1) Cayce on Auras

[Guest guest]

[Edgar Cayce was our great American psychic. For many years he went into a

hypnotic sleep and gave "readings" from the high self. In that state, he

said all knowledge was available to him. After years of giving medical

readings, he began also giving Life Readings, in which he told a person of

several other lives, the ones that were most important for this life. In

his waking life, he was a Southerner, a photographer by trade, a Baptist

who taught Sunday School and read the entire Bible once a year... he was

shocked when he was told he had casually spoken of someone's former life in

a reading. He saw auras all of his life, and the waking Cayce wrote this

essay at the end of his life.]

 

_AURAS: An Essay On The Meaning Of Colors_, By Edgar Cayce, A.R.E. PRESS,

Virginia Beach, Va.

 

PREFACE

 

The essay herein contained is the last labor to which Edgar Cayce

put his hand. The color chart was returned to me with corrections in his

own hand awkwardly written. With it was a note, also written in longhand.

"I cannot use my typewriter," it said. "I have lost the use of my left arm

and my right leg is numb. I presume I have had a slight stroke.''

That was in September. A month before, on my porch here in

Clearwater, while we watched the porpoises sporting in the Gulf of Mexico

and admired the spectacular sunsets, the booklet was planned. The human

aura was one of our favorite subjects of conversation; whenever we got

together I questioned him about his ability to see colors emanating from

persons, and he always had some new and interesting anecdotes concerning

this strange power, which because it functioned while he was fully

conscious, in many, many ways intrigued him more than his gift for giving

readings. At least it entertained him more at tbe moment it was taking

place, for despite all the readings he gave, he never heard one. During all

of the most interesting portions of his life he was asleep.

We were in the process of working out a new publication program

during this visit, and it occurred to me that a short but instructive

article on auras would be helpful to members of the Association,

particularly if it carried Mr. Cayce's interpretation of the colors, worked

out over a long period of years by patient trial and error. I made the

suggestion to him, and he gave me the usual answer - that he didn't know

enough about the subject, had no background in it, etc., ad infinitum. He

had a very low opinion of anything he said while awake. I then put it

differently. I asked him if he would collaborate with me, and since he

apparently had not the power to refuse me anything I asked (any more than

he had the power to refuse anyone else) he said yes.

We set to work immediately, right there on the porch, and I began

making notes. By the time the text was ready he had returned to Virginia

Beach, had fallen ill, and was at Roanoke resting. Early in December he was

brought home to the house on Arctic Crescent. There, on the night of

January 3, 1945, he passed away.

I remember him from those August days for so many things. He was

so thin and tired and wistful. Yet his face lighted with transcendent joy

when he saw me enter the water and slosh away on my own, swimming on my

back in the warm, still water. He loved the Australian pines in front of

our cottage, and wanted to have some sent to Virginia Beach, to plant along

the lake behind the house. He was disappointed when he learned that they

would not flourish that far north.

"Then I will have to come down here," he said. "You find a place,

and we will get it together. I can rest here. I dreamed the other night

that I was on a train coming to Florida. I had retired, and was going to

live here.''

I urged him to remain longer with me; I pressed him to give up the

interminable, punishing hours he put in at the mounting stacks of

correspondence. I suggested that he spend his time fishing and gardening,

except for the perioda when the readings were given. But these requests

were to him unreasonable. In the letters which came to him were tales of

misfortune and suffering. Each was a cry for help. He would have heard it

as well in the garden or on the dock. If he conld have answered it at once

he would not have minded so much. But when he had to put off the reading -

at first for weeks, then for months, then for a year or more, his heart was

heavy and his mind became numb with the burden of his helplessness. Though

he stayed aeleep longer than ever before and pushed his output of readings

to unprecedented heights, he couid make but a small dent in the pile of

requests. It was this more than anything which broke him.

On the day he left we drove with him as far as Lakeland. Along the

way we stopped and ate a picnic Iunch. Together we rehearsed our plans:

publication and research were gradually to work their way to the fore of

the Association's work, giving to everyone the wisdom and instruction of

the readings. Gradually he was to slacken his own work until it was devoted

mainly to general readings on research subjects and for guidance and

instruction. In this way the best that he had to give would be available to

all. That way he would live long and help everyone, we were sure.

At Lakeland he stepped from the car and turned to smile at me and

squeezed my hand. "Well, when we meet again we'll have everything worked

out fine," he said. October was the date we had set. He wonld return then

for a longer rest.

But the dreams that came to him here in our sunshine, and the

whispers he heard in the Australian pines, were promises from another land.

He will rest there, and just as he said, when we meet again we'll have

everything worked out fine.

Two days after his death the proofs of this booklet arrived. In

them is his final message, a plea for faith, hope, and charity, and above

all, the courage and wisdom to engage in what Stephen MacKenna described

as, "an active mental life, with a little love to warm it." For the burden

of all the readings is the necessity for man to take up his cross - "Mind

is the builder: knowledge not lived becomes sin; in every person of

whatever station look not for things to criticize, but for something you

adore in your Creator; for you will not enter the kingdom of heaven, except

leaning upon the arm of someone you have helped."

--Thomas Sugrue

Clearwater Beach, Fla.,

January 15, 1945.

 

NOTE: Thomas Sugrue, author of _There is a River_, the authoritative

biography of Edgar Cayce, was the victim of a rare paralytic disease, and

was saved from complete immobility and almost certain death by Mr. Cayce's

"readings" for him. This preface, written a few days after Edgar Cayce's

death, reveals the deep personal and spiritual bond between the two men.

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AURAS

 

Ever since I can remember I have seen colors in connection with

people. I do not remember a time when the human beings I encountered did

not register on my retina with blues and greens and reds gently pouring

from their heads and shoulders. It was a long time before I realized that

other people did not see these colors; it was a long time before I heard

the word aura, and learned to apply it to this phenomenon which to me was

commonplace. I do not ever think of people except in connection with their

auras; I see them change in my friends and loved ones as time goes by -

sickness, dejection, love, fulfillment - these are all reflected in the

aura, and for me the aura is the weathervane of the soul. It shows which

way the winds of destiny are blowing.

Many people are able to see auras; many have had experiences

similar to mine - not knowing for many years that it was something unique.

One of my friends, a lady, who is a member of the Association told me this:

 

All during my childhood I saw colors in connection with

people, but did not realize that it was uncommon. One

day the appearance of a woman in our neighborhood struck

me as odd, though I could not for the moment see anything

strange about her. When I got home it suddenly struck

me that she had no colors about her. Within a few weeks

this woman died. That was my first experience with what

I have learned to look upon as a natural action of nature.

Apparently the aura reflects the vibrations of the soul.

When a person is marked for death the soul begins to

withdraw and the aura naturally fades. At the end there

is only a slim connection and the break is easy. I have

heard that when people died suddenly, in accidents, the

passing was very difficult because the way had not been

prepared.

 

A person's aura tells a great deal about him, and when I understood

that few people saw it and that it had a spiritual significance, I began to

study the colors with an idea of discovering their meaning. Over a period

of years I have built up a system which from time to time I have checked

with other persons who see auras. It is interesting to note that in almost

all interpretation these other people and I agree. We only differ with

regard to the colors which are in our own auras. This is curious, for it

shows how universal are nature's laws. We know that opposites attract and

likes repel. Well, I have a lot of blue in my aura and my interpretation of

this color does not always jibe with that of a person whose aura does not

contain it and who therefore interprets it objectively. One lady I know has

a great deal of green in her aura, and she is inclined to dislike green in

the aura of others, and place a disagreeable interpretation on it, whereas

it is the color of healing and a fine one to have.

Occasionally, I have found in books devoted to occult sciences,

definitions of colors, and these are generally in accord with what I have

found by experience to be true. The reading of any particular aura,

however, is a skill that is gained over a long period of time by constant

observation and endless trial and error. The intermingling of the colors,

their relationship one to another, and the dominance of one over the other,

are matters which must be considered before rendering a judgment. I am

generally better able to "read" persons I know than strangers, although

certain general characteristics of the strangers, strike me immediately.

But to be helpful I find it best to know the individual. Then I can tell

him when I see the twinkling lights of success and achievement, or warn

him when melancholy or illness threaten. Of course I do not do this

professionally. I would not think of such a thing. But I believe it is an

ability which all people will someday possess, and therefore I want to do

what I can to get folks used to the idea of auras, so they will think in

terms of auras, so they will begin to attempt to see themselves.

I have been told that with proper equipment it is possible for

almost anyone to see an aura. Equipment has been built for this purpose,

and I once met a professor who said that he not only had seen auras but in

his laboratory had measured and weighed them.

Where do tbe colors come from, and what makes them shift and

change? Well, color seems to be a characteristic of the vibration of

matter, and our souls seem to reflect it in this three-dimensional world

through atomic patterns. We are patterns, and we project colors, which are

there for those who can see them.

In his remarkable book, _Pain, Sex, and Time_, Gerald Heard,

speaking of the evidence for the evolution of consciousness, points out

that our ability to see colors is expanding. The easiest color to see, as

you know, is red. At that end of the spectrum the waves of light are long.

At the other end, where blue runs into indigo and violet, the waves are

short. According to Heard, who is a reliable scholar, our ability to see

blue is very recent. Natives who live on the Blue Nile in Africa do not

know it by that name. Their title for it, when translated, means brown.

Homer, all through the Iliad and Odessey, describes the Mediterranean as

the "wine-dark sea." Mr. Heard says that apparently Homer caught "the

slight tinge of red in the purple of the Mediterranean," but did not see

its predominant blue. Aristotle, moreover, said that the rainbow had only

three colors: red, yellow and green. We all know that perspective in

painting is recent, and it is apparently undeveloped in many primitive

people to this day, for travelers in the remote Pacific Islands have found

that natives looking at motion pictures are unable to perceive anything but

a flat surface - their eyes cannot give three-dimensionality to the

pictures.

So it would seem that our eyes gradually are gaining in power. I

have heard many people comment on the prevalence of spectacles among our

civilized people. They have seemed to consider this a bad thing. Could it

be that it is a result of constant straining on the part of our eyes to see

more and to bring us to the.next step of evolution? I think this is true

and will be recognized in the future. The Japanese, for instance, are just

emerging from a medieval civilization, and in attempting to see the things

we already perceive they have strained their eyes so that most every one of

them wears glasses.

What will it mean to us if we make this next evolutionary step?

Well, it will mean that we can see auras. What will this mean? I am going

to answer that by telling two experiences of a friend of mine who is able

to see auras.

This person, a woman, told me this:

 

Whenever a person, whether it be a stranger, an inti-

mate friend, or a member of my family, decides to tell me

an untruth, or to evade a direct and frank answer to a

question of mine, I see a streak of lemony green shoot

through his aura, horizontally, just over his head. I call

it gas-light green, and I have never known it to fail as an

indication of evasion or falsification. I was a school teach-

er for many years, and my students marveled at my abili-

ty to catch them in any detour from the truth.

 

Imagine what that will mean - everyone able to see when you plan

to tell them a lie, even a little white one. We will all have to be frank,

for there will no longer be such a thing as deceit!

Now let me tell you the other incident.

 

One day in a large city I entered a department store

to do some shopping. I was on the sixth floor and rang

for the elevator. While I was waiting for it I noticed some

bright red sweaters, and thought I would like to look at

them. However, I had signaled for the elevator, and when

it came I stepped forward to enter it. It was almost filled

with people, but suddenly I was repelled. The interior of

the car, although well-lighted, seemed dark to me. Some-

thing was wrong. Before I could analyze my action I

said, "Go ahead," to the operator, and stepped back. I

went over to look at the sweaters, and then I realized what

had made me uneasy. The people in the elevator had no

auras. While I was examining the sweaters, which had

attracted me by their bright red hues - the color of vigor

and energy - the elevator cable snapped, the car fell to the

basement, and all the occupants were killed.

 

You see what the knack of seeing auras will mean when it becomes a

common ability. Danger, catastrophe, accidents, death, will not come

unannounced. We will see them on their way as did the prophets of old; and

as the prophets of old we will recognize and welcome our own death,

understanding its true significance.

It is difficult to project ourselves into such a world, a world

where people will see each other's faults and virtues, their weaknesses and

strength, their sickness, their misfortunes, their coming success. We will

see ourselves as others see us and we will be an entirely different type of

person, for how many of our vices will persist when all of them are known

to everyone?

One more comment on the possibilities of the future; then we will

return to the more mundane present. Another person who sees auras once told

me this:

 

If I am talking to a person and he makes a statement

of opinion which reflects a prejudice gained in one of his

former lives, I see as he speaks a figure in his aura, which

is a reflection of the personality he was in that time - I see,

that is, the body of a Greek, or an Egyptian, or whatever

he happened to be. As soon as we pass on to another

subject and the opinion gained in that incarnation passes,

the figure disappears. Later he will express another view.

Perhaps he will say, "I have always loved Italy and wanted

to go there," and as he speaks I will see the figure of a

Renaissance man or an old Roman. During the course of

an afternoon's conversation I may see six or eight of

these figures.

 

Well, what is that but a Life Reading, except for the

interpretations and judgments? It sounded so strange when I heard it that I

was inclined to be skeptical, until one evening at dusk when, sitting on

the porch of a friend's house, I saw the thing myself. My friend was

speaking earnestly to a group of people, and he made some interpretation of

English history. In his aura I saw the figure of a young monk, and I

recalled that in his Life Reading this friend had been identified as a monk

in England.

"But what do auras mean to the majority of people, who cannot see

them," you ask? Well, the majority of people do see them, I believe, but do

not realize it. I believe anyone can figure out what another person's aura

is in a general way, if he will take note of the colors which a person

habitually uses in the matter of clothing and decoration. How many times

have you said of a woman, "Why does she wear that color? It does not suit

her at all." How many times have you said, "How beautiful she looks in that

dress. The color is just right for her. She was made to wear it." In both

cases you have been reading an aura. The first woman was wearing a color

which clashed with her aura. The second woman was wearing a color which

harmonized with her aura. All of you know what colors are helpful to your

friends, and bring out the best in them. They are the colors that beat with

the same vibrations as the aura, and thus strengthen and heighten it. By

watching closely you can even discover changes in your friends as they are

reflected in a shift in the color predominating in their wardrobe.

Let me give you an example, one that has to do with health as it is

indicated in the aura. I knew a man who from boyhood wore nothing but blue

- frequently I have seen him with a blue suit, blue shirt, blue tie, and

even blue socks. One day he went into a store to buy some ties. He was

surprised to find that he had selected several which were maroon in color.

He was even more surprised when as time went on, he began to choose shirts

with garnet stripes and ties and pocket handkerchief sets in various shades

of scarlet. This went on for several years, during which time he became

more nervous and more tired. He was working too hard and eventually he had

a nervous breakdown.

During this time the red had grown in prominence in his aura. Now

gray, the color of illness, began to creep into the red, but as he

recovered, the gray disappeared and then the blue began to eat up the red.

Eventually all the red was consumed and he was well. Nor did he ever

afterward wear anything red, scarlet, or maroon.

In another case a woman who ordinarily wore greens and yellows,

went to a dress shop which she had patronized for years. The proprietress

brought out several dresses bnt seemed perplexed when the lady tried them

on. "I don't know what it is," the proprietress said, "but you need

something red or pink. I have never thought you could wear those colors but

something in you seems to call for them now." The lady eventually bought a

dress with red stripes. Within a month she was in a hospital, suffering

from a nervous condition. She recovered, and continued to patronize the

same dress shop, but the proprietress never again suggested tbat she wear

red or pink.

[Guest guest]

, Dharma <fisher1@s...> (by way of Dharma)

wrote:

> [Edgar Cayce was our great American psychic. For many years he went

into a

> red or pink.

 

Namaste Dharma,

 

Yes I see auras also, I see them everywhere, trees animals insects;

everything had subtle bodies.

 

With regard to K I have experienced all the things talked about on

here.

 

My point is not that people have experiences but that the

interpretation is wrong, so is their ultimate conclusion.

 

There was nothing I said about Krishna Janmastami that was insulting.

Unless you mean according to your parameters and religious

constructions. There isn't free speech? Re read my post and you will

see that I said it took nothing from Sri Krishna. We are all avatars,

what else could we be???

 

With regard to Muktananda, I will say no more than read the reports

written by the devotees. I also have a story of him being at sai

baba's ashram, in fact I have a photo of them both together. Story not

for this site though.

 

ONS.......Tony.