Rainbow Bridge

Title: Rainbow Bridge
Written by: Tania Southern Season
 
There is a place in my heart where
everything and everyone is connected.
No You, No me
No Black, No White
All colors of the rainbow exist in one place
Everything in harmony, dancing with each other
on all the tunes of the Universe
Unicorn walks with Dragon
Faeries talk with trolls
Total respect for Be-ing

There is a place in my mind
where everything is separated
Power, money, manipulation, greed
Everything is a fight
A big fear of loosing things or dying
Fear of non-existence in the material world
Struggling to survive.
Dragging everyone and everything with it
Like a destroying tsunami
Total respect for have-ing

There is a place in the center of my being
That is tired of fighting
It just doesn't want to choose any more
Tired of being drawn from one side to the other

My Self wants to Live
Dive into the deep ends of Oneness without loosing who it is
Enjoying the material world without attachment
Forming a rainbow bridge between the two worlds
Connecting them for once and for all
So that 'I' can exist in the 'Whole'

Blessings to All Tania Southern Season
Green Person, Rainbow Warrior of Prophecy, 
Akicita, Law Enforcement  (law of love, the red road)
Sly as a Fox, deep as the devil (the person who can suffer for love the most, true love) who knows how to complete (the law of love, the wave that carries forth enforcement of loving actions).

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Pray With Elders around the World

Hear Your Relatives Perfect Flowing Hearts
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

 

She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)


The Story of the Rainbow

Once upon a time, all the colors in the world started to quarrel; each claimed that she was the best, the most important, the most useful, the favorite...

Green said: “Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees, leaves — without me all the animals would die. Look out over the countryside and you will see  that I am in the majority.”

Blue interrupted: “You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is water that is the basis of life and this is drawn up by the clouds from the blue sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace you would all be nothing but busybodies.”

Yellow chuckled: “You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun.”

Orange started next to blow her own trumpet: “I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the inner needs of human life. I carry all the most important vitamins. Think of carrots and pumpkins, oranges, mangoes and paw paws. I don’t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise
or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you.”

Red could stand it no longer. He shouted out: “I’m the ruler of you all, blood, life’s blood. I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight of a cause. I bring fire in the blood. without me the earth would be empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and love; the red rose, poinsettia and poppy.”

Purple rose up to his full height. He was very tall and he spoke with great pomp: “I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs and bishops have always chosen me for I am a sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me — they listen and obey.”

Indigo spoke much more quietly than all the others, but just as determinedly: “Think of me, you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep waters. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace.”

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And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced that they were the best. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of brilliant white lightning; thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors all crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

Then Rain spoke:

“You foolish colors, fighting among yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Do you not know that God made you all? Each for a special purpose, unique and different. He loves you all. He wants you all. Join hands with one another and come with me. He will stretch you across the sky in a great bow of color, as a reminder that he loves you all, that you can live together in peace

— a promise that he, Great Spirit Father, is with you,
— a sign of hope for tomorrow, that she, Great Spirit Mother, is with you.”

And so whenever God has used a good rain to wash the world, we put the rainbow in the sky, and when we see it, let us remember to appreciate one another.

— based on an Indian legend