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The Arisen Flame
The Arisen Flame
The Arisen Flame
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In this impassioned work, utilizing both poetry and prose, Elsa de Visser recreates the faith of William Blake, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and William Wordsworth for the modern believer and unbeliever alike. As refreshing as Anne Morrow Lindbergh's A Gift From the Sea, this spiritual odyssey could easily be subtitled, "A gift from the earth and heavens." With overtones of Thomas de Quincy and Kahlil Gibran, as well as the more religious and sagacious works of Allen Ginsburg, Elsa de Visser's The Arisen Flame lights the path to true knowledge of God, world, and self.

Combining both Cartesian logic and Gnostic mysticism, the author takes us from revelation to revelation, from insight to insight, putting life under the microscope of her fantastic vision and faith. We find ourselves outside of our normal world, looking within, into an apocalyptic picture of the supreme mystery: not through a glass darkly, but through an ethereal space, so bright that it blinds the inner as well as the usual eye. This is not a voyage for the fainthearted or the easily deterred reader: those in search of easy answers, and painless paths to truth had best look elsewhere. However, those that choose to take to the hardy, brilliant waves encountered on this trip will certainly be the better for it: their spirits uplifted, and their minds at peace with the sublime "at oneness" celebrated herein.
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Release dateAug 2, 2011
ISBN9781456749491
The Arisen Flame
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Elsa De Visser

The author was born near Antwerpen in Belgium. Her awarenesses date back to phenomena and unexplained occurrences since the age of twelve, and perhaps even beyond that: When first being placed in the lap of her great grandmother the wise old lady, sought out and renowned in her day by youth in the area, requested that this particular infant be dedicated in a special ceremony concerning the heavenly. The author's insights in this summation gather onward; overflowing from an origin of depth, the abundance of which she shares with us here. As a Canadian citizen, Elsa De Visser resides in Alberta, with her children now grown, while enjoying home and pets; finding the quiet countryside ever and still so rewarding observing nature and the world around her.

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    The Arisen Flame - Elsa De Visser

    © 1980, 2011 Elsa De Visser. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    First published by AuthorHouse 7/19/2011

    ISBN: 978-1-4567-4948-4 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4567-4949-1 (e)

    ISBN: 978-1-4567-4950-7 (dj)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2011905207

    Printed in the United States of America

    The portion from page 92 onwards is taken from the author’s book Shalumba, also available at Author House.

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

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    Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

    Contents

    PART I

    PART II

    PART III

    ‘Tis a Flame!

    In which’s countenance

    the world will rejoice

    For there shall be longing

    The awakened! all that see

    And all that can be taught

    Shall be enthralled with

    The captivation;

    The cleansing purity

    Of that searing Flame!

    PART I

    Long have I awaited in the quiet of watchfulness, whilst earth amid the lonely vigil revolved onward in her path, untouched through this, my long-drawn observance.

    Whilst heavens where shaken and earth in its upheaval did shudder amid the roaring and the tempest. Like destiny toward in a great churning it laid as if recalled in the unconscious repose of the unborn afore its birth.

    Darkness, a mass of whirling darkness as a chaos roaring out of nowhere where’t gathered strength from very depths. Existence verified in eternal power amid a whirling might that hurled in awesome surrender! Almight in sudden sunburst…

    Then was’t that spheres sang in their joy and gloried with a creation which was yet struck low in very prostration and depth of reverence, by the unspeakable eternal beauty of that act.

    I walked alone in the silence, shrouded by the veil which separates past submerged ages with hazy longing and recurrent faint remembrances of a long mysterious past. Until, from the four winds and of the merit of the seeing eye, a claiming from eons of successive and progressive ages, in drawing nearer unto realization and but one knowledge: in Him to claim.

    I am of times immemorial claiming from each particle, each iota in finding of being, through Him. In all I am living—breathing, finding being exhaling in all.

    Within the silent call of God-being we join to call all own, amid a sleeping creation recalled now to take shape that form in being arise!

    And yet to walk alone amid the silence, beneath the veil of solitude which shields all earthy sense from human ken.

    In Truth’s own existence as a vessel am I, filled with eternity, weighted beneath the yearning breath of revelation. From such rendezvous, where the bitter cup of teardrops was to mingle with the remembrance of serene white hands, in eternal touching upon of at onement. From such sweet gaze lingering in eternal dreams.

    I did enter although then knew it not, whereof I came or entered in, or how long in searching this soul did wander through the ages. Till then how sudden all of being was in this one moment: one look and in it all eternity contained, the end at once and yet beginning of all.

    In the penetrating rays of that gaze surrender enveloped in all fullness and life.

    From that moment then beginning I did live in realization of all beauty and truth fully revealed.

    O Moment of Truth, of what hardship and courage thou coaxed tenderly and timid to require with such might, only from a crushed and broken spirit. That meekness yet must need to rise from the bitter ashes of its own moaning defeat.

    To possess life! Existence proves that life is, that I am, and tasted of its essence. How is it we were made? How far will thought attempt to soar back and upward drawn to spheres of the beyond, throughout timeless ages retrace as if by instinct of the unforgettable, and find our origin as reflected in the stars! Sacred life may God return, may we, lost children, yet turn; retrace by the ladder of a dimmed memory to regain the legacy of the long lost, in the infancy of a new awakening.

    For earth groans in its formation, whilst creation quivers in the grasp of renewal, constantly. Earth groans on in the bones of man and his surroundings whilst life’s workings endure to quiver his understanding!

    Man’s desire was to be released beyond innocence, to surge onward and yet to surpass innocence with knowledge.

    Thus the courageous soul did descend into a most perilous danger, equipped but to find substance in the selfhood of free choice.

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