So, aura photography is a thing. If you haven't read about it, you've probably seen cloudy prismatic images on social media, followed by unicorns and spiritual hashtags (#mystical).
As a child, I was fascinated by my grandmother's mood ring. Forget her beautiful emerald cut diamond engagement ring, I wanted the mood ring. I imagined myself equipped to deal with the many problems elementary children face (uniforms, carpool, broccoli) armed with evidence of my mood. Later in life my best friend and I bought mood rings on a trip to New Orleans (remember Bongo? Ugh) and I was disappointed to figure out that my mood was largely dictated by my temperature or how clammy my hands were.
Still, I don't NOT believe in mood rings. I also don't not believe in auras. I believe in spiritual energy for sure, and certainly that energy must be expressed somehow -- why not in rainbow clouds above people's heads?
Here are links to a few articles that I found online that give some background and some information on aura photography, some citing Guy Coggins as the man who started it all in the early 1970s when he created a camera he claimed could capture a person’s aura, or the electromagnetic field that surrounds our bodies.
When I saw that Raw Republic had booked an aura photographer for this weekend I was immediately obsessed. I wanted to have my photo taken in a yurt. I talked Amanda to death over this, and as she is infinitely cooler than me, she understood my yen. We entered an Instagram contest to win a photo sitting... and Amanda actually won. Initially, we thought it was because her emojis were so well done, but later found out from Sheena that it was a random drawing. The universe wanted Amanda to have her aura photographed. Obviously, I was jealous, but I was also eager to see what her experience was like.
This morning Amanda texted me her aura. In addition to sending me her picture, she also she booked me an appointment for my way into work. It was a generous move, and one I appreciate. Here's how it went:
It was a very simple process during which I felt excited and kind of odd, sitting in a yurt with my hands on metal plate sensors. It was over and done in less than five minutes.
Soon enough, my photo developed and Carrie Moss. read my aura, and it was awesome. I had a bit of self consciousness where I wondered if I was like someone reading a fortune cookies yelling "THIS IS SO ME!", but the reading really did touch on some interesting ideas. The concentration of indigo and violets suggest someone who prioritizes family and friends and nurturing, which is my most marketable skill besides ironing. Amidst a sea of blue and purple hues, there is also a little halo of tan in my photo. Carrie explained that tan oftentimes indicates someone who works within in a framework of logic and organization and is rational and sometimes detached. I must have had a look on my face, because she quickly pointed out that it was more of a shadow developing into the stronger hues above, and that it was suggestive of an influence. My. That accurately describes both my mother and my ex-husband. And considering my mother raised me, and the next home I moved into was completely structured by said ex-husband, my aura may be onto something. Or maybe it was just a cloud.
I'm going to post our photos, along with a guide I found on GOOP as part of a larger article on the subject.
Whether you believe in the science behind aura photography or not, it was a fun experience. I recommend it, and also recommend grabbing a fresh juice from Sheena at Raw Republic. And you can find my social media post floating around the internets...with a unicorn emoji and the hashtag #energy.