By Peggy River Singer
The Mackinaw Bridge opened on November 1, 1957; and my parents couldn't wait to try it out for another camping trip Up North! I was only four years old, but I remember the excitement of that first crossing vividly, the glorious beauty of a sunny day, and the song of the car's tires on the roadbed. I've taken that bridge many times since then, and it never fails to work its magic. July is the perfect month to connect with this Michigan icon!
Bridge: Well, here we are at last! I perceive in you a very long thread of connection, it is most pleasing.
Peggy: Thank you, what a pleasure to be able to speak to you! How shall I address you?
Bridge: "Bridge" will be fine, thank you.
Peggy: It takes many years of planning, and more years of construction, to create a bridge of your size. At what point did you, as a Deva, come onto the scene?
Bridge: Excellent question. My awareness took shape during the planning stages, as I wished to be involved from the beginning, you see. Creator thought that would be the most beneficial approach, since my physical structure is expected to last for a very long time. You may visualize it as me looking over the shoulders of those working on the design and details. As the project moved along toward completion and became more "real", so did I develop the abilities to care for it; so the physical structure and I are very nearly the same thing. I do retain a separate level of awareness that allows me to function in, and connect with, the "real world"; and of course my connection with Creator remains pure.
Peggy: Did you play any part in the selections of materials, the hiring of personnel, or other details?
Bridge: I did influence the selection of the designers, Creator allowed me this. At other times I have "nudged" a few decisions here and there. Other than that, I am not routinely involved in such.
Peggy: I've seen videos of people climbing the towers and cables for maintenance, especially painting. Do you offer them any protection as they do their work?
Bridge: I shall say, I am expected by Creator to avoid interfering with individual life path decisions.
Peggy: Are you able, or willing, to call attention to dangerous developments such as cracks or steel failures?
Bridge: I shall repeat my previous comment.
Peggy: I understand. Do you control or influence the land under the ends of the bridge, and the approaches to the bridge?
Bridge: I have a cooperative arrangement with those who specialize in those areas.
Peggy: The towers extend more than 200 feet below the bridge and are rooted in bedrock. Will you speak about your relationship with the bones of the earth which allow the bridge to be stable and safe?
Bridge: This is a question I have been waiting a long time to answer. Another wishes to speak.
Another voice: Here am I, the rocks of whom you speak. Thank you for granting me this means of expression. Thank you for extending proper respect to my role. I agreed to allow the drilling and construction involving massive changes to my physical forms, at the request of Creator. My role in the success of the bridge is not apparent to those who see only the above-level structures; but some do think about the "big picture" as you say, and it pleases me to entertain their interest.
Peggy: I'm so glad you have spoken up! Our part of the country does experience earth movements occasionally. Do you allow those to happen, or do you take some action to protect the integrity of the columns and other structures you support?
Rock: I am instructed by Creator to allow the movements as they occur.
Peggy: Is there anything else you'd like to share?
Rock: I am content.
Peggy: Thank you. Bridge, I've never walked across on Labor Day, but I have friends who love to make the trip every year. How do you feel about this tradition?
Bridge: Whoosh! That is how much I look forward to the walking! Only at this time can a large number of humans fully experience my structure, my BEING, and connect with my spirit if they are so inclined. They can feel the rumbling of the vehicles passing, feel how the winds cause me to sway gently; they can look down and see the waters sparkling so far below. Some of them can hear my voice, the singing of the cables as they vibrate in the wind. It is a very special time.
Peggy: That sounds lovely! What else would you like to say to those who will read these words?
Bridge: Find your bridge, that which connects you with something you treasure. The bridge is part of the journey, so honor it equally. I am done.
Peggy River Singer is a Lightworker, animal communicator, medium, faerie ally, Reiki practitioner, and lifelong writer. She combines her gifts to help create harmonious relationships among all who share the Earth. Connect by phone at 734-548-0194; and by email at newbluecanoe@aol.com. Articles about her experiences and insights are posted on her blog, angelsfairiesandlife.wordpress.com.
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