The History of Auras by Elizabeth Rose PIN 7430

The History of Auras

 The fascinating subject of Auras.

You may be interested to know, that they were first discovered in 1939 by a Russian Scientist called Semyon Kirlian.

He discovered the Aura by accident, he had put an object on a photographic plate which was connected to a source of electricity, which then showed the object, surrounded by some strange energy and the rest is history as they say.

Many Acupuncturists and Doctors believe that you can use the Auras to help determine people’s health in diagnosis, others poo poo it and think it is just the escape of particles of the skin the air and the electricity that is given off by the person.

In the 80’s there was someone called Dr Guy Coggins he was an engineer, and he was very interested in cosmic energy. He was interested in crystals and mood rings. He eventually brought out the first aura camera for sale. The camera gave the chance for people to see their own auras in a photograph. This was called the AuraCam3000 and however was later replaced by the AuraCam6000 which would cost you a tidy $10,000.

Occasionally you would see these cameras at psychic fairs and similar venues and would pay at least £20 years ago, for the pleasure of seeing your Aura.

There are even artists who like to paint the Aura, a fascinating topic for us to view.

Day In The Life of A Psychic (4) – Sophia

Day In The Life of A Psychic (4)

‘I took the road less travelled by…’ In my previous blog article, I wrote about the beginning of my journey from keen tarot learner to professional psychic. It’s a subject I would like to take up again today.

At the time of which I’m writing, I had enrolled at psychic college. I was learning lots of new and exciting things, including ribbon reading, angel card reading, pipe cleaner reading (!) and even carpet reading (!) The latter allowed me to see a woman’s pet cat in the carpet, by which I mean not just a few odd shapes or shadows that resembled her pet, but her actual ginger-and-white cat complete with pointed ears and whiskers.

I very much enjoyed all the different things I was learning. I seemed to have a real knack for ribbon reading. However, although I was able to make a connection using angel cards, and found the angelic message, that I had not been abandoned, very reassuring, the energy of that particular angel, Cassiel, was a bit overwhelming. I then carried out an angel card reading for one of my classmates, and using the imagery of the cards, I saw a little boy opening Christmas presents, (train set, toy soldiers), and my classmate standing on a high-up wooden bridge with a river flowing beneath her. I saw her hands around a blue oval globe, and light emanating from it. I saw a small purple flower like a fox-glove, and then a fox that was sporting a green jacket and a winning smile, like something out of a Beatrix Potter story. I felt that this was a slightly tricky person in my classmate’s life but that if she survived her encounter with him, she would pass into a beautiful meadow full of daisies and buttercups. The energy of the cards we were working with was loving, but almost too powerful – and I choose not to work with angel cards today. Nevertheless, the extensive meditations before every session at psychic college seemed to boost my psychic abilities and this was also helpful for my own private tarot learning.

One evening after psychic college, I carried out a tarot reading for my good friend Harmony. I turned over the Chariot card for her, which in my pack consisted of a black-and-white horse pulling a carriage. I read this card as being indicative of her feelings about love. She wanted the fairy-tale romance that the white horse promised but was fearful love might turn out to be the dark horse, mysterious and possibly even menacing. Afterwards, Harmony confirmed that was how she had been thinking about love.

A few months later, I became friends with Amna (not her real name), the mother of one my English students. She also proved to be a very naturally psychically gifted lady – to the extent that when I told her on the phone that Harmony was on holiday, she told me where, Canada, just like that. Amna was also very encouraging of my tarot reading, and I often used to give practise readings to her and her daughter. In addition, Amna was a qualified Reiki practitioner and eventually she decided we needed to make our skills known to the wider world. So she booked us a stall at a New Age Festival in Richmond. I told my new tutor about this at psychic college, and he persuaded me to invite a couple of my classmates to take part.

I found the first reading at the fair incredibly difficult, and then my classmate asked me if I had remembered to open up my chakras. Doh! In psychic terms, this is about as basic as remembering to brush your teeth before a job interview. After I opened up, the information flowed much more freely. Again, the Chariot card came up for a particular client. Because the charioteer was swathed in concealing veils, I psychically read the card to mean that someone this lady was dating was deceiving her. Afterwards, she confirmed this was correct.

This particular lady made me realise that spirit is quite likely to send clients to me who have been through life experiences similar to my own. This means I can approach their challenges in a an empathetic, yet practical, grounded way. Similarly, I remember my tutor at psychic college describing how he had tragically lost his partner in a boating accident. He often said that several of his own psychic clients had experienced the same tragedy, although, statistically, that must be quite rare, and suggests there is far more at work here than mere coincidence.

The New Age Festival was my first experience of working professionally as a psychic, although I had been studying at psychic college for around four years by then. Prior to that, I had undertaken two years of a fairly intense online meditation and healing course. However, there were still some further steps I needed to take before I was ready to apply to Moon Predictions and Elizabeth Rose: at that point I hadn’t ever carried out a single reading on the telephone!

A Day in the life of a Psychic – Blog 3 – Sophia Pin 7419

I’m sure there are many different and worthwhile ways of learning tarot, including books and courses and lessons, but my own psychic path has been a bit more unconventional. Nevertheless, it has worked for me. One of my mentors said that I progressed so rapidly, spirit must really want me to do this work.

I remember being fascinated by tarot as a teenager and being able to lay down cards which seemed to represent the people around me in accordance with their star-signs. But, at that time, that was all I could do. The magic that is tarot-reading had not yet been unlocked for me. So what did make the magic happen?

Fast forwards a couple of decades, and I had joined an online meditation group, ostensibly intended to train you as a healer. The head of the course kept telling me I had intuitive ability, but at the time I hardly knew what that meant. But, thanks to two-hour meditations a day (hardcore!) I definitely began developing psychic skills. I started to experience clairvoyant glimpses – for example, glimmers of a film I actually watched the next day, or a vision of a cuddly yellow star that a girl from the group had stitched.

This girl, whom I knew at that time as Harmony, became one of my good friends. She was also an excellent psychic. When we began to meet up in cafes in Camden, I would teach her ribbon readings and she would teach me tarot. The intense, focused daily meditations we were both doing seemed to heighten our psychic abilities. This helped me to learn from her and since we had a good connection, the psychic information flowed freely.

I still remember Harmony laying the cards in rows and asking me who I could identify. I began to associate particular cards with particular people in my life: Knight of Wands (sexy but not much else); King of Cups (my ex-husband); Queen of Pentacles (my houseproud mother.) Using tarot cards, Harmony accurately predicted my divorce, my house-move, and a few unsuitable boyfriends (Knights rather than Kings) before, finally, the pack spilled out the Lovers card (true love!) It took so long for him to arrive that I began to wonder if he ever would. I had to believe what the psychics say, that what is meant for you will not pass you by. I also had to heal from my past relationships and grow and evolve as a person – and in all fairness, my fiancé, the King of Wands, had to as well.

In the early stages of my learning, I remember writing to the head of the online meditation group full of excitement for the tarot and ribbon reading skills I was developing. Unfortunately, he didn’t share my excitement and I was barred from the group with no explanation. When I asked my trusty tarot pack why, I was given the Page of Swords card, which I associate with a teacher or educator. However, when I read the card psychically, the Page’s arms were shaking and his sword was wobbling. I took this to mean that the group leader, undoubtedly a gifted psychic in his own right, was feeling threatened by the abilities I was developing. It’s a shame, since I only ever worked with love and integrity, calling on spirit, angels and guides.

By now, I was using the Gilded tarot pack more and more. I had been introduced to its beautiful, highly-coloured images on a one day course and it had really resonated with me. Later, my housemate bought me a pack of my own as a birthday present – tarot packs are traditionally meant to be given as gifts. When I unwrapped the parcel, I felt a wonderful glow of warmth in my hands – usually a sign from spirit that I am on the right path. I find the figures represented in the pack look like people I know, and in my early days of learning, this was very helpful and meant that I didn’t necessarily have to memorise meanings when I could see them for myself. It

also gave an extra depth to my readings and helped me progress quite rapidly. I was continuing to learn a great deal from Harmony and I also attended workshops when I could. I went to an open day at the psychic college where I would later study, and had a tarot reading from one of the Advanced students, only to realise I was now fairly close to that level myself. However, my continued evolution from enthusiastic learner to professional psychic will be the subject of a future blog article – so says the Seven of Cups!