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