Elizabeth Clare Prophet - 22 April

Violet Flame
to heal
Body, Mind & Soul

Elizabeth Clare Prophet

VIOLET FLAME TO HEAL BODY, MIND AND SOUL
by Elizabeth Clare Prophet
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Disclaimer: No guarantee whatsoever is made to anyone by Summit University Press or Elizabeth Clare Prophet that the spiritual system of the Science of the Spoken Word, including meditation, visualization, dynamic decrees, and spiritual healing, embodied in this book will yield successful results for anyone at any time. The functioning of Cosmic Law is a direct experience between the individual and his own Higher Consciousness. As in Jesus time, some were healed and some were notaccording to their faith or lack of it. Karma and the Divine Providence must be the final arbiter of each ones application of the sacred fire. We can only witness to our personal healingbody, mind and soulthrough the use of the suggested mantras and spiritual disciplines. Each man may prove or disprove the Law for himself. The practice and proof of the Science of Being rests with the individual. No one can do it for another. These spiritual techniques do not replace medical treatment.

Contents

Preface

Once I was on a radio show in Atlanta, where I was interviewed by a clairvoyant. You have a lot of violet light in your aura, he said. This has happened to me many times since 1961 when I first began using the violet flame. And it wasnt only psychics who noticed the violet. Hindu yogis and Buddhist monks also looked at my late husband, Mark, and me and asked where we had gotten all of that violet in our auras.

Of course, the violet light comes from the violet flame, which I learned about from Mark. Since he passed on in 1973, I have shared the secrets of the violet flame with thousands of people all over the world. When you learn these secrets, you too will have violet light in your aura.

The violet flame is more than violet light. It is an invisible spiritual energy that appears violet to those who have developed their spiritual vision. In previous centuries, knowledge of the violet flame was given only to a chosen few who had proven themselves worthy. Saints and adepts of East and West have long used the violet flame to accelerate their spiritual development, but this once-secret knowledge was not revealed to the masses until the twentieth century.

The violet flame has many purposes. It revitalizes and invigorates us. It can heal emotional and even physical problems, improve relationships and make life easier. More important, the violet flame changes negative energy into positive energy, which makes it an effective tool for healing. Today we are learning more than ever before about how disease can be rooted in our mental, emotional and spiritual states. By transforming negative thoughts and feelings, the violet flame provides a platform for our healing.

I call it the highest gift of God to the universe. I think you will agree once you try it for yourself.

NOTE: All the stories in this book are real. Some names, however, have been changed at the persons request.

The Violet Flame Heals
Wounds from Past Lives

The first time I met Cynthia, she told me about her past. When she was sixteen she almost killed her father. The abuse had started when she was little, when she used to sit on his knee while he combed her curly hair into ringlets. But then he wanted to do more than play. And he said he would kill her and her mother if she ever told anyone. So she never did.

But she used to wake up screaming, No, Daddy! Her mother never did anything about it. And Cynthia grew up playing strange games by herself out under the oak tree by their white frame home in suburban Illinois. She buried her Barbie dolls in carefully lined shoe boxes, marking their graves with pebble outlines. She would dig them up the next day and repeat the ritual.

One summer evening Cynthia stayed out late, walking and holding hands with Rick from geometry class. When she got home and opened the screen door, a painted china dog flew past her and crashed on the faded wood porch. Whereve you been? Daddy shouted. Before she could make it up the stairs to her room, Daddy slapped her face hard, tore her white blouse and sent a praying-hands bookend sailing past her ear. Dont ever let me catch you with a boy again! Ill kill him, and Ill kill you too!

When Cynthia tiptoed down the steps later that night, powder blue suitcase in hand, she could hear Daddy snoring in the living room. She went into the kitchen and slowly opened the glass-knobbed drawer. Daddy always kept the carving knives sharp. She stared at the knives and then at her shadow, the moonlight throwing the image of her bobbed hair large against the wall in front of her. She sighed, quietly closed the drawer, picked up her suitcase and eased herself out the back door.

Cynthia never saw her father again. She went to Chicago, took her GED, waitressed her way through college and was hired at an investment firm. Although she advanced quickly in her career, she knew she hadnt gotten beyond her past.

Cynthia spent one day a month sick, crying in the closet and thinking about her childhood. A string of relationships ended in failure, and at thirty-five she found herself alone. She was first able to talk about her past to a therapist, looking out of his Wacker Drive office onto Lake Michigan. After a year of therapy in which she told every detail of her past, looking for keys that would help her get beyond the memories, she felt stuck.

Why had all this happened to her? Why did she have an abusive father and a mother who let him abuse her? What did she do to deserve it? Deep down inside, she felt it must be something terrible.

One day as she drifted along the sidewalk lost in thought, some one handed her a violet handbill. Learn to use the violet flame to transmute painful memories, it said. It was an advertisement for one of my lectures. Cynthia attended and listened to me explain the violet flame and decrees.

Decrees are rhythmic prayers that call forth a powerful spiritual energy. This light-energy, combined with visualization, has the special quality of erasing and transmuting negative aspects of ourselves.

To transmute is to alter in form, appearance or nature, especially to change something into a higher form. The term was used by ancient alchemists who sought to change base metals into gold, separating the gross from the subtle by means of heat. The most spiritual of the alchemists were in search of a way to change the lead of negative human energy into the gold of divine energy. Some of them accomplished this goal by using the secrets of the violet transmuting flame.