Hello Friends,
Today, we start off by venturing on the way-back machine. To a gentler time. A time before AI and the world wide web. A time where the word “selfie” might have implied a more intimate personal moment rather than a public display of self affection.
In the early 1990s, I found myself living in Atlanta, GA. Back then, Atlanta and the surrounding towns, was home to a vibrant alternate spiritual culture—astrologers, energy healers, psychics, and other assorted practitioners. It was an exciting, kooky, and supportive community.
I took full advantage of it, making time for as many diverse experiences as I could, from a past-life regression (I was not Cleopatra) to psychic surgery (I was healed of maladies I would never have).
During one event, I found myself in the company of a small group of people watching different beings (angels, spirits, and various other visitors from distant realms) appear in each other’s faces by candlelight (no it didn’t involve any recreational drugs, just flickering shadows and a suspension of disbelief).
I even took on the practise of Reiki, becoming attuned to the level of Master with a direct lineage leading back to its founder, Mikao Usui (I know, today, it seems, you can’t throw a rock without hitting someone who “does” Reiki—but this was back in 1992. I had never heard of it before).
In Reiki, the practitioner scans another person’s body to perceive their energy field, looking for hot and cold spots, blockages in their life force that need clearing out. Once these areas are located, the Reiki practitioner assists the person in redirecting their energy to help them find healing. A session can be relaxing and effective, depending on where the person is on their healing journey.
While I never embraced Reiki as a profession, I have used what I learned in the training to accomplish what amounts to party tricks—my favorite being that I can make stubborn dollar bills feed more successfully into vending machines. Not a terribly useful skill these days where vending machines will ding your phone for the price of a soda. (But invoking the spirit healers will help warm my hands when I’ve forgotten my gloves—they like performing even small miracles.)
But the one thing that I always wanted to do the entire time I was involved in the Atlanta spiritual community was see auras, the visible light that others claimed they could see surrounding a human. People who do this say they can actually see, rather than try to feel, energy flow issues.
Believe me, I tried. I still do.
No matter how hard I squint or blur my vision (like trying to make out the image hidden in a 3D poster at the mall), I see nothing even remotely resembling a human light orb.
Even though I can feel people's energy (no great trick if you've ever walked into a room where 2 people have just had a fight), I couldn't see it. And, as a science-minded guy, it's hard to believe in something without direct evidence…
Well, now we know beings emit light. A bunch of folks in Canada went looking for the light of life in a pile of mice.
They saw it!
The researchers found they could capture individual photons in the visible band of light popping out of the mouse cells before and after death.
https://www.sciencealert.com/we-emit-a-visible-light-that-vanishes-when-we-die-says-surprising-new-study
They found that these little beings glowed when they were alive and the glow dimmed when they passed to the great cheese maze in the sky.
Of course, it's more than a little sad that they killed the mice to see this darkness. I mean, they could have waited for natural causes—why is everyone in such a rush? The little guys would have died, eventually. Kind of like killing the last of a species to claim it was seen…
Anywho…
It seems that besides just giving off energy; we give off actual light. Our bodies, while we are alive, radiate photons. Not many. Maybe some more than others.
You all know who you are.
Happy reading, happy writing, happy glowing,
David
I enjoyed reading David’s latest segment: It Glows.