Seeing With Out eyes. My internal Light.

Seeing Without Eyes: My Eternal Light

I’ve never told anyone this part of my story before—not really. Not in full. But recently, I had a deep conversation with my grandma that helped me realize it’s finally time to open up.

She had just finished her morning Bible reading and said something to me that stopped me in my tracks. “Kamala,” she said, “I want to share this verse with you—it’s about God giving us eternal light.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. I took a deep breath and told her, “Grandma… that’s exactly what I’ve been experiencing.”

I told her how, even though I’m totally blind—and I don’t have eyes at all—I still see. Not in the traditional sense. Not with my body. But inside my mind, I see lights. Bright, vibrant, sometimes overwhelming colors. I’ve seen brilliant pinks, flashes of fire-orange, glowing yellows floating across grey, and even bold reds with hot white centers. It’s not imagined. It’s vivid, and it’s real to me.

Some nights, these colors light up my entire internal world. Other times, I wake to a soft glow behind the darkness. I’ve always called it “seeing without eyes,” but until that moment with my grandma, I never had the words to explain what it really meant.

She listened to me with love and understanding—the way only a grandma can. We talked about how God’s light doesn’t always come through physical vision. Sometimes it’s something more eternal. Something deeper. Something holy.

That moment made me realize that what I’ve been experiencing might just be a blessing from Jesus. A gift. A way to remind me that I’m never truly in the dark. Even with no eyes, even in silence, He gives me light.

This is why I created my blog, Still Seeing in the Dark. It’s where I share what life is like as a totally blind person—especially the things that people don’t usually talk about. Things like internal sight, nighttime confusion, misunderstood sounds, and now… eternal light.

Thank you, Grandma, for helping me see the spiritual truth behind what I’ve been feeling all along.

And thank you, Jesus, for showing me that even without eyes… I was never left without light.

📖 Read more of my journey here:

https://stillseeinginthedark.blogspot.com 




Comments

  1. SallyeJune 15, 2025 at 5:11 PM

    That is a true revelation isn't it? I've never looked at it this way until now.

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