November 2020 – Elizabeth Rose
Tap For Available Readers
The Aura


The Aura is a fascinating topic. It is an energy field of around one to two feet around living things.


To Feel Your own Aura.

All you have to do is rub your hands together and this activates the energy that you have in your body.

You will feel a tingling or warm sensation or maybe even a vibrating sensation – this is nothing to be alarmed about it is just the energy in your body.

When you feel one of these sensations place your hands with the palms facing each other.

Then slowly pull your hands apart then back together again, you should then be aware of what the Aura feels like. It may take a few times of doing this before you tune into your Aura, you do need to be relaxed and concentrating so don’t worry if you don’t get it straight away.


To See your Own Aura


It is simple to do, just face a mirror a full length one if you can.

Concentrate on the tips of your fingers and let your eyes go out of focus, extend your arm as far out as possible and you will see a fine white mist, this is the Aura.

Move your gaze very slowly and you will see your Aura around your body.

It may take a while before you see actual colours, but with practise it will come.

You can practise on plants and other people, and the colours that you see will fascinate you.

Day In The Life of A Psychic (2)…

I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong…
From my years at psychic college, I knew I had some mediumship ability. Even practising at
home, I had made contact with my friend’s mother in spirit. I had asked her whether things
would work out romantically between me and her son. ‘Not if you keep on with the other fella,’
came back the tart response. Her reply suggested to me that people in spirit really can see what
we do – and they are more likely to favour their own family members!
My own great-grandmother in spirit gave me some more helpful dating advice, ‘Choose the
man who offers you the most.’ I have often pondered this comment. I don’t think my great-
grandmother meant choose the person who offers you the most material security, but rather the
one with the kindest, most loving and most honest heart: the one who offers the most of
himself, his time, his opinions, his honesty and his attention.
Anyway, as I said, I knew I had some mediumship ability, and when I moved out of London
I was keen to join the local Circle in my new home-town and develop my skills. The group I
joined was full of lovely people, very warm and welcoming. However, the teaching methods were
a bit different to what I was used to. At psychic college, we would begin with a short meditation
and then we would be paired off with one of our classmates to see which people from spirit and
which messages came through. In this Circle though, there was one, long, guided meditation in
which the group leader led you through beautiful landscapes: fields, valleys, old country houses.
During these walks, spirit people would join you, and then after the meditation, you were
encouraged to share your experiences.
I admit, I was very impressed when one member of the group glimpsed Henry VIII in a
Tudor mansion, whilst another perfectly described my tiny, four foot eight French grandmother,
complete with white hair, navy-striped blouse and lacy, crotcheted shawl. My own visits from
spirit were more fleeting, but I kept trying, kept persevering. And then, suddenly, one week I
could barely connect at all!
I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong, or even if I was doing anything wrong at all.
The following week, on the day of the Circle, my partner started talking randomly about the
character of Monica from the TV show Friends. ‘I don’t like her,’ he kept saying. ‘I just don’t like
her.’ My ears pricked up. I knew spirit sometimes communicated with me through meaningful
coincidences, and there was a girl called Monica who had recently joined the Circle I was
attending. Could she be linked in some way to my sudden difficulties with mediumship?
I observed her closely that week. She was still a teenager, and generally well-liked by the other
members of the group. She was also a very gifted medium. I was puzzled. I felt my own abilities
were somehow being stifled, but was Monica in any way responsible?
In the end, I spoke to Elizabeth Rose’s/Moon Prediction’s psychic Agnes for some advice. I
told her the names of some of the people in the Circle, and she, like me, honed in on the fact
that Monica’s energy was in some ways problematic for me. She felt that there was a bit of
unconscious rivalry between us, and that Monica was not only unconsciously drawing on my
own energy, but that she was acting like a strong man or bouncer who was energetically barring
me from entering! However, Agnes gave me some very helpful advice. She told me I needed to
up my psychic protection techniques before I attended the Circle. She also told me to take some

amethyst and rose quartz crystals with me – at which I burst out laughing, because before the
previous Circle, I had laid these crystals out on my desk but then forgotten to take them with
me. Finally, Agnes told me to use part of the meditation to send love to Monica. She predicted
that if I did all these things, I would regain my ability. I thought this was all excellent advice. I
also picked up a pyrite crystal, intended to strengthen my aura. Then, armed with my rocks and
my new-found sense of confidence, I set off for the Circle.
That evening I directed the purest and most loving energy I could at Monica. The pyrite
crystal in my fingertips began to twitch and vibrate and it seemed that any negative energy was
being transmuted into something more positive. That evening, I was able to make contact with
my grandfather, who showed me a photo of my father when he was much younger, reminding
me of how we all used to be. Monica, in contrast, was only able to describe the braces of a spirit
person, nothing else.
Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t out to bring about Monica’s downfall or anything like that. I
just didn’t want to be giving her an energetic piggyback and I wanted my own abilities to be
restored to me. This, thanks to Agnes’s advice, is what seemed to happen. Since then, however,
the Circle I attend has been temporarily closed due to covid and various lockdowns. I miss
everyone there and wait to see, with interest, what happens when it opens up again.

Day In The Life Of A Psychic… 

Possessing psychic ability is a wonderful thing and the good news is we are all intuitive to a greater or lesser extent. However, except for the psychic Mozarts among us, developing psychic skills also requires a lot of dedication and practice. But when we have truly allowed spirit into our lives, it can start to impact on them in some extraordinary ways. This series of blog entries is going to attempt to reveal what it’s like to be a modern psychic in an increasingly chaotic world (or perhaps that’s just Mercury Retrograde again. Maybe it will calm down after November 3rd!) 

     The first thing I want to write about, because it was the first thing I learned at psychic college, is ribbon-reading. This is a form of psychometry that is very easy to practice at home. It requires you, the budding psychic, to gather together a collection of ribbons. In my collection, there are ribbons from old dresses, parcels and gift bags, all the colours of the rainbow, and I keep them in a bag covered with sequins.  

     When you have assembled your collection, you ask your lovely volunteer to pick a ribbon of their choice and cup it in their hands to imprint their energy on it. This can take a few minutes, during which time you call on your angels and guides to help you with the reading you are about to undertake. Then you take the ribbon from your volunteer and feel your way down it with your fingertips. This allows you to read the other person’s energy. It is also when spirit may allow you to glimpse your volunteer’s hopes and dreams, or give you images, songs or sayings connected with their past, present and future, which you can share with them. For the aspiring psychic, it can be a bit difficult to sort out which is which, but practice really does make perfect – and keeping a psychic journal you can refer back to helps as well.  

     The summer that my best friend and I discovered ribbon reading, seven years ago, was one of great delight to us. Not only did we glimpse on the ribbon the Highland dancing festival complete with bagpipes and kilts that we actually saw in Camden in real life the following day, but spirit also decided to comfort us with visions of our future weddings. At the time, I knew very little about Indian weddings, so I was very tentative when I described the henna party or the beautiful red-and-gold wedding dress I could see for her. However, her enthusiastic response made me think I was onto something – and also gave me more confidence in my ability as a ribbon reader. She could also see a wedding reception for me, in a hotel, with pillars behind me. Neither of us could see the grooms though: just very sketchy outlines where they would be standing. In fact, it would be another five years before spirit would start giving us visions as to who our future husbands would be, so perhaps we just weren’t meant to know who they were before that. 

     Nevertheless, when I opened up my psychic journal from 2013, I found I had scribbled down the words to the song, ‘Going to the chapel/And we’re gonna get married’ with its lyrics, ‘Spring is here/The sky is blue…’ And, covid restrictions permitting, I really am going to get married next spring (for my friend, it’s next summer.) Songs are of course one way in which spirit communicates with us, but ribbons are another fantastic tool to access psychic information. I predict I’ll be writing more about them in another blog entry  and more about the adventures and misadventures of me and my psychic friends as we go about our daily lives, combining the ordinary with the magical.