Aura-n't you fabulous!
Human energy, part II
There are times when I seem to step into a zone of hyper-awareness. Trees, the sky, animals will all seem sharper. The deer in the park may feel as if they are communicating with me as I pause and speak with them. I will chat with crows. I will notice things like license plates and how I had seen THAT car and THAT license plate three days earlier across town in front of a specific house. I will notice the number of people in cars before I pass them. Sometimes it’s a bit spooky.
Along with this I will sometimes sense the glow of individuals around me. I can feel their bubbles of existence. For me it is usually just a faintly lighted blob, but mood is included. I will sense the positivity, or, perhaps, vitriol that is spilling from people. I have also sensed illness…severe. Know pain.
Occasionally when I go to hot yoga I will lay on my back before the class with my eyes closed and listen to the door. I will reach out as people come and go and feel where they go and who they are. I will reach out for the mood, calm? elevated? angry? Often when I open my eyes the room is filled almost as I expected. Usually there is at least one that I did not expect at all… one that I can’t even sense. They are a mystery.
I think my mood sensor is most valuable in my daily existence… and I use it all the time. I do make decisions on people’s moods, dark or light, fairly quickly. And… I think, fairly accurately. A new guy was in hot class yesterday. My immediate impression was that he was a gentle soul. I volunteered information about the class before we began and chatted with him afterwards. The chat afterwards, after a hard hard class, let me know that he really was a kind soul. He brought a good mood to the room. (do I really know? No, may never see him again! shrug)
The sparks
Elke (1989-1991) was my first and greatest muse. She was dark. Red hair dyed black. Piercings. Black makeup. She introduced me to longing. The unattainable. Mystery. The power of a long distance relationship existing only through handwritten letters is hard to mimic today. The deep emotions that form without contact is perplexing, amazing, and confounding. The weeks between her letters were my most prolific periods of writing. It was deep and poignant, powerful and rooted. The flow I have now largely materialized out of those 2 years. Despite the distance, her energy was there. I could sense her in Utah or in Puerto Rico. I could sense her so well that when she thought she was being sneaky and traveled to Seattle to see me, I knew something was up. She did not catch me by surprise… but she did catch me and I ended up falling. Falling due to her unpredictability and chaotic in person aura that was confusing and pointing in a thousand directions. It was hard to match with the parts her writing had shown me. On the other hand, my aura left her bewildered … too stable, even, steady and conservative in appearance. Where was the creative writer that had wooed her with words? I am not so loquacious or poetic when I speak. I am more cautious when I converse. My brain attaches more easily to my hand than my tongue, it seems. Her chaos left as abruptly as it appeared. I did not see the leaving coming. And when she disappeared, I could no longer sense her and I was devastated.
Nicolle was bright and bubbly and pink. When I think of her I think of her in her pink rain jacket and how I just couldn’t wrap my head around how I was attracted to such a thing. But there we were. She was the pink glow I needed to introduce me to the world of folks that mostly function in the mainstream. Pink glow, for sure. A pink glow that was frequently more wild than the black of Elke. Pink shell of camouflage is what it was. I don’t think I ever really knew what was underneath.
Katie was a fireball. A blizzard. Her energy was always pretty easy to read but it could turn on a dime and it was pretty much always powerful. I loved her energy. Craved it. She forced me to take notice rather than just accept. She made me feel alive. She said she craved mine because I was such an even force… a steadiness that would help keep her grounded. How far would her negative peaks have gone without me around? I don’t really know. Scary to think about. I was not always grounded. It always surprised her when I would have my extreme moments.
Connections
In another vein… TK is a longtime friend from way way way back and we will go long periods of time without seeing each other. Pine forests and lakes. When we do meet up it’s an odd experience. Often we have the same beard, the same glasses, the same… well name it. It’s spooky. When we hang out for even just a few minutes we start taking on each other’s mannerisms. Folks think we’re brothers… are sure we are brothers. It is as if our aura’s meld into one. A big annoying one.
KS is similar, really. Not that we look at all alike. She is much prettier. She is steady. Consistent and accepting. A tropical island. Her veil of purple and green has been vital in the three years since Katie died. Hanging out with her is the comfort of a warm afghan knitted by grandma. We can just hang out and talk or do nothing and it’s all good. She’s there for me and I’m happy to be there for her. Just because. The veil and afghan hide a lot, but that’s okay.
For both TK and KS I can think of them, reach out spiritually, and know they are there regardless of the distance. See their colors. They are the ones I send energy to when my spirit tells me it is time. I won’t always know why. And when our energies combine it’s like we’re bubbles from a bubble machine and we’re connected. Floating. I would go on any adventure with either one of them and know it would all be good. We float the same way.
WhoAmI?
Me. I’m not sure, but I may be green / blue. A mixture of calm ocean and dark rain forest. Waves occasionally crashing internally against high cliffs.
Energies… Feel them.
I am yearning for the next spark, for sure. Be open. Be patient. I doubt it will be like anything I’ve known before.



As a teacher. This post really makes me think about my students more, and the richness and diversity that happens when people gather together to do something