We are trying to find out how to make our psychic powers count for the betterment of the world. I am very psychic. Some are now.
This man had the most interesting eyes and the silkiest beard, and he said his aura was pink.
If he should meet a girl, you know, with an aura just the shade of pink that his aura is, why then they would know they were in psychic harmony.
Simple, isn't it? But then all truly great ideas
ARE simple, aren't they?
But if his aura was blue, and her aura was yellow, then, of course, they would quarrel. That's what makes so much domestic unhappiness.
But he said something that gave me the most frightfully insecure feeling.
He said the aura CHANGES its color as the soul progresses.
Two people may be in harmony today, and both have pink auras, and in a year hers may be green and his golden.
What desperate chances a woman takes when she marries, doesn't she?
I sometimes think life must have been a much more comfortable thing before the world got to be so terribly advanced.