 Claire Nahmad is the author of Summoning Angels and The Fairy Pack.
Dear Friends,
For me, among the most beautiful aspects of all the heavy rainfall we’ve had during the past year has been the regular appearance, often on almost a daily basis, of great sweeping double rainbows over the Lincolnshire Carrs where I live, each band of colour clearly discernible and glowing with a rare mellow brilliance truly breathtaking to behold.
I would like to share with you a remarkable lesson on the rainbow given to me recently by a leprechaun (when you consider that something as supremely fantastical as a rainbow can hang triumphantly in the heavens, unmistakable and obvious to even the most prosaic amongst us, you surely can't seriously doubt the existence of leprechauns!). His name is Tiddy Mun ('little man'), the presiding nature-spirit for the Lincolnshire Carrs. Like all leprechauns, Tiddy Mun is associated with the rainbow, with water and sunlight.
The meaning of the rainbow
He showed me first that the rainbow is a sign that those who behold it are ready to rise in spiritual aspiration – that the colours of the spirit are ready to flash through and transform the raindrops of the soul into a being of light, beauty and perfection. I was aware that he made no distinction between the natural wonder before us in the sky, and those humbler rainbows that appear in crystals and oily puddles or come to us through the medium of imagery.
His second lesson was to point out the difference between soul and spirit. Our soul, he said, is made of pure translucent substance akin to etherealized water. Our spirit is divine fire, scintillating with the seven rays of creation, and our soul is its first body. Our soul-raindrops at first can't hold the brilliance of the spirit for very long, but eventually will do so unremittingly, becoming the Lighted Way for our entire being to follow and so embrace ascension, not through death but whilst still on earth.
How to build a rainbow bridge
He then handed me a silver shoe as bright as a star. 'This is for your left foot,' he explained. 'It's a magical flying shoe. You can't ascend without it.' Next he handed me a golden shoe, just as exquisitely crafted, twinkling like a fire-jewel and double-buckled. Somehow, without being at all the same, the two were a perfect match. I felt myself wishing that I could trap them in physical form and keep them forever. Very childish.
'That's for your right foot,' he went on. 'You won't keep a firm foothold without it. And now tell me how you'll walk in them.'
Luckily for me, lessons from the fairies bypass the intellect (which is the lower mind, by the way, for all its strutting). So in gazing at the silver shoe in a half-dream I soon found that the answer was obvious. 'It's prayer-energy,' I said. 'A sort of continuous invocation.' The shoe positively buzzed with it. 'Good,' said Tiddy Mun. 'That is the very essence of universal law – that energy flows from the greater source to the lesser source. The two have to work together, and the lower must deliberately invoke the grace and the infusion of the higher, by a conscious and continual act of invocation or prayer. It's absolutely how Creation works. You'll never fly without it,' he finished, picking up the shoe and waving it in my face. 'And now, how about this other one?'
I dreamt again and of course it was easy. The golden shoe almost danced out of my hand. 'Imagination!' I said.
'Look at the double-buckle,' said Tiddy Mun. 'It's the power of Imagination invoked and controlled by Will. The rainbow path will dissolve under your feet if you're not careful to shod yourself with that shoe.' So there it was. By continually calling on the Divine through prayer and invocation, and using the power of the imagination initiated by the will, you can build your very own, essential, customized rainbow bridge. Simple!... Well, the lesson, that is!
Finding the pot of gold
'That's why,' continued Tiddy Mun, 'there's a pot of gold where the rainbow meets the earth. Solar gold, of course, that the soul brings back from the spiritual realms for the little earthly personality – the solar gold which the soul must indeed bury, or root, in the earth, or in matter itself, so that all the world will shine with light.' His eyes twinkled and he added, 'Of course, I’ll show you where the pot of gold is buried. But if you don't hold me tight, I magically disappear, and my pot of gold with me!'
'Why?' I asked. 'What does that mean?'
'Just this' said Tiddy Mun, 'that the grace you receive from Divine Spirit as a result of your invocation, as a result of your strivings with the forces of will and imagination to build your miraculous rainbow bridge, must be grasped and fully understood, must be held in the unwavering focus of your consciousness until you truly absorb it. Otherwise, it is as if you were never given it in the first place – and then the rainbow bridge begins to disintegrate, the leprechaun disappears, and the pot of gold which is your solar wisdom and enlightenment is lost to you.'
'How can we be sure of learning our lessons?' I asked. Tiddy Mun pointed to the glowing arc of the rainbow. 'You must never do what I'm doing,' he said. 'Never ever point at a rainbow. It's unlucky. It means you're switching from seeing it with your heart, your whole being, to the narrow constrictions of the mind, because the focus of your mind is in your first finger. You see, the mind can only light up its own dimension. The spheres of vision, of true seeing and knowing, are beyond it. The magical door to your whole being dwells in the heart. There's an intelligence within it that connects you directly to Divine Spirit. Inner journeying via the heart enables you to keep firm your grasp on your prayer-gifts. You call it meditation.'
The doorway to freedom
At the speed of thought he suddenly somersaulted over the rainbow and came down at its far end, some distance away. In a flash he was beside me again, only this time his appearance had changed. He was no longer a little old man, but a kind of golden elf, very tall and youthful.
'There you are, you see,' he said. 'I'm elderly when I start off on my journey. You might call me Merlin or Saturn, the wise old lawgiver. But when I reach the highest point of the rainbow to collect my gold from the spirit, I descend young and free from the constrictions of earthly law. You might call me Mercury now, or Robin Hood, the Divine Outlaw. It doesn't mean that you actually break the law when you take your journey of transformation over the rainbow, of course. It just means that you're outside the law, beyond it, no longer imprisoned by it. You're a free spirit, master of yourself and all earthly conditions, young and unrestricted. You become the great healer, the great balancer, laughingly giving your gold to the poor and using your rainbow bridge as a bow to shoot arrows of light into the darkest regions. You go from burdened age to dancing youth. That's fairy wisdom for you!'
Then suddenly he was not there, which is a trick he has. He left me contemplating the rainbow until it, too, paled and disappeared. All the rainfall of the year, symbol of the sorrows and tears, perhaps, of which we weave our soul wisdom, seemed transformed into springing rainbows, their magical lights shining on dimensions within, where, if we will, we may build our own rainbow bridge in spiritual reality, the true reality.
And it's certainly worth remembering that, once we set our feet on the spiritual path, we're getting younger, not older, as we progress into the future!
May fairy joy be with you and the fairy beam shine on you!
Claire Nahmad
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