aletheia starborn

I kept hearing the same message pop up over and over again-multiple tarot readings mentioning this violet or purple flame. That I needed to do a violet flame meditation. It felt important. Repetitive in that way the Universe can be when it’s trying to get your attention.

So I looked it up on YouTube, and I found one. A Saint Germain violet flame meditation-short, only 17 minutes. It said it would help transmute and clear negative energy.

I kind of flew there. Like astrally or energetically.

I arrived in this temple, all glowing violet and purple. Everything looked like glass and crystals-like a cathedral made out of amethyst. It reminded me of gothic churches, with long stained glass windows and tall halls.

From the ceiling, water was dripping gently into crystal fountains. The fountains were shaped like water faes.

I walked through the temple, past more amethyst crystals, and saw a little side garden. Flower fairies were there, creating new blossoms. I played with the water faes for a moment, and then the flower fairies tossed flowers at me, playfully. I laughed and tossed some back. The ones they gave me looked like white and yellow lilies. I put them in my hair and braided it.

Then I saw a gathering of beings-it was full of angels. So many of them, and they were dancing in joy. I walked to the end of the hall, where the Violet Flame was burning. The energy there was overwhelmingly peaceful. Pure joy. It was like… laughing without needing a joke. Just joy. Constant smiling.

By the Violet Flame, more angels stood. They handed the flame to me. I thanked them. I bowed. They bowed back. It was mutual.

I played with the flame, letting it grow bigger in my hands. It flowed from my right hand, over my head, down my body, into my left-like liquid fire. It wrapped around me like a glowing coat.

There were some chairs in the room-mentioned in the meditation-but I didn’t like them. Instead, I went to the very end of the hall. It wasn’t a corner exactly, the whole space was round. I sat there.

I created a small tree, full of soft pink flowers. A little garden. I meditated there, wrapped in the Violet Flame.

The flame began pouring from my crown chakra down through my whole body. Angels added more flames. The guide mentioned Saint Germain and his twin flame Portia, and some lady too-they were all there to help.

But I didn’t want help.

I gently said no. Not because I was rejecting them, but because I didn’t feel like I needed anything. Instead, I offered them three small violet flames as a gift of gratitude. They seemed surprised, but accepted.

Then I danced. With the water. With the flowers. With the flame. It was play.

From all that movement, I created something-a giant violet Phoenix. I cuddled it like a friend. Held it. Everyone was watching me, but not in a judging way-just witnessing.

I held the Phoenix close, and pressed it into the flames. It turned into an egg.

I wasn’t sure what to do with the egg. So I gave it to the angels.

Then I felt a pull upward. I flew to the ceiling and touched it. It made a clink sound, like striking glass. My wings opened fully. I was glowing.

I floated back down. Everyone was so joyful. Radiant.

The flower fairies came to me again. They placed a flower crown on my head and wove flowers into my wings, in between the feathers. It felt ceremonial, like a crowning moment.

Then I hugged them all-and returned to my body.

As I came back, I remembered an old meditation I did a long time ago. I had asked to meet my angels back then. I gave them something I wanted to let go of, and in return, one of them gave me a violet crystal.

That memory came back before I started this meditation. I think the crystal was activated today.

I don’t even know how to explain the level of joy-it wasn’t tied to anything. We weren’t laughing because something was funny. We were just… laughing. Because the energy was so light, so full, so pure.

It was very beautiful. Very strange. But also very real.