Sankar led me to a small stool that faced a black box about the size of a shoebox. The box was fitted with a tiny lens that poked out toward my face and a bundle of wires that coiled back into his computer. "You don't have to be so nervous," he assured me. Sticking out of another side of the black box was a wire leading to a hand-shaped pad covered in sensors. Sankar gave me an instruction: "When I say, put your hand on the pad."
I'd come to Sankar's studio to have my aura photographed. Which isn't something I'd usually do, but I was looking into the phenomenon of "indigo children"—kids supposedly born into the next stage of human consciousness, possessing unusual and occasionally supernatural abilities. I'd heard that, when photographed by aura specialists such as Sankar, the full-body indigo halo that surrounds these kids—invisible, of course, to the naked eye—makes itself known. So naturally I wanted to see whether I was one of the blessed souls inhabiting this enlightened plane of being.
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