 Being
in this job, encountering the people you do it seems to help
to cultivate an attitude of cynicism.You never really know
who is hawking snake oil and who has the genuine article,
so it is always worth listening when one of your equally
spiritually hardened colleagues tells you, you need to speak
to someone. The someone in question was Angela Tarry an aura
energy reader.
It was 4.30pm on the
second day of the Yoga Show - considering my mood and state
of exhaustion, I was convinced that my aura would be an opaque
black cloud. What came out, surprisingly was a riot of pinks
and yellows, with a strange yellow colour covering my mouth
and neck, making me look like something out of a Japanese
horror film.
Angela
has been doing this for 14 years. She qualified as a psychotherapist
and colour healer before circumstances led her to pursue
aura reading full time.
I am not sure whether
it was the picture, her background in psychotherapy or
just intuition but she certainly had my character
to a tee.
• Apparently the pinks in my aura are
endemic of someone that is highly emotional "at times
bordering on the neurotic," Angela tells me. Those who
know me would probably agree though I would prefer the moniker
of highly strung.
She went on to talk about my love of knowledge and learning,
my supposed intelligence and a deep seated spiritual core.
Angela then starts to unnerve me slightly; she asks me whether
I am trying to write a novel. That on its own doesn't sound
so surprising, what journalist doesn't harbour a desire to
write a novel? It's when she tells me that I haven't written
for a while - true, inspiration has been hard to come by
- and then tells me to go back to the poetry I used to write,
as an angst ridden adolescent, for ideas.
The rest of the information Angela then reveals
have no idea how she got from a picture, she knew about my
desire to go to India and my reasons for wanting to go -
escape in case you were wondering.The fact that I find solace
in Nature and the lack of green in my aura shows that I need
to go back there - I have been missing the countryside desperately
since I moved to London.
There seemed to be nothing she didn't know
about me. From my inability to communicate my true feelings
to my slight bossiness when at work and desire to create
a drama on a daily basis.
And her words resonated for days after I would
find myself remembering her words, when exhibiting some trait
she had accurately surmised.
It was the words she
uttered as I left that have really stuck. Angela laid a
hand on my arm as I got up to leave, looked straight into
my eyes and said "save
the drama for the novel".
Booker Prize here I come!
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