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After Mia dropped me off at home, I decided to go for a walk. It was a light spring evening and the first crocuses edged the footpath out towards the fields. As I walked, I had a feeling of hopefulness. I had seen my first auras.

The great thing about being with Mia was that she was continually reinforcing the idea that I could trust my instincts. Again, I wondered if seeing the energy around the people in the café had been my imagination. But even if it was, it led to a feeling of respect for them, and wonder. That in itself felt worthwhile. If more people did that, I reflected, then we would live in a much gentler world. For how could you want to kill someone if you were tuning into their energy?

Was I being gullible? I dug my hands into my jacket pockets. Was I deluding myself? Mia kept saying that belief was the key, but if I was going to believe in something, then I wanted to be sure it was something that actually existed.

I turned towards home. By the stables, a large marmalade cat started walking purposefully towards me. I adore cats and always stop to stroke them. This one was unusually friendly and rolled over on its back in the dust, stretching out its paws.

As I walked away, the cat started to follow me. I looked at it against the dark green bushes and, suddenly, I could see a white light along its back. The light was neither transparent nor dense. I looked away and then back. The light was still there. I was seeing its aura. I shook my head in wonderment. Mia – the powerhouse – was gone, but even without her presence, the magic remained.

Sitting on the front step of my cottage the next morning, I watched my cat, Wesley, sprawling in the long grass. He was lying quite still and the backdrop of green grass was uniform and plain.

Oh my god – there it was. My cat was glowing. I looked away, thinking, as always, that I could be making it up. I glanced back and the pulsating line was still there. Perhaps Mia was right and everything had an aura. I felt a knot in my stomach. I wanted and didn’t want to see it, all at the same time.

Plant pot. I looked at the empty terracotta plant pot at the bottom of the steps. I tried to make it have an aura; I scrunched my eyes up and played with the morning light. It was like the cash till in the café. There was no aura to be found.

I was seeing stuff that I had never seen before – and I could see it at will. Had something changed in me? Could I go back to the way I was before? Could I stop it if I wanted to?

Did taking on board the existence of auras, mean I had to believe in ghosts and the afterlife? Was it all part of the same package? Could I just choose the bits (the safe-feeling bits) that I wanted to take on, and leave the rest behind?

I reminded myself that Mia and I had only just started – and all I had promised was that I would keep an open mind. Then I let myself feel the excitement again, the wonder. Wesley was still glowing, so was the tree at the bottom of the garden. Mia had, indeed, given me a magic lens.