned the tide by the violet flame.

As Omri-Tas said, "They heard the call to give their invocations at altars around that planet. There was a saturation [of the planetary body with the violet flame]. That saturation therefore did flush out the fallen angels, who then could be bound by the legions of Light and removed…We went on into a golden age because of the few who responded, and today that planet is sustained in that golden age because the people have not lost the memory of that which was almost a planetary holocaust." Pearls of Wisdom, Vol. 34/65, Dec. 15, 1991, pp. 353-54.

Never in my life have I had so much freedom from worry, oppression, doubts and fears. Never have I been able to handle challenges head-on as I can do so now. That same night a loud siren going by did not deter the little bird; he kept on singing. His song would not be "put out." To hold this vision of the Violet Planet and keep on giving the "new song" of the violet flame is a most wonderful opportunity and blessing: to become an ascended star!

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