A man glowing with a faint aura of calm crystal blue stands in a room in front of an orchestra. Intensely focused he raises his hands and suddenly with his cue the room explodes with music. Exerting his heart and soul, everything that he has, his arms fly with the tempo. Out from each of the musicians' instruments phantasmic notes rise into the air. With this, the room is flooded with solid black notes and translucent swirls of color. Emotions from the minds, hearts, and bodies of these people begin to swirl and glow. The notes and emotions from the conductor begin to spiral, and dance around him like a whirlwind of magic. These elements begin to mingle with his existing ones and the halo around his body begins to glow energetically purple, with an increasingly passionate red intensity. He is driven even harder by these powerful energies as the music climaxes and then drops to a low roar that finally decrescendos into almost nothing. The conductor stops, smiles, and stands back glowing with the energy and satisfaction of making music.
   What surrounds him is what makes up everything that he is. Energy of all forms drive people and is responsible for their actions. Emotions are seen as colors, a mysterious colorful mist floating and dancing around the other energy forms. Sounds appear as a variety of shapes. Words become a white mist swirled with the colors of emotion they contain. The elements that each person gives off are slightly different, and when two slightly different elements of the same type intertwine they become stronger. So much depends on sight that communication is hardly an interpretation of the pictures floating about.
   Two people meet in the street. As they smile at each other they share one another's red mist of life and happiness. This exchange has caused their own elements of happiness to grow stronger. It is this strength that may permit them to fight off any elements of hurt, hatred or anger they may come in contact with throughout their day. As they converse the air is filled with the elements of their feelings and the colors of each begin to flow. The first one glows of a muddy gray. He has lived a life of pain and hardships. The second one glows of yellows, reds, and oranges. His life has been a religious and holy life filled with worship and happiness. As these two men are in contact their auras intertwine and touch each other experiencing, and learning through the contact. Their words reach out and touch each other. Embracing them, the colors tornado around them. When they part the new mixed colors linger and each man contains a little more of the rainbow than before.

© Copyright 2000 Alison Jaynes

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