In an earlier blog I mentioned Auras being seen via Kirlian Photography. I also told how to see auras—yes, here and now, right now! It turns out that when we are giving service, when we are thinking of others, when we are loving and gracious, our aura is larger. When we are spiteful or selfish, it shrinks. I have a friend, Leigh, who used to see people’s auras in high school as she’d walk down the hall. She didn’t try for this; it was just a gift she was given. The auras of people who felt good about themselves and greeted other people extended up way beyond their physical head. The auras of people who were really down on themselves or dishonest didn’t even reach the top of their physical head. It got her into trouble on more than one occasion when a friend later said, “Hey, I said Hi to you, Leigh, and you didn’t even see me.” No, she didn’t see them. She was looking at something else!
Once I was at a church meeting where a man and his wife both spoke. Her aura was a lovely white, but his was lavender. I kept shaking my head and flicking my eyes to see if it would change, but it remained lavender. At the time I thought that lavender was a “muddying” of white, and therefore not as pristine or ‘good’. That didn’t make sense with what I was hearing and sensing from him, because the spirit I sensed from him was gracious and good, honorable and God-fearing. Later I found out that lavender is the color of someone who is extremely loving and giving. That matched with the spirit I felt from this man.
The most energetic aura I ever saw was at a national convention of singing teachers. The evening concert was held in Las Vegas in a large warehouse-type hall, and the winning singer was Robert Breault, a friend of mine from Utah. I had just taught a fellow teacher, Martha, how to see auras when we became separated. Each of us had to watch Robert perform from different areas in the hall. As I listened to his glorious, bell-like tenor voice, my eyes shifted, and I started seeing his aura. I allowed his dark hair and dark tuxedo to juxtapose the light that emanated from him. Soon I could see bursts of light shooting out from his body like the rays of a star. It was glorious! After the concert, Martha ran across the back of the warehouse and found me. “Did you see him?” she exulted. “He was on fire!” I knew then that she had seen what I had seen. From Scott’s Choice, page 119