September/October 2011 Cosmic
Earth Guardians: Beings of the Violet Flame
by Timothy Wyllie
Timothy Wyllie
Guardians of the Earth, known as the Beings of the Violet Flame, are returning to our world as planetary helpers to assist during this time of global transformation.
Nearly 200 millennia ago, 37 planets, including our own, were quarantined from the rest of the Multiverse to quell the spread of the Lucifer rebellion within the angelic hierarchy. Now, after eons of isolation, the fallen rebel angels have been forgiven and Earth’s connection with the Multiverse is being restored, initiating a massive transformation of consciousness as we reconnect with angelic guides, extraterrestrial beings and our spiritual heritage as sacred vessels for God’s presence.
Beings of the Violet Flame are also known as midway angels (since their frequency-domain is between the mortal and the angelic). The midwayers have long sought to keep their presence occulted from mortals, yet with the current global situation transforming so rapidly, they have expressed their desire to work more openly and directly with mortals of courage and good will.
There’s good reason to believe that the midwayers draw their existence somewhere within the ultraviolet range of the electromagnetic spectrum. This makes them invisible to our eyes under normal conditions, although within their own realm they are as real and solid as we are in ours. They are not spirits or ghosts, neither are they real angels.
They are, in a way, the true guardians of the planet, who live on here far beyond the generations of humans, whose care for the planet is probably deeper than we can imagine. Midwayers are able to interact with our reality under extreme conditions, but like all higher orders of intelligence, they walk a fine line between necessary intervention and allowing a human situation to work itself out without any interference from them. To actually see them must be an extraordinary rarity.
So it was that I found myself one late afternoon on that deserted beach in Israel as dusk was starting to fall. On my left, cliffs rose at a sharp angle 200 feet up to the dunes and scrubland above. The steep slope was studded with rocks dangling precipitously. Keeping a wary eye on the cliffside above and dodging fallen rocks, I made my way along the beach.
I paused briefly at what I’d come to think of as a natural sacred circle: seven or eight larger-than-man-size boulders that must have plunged down the cliff, embedding themselves in the beach in an almost perfect circle. They stood upright, like the megalithic standing stones of northern Europe. I’d meditated here before, but this evening my intuition was drawing me farther down the beach.
I walked on as the light dimmed until I reached a large, flat rock. It was still warm from the sunlight, and I felt relaxed and comfortable sitting on it and staring idly into the surf. It was at that point during sunset when the air can almost turn lavender. The waves rolled in, the surf striking the rocks and throwing up sheets of violet spray that hung in the air before the next wave replaced them.
It felt like one of those magical moments in which nature lowers her veil and we catch a glimpse of what lies beyond. I relaxed into the beauty of it all. My mind was empty as I gazed into the violet haze.
Suddenly my whole body jolted. There, in the constantly shifting curtain of spray, I could quite clearly see a group of 10 or 12 beings, very tall — almost twice the height of humans — with a couple of children among them, all plodding slowly along in single file up a slight incline. There was no indication that they saw me, or even had any awareness of the landscape I was in. They were simply going about their business.
This strange scenario, as real as anything I have ever watched on a movie screen, persisted in the violet mist as long as the waves replaced the spray. When the light slowly changed and the spray no longer refracted a violet glow, the figures dissolved and disappeared. Though never as “real” as the rock on which I was sitting, the figures and the landscape through which they were trudging appeared perfectly solid.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that what I had seen on that beach in Israel on that late summer day had been a small group of midway angels.
Timothy Wyllie, author of The Return of the Rebel Angels: The Urantia Mysteries and the Coming of the Light, is a writer, artist, and musician who began specializing in the study of nonhuman intelligences, such as angels and dolphins, after a near-death experience in 1973. Visit www.timothywyllie.com. Reprinted with permission by Inner Traditions at www.innertraditions.com.