When I was crazy for real, not just thinking crazily I was a fortune teller simply but actually having visions, all my  visions were in the orange light. The white light was where I went to rest and feel better. I had a flash of this eyesight the other day and thanked god for having me known this. To this day, the white and orange light affect my meditation.

Much fond memories , only in this house, of such lights. The white light was always known however, just the sun in the winter in quebec.  Or any sunlight that is not yellow.