The aura surrounds us and our environment. Some people claim that they can see a person’s aura and tell what color it is. Different colors pertain to different emotions.
She made a jangling noise with every movement. Alanna didn’t so much walk about the room as much as glide, twirling her hands slightly as if working against a current. “Come, don’t be shy.” When she held out her hands, I flinched. Alanna merely smiled, and motioned me with a “come here” gesture. Unbeknownst to me, this aura-reading business was quite the process.
My synapses spiral and images of electronic spits fizzled in my head. My auras were worsening as my breathe deepened and panic settled in the pit of my achey stomach.
Aura is related to time. Over a period of time it becomes difficult to tell as to whether or not the aura from the past still remains there as it is. If aura remains as it is then definitely there is something for sure to look about that person.
Aki’s always had this special sort of aura about him. You interact with him for five minutes and you find yourself drowning in his passion or his anger or his adulation to love and sex.
THe aura of the world around is mesmerizing. IT influences us more than we think it does. The way we feel, talk and even do, all is influenced by the place we are in. Sometimes it can be disturbing, bringing us down. Otherwise it can be positive, boosting our morales high and filling us with zeal to do better things. So mind the universe and live happily.
She has a good “aura”…is what they often say? Often interchangeably said with “spirit” or “vibe.” WIth that said, is aura a spiritual energy that presents a vibration/
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Radiating an aura of apathy and intelligence, she was not a beast to be trifled with. She would break you down with nothing more than her words and wouldn’t give it a second thought when she walked away from the mess.
The aura around the sun shone brightly in Alex’s eyes as he ran across the football feild in Chelsa, England. It made his skin shine with a golden brown aura as well and his ball was illuminated by an aura. This light was definatley strange.
Lights. Northern Lights. Flaming. Seering. Above it all. Below. Sitting quietly. Tents, and hats and gloves. We camp. We see. We feel. Alive. We beat the darkness. There is. Light.
Painfully aware of her unremarkable disposition, Dawn watched her sister Tania under hooded eyes as their father doted on her with kisses. Tania was born magnetic powers, and without even trying, she could shift the universe. Dawn hated her. She hated the people who broke their necks to be near her sister. She even hated the sun, which seemed to always follow her.
He was very blue today. I mean, he’s blue every day. You can’t change your aura. But today, today, he is extremely blue. Icy, even. I have a feeling this won’t end well for me, or for anyone.
It was sitting there with its head on its knees, looking lost and scared, a child lost without its mother. It was brownish-red in colour, but gave off a strong blue glow from its chest, and had an overall aura of a lighter shade of blue, almost green, that grew and faded in time with its breathing. It looked at her, but made no attempt to move, so lacking any other tactic, Suzanne said “Hello!”.
Our leader could change everything. He had an enchanting personality and a rather positive aura with a spoonful of wisdom. We hoped our worries and woes would be answered when he comes to power, which were only possible if he existed ever.
“Aura,” she said. “I can see yours. It’s unlike any I’ve ever seen.” She furrowed her brow. “Is that bad?” I asked. “No, but I love it.” We hear a sound. It’s the sun turning black for the night. We watch the sunset.
He stood, maybe 5 feet away, just looking. Standing. Staring. He had a creepy aura, even though it was the middle of the day and his face was neutral. I could see he was trouble, trouble for me, perhaps dangerous. I looked away, for an escape.
There seemed to be an aura around the castle. It looked like a deep purple mist, billowing from between the stonework and entangling itself between vines and trees.
Aura.
Some are strong
Some weak
Some blue
Others red
Pokémon can sense them
And trust based on it
So why can’t I see them?
Why can’t I trust again
Is it, perhaps,
I don’t have one?
Auras are an interesting topic, no? I can’t even remember the first time auras were mentioned to me but I’ve thought of them fondly since. My favorite types of descriptions are the ones that include colors. Textures make them even better. Creating a visual of something you can’t actually see? Amazing.
There is an aura of something about to happen, and I hope that ‘something’ involves tomorrow, and walking into the black-walled room, and being well-received by the watchers. Prayers and good thoughts and well wishes would be much appreciated.
“You’ve met him, right? What’s your take on this ‘Jarvis’ character?” I asked, turning my attention to the wry blonde.
“He’s bad news,” she said immediately and I couldn’t help but frown. It wasn’t like Jaime to condemn people so fast.
“How so?”
“Well, his auras this dingy gray,” she began with a shudder, “I felt like I needed a shower just for being in the same room. I can’t imagine what actually WORKING for him would feel like. And I don’t WANT too,”
He could feel, she knew. He could feel her aura and this made her slightly uncomfortable. He could feel how upset she was, how alone she felt, how awful she believed she was and it didn’t sit well with her. Who was he but a stranger and yet he already knew he deepest, darkest of secrets she tried to hide so well.
I remember when I was into reading people’s aura. It was a time when I lived near the aura capital of the world and it was true that I could see people’s aura. Everyone has one. It’s a treasure to be able to see it. Go to Edgar Cayce and see what he says about it. That’s why I was able. Those were the days, my friend.
One minute is not even remotely enough time for this shit, good fucking lord. How are you supposed to sum up a deeply spiritual feeling in such little time? Everyone has an aura. Absolutely everyone, in a variety of colors and feelings. Sickly greens and flirty pinks, and everything in between. And I’ve seen ’em all.
There was something menacing about the man in the blue hat. Mamrie could see a faint scar on his left cheek that looked almost like a hook. He had what seemed to be curly red hair under his hat and exactly four freckles, two on each side. She had counted them unconsciously, but she knew for sure that they were four. Yet, somehow she couldn’t quite remember his face. It was a blurred memory and it almost worried her that she couldn’t remember but she shrugged it off. A cold windentered the ticket booth she tended, and she shivered a bit. She remembered that her late father could have had red hair. But then, at her age, she assumed it normal to forget things.
When asked about the trait she liked best about herself, she internally would answer “my aura”. But, she quickly came to realize that such traits are not respected in a competitive world. First impressions are everything and unfortunately people are more interested in face value than anything deeper.
The empty space between that is filled with ideas and emotion; passion, love, hate, lust, friendship, happiness, depression. It is what fills in the gaps between this and that, how two beings interact, what is sent across the cosmos from me to you.
i dont know exactly the meaning of this word i am imaging a cloud like a light bluey purple one that surrounds a magic person also it is wonderful to say it out loud aura it’s fun
The force is strong with this one, he thought, as he showed the new kid how to use the cash register. As if realizing he was thinking about her, the girl looked up, her blue eyes bright. If she had an aura, he thought, it’d be bright green.
Silver, the moonlight in his hair
something about him intrigues her depths
as she plays timid and naive
but knows the words on the tip of her tongue
and the flutters in her heart
and the ache in her soul
cannot reach out to this angelic man
through fears of throwing away the present
for an uncertain future
with a man with an aura of orange and pink
and a language that speaks to the depths of her very being.
This immediately makes me think of mood rings. Aren’t they supposed to reflect your aura? I remember vaguely having one when I was younger; I think it was a hand-me-down from someone? Or maybe a dollar-store bargoon. It was a big stone and a metal ring that turned my finger green after a few handwashes.
The aura surrounds us and our environment. Some people claim that they can see a person’s aura and tell what color it is. Different colors pertain to different emotions.
She made a jangling noise with every movement. Alanna didn’t so much walk about the room as much as glide, twirling her hands slightly as if working against a current. “Come, don’t be shy.” When she held out her hands, I flinched. Alanna merely smiled, and motioned me with a “come here” gesture. Unbeknownst to me, this aura-reading business was quite the process.
My synapses fizzled and electro waved shot through my brain. I panicked as the anxiety settled into the stomach acid swishing inside my body
My synapses spiral and images of electronic spits fizzled in my head. My auras were worsening as my breathe deepened and panic settled in the pit of my achey stomach.
Aura is related to time. Over a period of time it becomes difficult to tell as to whether or not the aura from the past still remains there as it is. If aura remains as it is then definitely there is something for sure to look about that person.
Aki’s always had this special sort of aura about him. You interact with him for five minutes and you find yourself drowning in his passion or his anger or his adulation to love and sex.
THe aura of the world around is mesmerizing. IT influences us more than we think it does. The way we feel, talk and even do, all is influenced by the place we are in. Sometimes it can be disturbing, bringing us down. Otherwise it can be positive, boosting our morales high and filling us with zeal to do better things. So mind the universe and live happily.
She has a good “aura”…is what they often say? Often interchangeably said with “spirit” or “vibe.” WIth that said, is aura a spiritual energy that presents a vibration/
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Radiating an aura of apathy and intelligence, she was not a beast to be trifled with. She would break you down with nothing more than her words and wouldn’t give it a second thought when she walked away from the mess.
The aura around the sun shone brightly in Alex’s eyes as he ran across the football feild in Chelsa, England. It made his skin shine with a golden brown aura as well and his ball was illuminated by an aura. This light was definatley strange.
People said that i had a calming aura around me.
Lights. Northern Lights. Flaming. Seering. Above it all. Below. Sitting quietly. Tents, and hats and gloves. We camp. We see. We feel. Alive. We beat the darkness. There is. Light.
Painfully aware of her unremarkable disposition, Dawn watched her sister Tania under hooded eyes as their father doted on her with kisses. Tania was born magnetic powers, and without even trying, she could shift the universe. Dawn hated her. She hated the people who broke their necks to be near her sister. She even hated the sun, which seemed to always follow her.
He was very blue today. I mean, he’s blue every day. You can’t change your aura. But today, today, he is extremely blue. Icy, even. I have a feeling this won’t end well for me, or for anyone.
She stood in a field of growing tall grasses and her aura was as gold as the sun around her body. He stood mesmerized by her beauty
An aura is the best thing to be around. In a space, place, and zone. Do not be afraid of the aura. For it is one.
It was sitting there with its head on its knees, looking lost and scared, a child lost without its mother. It was brownish-red in colour, but gave off a strong blue glow from its chest, and had an overall aura of a lighter shade of blue, almost green, that grew and faded in time with its breathing. It looked at her, but made no attempt to move, so lacking any other tactic, Suzanne said “Hello!”.
Our leader could change everything. He had an enchanting personality and a rather positive aura with a spoonful of wisdom. We hoped our worries and woes would be answered when he comes to power, which were only possible if he existed ever.
“Aura,” she said. “I can see yours. It’s unlike any I’ve ever seen.” She furrowed her brow. “Is that bad?” I asked. “No, but I love it.” We hear a sound. It’s the sun turning black for the night. We watch the sunset.
He stood, maybe 5 feet away, just looking. Standing. Staring. He had a creepy aura, even though it was the middle of the day and his face was neutral. I could see he was trouble, trouble for me, perhaps dangerous. I looked away, for an escape.
There seemed to be an aura around the castle. It looked like a deep purple mist, billowing from between the stonework and entangling itself between vines and trees.
Aura.
Some are strong
Some weak
Some blue
Others red
Pokémon can sense them
And trust based on it
So why can’t I see them?
Why can’t I trust again
Is it, perhaps,
I don’t have one?
Auras are an interesting topic, no? I can’t even remember the first time auras were mentioned to me but I’ve thought of them fondly since. My favorite types of descriptions are the ones that include colors. Textures make them even better. Creating a visual of something you can’t actually see? Amazing.
There is an aura of something about to happen, and I hope that ‘something’ involves tomorrow, and walking into the black-walled room, and being well-received by the watchers. Prayers and good thoughts and well wishes would be much appreciated.
The aura of the room was glorious, I found myself taken aback by what she had done. Everything was perfect, I couldn’t wait for our life to begin.
“You’ve met him, right? What’s your take on this ‘Jarvis’ character?” I asked, turning my attention to the wry blonde.
“He’s bad news,” she said immediately and I couldn’t help but frown. It wasn’t like Jaime to condemn people so fast.
“How so?”
“Well, his auras this dingy gray,” she began with a shudder, “I felt like I needed a shower just for being in the same room. I can’t imagine what actually WORKING for him would feel like. And I don’t WANT too,”
He could feel, she knew. He could feel her aura and this made her slightly uncomfortable. He could feel how upset she was, how alone she felt, how awful she believed she was and it didn’t sit well with her. Who was he but a stranger and yet he already knew he deepest, darkest of secrets she tried to hide so well.
I remember when I was into reading people’s aura. It was a time when I lived near the aura capital of the world and it was true that I could see people’s aura. Everyone has one. It’s a treasure to be able to see it. Go to Edgar Cayce and see what he says about it. That’s why I was able. Those were the days, my friend.
One minute is not even remotely enough time for this shit, good fucking lord. How are you supposed to sum up a deeply spiritual feeling in such little time? Everyone has an aura. Absolutely everyone, in a variety of colors and feelings. Sickly greens and flirty pinks, and everything in between. And I’ve seen ’em all.
your aura makes me queazy and uncomfortable, much like mr. parsnips hair. I wish he wouldn’t stair.
There was something menacing about the man in the blue hat. Mamrie could see a faint scar on his left cheek that looked almost like a hook. He had what seemed to be curly red hair under his hat and exactly four freckles, two on each side. She had counted them unconsciously, but she knew for sure that they were four. Yet, somehow she couldn’t quite remember his face. It was a blurred memory and it almost worried her that she couldn’t remember but she shrugged it off. A cold windentered the ticket booth she tended, and she shivered a bit. She remembered that her late father could have had red hair. But then, at her age, she assumed it normal to forget things.
When asked about the trait she liked best about herself, she internally would answer “my aura”. But, she quickly came to realize that such traits are not respected in a competitive world. First impressions are everything and unfortunately people are more interested in face value than anything deeper.
The empty space between that is filled with ideas and emotion; passion, love, hate, lust, friendship, happiness, depression. It is what fills in the gaps between this and that, how two beings interact, what is sent across the cosmos from me to you.
i dont know exactly the meaning of this word i am imaging a cloud like a light bluey purple one that surrounds a magic person also it is wonderful to say it out loud aura it’s fun
The force is strong with this one, he thought, as he showed the new kid how to use the cash register. As if realizing he was thinking about her, the girl looked up, her blue eyes bright. If she had an aura, he thought, it’d be bright green.
A feeling someone has. Right before someone has a stroke, or heart attack or passes out, they have a certain feeling.
Silver, the moonlight in his hair
something about him intrigues her depths
as she plays timid and naive
but knows the words on the tip of her tongue
and the flutters in her heart
and the ache in her soul
cannot reach out to this angelic man
through fears of throwing away the present
for an uncertain future
with a man with an aura of orange and pink
and a language that speaks to the depths of her very being.
This immediately makes me think of mood rings. Aren’t they supposed to reflect your aura? I remember vaguely having one when I was younger; I think it was a hand-me-down from someone? Or maybe a dollar-store bargoon. It was a big stone and a metal ring that turned my finger green after a few handwashes.
Around the man was an aura of blue cigar smoke that followed and swayed with his every twitching movement.