Before organized crime looking thugs swarmed my house and let me know that I wasn’t safe away from the arms that I can only legally keep at my home, I used to drive around in rainbow vehicles and I used to give rainbow art away on the streets.
People would come up to me and tell me that the rainbow was a message of hope. That they saw God in rainbows. Repeatedly, people told me that rainbows spoke to them in various ways of loved ones who have departed this realm.
People of all races and financial brackets told me they were happy to see these rainbows. Rainbows are a message from God to hold on. We can find help through alignment with all that’s right.