As you use and appreciate the colors in your world, you raise your frequency and positively influence those you love and teach.
I first thought about colors as a teen in the 70’s. At the time “Color My World,” by Chicago, was the slow dance song we hoped would play when our crush asked us to dance. We knew all the words. Our rainbow wardrobe showed everyone that we were hip– or at least we thought we were– as we strutted about in our wildly colored huckapoo shirts and, just as bold, colored pants. Little did we know that the colors we wore had a direct effect on our personal psychology, emotion and relationships. Advertisers, of course, knew. Fast-food restaurants were designed with red and yellow (think McDonald’s) for fast paced eat-and-run dining. Orange (Hardees) stimulated the appetite. (You can imagine how quickly I removed my orange wallpaper in the kitchen when I realized this!) Fine dining décor favored dark woods, maroons, blues, and neutral grey. Very calming colors that said, “stay awhile and relax.”
Color in clothing reveals how you reflect and project feelings. Police wear deep navy blue, the color of security, seriousness and true-blue authority. Judges wear black robes and project austere unapproachable authority. Nurses and Doctors wear white lab coats so we see them as pure and clean. Creatives make flexible color choices to project their artsy personality and whims.
Interestingly, color can enhance or take away from relationship building. When I wore a hooded black raincoat, while working in the yard, and said hello to strangers, they reacted coolly and were even dismissive. As an experiment, I made a small change; I put on bright fuchsia or red lipstick when wearing the black raincoat. The bright color felt more like me wearing black and not black wearing me. Then, one day, when I needed to uplift my spirits, I put a very sparkly violet scarf around my neck. You could notice me for miles as I gardened in my black raincoat. A most amazing thing happened! This bright color shifted reactions from strangers. Instead of the “I’m busy, leave me alone....” attitudes shifted to “Let’s talk.... I like how I feel when I interact with you!” This simple color change produced a profound effect. It lifted my spirits and those I met. We both seemed to sparkle! And I got compliments too. Color I now know is more than just in what you wear or your environment. It’s in your aura. Multiple colors, shades and tones radiate from and within you. And the colors change depending on your thoughts and emotion.
A colleague, who based his communication style on shame and blame, turned me off. I could not relate to him and he knew it. Normally, I paid little attention when he spoke, yet at one business conference I couldn’t ignore him because I saw a beautiful pink light radiating all around him. I asked myself “what does that pink color mean and I felt and heard the word “love.” I knew then, that this man who wanted to project as a bully, was really a watermelon: Hard on the outside and soft on the inside. After the meeting, I approached him and told him what I had observed. He paused, looked intensely at me and said, “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this side to me.” Then he walked away. I become neutral about him from that day forward.
The aura is fascinating. One day I witnessed my son with special needs bright glowing red aura when he was trying to climb a tree. The brilliant color wowed me. It surrounded him extending widely around his little body. I intuitively know that it indicated strong vibrant health! I saw my own aura quite while looking at the full-length mirror in the bathroom. I was amazed how many different colors appeared on different areas of my body, and how the colors changed nightly. Self-reflection always followed as each brought self awareness and profound meaning. I was a little kid in a candy store, even though my husband could not imagine what in the world I was doing in the bathroom, every night for a few months. I was in awe as I was learning.
A few times I saw multicolored orbs dancing around me as if I were watching fireflies. They were not part of my aura but rather “outside" of me. On the occasions, I was lucky enough to know intuitively that the orbs were loved ones from the other side, coming near to say, “Hi Honey!”
Soon I began incorporating color and intuition into my spiritual hypnosis practice. Will came to me, because he wanted to get his photographic memory back. He had it throughout his childhood and then it disappeared in his late teen years. When he arrived I asked him to close his eyes and take long, deep breaths. He relaxed from head to toe and slipped into a hypnotic trance. I continued: "Will, now that you are completely relaxed, feeling safe and secure, and wonderfully at peace in this deep level of hypnosis, on the count of three, choose a moment in time when you easily used your photographic memory...” At that moment, Will became stiff as a board. His buttock rose off the chair while his neck arched all the way back... and his jaw flew open. It appeared as if he were screaming his lungs out with all his might and yet there was not a sound coming out of his mouth.
I was shocked, yet I knew by the contortions of his fact that he was filled with rage. “Will, what is it? What are you trying to say? What is it that you cannot vocalize? Will, can you talk?” His position never changed. His back remained arched as he silently screamed his guts out. I put a paper, pen and colored crayons in front of him saying, “Will, draw your feelings. Draw what you need to say. You will open your eyes to draw, but you will remain in a deep trance. Take as long as you need and then look at me and nod when you are finished. You will have complete comprehension and understanding of whatever you draw. You will easily interpret and verbalize everything to me…”
Will began to draw very intensely. He abruptly stopped to carefully choose a specific color and then proceeded to draw again. Each color drew an entirely different object with an entirely different attitude and pace. It seemed as though there was music going on inside his head. One minute he would be calmly drawing to a waltz then, in the next minute, his hands were swirling and gyrating with an angry heavy metal beat. The drawing was as odd to me as modern art. Nothing made sense! The objects were unidentifiable, with absolutely no recognizable pattern. I prayed that he would be able to interpret the meaning of his drawing. Within twenty minutes he looked at me and nodded.
He pointed to a gold and green geometric shape and said, “This is the tree where I sit and talk with the wise old man. He comes when I ask him to. He has always come. He talks about how I can help myself and offers advice to me in all areas of my life. The pink waterfall is awhere I go when my spirit needs cleansing.” Will continued to explain, very matter-of-factly, the other symbols. When he came to the last object, which was a scribble in red and black, he immediately resumed that rigid posture and started screaming that silent scream again. I said, “Will, get the wise old man, the one who makes you feel safe and have him confront the red and black scribble.” Will then verbalize a flood of rage and when he was finished, he pointed to the pink waterfall and said “I need to shower.”
I waited a few minutes not saying a sound; It was a sacred, powerful moment.
He opened his eyes, looked at me and said, “Wow.” When I asked him what happened he said, “The red and black scribble was my dad. I was terrified of him as a young boy. When I became eighteen, I left home and never went back. I realize now my photographic memory left me when I left my dad.” Six months later, Will sent me a letter telling me that he had called and visited his dad and they planned to spend the holidays together. “My photographic memory is back!” How wonderful for Will and what a learning experience for me. Colors had healed his spirit.
This was just the beginning for my experiments using the power of color. I’ve read a ridiculous amount of chromotherapy books and attended numerous certification courses. My clients have learned to access, breathe, eat, wear, carry or hold specific colors for wellbeing. Some take colored light baths in their mind or have a literal-colored light session with me in my office. I use a “Chromo-Therapy Crystal Color Light Torch” that is similar to a small flashlight with changeable color filters. Initially I followed standard protocol to deliver light. Now I call upon the higher self of the client who always knows best. The guidance I receive from the client's higher mind gives me the best color remedy. Easy wonderful results happen when you let go and just trust.
Beautiful