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I'm reminded of Rockefeller who, once he became wealthy, supported legislation that would ban how he became wealthy.  I would add to the list of those who would be excluded by editors today such illuminaries as Dorothy Sayers, e.e. cummings, Melville...the list goes on and on and on. One of the reasons that I decided to self-publish.  I may only make a pittance (I average about $30 a month in royalties; last month was $2.95), but I have an audience that appreciates me and as for the rest?  Their loss, not mine.

OK, Kdot, how's this?

That rattled Barbara.  “You’re good.  You could have gotten a lot of that from my dossier, from some sneaky actions on your part.  You almost make me believe it.  But let’s just see how good you really are.”  Turning, her back to the sink, Barbara lunged at Rhiannon.

Rhiannon stepped aside at the point of no return, clocked Barbara on the back of the neck as she skidded by toward the bungalow’s side window.

Barbara fell down, lept up; her robe flew open, displaying a growing pinkish-red color on her knees. She circled Rhiannon, did a leg sweep and push with a knock to the fairy’s neurovasculars. There was a satisfying crack from the neck. The intruder gasped and fell.

The two women wrestled, rolling toward the sofa and back toward the window, threatening the table and Barbara’s OLED television.

Barbara’s focus went from Rhiannon to the device that had cost her two months salary.

Taking advantage of her opponent’s shift in awareness, Rhiannon brought her elbows in toward her torso, and, using her forearms and knees as frames, exploded.  Rotating her hips and shoulders, she rolled Barbara off her, jumped to her feet. The vibrations knocked the television over. It made an ominous fizzing noise.

Barbara craned her neck at her television, silently wept for her lost electronic friend, not yet paid for, still noticed that Rhiannon was about to knuckle the soft part of her legs and come down with a ridge hand to her genitals.  She jumped to avenge her lost television and subdue the enemy alien.

As Barbara landed on her feet, Rhiannon kicked the marine, who doubled over with a scream, spittle dropping on the Safavieh solid plush shag rug that separated the entertainment table and the sofa. Between the drool, the blood, and the tears from unfriendly feet, the rug too would need a visit to the furniture infirmary.

Cursing, whether to reduce her pain or because of the shambles that was replacing her lounge one couldn’t say, Barbara circled around to Rhiannon’s back. Got her in a hammerlock. Pinched the nerve on the fairy’s wrist.

Wincing in pain, Rhiannon grabbed Barbara’s hand, did an ‘L’ maneuver with her feet, then pressed down on a nerve point on Barbara’s arm and kicked her. Now, it was Barbara’s turn to scream.

Barbara, putting her mass into it, kicked back, forcing Rhiannon with an ‘oof’ to let go of her grip and step back, to prepare for a panther strike.  Before Rhiannon could complete the strike, Barbara somersaulted to her visitor, knocking her back down.

Rhiannon thrashed, the cottage cheese ceiling mocking her as Barbara finally put handcuffs on her.  Rhiannon screamed, resisted by kicking. Barbara made an iron stomach, as the feet threatened to knock the front of her stomach against the back, Tensing, the marine leg cuffed the fairy. 
Rhiannon whistled for her death sword.  She realized that was absurd; it hadn’t been forged yet.

She heard Barbara gasp, as a whirring sound got louder and louder, and the Goblin Ice blade appeared out of nowhere and sliced through Rhiannon’s shackles. It floated a fraction of an inch from her side, as she sprung up.

The route from Old Jerusalem to Bethany is blocked, and the Jordan River no longer runs by where Jesus was baptized.  That is almost as bad as when I finally got to visit Nottingham Forest, of Robin Hood fame and found they'd built a suburban housing track there. At least the Black Forest is still there, even if they have highways through there complete with speed limits and 'Watch Out for Deer' signs.  Sigh.  Othello's profession--gone!

In paranormal literature, an imprint is usually part of an energy field--left by a spirit, for example.  Auras also can show whether you're happy, or fearful, that sort of thing, by whether they are expansive or hug the body. If he's supposed to be the reincarnation of Jesus, then I suggest that you use the analogy of remembering a dream or recalling repressed memories (controversial because of the blend of fantasy and suggestion, but they might make a good model). Also, maybe if you hear yourself when you talk to yourself, that could be useful.  One person I knew heard a voice in his head that told him he couldn't be successful.  Using an energy psychology technique, he "tuned" the voice up until he recognized it--it was his mother. So think of the times like that, when you hear a voice in your head telling you something--and maybe have Connor hear a voice, unbidden, like an ego-alien, say the Sermon on the Mound.  He tunes it up (have him go to a psychologist or hypnotherapist, and as he hears the voice more clearly, he realizes it's his voice. Or better still, have him hear the voice of Jesus (from Zeferelli or others who have produced films), but as he tunes it up, it's his voice. 

SPOILER ALERT.  IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE FIRST SEASON OF WESTWOLRD, DON'T READ FURTHER. Another possible model.  Delores kept on having 'memories,'in scenes where she and Bernard were talking, and he was probing the breakdown in her programming.  But when she finally gets to the center of the maze, she first sees Bernard, but she turns around and it's her talking to herself.  Freedom and sentience is when you hear the voice of the gods as your own voice.  SPOILER ALERT.

So Connor, in his way to self-discovery, when he talks to himself, at some point is talking to Jesus--and Jesus becomes him...Just thoughts and I hope I didn't spoil that part of WW to you if you haven't seen it.

Aura is probably fine.  But in energy psychology, your aura is different than your energy field, which can contain isomorphic manifestations of your thoughts. Your aura is a colored field said to enclose a human body. It is sometimes thought of as a subtle body. Your energy field contains chi, the chakras, any effects from kinesthesiology, the flows that allow acupressure to work, dim mak, the power of chi kung, which can be used (and I know this because I have done it) to move an opponent's body against his will.  So it depends on what you are trying to say.  Sounds to me like it's aura, as it sounds like you're talking about the subtle body of Christ following along your character.

I'm glad I get to make up my landscape.  Actually, I research medieval and Elizabethan settings all the time. Not to mention, Hossenfelder's, "Lost in Math," to inspire my faux-science.

Debbie:  the POV is omniscient, although if a character is front-and-center, it is mainly from theirs.  I've  likened what I'm doing to J.D. Robb (Nora Roberts) who often changes POV in the middle of a paragraph. The narrator will often put some details in that the character couldn't know (at that time), to help the reader along.  From the style, I'd say the narrator is Rhiannon, deliberately using the omniscient/3rd person POV, because of the similarity of styles between this and the other books, but no name is given to her.

It's not just you.  I saw 3 new messages, and after I checked my novel, I went to look at them.  They are gone and so is the Premium Group.  The messages having vanished perhaps indicates Sol is on the alert.  But I'll message him from FB.

Hi, Kclayton

Welcome, Yug

I've tried all of them.  I find the Firefox to be the best. It is very natural. The one on www.naturalreaders.com has some annoying features.  When....it comes...to a sentence end, it....pauses....  And for contractions, like I V E, it pronounces all the letters.  Did a good job on Yggdrasil, which surprised me.  The Edge one is OK, but I didn't like the voice (personal preference.)  The natural reader one will allow you to upload whole manuscripts, which is a neat feature.  The Firefox and Edge one seem to be only for what's on a webpage. 

There, I said it. (lol)

Rachel

Oh, and I just tried the Firefox one on my own stuff.  Some mistakes stand out glaringly when the story is read to you.

It kind of depends (as does everything.) Nora Roberts changed POV in the middle of a paragraph.  Head hopping has gotten a bad rap because it jolts the reader, but if you do it with enough flow, it's fine.  A crowd scene, for example.  It would be perfectly fine to switch from a United the Righter to an Antifa, to the cop trying to prevent each of them from killing each other in the space of a page--if that's all part of the action.