Without any sense of being one of them, I’ve known people who claim to see auras around individuals. They have their own vocabulary regarding what each color means. And I’ve listened without agreeing or dissenting. It’s their experience, after all.
Still, I remember in the midst of one of New Hampshire’s first-in-the-nation presidential primaries when one of the hopefuls was moving through the office, along with his entourage. I couldn’t quite identify the face, but it was familiar. What struck me, intensely, though, the way he was surrounded by a black vapor.
And a black aura, as they said, was satanic.
Afterward, I realized it was Pat Robertson – the Reverend Pat Robertson.
I still feel a chill, recalling the incident, with no way of confirming how much is true or fallacious. But others have told me the same.
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This gives me the willies. What a perfect story for Halloween!