Meaning of the rainbow colors

I am deeply attracted with using the colors of the rainbow in my work. Although I am aware that the rainbow carries many symbolism, from deep spiritual meaning to gay pride, I’ve never given any special thought to it beyond the fact that all those colors are so pretty.

But the light bulb suddenly turned on after I found out (during my life-between-life regression therapy) that my purpose in this life was to learn how to stand up for myself. This is what those colors mean to me, and here is the story…

I have very few memories of my childhood. The day my father died when I was 7, I lost the memory of what was my life before. However, since a few years, I have been having some sort of flashbacks and one souvenir is especially vivid: the first time I stood up for myself.

My father was very loving and attentive. I knew how to read, write and count when I was 4 years old. After a lot of negotiations with the school, I was admitted to primary school at 4 1/2 while the standard age is 6.

I was very shy and already a bit anal with my belongings (only child curse?). In addition of the regular school supplies neatly aligned on my desk, my most precious possession was a large tin box of Caran d’Ache pencils that my father bought me and that I proudly carried everywhere with me. I loved drawing and coloring… Those pencils were arranged by color to create the shade of the rainbow. So pretty!

Being young, shy and introvert made me an easy prey for the class bully, Brigitte Lambert, who happened to be seated in the row just in front of me.
Brigitte had a beautiful waist long braid that made all the girls envious. Being so pretty made her the dominant character of the class and I guess this superior status brought her to believe that she could have anything she wanted.

When the teacher was not looking, she liked to turn around to ask me to give her my candies. My mother was putting a few candies in my bag for break time and they were delicious… those that you buy by the weight at the “confiserie” made only with natural fruit, not the kind that you buy in bags at the grocery store made with artificial coloring. Brigitte Lambert had good taste!

I do not remember if she ever asked nicely for candies or if I just refused to give any to her, as I was not used to sharing. Most likely a little bit of both. What I recall is that her demand was coming with the threat of throwing my beautiful Caran d’Ache pencils tin box on the floor. She had found my Achilles’ heel…

I could not stand the idea to see my beautiful pencils broken. When they fall, the core inside breaks and does not hold anymore when you sharpen the wood casing… Day after day, I was so afraid for my precious pencils that I gave away my candies. Damn you Brigitte Lambert, I hope that you got plenty of cavities and that you are wearing a denture today!!

At some point, I felt that I had to do something to stop being afraid… but what? talking to someone (the teacher? my parents?) was not an option. I felt so ashamed with what was going on that I thought I had to deal with it myself and keep the secret.
This is when I found Brigitte’s own Achilles’ heel: her beautiful braid was right there at hand reach for me. Oh, the evil idea that came to my mind this day…

When she turned around to ask for my candies I whispered “no, and if you touch my pencils, I’ll cut your braid”. Although I felt that my rebellion I had destabilized her, she came at it again. A moment later, she turned toward me and made a gesture as if she was going to swipe the pencils down from my desk. I took my scissors in my hand and made a gesture as if I was going to cut her braid.
A few more times she turned around to look down at the little ant who had the audacity to resist to her. But each time, I had my scissors in my hand. At the end, she gave up. Never turned around again, never threatened me again.

This historic day was the first time I stood up for myself. This was a great accomplishment and although I do not think that what I did was very smart, I am still very proud of myself. And this is why I believe the rainbow is for me a strong symbol of standing up for one’s rights.

A bientôt!
Patricia