Incredible Lesson
Last night I went to a class of sorts. The content is what I consider a family secret, so for the purposes of this post, let's call it an "aura" class, even though that's not at all an accurate description. The teacher (who is actually my teacher's teacher) is a respectable lady. Whenever I'm in her presence, I wish I could be like her! She is calm and rational, and yet incredibly open minded and perceptive. I feel safe enough to share even my most foolish wonderment with her, which makes her a particularly powerful instructor.
As she was teaching me, she was so in-tune that it was as if she could see what I was seeing. I told her about experiences I had reading the auras of others and predicting an injury, and told her of those who wanted me to fix them when I saw what was wrong. She explained that even if I could reach in there and fix things, and even if I knew the way an individual was "supposed" to be, that might just cause people to become dependent upon me rather than changing their own auras. It reminded me of the hard lesson I learned when my father died; that one can keep a person alive through magic just as much as one can sustain life with a machine, which doesn't necessarily make it right. It is, acceptable, however, to change my own aura in response to those around me, even when it appears to affect them. I asked her advice about a ghost who told me information that I wish I could share with the police even though I haven't been solicited about this case, and she allayed my fears. There's actually mailing addresses for that kind of thing, after all.