Dark Red
Morning may often tell a tale of the night when truth has been made a Mecca of its own, the way in which the finish of the previous day has been spent. All have an original pattern in the subconscious and its colour array, dark or light shows itself, its own power to perform the dull or gay hours sleep has provided.
Truth of the colours can never be thwarted, it shows boldly in whatever part of the world the night must find according to the activity one has entered into and its provision according to what the evening sets going.
Some will be bright and ever ready for the day, the right colours in charge that makes coping easier when life could be difficult. They have laughed and friends have bidden them to come again, the lovely yellow, red and a beautiful blue boosting the nature and happiness is never far away but close at hand.
The day full of irritations
Those whose colours show the night had no power to bless and the Astral, with its unfulfilment of policy, has undermined them, might hear other people say they should have got out of the other side
of the bed, but the wrong side has set the pace, the day full of irritations, ill at ease and having little to compensate.
So easy would the parent lose their temper at such a one but they stand righteously, then they enjoyed themselves and all was all right nothing wrong with them but others wouldn't see the point.
Mother perhaps looking after her brood may be afraid to speak and white shows in her aura; as fears increase they cut down her bright and lovely colours and the home is put back as no love can bloom when such an opening to the day makes itself felt.
There may come in a darkening note as the father is told and what is said to be justice is meted out; but the father has had a bad day and his every word and action is increased with venom as he lets his discomfort fall on the convenient shoulders of the miscreant, and though he is appeased the tide of peace has turned and hate is now the master in the house which once had love and peace.
Tolerance, patience and peace have gone and when the night comes they will pay a heavy price, for the colour of hate a very dark red will show up in the corners and even the danger of death may come in the night to the good in that home if all is not set right beforehand.