I used to see peoples' auras all the time. I practiced. I tried to read them but never could. Just seeing them was enough. I dropped the activity. And it was only possible if the background was a plain wall. I noticed when they moved there was a delayed reaction as if you moved a lit candle the flame drags behind. But that's it.
I shouldn't have told you. I might get fired. And if I am fired then it will be because I am weird. I accept that. Here's how to do it. You stop looking directly at them and instead let your eyes go out of focus. The exact same way as those old magic pictures. Exactly. It frees your eyeballs and lets your brain take over and do whatever it does.
I noticed the lawyers I knew back then couldn't do this. They couldn't see what's inside the magic pictures. It was most frustrating for them. They insisted the whole thing is fake. For us too because their frustration is contagious. They simply could not let their eyes go out of focus and allow them to drift back and forth until an edge caught, then follow the edge and another picture appears. Didn't they ever touch their index fingers in front of their face, relax their eyes and allow their focus to turn off and drift until a third finger appeared between them even though their fingers are touching? Didn't they ever just idly mind fuck themselves? What's wrong with them? Must they be sharply focused all the time. Gawl!
Then that made me look up magic pictures in images. And they are the stupidest things. Honestly, they're the worst magic pictures I've ever seen. The whole lot of them are. A page full of bad examples.
My dentist had a great one. It was an entire scene of a port town. His doped up patients had the best chance of seeing the picture. The little houses along the shore, boats, fishermen, people all around, the whole bit. But these in Google images are all crap. Just stupid words spelled out going back in perspective then returning to front. A sphere with smaller spheres like Jupiter and its moons, but with a disc shoved through the large sphere. Things that don't make sense and aren't worth the trouble. No satisfaction at all. Just infantile novelty.
And then this one. I allowed my eyes to drift in front of the picture and then behind the picture. You really don't know where to focus, so just let your eyes relax and let the whole thing go until an edge appears and latch onto that.
As soon as the bird appeared I actually heard the sound "ah" in my ears. A physical sound that is not there. It is a bird in the Egyptian style. It is an hieroglyphic bird, Egyptian eagle exactly. It stands for "A." Except that its layers are cut imperfectly so that it appears as much like a crow. The wing in front, the head and breast and first leg second middle layer, the second leg bottom portion of its body the third and bottom of the stack of layers forming the bird. It is a stack of three layers forming a bird in the same printed pattern as the background. The eye is too big, a hole made with a hole puncher and that's what makes it look like a crow, plus the beak is wrong. Still, it is clearly in the Egyptian style. Yes, this is trying to be an Egyptian eagle but rendered as much like a crow.
Finally, something worthwhile. Except still particularly simple, as all of them are. ALL of them.
Where did this come from anyway? Oh! Ha ha ha, back on the search page it says Neferchichi's Tomb at neferchichi.com. There you go, I was right. It is Egyptian. How about that? I chanced upon an interest of mine.
I think the original one here might work better. I don't know. And it helps if you fill the screen to eliminate white border. You can scroll up and down and still hold onto the eagle.
Yeah, the beak and the eye are all wrong. This is what it should look like (with a small stern eye). It does not have a hooked beak as our eagles do. But it doesn't have a crow's beak either. Nor a big round eye. But what the heck. This is the best magic picture I saw in results. This is the most fun of all of them. Simple as it is.
That was fun. So I went to the page, Neferchichi.com (nefer means "beautiful" I don't know what chichi means ) to see what's going on.
The first tan magic picture titled, "What's buried in the desert sand?" is band with the eye of Horus. Another disappointingly simple reveal. What a dumb thing to bury in sand. Should have been a funerary boat. That would have been good. Because they really did find one in the sand, a huge one.
This Egyptian eagle "ah" sound is second. The best of the lot.
The third one with papyrus design, "Anything on this blank papyrus scroll?" Is three triangles, arranged as the Giza pyramids outside of Cairo. But no sphinx. Disappointing.
The last one, "What else is written on this wall?" is a simple round cartouche, a circle with a bar on the bottom. Cartouches are never circles, they're always ovals. Disappointing, no pharaoh's name inside it. That would could have been fun, figuring out the pharaoh's name, but no, it's just an empty underlined "O."
What a let down.
Go ahead and fire me, see if I care. I'll tell everyone I was persecuted for looking at magic pictures.
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The problem with those picture things, aside from the word "magic," was they became completely useless the split second you identified the image. Seeing the image the next time was almost instantaneous. Then you're left with an ugly square on your wall with a squiggly pattern on it. If you're a dentist or a barber or something like that I guess that's not so big a problem.
I once got my aura adjusted. No, really. I was curious, it seemed harmless, and the chiropractor's office she worked out of saw to it that my insurance covered it. That chiropractor became unlicensed a few years later but I don't know whether it was for insurance fraud or whether he let it lapse or for some other reason.
The aura-adjusting lady was nice. She had an earthy sexual vibe thing going. After she was done she asked, "Did you feel anything?" I thought to myself, "Couldn't you tell?"
Anyway, what I actually said out loud was: "I certainly felt something." Which was true. It was kind of like a cross between a muscle stretch and static electricity reduced about a thousand times over.
I felt guilty about the whole thing.
I forget precisely what she claimed she saw. It was some years ago.
But I do remember that she spent a while studying the margins about me and I recall that she said that the aura was in flux with some colors roiling in and out of the mix.
She said she was going to get the major ones in alignment and suppress the ones that were popping in and out and mucking things up.
Perhaps now I should mention, yet again, that she was nice.
Of course she was nice. How else do you sell something immeasurable and unseen to others. The acupuncturist I see is also kind and attentive and how good is that? But then I can also feel the needles "catch" when he turns them just so, which gives me a sense of something physical and observable actually happening. Plus I've the testimony of MrM to provide a foundation of belief as his sciatica was addressed in three, count them, three visits, when surgery was the next option, the only option, presented by the medical docs.
Same thing with the terrible neck pain and arm numbness that was going to require back/neck surgery, only a trip to the pain clinic with several weeks of Chiropractic back stretching up fixed that as well for him, and he's a left brained engineering type. Good thing he has a wife who is willing to encourage alternative approaches to healing, with her support complementing his aversion to the time, cost and pain involved with surgery.
There's always more than meets the eye, or is able to be discerned by our limited vision and time bound approaches. But who needs the discomfort of knowing or living with that awareness until something out of the ordinary happens to rattle our reality or a door of need in the wall of certainty appears.
I have been watching Emergency, and while this has nothing to do with auras, season 3 episode 19 has Dick Butkus playing a former football player named "The Animal" and Nick Nolte as a cardiac surgeon.
Based on his aura in that famous mug shot I would rather have another surgeon work on my heart, thanks.
I am the last person to believe in touchy feeling new age bullshit but alternative medicine is very effective. Of course I had always touted my grandmothers remedies to the wife for common complaints. We both did acupuncture and massage and it was incredibly helpful. The problem is that it is often not covered by insurance. So you have to scrape up the money. It is really worth it.
Similarly certain vitamins herbs and teas have a very useful effect on many ailments the conventional medicine treats with another pill that almost always has deleterious side effects. You just need to do your research.
I spoke of the two witches that have the store on Court St. I am in there all the time getting fresh herbs for cooking and making various teas that are extremely effective in treating some of our symptoms. They also have the extracts of certain essential oils that we use all the time.
Another great post Chip. Thanks.
Emergency is great. Fireman Johnny Gage to the rescue.
Of course the real reason to watch is the heavy lidded sensuality of Julie London. Man that is hot. In a little nurses uniform with her little hat.
Bobby Troup her second husband also stars as a doctor. Bobby was an excellent jazz musician. Played the piano and sang. Julie met him while hanging out at Jazz clubs with her first husband Sgt. Joe Friday.
All in all emergency is a seventies classic.
I wonder if too much time spent trying to find the hidden pictures could explain Hillary's divergent eyeballs.
Nelson Riddle did the music and it sucks - stacatto brass playing Morse code - dah dah dah da dah daaaaaaa, heavy on the trombones, two note guitar riffs to denote tension, down, up, down up - oy! Electric bass, thump thump, discordant trumpets, and most annoying of all, the incessant snare drum hitting on ever note of the theme song. Dreadful.
Dixie McCall, nee Normous, played by Julie London is an interesting if severely limited character - she never cracks a smile, which I guess is a must for her no nonsense role as head nurse. Bobby Troupe - as an actor he makes a fine song writer.
The sideburns are impressive, all the way around.
But as with most Jack Webb shows, the hippies are hysterical - stuck in 1966 with fringe boots, fringe vests, fringe attitudes - man, those guys are out there!
The show seems to spend a lot of time on procedures - here are the fire trucks driving up a dirt road. Here is the foam truck spraying foam. Let's call in the snorkel truck! Jaws of Life! Nice old mid-60s Chevy Suburban based ambulances.
Stock scenes repeated in every episode - watch for the yellow Datsun B310 parked on the wrong side of the road after the rescue unit crosses a bridge - that scene is in about half the epis. Pintos! PINTOS! Watch for the one passing in front of the station. Over and over, the same stock footage, identifiable by the cars. VW bus, Mercury station wagon, a 2 door Lincoln turning in front of them. The Pontiac sedan sitting diagonally in the turn lane. Repeat ad infinitum. At least they put their savings in production costs into training the actors.
On the plus side, and there must be one if I keep watching this mess, the views of SoCal from 1972 onward are fascinating. The amount of industry, the smog, the empty spaces, the agriculture - a biplane crop duster with a radial engine that crashed while spraying a corn field in LA. Think on that for a while.
The Sylmar quake happened a year before they started filming the series and that figures in a few epis - you know, the "hippies" get trapped in a collapsed hospital while trying to burn it down. Wow, man, uncool!
It is a time capsule, that's for sure, the neighborhoods, the streets, and the magical way that the squad turns a corner in LA and is magically transported to a back lot at the studio. True Hollywood magic, I tells ya - I am not yankin' your wiccan on this.
Heres the thing that is very interesting. It is how much we have all learned about medical procedure over the years. I mean these guys are paramedics but they never put the victims on a backboard or emoblize their necks. You never see them intubate when every cop show has someone get a breathing tube in every episode.
I love Adam 12 for the same reason. I watch an episode every night when I am eating dinner. The view of the sixties is right on point. LA division of course but still what I remember. It is classic.
Julie always gave off the vibe of being a sleepy cat licking herself and getting ready to pounce. Meeeeooooowwwwwwww!
They use back boards every season, just not every episode. They intubate all the time - even tried when the mook swallowed his partials. Bam - "Rampart base, squad 51 here, there seems to be an obstruction." "Fifty one - use a sledge hammer to get past it, over."
The show is as silly as it can be - the plots are threadbare, the production values are nonexistent, and whenever they get in a tight spot, bring out the Deus Ex Klaxon "Engine 51, squad 51, man down a well". "Cross street Citrus, KMG 365".
But you are correct - House it is not - Cage and DeSoto are closer to meatball medics than top notch fictional doctors. Pure entertainment with time travel included.
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