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whitish board. One didn't have to hunt for it, squint or otherwise angle in pursuit of the perfectly cornball—it was right there, glowing bluish—white and tapering to a distinct conical point like a gas—flame despite the bright—light conditions of the room. Its presence was so pronounced as to defy every effort to shake it; to dissolve it as a product of eye—fatigue; or shift it off its clinging continuity as a matter of moving light—masses fluxing in a contrast of color and shadow etc. be noticed. At the same time there seemed to be a "contagious" effect; perhaps it just hadn't been observed, or effectually been a factor till then, but now the light of Betty's aura like a wick seemed to have set her husband's silhouette to glowing as well, and even Beckley's genial mass over in the corner was radiating a noticeable brightness. In keeping with the real perception of auras there was a consistent difference in the shape and amplitude of light lingering around the respective figures. Betty's remained apiculated, floating to a subtly curved convergence—point above her head like the ectoplasmic cap of Casper; Bob's auric envelope had similar amplitude but rounded across the crown of his head. Beckley seemed to possess an aura of amiable—electric light in keeping with his outward personality, and it remained stable with the persistence of his presence up at the rostrum through the parade of successive speakers. Betty and Bob said their respective piece, previewing what would be discussed in their keynote address at the banquet the next day; whatever nervousness they professed as a product of their first public presentation was well subdued. The rest of the presenters came up in turn, the cut and particular trim of their own characteristic "auras" pressing the persuasive threshold of attention as well, as if Betty's initial presence had altered an alignment—with respect to subtle faculties able to freely float in response along an awakened axis—in order to draw that energy—field into more emphatic relief (making it much less easy to recess in favor of physical rae =) functions). There was then, a tendentious character to this persistent perceptual adjustment, as if certain features of the Presence moving through those forms were asking to be reviewed; "notice us", they seemed to importune, and one couldn't help but feel Mrs. Luca's little beings fixing the focus through her "behind the veil", so as to draw the wanted awareness toward selected highlights. Indeed the other presenters were, in a sense, "lit up" through the persistence of effect as a kind of comparative device, their own auric envelopes necessarily contrasting with the voluminous field of form that had initiated the psychic proceedings. So there came up, by turns, Major Wayne Aho previewing his lecture/workshop on UFO contacts and the opening of the "third eye"; Aileen Edwards and Gerald Bringle whose UFO Contact Center International offered help and analysis to abductees; there was "Max's" mistress, Joanne Parks, Pierre Tissot discussing the Philly experiment and the "4th dimension", Bob Short on "predictions of the Space Brothers", Ed Conroy of "Report on Communion"— notable amongst them were (unscheduled) joint presenters Jack Stephens and Calvin Vanness, who even prior to their announcement that they were channelers of Nick "the Saint" Tesla displayed in their auras the textbook case of what MT had elsewhere described (cf. Modest Proposal, issue 7, March 1990 of JTvTC) as the general characteristic of the channeler's configuration: Stephens in particular possessed an auric band of negligible amplitude but clinging close and bright to the contour of his head; very noticeable at the back of his head and toward the base of the skull just above the shoulders, there appeared a persistent bulb of light, puffing out the field precisely at the alta major or "Daath juncture" in gracious 97 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm It was an aura, all right. It stayed right there like a faithful puppydog one couldn't get to go away, begging to