Paula Schneider            Throughout my life I have spoken with quite a few people who told me they can see auras, including my best friend in Houston.  To be honest, I was jealous.  I wanted to be able to see them.  For a while I even practiced trying to see them, using some technique I read in a book.  I was unsuccessful.

            Once in Tallahassee, at church, I was listening to our minister’s talk.  It was, as I remember, an ordinary day—hot, humid, sticky, sauna-like.  Almost all days in Tallahassee were like this.  Anyway, as she spoke, I saw a milky white, cloudy presence swirling gently around her body.  It was quite interesting to see, and I honestly never saw it again.  And, I did not tell anyone about it.

            Interestingly, about 15 years later, I was conversing with a friend about auras.  She, like me, said she didn’t feel she could see them, though she is quite intuitive.  Then she said something very interesting!  She admitted to seeing “something” around this particular minister on a Sunday morning years ago during the church service.  She then described, with no prompting from me, the exact same phenomenon that I had seen so many years ago.  I told her that I, too, saw what she did and we were both amazed and puzzled.  Did we see an aura?  We don’t know for sure.

            My next encounter with something I cannot to this day explain occurred in about 2004 in Gardnerville, NV.  I visited a patient (I worked in hospice) who was very close to making her transition.  As I walked into her bedroom, she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.  I paused in the doorway because I could see a gray form that was her body about several inches away from her body, yet still part of her body.  I struggle to describe this.  I had never seen anything like it and since that time I have never seen this phenomenon.

            After making a mental note to make an appointment with my ophthalmologist, I went over to her to do my assessment.  I didn’t see the gray form again.  I had been gone from the home about 30 minutes when I received the call that she had breathed her last.  Sitting in her home once again, this time waiting for the funeral home to arrive, I was speaking with her daughter.  Her daughter told me she “saw something” in her mother’s room earlier and then went on to explain that while she was holding her mother’s hand she saw a gray form emerge from her mother’s chest and go through the ceiling.  When I told her what I had seen, she was very excited and happy, though neither of us knew what, exactly, we had witnessed! 

            To this day, I have never seen anything like that again though I have spoken to people who say they’ve seen similar phenomena when being with people who made their transition.

            Auras?  Still don’t know, and I suppose I may never know.  But the two incidents I described above definitely happened to me just as I now report them.  Some mysteries, I guess, may just have to remain unsolved.