Surrounding all of us is an astounding array of colors that are invisible to most. These patterns of colors are just waiting for us to notice. I wasn’t born with this knowledge; at least if I was, I don’t remember knowing it. My adventure with colors began with Art Bell, a late night radio talk show host who had a guest that night who spoke about auras. I had heard of auras, but I hadn’t thought it had anything to do with me. Special people, those who were called psychics, fooled around with stuff like that. Not ordinary folks like me. That night I heard for the first time that there are patterns of color around all living things on this planet and those colors, according to Art’s guest, were called auras. The woman claimed that, “anybody can see auras.” Yeah, right, was my thought. If that was true, then why don’t people talk about it?
First of all, I didn’t really believe that there was such a thing as an aura. It was too much to for me to accept that there were colors running amok everywhere, surrounding us. Knowing that I had never seen them, I concluded therefore they weren’t there. Secondly, not only was I supposed to believe in the strange theory that colors were everywhere, but they could be interpreted. For example, someone with a lot of orange about them is artistic. It was a bunch of hooey, or so I thought at the time. Like I said, I never saw any colors floating around, so it couldn’t be true. So that’s that! I solved that issue. The woman was just weird or at best needed glasses.
Listening carefully, I heard her say that all we had to do was stand in front of a white wall and look into a mirror. We weren’t to look at ourselves. We were to look beside ourselves at the wall and this white hazy outline was supposed to appear. The area around the head was supposed to be the easiest to see. Once the outline appeared, we were to concentrate on it and it would turn into a color. I resisted the idea. But I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I would flip flop on the issue. Some days I would think, well, maybe there is something to it, and then there were the other days I would know it was crazy talk. Days, led to weeks, weeks led to months as I would think about how stupid it would be to waste time looking at mirrors for something that didn’t exist. Occasionally, I thought that perhaps she wasn’t crazy and there was more to this world than what we normally see. This led me to thinking about trying just to prove I was right, but then I would waste too much time proving something I already knew was untrue. Right? But then look at how much time I had already spent thinking about it. It was an endless loop of self-talk until finally, late one night, I got tired of wondering if the woman was crazy or sane. This flip-flopping back and forth was getting on my nerves. I decided to get pro-active about it. So there I stood in front of my bathroom mirror with my back to a white wall, thinking, “How stupid is this?” Feeling like a moron for wasting my time, I stood in front of the mirror until suddenly something appeared.
Not a white fuzzy outside like I was told to expect, but a gray blurry, bordering on fuzzy, outline appeared around my head. It startled me, but then I had the realization that I was obviously cross-eyed! That happens you know when you stare too hard at something. So I shook my head, rubbed my eyes, and for good measure cleaned my glasses. Once that was done I then faced the mirror to prove once again the woman was nuts. There it was again! I took off my glasses because I was sure there was a reflection of some sort happening. In disbelief I saw it again! This time I cleaned the mirror before trying again. It was still there, an unappealing gray mass of something surrounding my head. Okay, I admit I was worried for awhile, until I realized what was wrong. It was the power of suggestion.
Yeah, that’s it.
I only believed that for about a day. Then I went back to the theory that it’s a reflection. But I wasn’t able to come up with just where the reflection got its start. Late one night, I sat on my living room couch and held my hand up to the white wall. I was convinced I wouldn’t see anything because I just knew the mirror was reflecting off something in the bathroom to create that grayish outline. I would just waste a few more minutes of my time and then I could get on with my life. But it didn’t happen that way. In a few minutes I saw something again. Not a gray outline. No, this time it was a teal color surrounding my hand. I jumped up and looked about my living room for teal color objects. There weren’t any, but there were green things and there were blue things in there, so somehow they blended together.
The next few days, I kept checking my hands for color in many different environments. Inside, outside, at work, at home, and in the car, I constantly checked. I was convinced that somehow I would find that it was a funky reflection type thing occurring. I reluctantly gave up that idea when it began obvious that no matter where I was that color was here with me. I wasn’t ready to embrace this whole new world I managed to find, but I couldn’t deny its existence any longer. Here I was nearly 40 years old and just noticing these wondrous colors that embellish our world. It was a huge awakening. You are probably not surprised to learn that it took me a long while to accept this beautiful new world. For a while it was fun to see the colors. I would seek out opportunities to practice seeing auras. Colors started appearing around people when I was at peace and in a relaxed state of mind. I wasn’t always looking to see colors, and it was distracting. I kept getting caught staring at people. Honest, I wasn’t looking at them; I was just fascinated with the beautiful array of colors around them.
Over the years I’ve gotten a little better at controlling when and where I see auras, but there are certain times of the month that I can’t help but see them. The week before my menstrual cycle arrives; I am in a constant state of awareness. About the time I start enjoying the view without it being a distraction, it stops. I haven’t learned what the colors mean. I haven’t wanted to know; I’m just enjoying the view. I believe that knowledge is waiting for me to be more at home with seeing the colors before it emerges. I’m not letting myself access that knowledge because of an intense phobia of being too weird. Being a little weird is okay, but there is a line there somewhere that I’m afraid to cross. Yes, I’m aware of how silly I sound. I’m sure I fear knowing too much about the color meanings as much it alarmed me to see them in the first place. I’m still growing and learning and will one day release that fear that is blocking me from my being, from who I really am.
I have come to second thoughts about people talking about auras in ordinary conversation without realizing it. Those ordinary people living in the mainstream have some sort of awareness of this world. Haven’t you heard someone say “I feeling really blue today” or “I’m green with envy” or “I was so angry, I saw red” or something like “I’m tickled pink.” Somewhere, somehow they know. They don’t know they know, but its part of our culture. I’ve come to realize that I need to slow down and be at peace with myself to see auras. Perhaps, this is why people don’t talk about seeing auras and just associate colors in general with certain feelings and emotions. They are so busy, going here, going there and hurrying up to get it all done that they are not able to relax long enough to notice the colors. That’s too bad. It’s a beautiful colorful world with a wondrous panorama of views.
Try it for yourself. Stand in front of mirror with something white behind you. Stare are the area around your head, not your head itself. Look at that area as though you are looking at a 3-D picture. First, you will see a vague outline around your head. When it appears, concentrate on it. Remember use the same technique you use to see the hidden image in a 3-D picture. Let me know if you tried this experiment and whether you saw your aura.