I’ve always seen auras. When I was still at school, teachers thought I was mad because I kept describing shades of colour surrounding people and shifting in to beautiful patterns that seemed to change with emotions. I could *feel* the atmosphere changing as their moods shifted. This is nothing special, really. I truly believe it’s something we all can do. Living in a cult environment, I had to be acutely aware of changing moods in order to gauge levels of danger. Therefore, logic follows that my sense of reading auras would be well developed and remain in place.
Now, though, I’m seeing strings of light. This is new. Before anyone wonders, I am still taking my meds as prescribed and am not having psychotic symptoms. I’m perfectly lucid. But there are visible connections between beings and objects around me. Little strings of white or golden light drawing connections. They seem to predict how objects and beings are going to interact with one another. I see how things resonate through the vibrations of the lights. It’s frightening and wonderful all at once. No idea how this will progress, but I’m trying to learn more about it and see how I can develop the sense to help bring peace. That is, afterall, the grand purpose of anything metaphysical I’ve ever experienced. It’s just odd at the moment.