NANCY: The Auric / Energy Field

A mother brought her 12-year-old daughter Nancy to see me. Identified as a family therapist, the mother wanted me to "help her daughter with her problems," as the mother described it. Nancy was having a variety of relationship difficulties in school and the teachers thought Nancy needed help.

Into the first minute of the mother's description of what might be wrong with her daughter, I noticed Nancy occasionally looking up from the floor, glancing for brief moments at my head or just above it. She quickly looked down again. The mom continued her story, but my attention was with Nancy and her eyes glancing in my direction.

Gently, I interrupted the mother and asked Nancy if she was seeing something. My tone of voice was more from wonder than probing. "No," she replied, in a soft almost inaudible voice. My instincts led me to ask again. "If you are seeing something, I'd like to hear it." She was silent, staring at the floor.

"Well," she began hesitantly, "I did see something." "What did you see? Whatever it was, I'd like to know." Nancy shifted in her chair. She looked up, almost making eye contact. "I saw a color at the top of your head...all around the top of your head."

"What was the color," I asked," completely fascinated. "It was kinda violet," she replied, as she sat up, making eye contact. "Did you see any other colors?" "Yeah." "What were they?" I asked. "I saw some blue around your neck and shoulders, and green and some red around your heart area......" She stopped abruptly, yet sitting up completely, her face wide open and her eyes locked into mine.

Her mother's mouth was literally wide open, as she stared at her daughter as if seeing her for the first time. "Do you know what those colors are?" I asked. "No," Nancy replied.

"You are seeing the auric field, or the energy field that exists around all living things. It is real. Some people call them Chakras. Whatever the name, you see the colors that are the energy field."

Nancy sat back relieved. "When I was six years old," she said, "I told my teacher that I saw colors around her and she immediately sent me to the principal and asked that I be seen by some counselor or something. So I never mentioned it again to anyone. I thought something was wrong with me."

"That is your gift," I told her. Some people can feel other people, or sense hem. Some have your gift. But if you see something that others don't, some will want to know more. Others may be afraid or believe you need help. Nancy's mother reached out and embraced her, tears in her eyes.

The next day, the mom withdrew Nancy from school and found another school where one of the teachers also saw energy fields, studied them and shared stories in her classroom. Nancy was enrolled there. Weeks later, I ran into Nancy and her mom on the street. Nancy was all smiles and life. She stood tall. Only a few inches shorter than me at the age of 12, Nancy initiated a strong embrace. We stood together hugging. Colors all around us.

WHEN DOES REAL WORLD START?

When I was in the sixth grade, growing up in Los Angeles, I once asked the teacher a question. I didn't think it was a special question or anything anyone wouldn't think of.

I had been sitting in classrooms since kindergarten, sometimes six hours a day, for six years, which adds up to about 6,500 hours. Each year, at some point, I would hear from some adult person that I was being prepared for the real world. I never really knew what that meant, nor did I seem to care. It was just a phrase uttered every so often by some taller person.

One day in the sixth grade, and in front of the entire class, I innocently asked the teacher, Ms. Thurber, "If we are always being prepared for the real world, what is this now? Are the past six years not real? Does the real world start after I am 18?" A few of the other kids muttered under their breath, "Yeah, yeah."

Ms. Thurber face appeared to turn a light red. I remember her giving me a long response, as she led me down the hall to the principal's office.....where she suggested I needed to see a counselor. The principal, Mr. Rose, wondered why I would ask such a question. I wondered why I wouldn't.

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