Rendezvousing With the Rainbow

Building Bridges To Higher Healing


Recently, while visiting some of my family, I walked Dean Star Dancer’s land and was saddened by the deadness and emptiness that I felt. During my growing-up years, Dean had been a close friend of my family’s. As a child I would often go to her place for hot chocolate, laughter, and a good story. When I was in high school I would weekly visit Dean after school before going home. By that time it was I who was telling the stories and making her laugh, for Dean had become deeply grieved in her remaining few years. We had many serious discussions about religion, relationships, and reality. Dean was first a mentor to me when I was a child, and I then became hers in my youth and in her declining days.

After retiring, Dean moved from the Los Angeles area to her place near an Indian reservation here in Arizona. She had dreams for that place and for her life. Retirement for Dean was a rebirth, a new way of being and existing. She left one identity in California to create another one in Arizona. Most of the family, especially her children, did not understand her choice. Most were embarrassed by her and possibly considered her move as a mental breakdown, and after her death, her children had no interest in the nonmaterial legacy that she had left. They were interested in the material inheritance of real estate and finances, but not those personal items that reflected the move into her new identity and life. What was that move that Dean made?

She wanted to become more than she was. She wanted to go to the depths of her heart. She wanted to expand her experiences beyond what she had had in mainstream society. She wanted to embrace the legacy of her Native American ancestors and get back to dirt and plants and animals and away from concrete and plastic and machines. She wanted to find herself, for over the years she had become lost amongst the mannequins and masquerades of the dominant culture.

Her land became the physical manifestation of her own unfoldment. As she struggled to realize the depths of her spirit, her land evolved—plant by plant, stone by stone, path by path—into a landscape of little vignettes for meditation and reflection. Dean called her place “Rendezvous with the Rainbow.” At the entry was a little sign that stated, “Leave your worries, fears, and burdens behind as you cross over the rainbow bridge. Step into peace, power, healing, and joy.” Two or three steps later a little bridge painted with the seven colors of the rainbow graced the path. After crossing the rainbow bridge, the path split into three different directions, each one leading to a simple landscaped motif that promised to take you into an inner journey of questing and discovering, if you were an individual of imagination and adventure. Unfortunately, her family did not have the understanding of the power of place, or any desire for vision questing, so they ignored the many little compositions that she so lovingly created on her land.

After Dean Star Dancer’s death, her place (Rendezvous with the Rainbow) lost its grace as a result of negligence and disregard. No longer did people come there to look for courage, power, peace, and joy. People with shattered lives continued to come there, but they were not seeking healing and composure; these ones were looking for enhancing their confusion and brokenness with the distractions of drink, drugs, and drudgery. Thus, Dean’s brave new world of rainbows, rebirth, and rehabilitation was destroyed by those who were the offspring of the industrialized and technologized world of inner drought, dearth, and death that she had moved away from. Her garden of living soil, colorful plants, many-textured rocks, and singing animals became a graveyard of concrete-like dirt, plant skeletons, rocks turned to asphalt, and no animals.


Many years ago, Dean gave herself the name “Star Dancer” when she decided to compose a new life with more depth and purpose. For me, the name implies expansion into cosmic thinking and being. It reflects a newfound freedom in the joy of interacting intimately and lovingly with the natural world. I think that “Star Dancer” is a new name for a new life of adventure and exploration of the vast cosmos of outer and inner space. An archangel tells us in The URANTIA Book, “Stars are best discerned from the lonely isolation of experiential depths, not from the illuminated and ecstatic mountain tops.” (Paper 48: Section 7; Paragraph 15)

The rainbow is a symbol of hope and life everlasting for many cultures. For Judaism and Christianity, the rainbow is God’s covenant never to forget humans. The rainbow consists of the seven foundational colors that blend and flow together, thus a sign for synthesis, synergy, and coordination.

Barbara Marx Hubbard, a futurist with a hopeful vision, says the rainbow is “a mark of love signifying that the elevated individual is always connected to God consciously and is therefore whole, incorruptible, immortal and perfect as God in Heaven in perfect.” Ms. Hubbard goes on to say that the rainbow is “the mental counterpart of atomic energy. It is the light given off by minds whose thought is vibrating at the God-frequency, consciously accessing the universal information system, consciously connected with the mind of God.”

The Bakongo tribe in Zaire honors a rainbow god who stills the thundering storms in the sky and the violence found in nature and humans on the earth. This rainbow god is considered to be the guardian of the earth and sea, including the village and its community, thus he is the protector of all life from destruction and chaos.

Scientists explain that the rainbow is formed when water droplets in the air cause the diffraction of sunlight. I see each human being having the potential of being a water droplet that can reflect the Sonlight of Christ, helping to bring the rejuvenating and healing colors of the Universal Father’s love and truth to our world called Urantia (Earth).

I do not know to what depth Dean understood the symbolism of the names she had selected for herself and for her land, but they meant something to her personally, and they meant something to almost anyone who visited her, for they are symbols that belong to all of us.


Dean Star Dancer represents many things to me. She is all those who have attempted composing a decent life within the mainstream and eventually realized that they could not be sustained. She is all individuals who have become refugees from the dominant culture of Western civilization—some of those have been able to create an enriching and sustainable life outside of the status quo; some have become immersed in the margins of desperate existence. She is those Native Americans who were relocated by the Bureau of Indian Affairs to urban areas for assimilation only to discover that they had been thrown into a terrifying wasteland of bigotry, loneliness, and poverty, experiencing dislocation that ended up in debilitating alcoholism. She is women who—having lived lives of constant interruptions from the demands of family, friends, and work—chose, in their mid or older years, to redirect their existence in their status quo of discontinuity to a new life of continuity and coordination. She is the mothers and wives who are abandoned by their families when they no longer meet the wants, desires, and expectations of their children and husbands. And she is much more.


Though Dean finally succumbed to her sadness and committed suicide (she shot herself one golden, sunny, autumn afternoon), I think that she had composed a life of dignity and compassion. She was victorious in recognizing that she was caught in a system of spiritual and psychological emptiness, and she had the courage to move away from that wasteland of systematic deadening of sensitivity and humanness. She did compose a new life for herself, a life of higher aspirations and ideals, a life of quiet and composure, a life of celebration and ceremony, a life of ministry to those who were broken and searching for deeper purpose and meaning.

I think that Dean’s tender heart grew weary of seeing the devastation that the dominant culture wrecked on nature, on people, and on her own children. In her last days on Urantia (Earth), I think that Dean, in her discouragement and sadness, forgot to follow the advice of her little sign at the entry of her place: “Leave your worries, fears, burdens behind as you cross over the rainbow bridge. Step into peace, power, healing, and joy.” In her depression, Dean did not cross the rainbow bridge, thus losing faith in God’s covenant with her. I think that Dean felt not only abandoned by her family but by God. Star Dancer quit dancing on this world, but in her passing from this world she crossed another type of rainbow bridge that leads to dancing among the stars of the mansion worlds.


In our struggles to maintain sanity and sustainability on this fallen and pained world, we must continue to rendezvous with the meaning of the rainbow—a bridge to the mind of God, His/Her fragment within us that is continually there to redirect our thoughts of fear and anxiety, our feelings of discouragement and despair to the reality of courage, peace, love, joy, and hope.

It is never too late for any of us humans to begin to walk into the primal mandate and destiny for each one of us—to eventually become perfect as God is perfect, to eventually become spirit persons living perfectly in divine pattern—the treasure at the end of the rainbow.

Though we struggle as imperfect human beings with our selfishness, disappointments, discouragement, fears, self-pity, vanities, pride, and lack of faith, we all have the promise of perfection within us. We can rendezvous moment-to-moment with God by crossing the rainbow bridge within; our material minds can meet the divine mind if we just continue in faith.

Our so-called breakdowns, our moments of facing our own hearts of darkness can be the rainbow bridges that enable us to relinquish all of those habits, patterns, thought-forms, beliefs, and ideas that are blockages to our moving into a new life of hope, joy, peace, purpose, and vitality. Remember, “Leave your worries, fears, and burdens behind and cross the rainbow bridge of God’s spirit within you and step into peace, power, healing, and joy."


This article is condensed from a longer teaching that was originally published in Teachings on Healing from a Spiritual Perspective by Gabriel of Urantia and Niánn Emerson Chase

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About the Author

Niánn Emerson Chase is a pastor, teacher, counselor, writer, and co-founder of Avalon Organic Gardens & EcoVillage located in southern Arizona. She shares her visions and teachings through the concepts of Divine Administration to reveal a global outlook toward a future of world peace and harmony as one planetary family. A life-long educator, her personal ideals and pursuits are to bring the teachings of both the Fifth Epochal Revelation (The URANTIA Book) and Continuing Fifth Epochal Revelation (The Cosmic Family volumes) into the classroom and into mainstream consciousness.