Advanced spiritual people such as Buddha, Christ and their immediate students seem to be always painted with golden haloes around their heads. I don't know if it's because some artists can actually see Auras, or whether they want others to think they do. But it appears as far back as time itself. In Australia's remote West Kimberleys you can even find prehistoric cave paintings, many thousands of years old, depicting people with golden haloes. (By the way, I did spend last weekend visiting museums in New York City with my family and some friends- just in case you're wondering what the genesis of that factoid is.)
As most of you know, there isn't a night that goes by that I don't tuck my kids into bed and put them to sleep. My princess is 3, and my power ranger is 4. It's somewhat of a challenge every night when I lay in my son's bed with the lights out. He usually asks me to tell him a bedtime story, and I always start it off with "Once upon a time, far, far away..." But tonight, I decided to tell him about his own past. I told him how 'when he was a baby', I lulled him at night to my best rendition of Harry Chapin's "Cats In The Cradle". He and I used to call it the "Bum Bum" song- much easier for him to have pronounced. "Can you sing it to me tonight daddy?" And as I did, and his eyelids slowly shut, I could swear I saw cartoon-like figurines coming out of his
precious little sleepy head- giraffes, fluffy rabbits, puppy dogs, baby elephants, ponies and lollipops.
Harry Chapin died in a freak car accident right here in Jericho, New York on the Long Island Expressway in 1981. Frank B., an old timer firefighter in my department told me that he was one of many who responded to the accident back then. "I picked up his head from the backseat," he said very matter of factly, looking hard into my eyes with a straight face. I wonder what Harry's aura was like. All Frank B. said he saw was "a lot of blood".
Gotta go and find a mirror now. See if I have one of these aura things around my head. I think it has something to do with my hair loss. There's gotta be someone I can sue.