I See Flashes of Light When You Tell the Truth

Tiny Flashes of Light: When Energy Becomes Real

I see energy become real.

Not metaphorically—literally. Sometimes, in the middle of a conversation, I’ll see a flash of light zip across the room. A spark. A shimmer. A tiny dot of color, there and then gone, like a cosmic firefly.

It usually happens when someone speaks the truth—sometimes even before they know they’ve spoken it.

What Are These Lights?

They’re real. I see them with my own two eyes. They’re not in my mind’s eye, and they’re not imaginary. These flashes appear in physical space—often while someone is speaking to me. Usually during moments of emotional clarity, vulnerability, or insight.

Each color is a frequency of energy:

• White a moment of peace, non-attachment, or a shift in mindset (the creation of something new that did not previously exist in reality)

• Green feels like the truth. A change in perspective, an opening of the heart, an inclusion of love or trust.

• Blue, yellow, and others show up too—each one reflecting a different feeling, a unique energetic structure without dialogue. They are the tone of the soul in that exact moment.

I don’t summon them. I don’t control them. They appear when I’m fully present—not just hearing someone’s words, but listening to the energy beneath their voice.

It’s as if the truth itself wants to be seen. And this is how it arrives.

A Moment on the Phone

This happens often when I’m talking with close friends. Sometimes we’re not even talking about anything “spiritual.” Just life, love, confusion. Real stuff. I’ll be lying on my bed, relaxed, just listening, staring at the ceiling. And then… I see it. A streak of color—green or white—flashes through the air in my room.

I don’t stop and say, “Oh, I just saw your aura speak to me.” No. I just respond. I say what I’m suddenly certain of—an idea, an insight, a feeling that wasn’t in words yet, but is now.

I translate what I saw, as if it were my own thought. Because in a way, it is—their energy became language through me.

And when I speak it, something clicks. There’s a pause on the other end. A breath. A laugh. A silence that means something just shifted.

That’s the moment a flash of light becomes a truth you can use.

Are These Auras?

Not quite. Auras are layered—like novels, rich with emotion, memory, and karma. These flashes of light are different. They’re like the first spark that a novel is built from.

A speck of light is desire—raw and alive—becoming reality. It’s energy moving into form.

They’re not here to stay. They show up to mark the moment. A checkpoint. A nudge. A signal that something just became real.

Why They Matter

What humbles me most about these lights is that I can’t summon them. They appear only when I’m truly present. They don’t flatter my ego. They invite me to listen more.

Each time I see one, it reminds me that truth isn’t found by force—it’s revealed through trust.

They teach me to stay open. To stay curious. To believe that something deeper is always trying to come through, even when things feel stuck.

And more than anything, they remind me that there is always more life ahead. Even if you can’t see it yet—your soul is already lighting the way.

If You’re Curious

You may never see these flashes the way I do. But if you’ve ever had a moment where something inside you clicked—where you felt seen, or finally knew what you needed—then you’ve already felt them.

That’s the kind of work I do. Not therapy. Not prediction. Translation.

If this speaks to something in you, I’d love to show you what I see. First sessions are free. You’ll know if it’s for you the moment we begin.

Let’s find the spark together.