A Spirit in the Fire

I want to share something magical that happened recently. I took a photo of a bonfire, and when I looked at it later, I was stunned. Inside the flames, there was a man — perfectly formed in profile — wearing bell-bottoms and a hat, as if he were walking through another realm.

There’s no logical explanation for it. The image feels alive, like a visitation from another dimension — a Nature spirit, perhaps, or someone simply reminding me that the seen and unseen worlds are closer than we realize.

It felt like a message: we are not alone.

After speaking with color visionary Gillian Rose https://www.gillianrosecolour.com, I’ve come to realize that color isn’t simply visual — it’s vibrational. It’s the language the soul uses when words fall short.

When I was a little girl, I had a pair of pink sneakers that I adored. Not hot pink, not pale — but that perfect mid-range pink that made me feel something. I would stare at my feet as I walked, entranced. I didn’t know it then, but I was communing with frequency. That pink had a spirit, and it was talking to me.

Around age seven, I saw a magazine photo of a red and yellow bedroom. I thought it was the most magical thing I’d ever seen. Red and yellow — two colors that vibrate with life, not peace. I didn’t want calm; I wanted aliveness. Those walls felt like they were breathing.

Then came the lavender bedroom of a friend’s mother — a place that made me feel as if I were floating inside a cloud of kindness. Lavender was another presence altogether — soft, healing, and full of ...