I love looking at rainbows after the rain. A friend was really lucky as she witnessed a triple rainbow over a river.
The excitement of being near the origin of a rainbow and the unconscious, absurd (yet it could be true) mythological question of: makes me wonder if there is a pot of gold near here? It produces a feeling like no other.
Art and Myth
Rainbows are represented everywhere in human society and probably in every culture. The Zuni of New Mexico, the Hopi, the Cherokee, the Cree, the Irish, my native Scots. Most certainly every indigenous grouping in the world represent the rainbow in their art and mythology.
This Cree story always holds my attention: it’s a prophecy of the rainbow by an old woman called ‘Eyes of Fire.’
Eyes of Fire
Eyes of Fire prophesied firstly, that one day all the animals on parched land, the fish in dried rivers, and the earth herself would get sick, and all would die. Why? Well, because of the greed of some human beings’ and the lack of respect they show the earth. Secondly, when these things begin to happen, a new people will emerge.
This new people will come from those who are known as the keepers of legends, stories, culture, and rituals. We call them witches, warlocks, priests, pastors and druids. Eyes of Fire predicted that the ancient customs and knowledge, most of it out of fashion in a modern world, is needed to heal the earth.
Warriors of the Rainbow
The new people will be called, Warriors of the Rainbow. The Warriors of the Rainbow will be the key element to heal and renew and ensure mankind and the earths survival.
If we ask is this myth/prophecy true or not, is missing the point. The truth that our myths and stories are teaching us are much more than factual, scientifically measurable data.
Like the Warriors of the Rainbow, I want to learn the legends I build in my mind. And to understand my rituals, because that means I can free myself.
Learning to use all of my resources to know myself better, means I can give my life meaning.
I want to use everything at my disposal to make a new me, before it’s too late.
I read today an article about creating a ceremony to say good bye to a dream. An ambition that is dead and is no longer possible to achieve.
I screamed out loud as I read, ‘No!’ A few polite people turned their heads to look at the screaming guy in the corner of the popular coffee shop with free internet.
I want to save my dreams and ambitions; to rekindle my ‘Eyes of Fire’ before I have to bury them. I imagine sitting on my rocking chair way out in my future looking back over my life and saying: that was amazing!
Hearing myself say: I recovered in time, I reclaimed my power and my ambition to live authentically. I lived uniquely, made a real difference.
I am a Warrior of the Rainbow, always.