Alright so I’ve been digging into aura colors lately, especially that fiery red one everyone talks about. Got curious ’cause my yoga buddy keeps saying I radiate “intense energy,” whatever that means. Figured I’d test it myself instead of just reading vague stuff online. Here’s how it went down.
Grabbing the Gear & Setting Up
First, I cleared out a corner in my stuffy attic office – moved the broken printer and dusty boxes. Hauled up a full-length mirror propped against some old textbooks since it wouldn’t stay upright. Lighting sucked up there, just one dim bulb, so I dragged my kid’s reading lamp over, twisting the neck ’til it glared directly on the spot where I’d stand. Made a mental note to buy white cloth later for proper backgrounds.
The Actual Staring Contest (With Myself)
Next morning, after three coffees, I locked myself up there. Instructions said relax, so I tried cross-legged… lasted two minutes before my foot went numb. Stood instead, shoulders screaming from yesterday’s weights session. Focused on my reflection’s outline, kinda blurring my eyes like those magic eye posters. Squinted hard at the edges of my body in the mirror. Saw zip at first – just messy hair and my faded band tee. Breathed deep, pretended I was zoning out during a boring meeting.
Around minute ten, things got weird. A faint glow, like heat haze off asphalt, started shimmering around my left shoulder. Thin, wavy lines, barely there. Leaned in close, squinting harder. Yep, definitely a pale pink-ish light clinging to me. Not the bold red I expected. Felt kinda… underwhelmed? Kept staring. Slowly, after what felt like forever (phone timer showed 17 mins), the color deepened. Not fire-engine red, more like simmering coals or fresh rust – a warm, pulsing crimson. Strongest around my head and shoulders, fading down to nothing near my hips. Tingled weirdly in my fingertips while looking at it.
Decoding My Personal Red Flags
Okay, so I saw something. What’s it mean for me? Scrolled through interpretations later. Apparently red energy ain’t subtle. It screams:
- Boiling Anger I Didn’t Know I Had: Realized I’m still ticked off about losing that client last week, been snapping at the dog over stupid things.
- That Gym Grind Obsession: Red links to physical drive. Explains why I skipped movie night to crush deadlift PRs.
- Impulse Buys Galore: Seriously, two new plants and a useless gadget just showed up yesterday. Red energy is all about acting NOW, thinking later. Oops.
Living the Red Life (This Week Anyway)
Knowing is one thing, feeling it’s another. Tried channeling it:
- Cleared the Air: Called that lost client back, kept my voice low and steady despite the pulse in my neck. Actually apologized. Felt weirdly powerful.
- Ran Til My Lungs Burst: Instead of stewing at my desk, pounded pavement for 45 mins straight. Came home wrecked but calm.
- Said “No” Flat Out: Neighbor asked for “just a quick favor” moving furniture. Normally I cave. Red energy roared “NOPE” before I even thought.
The Real Deal
Seeing my own aura was less magical light show, more “oh… so THAT’S why I feel wound tight.” This red isn’t costume devil horns energy. It’s the fuel in the tank, the quick temper flaring up at traffic, the drive that makes me push through when I wanna quit. Useful? Heck yeah – lets me spot when my engine’s about to blow a gasket. Annoying? Absolutely. Wouldn’t trade knowing my own chaotic red glow for anything though. Gonna chill my energy with some blue tones tomorrow… need the break.
