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plants really do have auras?’

       Mia

      ‘Every living thing has an aura. But as you’ve seen, every aura is different. If we hadn’t practised last night, then it would have been very difficult for you to see auras today. Today a little bit of you already believed you could see and that belief helped you.’

      ‘One of the very first conversations I had with Eric was about the word “belief”. When I was struggling to tame my gift, he explained, “The power of belief is like a magic key, for the more you believe in something, the more possible that something becomes. When beginning your journey into psychic awareness, try to believe that it is possible. And, as your abilities grow, so too will your belief.”’

       Roz

      After Mia dropped me off at home, I decided to go for a walk. It was a light spring evening and the first crocuses edged the footpath out towards the fields. As I walked, I had a feeling of hopefulness. I had seen my first auras.

      The great thing about being with Mia was that she was continually reinforcing the idea that I could trust my instincts. Again, I wondered if seeing the energy around the people in the café had been my imagination. But even if it was, it led to a feeling of respect for them, and wonder. That in itself felt worthwhile. If more people did that, I reflected, then we would live in a much gentler world. For how could you want to kill someone if you were tuning into their energy?

      Was I being gullible? I dug my hands into my jacket pockets. Was I deluding myself? Mia kept saying that belief was the key, but if I was going to believe in something, then I wanted to be sure it was something that actually existed.

      I turned towards home. By the stables, a large marmalade cat started walking purposefully towards me. I adore cats and always stop to stroke them. This one was unusually friendly and rolled over on its back in the dust, stretching out its paws.

      As I walked away, the cat started to follow me. I looked at it against the dark green bushes and, suddenly, I could see a white light along its back. The light was neither transparent nor dense. I looked away and then back. The light was still there. I was seeing its aura. I shook my head in wonderment. Mia – the powerhouse – was gone, but even without her presence, the magic remained.

      Sitting on the front step of my cottage the next morning, I watched my cat, Wesley, sprawling in the long grass. He was lying quite still and the backdrop of green grass was uniform and plain.

      Oh my god – there it was. My cat was glowing. I looked away, thinking, as always, that I could be making it up. I glanced back and the pulsating line was still there. Perhaps Mia was right and everything had an aura. I felt a knot in my stomach. I wanted and didn’t want to see it, all at the same time.

      Plant pot. I looked at the empty terracotta plant pot at the bottom of the steps. I tried to make it have an aura; I scrunched my eyes up and played with the morning light. It was like the cash till in the café. There was no aura to be found.

      I was seeing stuff that I had never seen before – and I could see it at will. Had something changed in me? Could I go back to the way I was before? Could I stop it if I wanted to?

      Did taking on board the existence of auras, mean I had to believe in ghosts and the afterlife? Was it all part of the same package? Could I just choose the bits (the safe-feeling bits) that I wanted to take on, and leave the rest behind?

      I reminded myself that Mia and I had only just started – and all I had promised was that I would keep an open mind. Then I let myself feel the excitement again, the wonder. Wesley was still glowing, so was the tree at the bottom of the garden. Mia had, indeed, given me a magic lens.

       Mia

      Driving back to see Roz two weeks later, I felt excited at finding out how she had progressed. She had seen something that most people think would be impossible to see – she had seen her first auras. I hoped too that her first feelings of belief had been stirred. I felt pleased with myself that I had found a way to teach her how to see.

      I arrived at the cottage and Roz gave me a progress report – how she had seen first the marmalade cat’s aura and then Wesley’s. I was pleased, but also amazed at how quickly and easily she had taken the teaching on. I had confirmation: if you persevere, you can develop and use your sixth sense. Our journey seemed to be gathering a pace of its own.

      ‘She’s got it very quickly, hasn’t she Eric?’ I said when Roz was out of the room.

      ‘She may have been sceptical but she has worked at being open-minded. And, at this point, that is all that is needed.’

      ‘Is it always going to be this easy?’ I asked.

      ‘When you find the right words, there’s no reason why not.’

      With this, I knew Eric had no intention of giving me the right words but I felt comforted. Perhaps I did have the ability to be a teacher, after all.

      Roz came back into the room with two steaming mugs of tea. I knew what we had to do next.

      ‘Okay, you’ve seen auras, now I want you to do something different with this ability. Remember what I said, the aura is an energy – like heat, like the wind, like electricity. I wanted you to see it first so you know it is there. But now I want you to feel it.’

      Roz was looking at me expectantly – as if I was indeed her teacher. I was getting caught up in her excitement, buzzing at the thought of sharing my world with her. I felt that I had spent 20 years telling people ‘there is a magic kingdom’ and now, for the first time, I was able to show someone my special place and share the wonder.

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