Between Earth and the stars, there is distance. Between shorelines across oceans, there is distance as well. Between a concept and its acceptance within consciousness, that distance exists synonymous also. A gap across space, across an ocean barrier, and within consciousness, it all exists. There is no difference between the three. It takes a bridge to span those gaps, to create a connection between those perceived unconnectable distances. To fill in those gaps so a connection can be made is what humanity strives for. The Earth experience itself provides that potential in environment.
There is a structure in existence that can do all three of the above with ease. It is simply best understood as the Rainbow Bridge. What is this bridge of such metaphoric nature? It is the bridge of consciousness that exists upon and within the multidimensional layers of life permeating all. It is the conjunction AND in all possible forms. “I saw this AND now I see THIS as well.” The bridge connects.
It is the esoteric knowing of the exoteric nature. I know if I create a bridge from point A to point B, I will be more easily apt to experience both A and B. For a vista viewed across a river gives a new perspective of the side departed. A return across comes with wisdom not prior retained. We get to practice this occurrence in the Earth environment.
For an engineer striving to create a collosus physical structure to bridge gaps in physical limitation is one such example of the human striving to understand their own experience at hand. A land mass, an ocean, and the distance between galaxies is only relative to the observer in question. The human point of consciousness in speculation and contemplation brings about the question. How? Schematics and calculations vs fumbling for something within the pitch of darkness, which is the drawing board for bridging the practicality of human consciousness with the limitless potential of possibility? One could say either lies side by side along a flowing stream of equal momentum. Each delivers a something, thus a something emerges. A bridge builder one becomes.
But what is it that we are bridging? What is the goal? If how was not a big enough question, then why? Why build anything? Why become interested in building a bridge descript of a rainbow? It seems of no practicality. Practicality goes to the wayside when concerning rainbows. Yet, we are knowing at least of the pot of gold. Materialism even has its lure within the metaphoric and imaginative nature of even a rainbow. The greed of a leprechaun has hidden the gold at the unlocatable end of a phenomenon of nature unfollowable.
Yet, the rainbow we see. It appears and we know it is a thing. It disappears and we know it is gone. The circumstances of its formation understood, or at least an understanding held, we dismiss the phenomenon as a moot point. A rainbow becomes a star among trillions. The contemplation stops. The bridge building is halted.
How many rainbows are there? Is it a matter of how many or of the mere fact that a rainbow exists? Think of the circumstances preceeding a witnessing. “Oh, look! There’s a rainbow!” And, thus, it is explained. The bridge is built in a moment. Yet, moments pass, bridges witnessed, bridges walked away from. The Rainbow Bridge is a discovery without identification. One does not know the how or the why until the destination is seen upon arrival via a bridge unrealized.
A rainbow is seen yet unseen. Does it exist if unseen? A band of colors seen within an otherwise business as usual sky. Is the multicolor there always? Reds, yellows, greens, blues, they appear in different combinations in nature. Yet, the rainbow somehow appears to show them all. If we are only knowing of a fragment of the nature of our reality, does that mean there is not the potential to know across a much larger spectrum? Or is a rainbow a lie?
A rainbow shows itself but seldom. Does that make it any less notable? The subtle magnitude of such an inconsistent occurrance becomes an easily dismissable phenomenon. “It’s just a rainbow.” Yet, how long have rainbows existed? Why? A common housefly is no less in question. Yet, little do we see what it is that is before our witnessing. A rainbow is gone as quickly as a pesky housefly.
There is a consciousness behind a rainbow. There is consciousness concerning a rainbow. There is consciousness about a rainbow. There is consciousness that creates the rainbow. There is a bridge to that consciousness. We each are the rainbows. We each are the bridge. We each are connected. So simple, yet so easily dismissed, even when it sits before our very eyes. All is already golden.
We each are the rainbow, the leprechaun, and the pot of gold. The leprechaun is the part of our consciousness that provides the riddle. The rainbow is the consciousness that we each are traversing, sliding along. Our pot of gold already exists as who we each are in total beyond our immediate awareness within our human lives. The leprechaun hides our true nature. It distracts us from knowing our true nature as a rainbow. The pot of gold a mere earthly distractionary metaphor for wealth unrealized. Wealth not in the material sense, but in an eternal sense. After sliding along a rainbow all of our lives chasing leprechauns we are guaranteed a pot of gold at its end. The pot has always existed for each of us. It was there before the rainbow ride began. “You’ll get your stuff back, and more.”
“Stuff” can be a category in which rainbows reside. But what we consider “stuff” within the Earth arena versus what “stuff” means on an eternal self level are completely different. Peace of mind has its definition in either case. Sharing our eternal nature from either point of observation is a gift. Thus, the rainbow bridge is one thing among an eternal amount of stuff unrealized that we each have access to in order to bring our eternal nature into expression while within a life upon Earth.
We get the opportunity within a life on Earth to bridge back to that which we left in all ways. Our own rainbow nature, our true multidimensionality, lies but along a stream of colors awaiting our attention, a river that reaches into infinite eternity. A bridging rainbow reaches from a place so distant to our comprehension that the belief that it does not exist prevails. That reach goes both ways, however, so its belief can be practical, utilized just as it is brought.
A rainbow, who would’ve thought? Exactly! This preceeding thought is brought to you by a post-production easter egg. It is much like a history lesson lost to the ink of a pen. The pigment wells of time bring about ink blots in presentation covering truths long drawn over. There was a dot prior to any image created. The rainbow flows from the initial contact made and thus there is light. Light unseen yet there all the same. A rainbow hidden is but a rainbow to be seen.
An idea becomes a rainbow revealed. A rainbow revealed shows the idea. Where did either originate? The rainbow is dismissed despite all it displays. I have no idea becomes. It is done. A pot of gold is inherited.
