Auras

Auras

From Maya’s Journal 

I don’t know why, but today I want to write about auras. My brothers know I can sense energy as part of my general angel freakfestness, but they have no idea how deep it goes, how much of their emotions, thoughts and pains I can see reflected in the cloud of color around them.

Auras are…well, I don’t know all the proper science behind it or why exactly angels are able to see auras. Probably because we feed off them. I bet Tarren would have a field day trying to figure it all out, but I’m not about to give him a head’s up. He already hides enough from me. If I told him and Gabe what I could really see, they’d never feel comfortable around me. Okay, it’s not like Tarren’s all that comfortable around me anyway – or pretty much anything that’s not a punching bag or a firearm for that matter – but no sense it making it worse.

What I do know is that auras are energy. I feel them, pulsing, calling to me. Every animal has an aura, even plants and trees. But humans have the most vibrant, the most tantalizing, the strongest auras. It drifts around them like a soft, glowing fog of colors. Blue is the base color, but there are always more colors, so many different colors, fading in and out, growing darker and lighter, all creating a complex matrix of emotion that I am just beginning to understand.

No one person’s aura is identical, and the same shade can mean different things between two people. For instance, my brother Gabe has the most beautiful blue in his aura. The color is pure and deep like the sky over the Atlantic on a cloudless day. Whenever I see this blue in his aura, I know that things are okay with him. Usually there are also some shades of green in his aura, which is his happy color. Sometimes when Gabe tells what he thinks is a good joke, his whole aura lights up in sparkling emeralds, and then I laugh, because that color makes me feel so warm, like I’m home.

Tarren’s blue is different from Gabe’s blue. His baseline is darker, muddier, but I guess that reflects his personality. Tarren always tries to control his emotions, so his aura is usually on lockdown, but when he gets tired or loosens up every once in a blue moon, his aura churns – ticking up and down, and I think this must be a reflection of his restless mind. Sometimes I catch rustic hues in his aura – oranges and yellows and auburns. These are colors of discomfort, though I haven’t figured out much more than that. Frustration? Regret? Shame? Who’s to say with him.

Trying to keep it all straight is nearly impossible. Most auras are a cacophony of colors, with shades constantly fading in and out and shifting into different hues.

When emotions run high, it can be a problem for me. If someone gets angry or distraught, their aura can expand, bursting out from their body in great, galloping plumes of energy, pulsing so bright it can nearly burn my retinas – not to mention what it does to my appetite.

Sometimes when Gabe gets to a really hard level on a video game, his aura will grow sharp and churn up and down like undulating waves of the ocean. The worst is when Tarren gets into the throes of his nightmares. He turns into a supernova of pain and secrets, his aura ratcheting up and pulsing ruby reds and neon oranges. It’s enough to make me…never mind.

Anyway, I’m thinking that I should at least start sketching out a rough scale of colors and the emotions I associate with them. I’m not even sure if I have it all right, but here goes nothing:

  • Blue – normal, satisfied, unworried
  • Green – playful, happy, teasing, warmth
  • Violet – serene, calm, love, happiness, hopeful
  • Dark Purple (reddish like plums or red wine): lust, arousal
  • Yellow- guilt, sadness, regret, shyness,
  • Orange – embarrassment, shame, anxiety, discomfort, nervousness
  • Red – physical, mental and emotional pain, fear, anger
  • White – extreme emotion, fury, agony, acute despair,  mental pain
  • Brown – exhaustion, depression, low-grade despair, physical illness
  • Gray – physical or mental weakness, physical sickness, unconscious, exhaustion
  • Black – emptiness, extreme depression

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Deidre


Age: 24
Occupation: Housekeeper to Nathaniel Hayward
Hobbies: Playing the cello

About: Deidre may not be a particularly good housekeeper, have a lot of natural talents or ever be able to tame her frizzy red hair, but what she lacks in life skills she makes up for in perseverance.  She needs a lot of it as she dodges the practical jokes of the haunted mansion's two resident poltergeists, makes sure The Thing In The Basement has fresh cow heads to munch on, and puts up with her cranky boss Nathaniel who is libel to drain whoever knocks on his door (usually Mormons) if she doesn't watch him.

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Nathaniel


Age: 266
Occupation: Vampire of leisure
Hobbies: Cleaning musket, reading biographies, watching I Dream of Jeannie, campaigning for Dwight D. Eisenhower

About: Nathaniel doesn't understand why everyone gets so uppity about newfangled fads like the telephone and horseless carriage. He also doesn't approve of the loose today's loose social morals, what with women walking around wearing pants and making it to age 20 without at least one child on their hip. This isn't what Nathaniel fought in the Revolutionary War for (only at night). The worst of the lot is his housekeeper, Deidre, a bitter old maid who insists he stop sucking the life blood from the Mormons who knock on his door and can't even get prune juice stains out of his kerchiefs.

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Dex


Age: Unknown
Occupation: Conveyor of Extreme Emotions
Hobbies: Guiding unwilling individuals to the conclusion that true fear resides in the devastation we bring to our planet and to our society.

About: Dex is dedicated to transcending the poltergeist stereotype by delving deeper into the nature of fear and showing his unwilling victims that our own reality is what truly deserves our fear and notice. He accomplishes this by through artistic haunting - murals, dioramas and even living projects (which tend to scurry away and end up jumping out at Deidre from the kitchen cabinets). Dex is a ghost with a cause, and he won't rest in peace until you've heard it.

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Sloppy Joe


Age: Unknown
Occupation: Scary-ass Poltergeist
Hobbies: Making Girl Scouts piss their skirts

About: Sloppy Joe grew up on the mean streets of Zanesville, Ohio  where he was pursuing a career as the world's latest and greatest skinny white rapper when he met his untimely death. Nathaniel's mansion is his first official haunted residence. He's still getting used to his powers, but that doesn't stop him from trying to make Deidre's life hell and demonstrate that death doesn't keep down a brother from Zanesville.

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Silas


Age: 79
Occupation: Retire factory worker/part-time vampire hunter
Hobbies: Collecting lawn gnomes, killing vampires

About: Silas was all set to marry his high-school sweetheart in the 1950s until she came home one day a couple of shades paler and with some dental enhancements. After staking his fiancé, Silas vowed to  kill the vampire who had turned her. This led to a 50-year stint as a part-time vampire hunter  and eventually brought Silas to Nathaniel's door. With his fanny pack filled with stakes, Silas is ready to avenge his long lost love.

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Silvia


Age: Claims to be 45
Occupation: Between jobs
Hobbies: Bingo, shopping on QVC, flirting

About: Silvia is proof that some gold diggers never stop digging. When she sets her sights on Nathaniel, she's not worried about his fangs as long as his bank account is just as sharp. Not one to put all her eggs in one basket, Silvia also treats Henrick the werefrog to a little of her wrinkly good stuff. Sure, the extra long tongue is a bit of a turnoff, but she just saw the cutest pair of heels on QVC. No time for scruples when there's sexy footwear on the line.

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Henrick


Age: Unknown
Occupation: Insect control
Hobbies: Taking a snack break at the dumpsters behind the nearest buffet (he only comes for the flies)

About: Henrick is an obese werefrog who was quite the monster back in his day. Now, confined to an electronic scooter, his terrorizing the human populace days are well behind him...unless something really gets him riled up.

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Drew


Age: 25
Occupation: Assistant shift manager at Arbys
Hobbies: Rooting for the Browns, playing Xbox

About: Drew just wants to be your everyday slacker jock. He's got the good looks, nowhere job and deep thought avoidance radar that would make him the perfect addition to any state college frat keggar. Unfortunately, a small genetic inheritance keeps getting in his way, as Deidre learns first hand. Even the knowledge of Drew's dark secret can't douse the flames of Deidre's crush though she knows that the handsome jock never falls for the chubby nerd...or does he?

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The Thing in the Basement


Age: Unknown
Occupation: Vortex of destruction
Hobbies: Anything that involves mayhem

About: The Thing In The Basement shall not be spoken of.

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