On Auras and How to Read Them, Part 2

     Rose Rosetree, author of Aura Reading Through All Your Senses dispels a lot of myths about what aura reading is and is not.

     First, it is not something that you necessarily born with.  According to her, almost anyone can learn to read an aura.  She gives several techniques on how to do just that.

     Second, aura reading is not always done with "second sight."  Auras may be read in other ways -- through any of the senses engaged in a extrasensory way (yep, according to Rosetree, you can 'taste' an aura).  For us empaths, we already read auras, either by sensing someone's physical state through our own bodies (like when we "catch" someone else's headache), or by feeling their emotions.

     Third, the colors that one "sees" are not the same ones that every other gifted persons sees, and the colors do not all mean the same thing.  I think one of the most important thing that Rosetree does is to take aura reading and aura readers off their spiritual pedestal and teaches you how to build your own internal dictionary of aura meanings.  Hats off to her for that!

On Auras and How to Read Them

     My curiosity guided me to read a book entitled Aura Reading Through All Your Senses by Rose Rosetree.  Remember her?  She was the author of the book I discussed about how to survive as an empath. (Curious?  click here). 

    First, let's review what an aura is.  Here is the condensed version: 

Auras are the layers of energy which permeate and surround the body.  Each layer, many say, corresponds to a chakra, and can reflect what is occurring with that person's physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual state.

     Here is a link to a picture.  Study that for a week, and we'll resume the book report next week.

To Close or Not to Close, That is the Question . . .

     I was reading a book entitled Chinese Wisdom: The Way of Perfect Harmony.  I ran across a description of how to sit in meditation.  It recommends, among other things, that one sits with eyes slightly open.  I don't know about you, but I find that difficult to do.  However, as the writer states,

In ancient times there were eminent monks specializing in concentration practice who always kept their eyes open when they sat.  Ch'an Master Fayun Yuatong also scolded people for sitting in meditation with their eyes closed, calling it a ghost cave in a mountain of darkness.  Evidently there is deep meaning in this, of which adepts are aware.

     I can understand that closing one's eyes during meditation might cause the monkey mind to increase its chatter, but I personally find it hard to not focus on what I'm seeing if I have my eyes open.  What about you?  To close or not to close, that is the question . . .

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A Meditative Experiment, Part 2

     In a post from a couple of weeks ago, I described how I practiced the YHWH meditation while waiting in the doctor's office.  Not only did it calm me, but it may have calmed people (or at least a crying child) in the vicinity.

     Which got me to thinking . . . .   What if meditation techniques like this, which focus on breathing out peace into the world, really had a measurable effect?  And what if this technique, among other meditation techniques, were practiced on a regular basis by scores or hundreds or even thousands of people worldwide?  What could the results be?  Less anger and violence in our neighborhoods and cities?  Fewer children experiencing abuse?  Perhaps more compassion felt by people for their fellows?  Could the trajectory of this planet be turned around? 

     I challenge you to devote ten minutes a day in a meditative state, focusing on breathing out peace and compassion into our world.  Remember, we are nothing more than conduits of the divine.  Please avoid the trap of believing that you, as a single human being, have anything to do with affecting these changes.  The emptier you are, the better it works.  Let it flow. 

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To All You Lovers Out There . . .

 





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A Meditative Experiment

     A while ago I wrote about a meditation technique called the YHWH meditation.  Basically, you inhale, envisioning the Divine entering through your crown, and then exhale, imagining that that divinity is flowing through you into the world.  (You can read my original explanation by clicking here). 

     Well, the other day I was sitting in a doctor's office, waiting . . . and waiting . . . as often happens, and I heard a young child crying loudly somewhere in the warren of exam rooms.  Since I had forgotten to bring reading material, I decided to practice this YHWH meditation.  Not long after I started, the crying stopped.  After a while, I got bored and was looking around the room.  The crying started again.  I went back to the meditation.  The crying stopped.  This continued for a while longer until I heard little running footsteps going down the hallway and toward the exit, along with the mother, who was talking to a nurse. 

     Am I taking credit for calming the child?  Absolutely not.  I really was envisioning myself as a conduit, nothing more.  Still, I found it a deeply relaxing and peaceful way to spend time waiting in the doctor's office.  Is certainly beat reading magazines left over from the last decade . . .

An Excellent Mystery

     You know how you back to some books you haven't read in years and find them fresher and deeper in meaning than the first time you read them?  Well, I've been slowly working through my old collection of Ellis Peters mysteries, and was reminded of how she (the author's real name was Edith Pargeter) could construct a story that really tugs at the heart.  I just finished An Excellent Mystery and highly recommend it.

     It takes place during the twelfth century, in a town in England not far from the border with Wales.  A monk who has a nose for solving mysteries and helping people reach their destiny, Brother Cadfael, helps to provide aid and comfort for two new brothers at the abbey.  One, it turns out, was a heroic leader in one of the crusade wars in Jerusalem, and the other is completely mute and provides a puzzle for Brother Cadfael to solve.

     I can't give away too much (it would definitely ruin the ending), but this is a story that examines the true nature of love.  Not romantic love as much, but deep, everlasting, do-anything-for-you love.  Agape love, if you know what that is.  A beautiful story, and a most excellent mystery.