Auras Misha Herwin

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“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,/Than are dreamt of in your philosophy” The quote from Hamlet has almost become a cliché yet it sums up so much of what many of us think and feel about the world we live in. We sense that there is more than the physical. We yearn for the spiritual and yet more and more of us no longer believe in or subscribe to any religion. Instead we delve into the world of the supernatural, go for tarot card readings, consult mediums, take part in ghost hunts. I’ve tried all these but never had an experience that convinced me.

However, that doesn’t mean that I am a total sceptic. I think I’ve just come to the conclusion that I don’t have any sensitivity to physic phenomena. My one chance of proving whether I did or not, ended in dismal failure.

I had gone to a series of evening class about the connection between mind and body in terms of health and wellbeing. Dr Graham was phycologist at Keele University and this was her particular interest. One session she covered the concept of auras. The idea that human beings emanate a colour which relates to their personality or how they are feeling. There is a recognised spectrum of colours with appropriate interpretations and it is possible for most people to open themselves up to seeing the auras of people around them.

We all lay down on our yoga mats and Dr Graham led us in a guided meditation. I’d had a busy day at school, I was tired and although I was so keen to try the exercise, the first I knew of it was when she said, “Now open your eyes.” I had slept through the whole thing.

Was this exhaustion or a deep seated denial on my part? I’d never before or since fallen asleep in a relaxation class so why did I do it then? I’ll never know the answer but having that sort of ability could be disturbing. This is something Sylvie in my new novel “Friday Nights at Rosa’s” is having to contend with. She definitely does not want to face up to the implications of her physic gift, until circumstances make it inevitable that she must.

 

 

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