The Violet Flame Is a Practice, Not a Rescue

I am Saint Germain, and I greet you in the violet fire of freedom.

I have a complaint to lay before you, and you will forgive me if I make it with a smile. I gave you a flame. I went to some trouble to obtain it for you. And a great many of you have placed it on a shelf, where you admire it, and tell one another how remarkable it is, and take it down when things go badly.

Friends, the violet flame is not for emergencies. It is not a rope thrown to a drowning swimmer. It is a discipline, like the practice of a musician, and it works in the same way: by daily use, over time, whether you feel like it or not.

Consider how the heaviness in you accumulated. It was not laid down in one great catastrophe. It was laid down in thin layers, day after day: a resentment not released, a small unkindness not regretted, a fear indulged. It will be lifted in the same manner. A layer at a time. Ten minutes at a time. This is not the dramatic answer, and I know that some of you would prefer the dramatic one. But I am an alchemist, and I tell you that every true transmutation is gradual. One keeps the fire steady and one waits.

So I ask for an appointment. Choose your hour. Come to it each day for forty days, and give the flame what the day has left in you. Do not look for results. On the forty-first day, look back.

You will not recognize the one who began.

I do not offer you rescue. I offer you something better, which is the means of your own freedom, placed in your own hands. I AM Saint Germain, and I stand with you in the flame.