Violet
was my first herbal ally. Prompted by the wealth of violet flowers in my own
garden this year, I was drawn to making a violet flower essence during the
April workshop at the Sanctuary. The weather was glorious, warm with almost
constant sunshine, perfect conditions for making a flower essence.
Purple
violets grow sparsely underneath the crabapple tree in front of the summerhouse
where we planted them during the seventies. I’ve found scentless dog violets
near the ancient willow tree and last year I noticed some new sweet violets
growing in the middle of the daffodils.as if seeking a better home than their
original shaded site.
When
I went to search for flowers, all the purple ones were over. This was a
disappointment but I thought to myself that if I were supposed to make a flower
essence then the Sanctuary would provide the means. Sure enough, when I
searched amongst the bank of daffodils, there was a group of white violets.
Until that moment, I had never seen a wild white violet
in my life, yet here they were waiting for me to collect them to create an
essence.
White violet was one of Dr Bach’s original flowers. It is
thought to offer energetic healing to those who are uncomfortable in closed
spaces and constrained environments; fearful of losing their own identity in a
group; unable to embody their sensitivity in a comfortable way. The essence helps
build trust in the protection of the Higher Self and benevolent spiritual
forces; to help those who are highly sensitive or acutely aware of their
surroundings maintain a strong sense of self regardless of the dynamics of
their environment.
On such a beautiful spring day it seemed the ideal gift
for me as my development has felt dry and dusty while my parents needed my
support. White violet seemed the perfect flower to use on an adventure of inner
spiritual journey.
The flowers were placed on the top of a jam jar of spring
water and left to infuse for three hours. An amount was then mixed with an
equal amount of brandy to form the mother essence.
When I held the infused liquid up to the sun, it had a
turquoise tinge. On tasting it, there appeared to be no discernible taste or
scent but after a few moments a definite flavour of scented violets appeared on
the sides of my tongue, bringing back memories of sucking my grandmother’s
violet pastilles as we lay together on the sitting room sofa for an afternoon
nap when I was a very young child. I was never very fond of the violet sweets;
I much preferred “iodines”!
Later that night, alone in bed, I concentrated on the
white violet plant, apologising for using so many of the flowers to make the
essence. I heard a very cross response.
“Do you think we would have shown ourselves if we hadn’t
wanted to be used? If that hadn’t been our intention, we would have hidden
amongst the grasses and you would never have seen us.” I felt suitably chastened.
I decided to meditate using a dropperful of flower
essence every day for a week to see how the interaction with the white violet
essence would develop. I haven’t meditated outside the monthly world healing
sessions for several years. It seemed a good opportunity and the perfect helper
to reconnect.
Day
1
Unlike previous occasions, no energy flowed through my
hands but I did feel the usual tingle around the back of my head which I
associate with a protective spirit presence. Although I couldn’t taste the
scented violet because of the brandy mask, the receptors on the sides of my
tongue were again activated.
In my mind’s eye, I saw pink which turned to red which
became tinged with yellow which became the deep yellow/orange of the violet’s
centre. The final colour was white. I associate pink with love.
The “messages” given me were
- The greatest protection is love
- Stop trying so hard
- White is the most important colour
Day
2
I took the flower essence at 7pm prior to the world
healing session at 7.40pm when I was joined by four of my fellow healers. I saw
white. I felt two pyramidal cones of energy (normally I feel spirals) through
my hands which were initially upright. The right hand stayed upright while the
left hand cone went horizontal pointing to my right through the wall for most
of the session.
Messages received were
- Don’t try, let it flow through you
- Look to the core.
In the subsequent discussion we talked about the colours
of energies. One of our members had been to a recent conference and learned
some recently channelled information about the colours of energies. Orange was
the colour of nuclear energy, i.e. the energy in the nucleus of cells which is
the colour of the centre of the white violet.
We also talked about passed lives, parallel universes and
how choices we make cause universal splits at the point of choice.
I’ve never been successful in gaining information about
any of my past lives so my friend suggested doing a visualisation with the
intention, “Show me those past lives useful to me now.”
Day
3
I saw green which became a white dandelion clock which
became pink.
Messages
- This is for you alone
- Who am I?
- Learning about self
The pink colour turned lilac then purple then back to
pink. I saw different flower shapes – primrose, dahlias and chrysanthemums Those shapes inspired me to choose a flower
spirit card – Nomodiaris, a plant I’d never seen before. This gave me the
phrase “I experience freedom by becoming aware and having compassion.”
Day
4
Message: How can you access magic if you’re not grounded?
Day
5
Message: You need to focus if you’re going to achieve
anyting.
As my mind was constantly flitting everywhere during this
meditation, I missed the following day until life calmed down a little.
Day
7
Messages:
- Yes, this exercise is like raking the debris from the top of the soil. You can see the soil underneath waiting to be used but you need to clear the detritus off first before you start working it
- Everyone has stories
- Everyone has tears
- Everyone has memories
- The important thing is to remember
- At the centre, the core is the pink of love. It may look fragile and ethereal but it is always there.
- Your guides are always with you.
Finding
time to meditate has always been difficult for me but this week held none of
the usual frustrations. Each meditation lasted no more than fifteen minutes yet
it always felt long enough.
The
messages and images were all very personal rather than something to share with
mankind. It is the first step along a continuing pathway after a long period of
standing still not knowing where to go next.
I
am very grateful for white violet’s gift of direction.
