I don’t believe in auras.
(In general, I also don’t believe in starting a post or homily with “I,” but sometimes it’s necessary.)
I know many people are convinced they can see glowing fields of energy around people — all people, usually — and that the auras change color or intensity or both according to the aura’d person’s mood or other factor.
I’m sure my dubious fashion choices would clash with an aura if I had one.
I do believe in people’s energy. It often manifests as inexplicable attractiveness, but it’s far more than that.
Certain people can walk into a room and there’s a Super Trouper-level spotlight surrounding them. In the theater or in show biz, we call it It.
The It Girl. The It Boy. My Lawd, they’ve got It.
You know It. I don’t think It can be measured by a PKE meter or a Geiger counter or anything remotely quantitative, but you definitely can tell when somebody has It and somebody else really has IT.
You can nurture It to its fullest, but It has to be planted early in a person’s life, even at birth. Maybe her It started as raw intelligence; perhaps he was born with a bio-mathematically perfect Denzel face.
Sometimes people come close to fully realizing their It, but fall short, and there’s an incompleteness about them. Their energy is a little off. Maybe that’s what the aura-seers perceive.
The best It People have developed to the max, and then share, humbly, their gifts. Many are leaders; few are bosses. And, yes, they draw a crowd. If the It People are fully actualized, that crowd turns into a group hug.
