Dear World,
There are so many things I would like to explain to you, so many wonders,
so many incredible and exciting things. They are all one thing really, one
truth, that is so simple, but needs so much traveling to get to before
anyone who has forgotten it can understand it fully.
Firstly, no matter what you believe, there is one
thing that unites all peoples, and that is this: the filling and beautiful
feeling, the existence of love in each persons heart. It is there in
everyone, everything, every person and object and idea and feeling. It is
the basis of everything. It is the base substance, out of which everything
else exists.
If it is not love, it is not there, it is an illusion of the ego, the
mind.
This is the great truth, the wonder of life.
Secondly, how you experience reality, that
intricate and subtle thing you call real, is your personal creation. You
have made it of your love, it is yours wholly and fully, and will always
be yours. So, in effect, you are existing inside yourself, or what you
think of as your mind. In this way, everything is a reflection of an
aspect of yourself, and you recognize it as this also. This means that
there is no polarity, no right or wrong, only is, and it is you. Do not
judge what it, do not label it, this creates separation.
In that everything is you, so you are everything.
This is a part of what is meant by 'all is one'.
Everyone else is a part of you, and so you are a
part of everyone else. The meaning of love is the recognition that that
person is another facet of yourself, and you are a reflection of a part of
them. In this way, love can be learnt of all things, and non-things. Fear
is the separation of these parts, and the un-acceptance 'that' that is a
part of what you think of as yourself. But to join these parts, painful as
it may seem, is easy and fulfilling.
To fully love something you do not like or
understand, that is to make it a part of yourself again, to un-break
yourself. So reach out, be that thing, find it's reflection in your heart,
resonate with it and love it, accept it for being there. And you will be
whole again.
This is the great secret that is no secret, it is
so simple, so real, you can do it today, right now. Accept it, do not
fight it. Love truly is all that is, and you are love.
Love From Lindsay
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I AM
I am an incredible, joyous, wondrous & beautiful creation.
An intriguing, fantastical, mystical, breathtaking & awesome fantasy.
An explosive, powerful, frightening, intimidating creator.
An intelligent, creative, talented & brilliant person.
A bold, inquisitive, cheeky, infuriating child.
A wise, calculating, patient & slow seer.
A soft, sensual, enveloping & warm lover.
An ugly, lonely, abandoned & mistreated victim.
A cruel, uncaring, proud & selfish victor.
A shining, bright, white light.
A strong gust of wind, a star in the night sky, a night sky.
A leaf, a tree, a ground, an air.
A droplet of water, a wave, a river, a beach.
A mirror, a house, a road, a car.
A thought, a feeling, a touch.
A vision, a dream, an illusion.
A word, a sentence, a paragraph, a novel.
An image, a film, a painting in oils.
A worm, an antelope, a dolphin, an eagle.
A hill, a valley, a mountain, a plain.
An earth, a sun, a Saturn, a milky way.
A song, a poem, a voice uplifted.
An eye, a nose, a mouth, an ear.
A hand, a foot, a body, a mind, a soul.
A me, a you, a them, an us.
I am
Love From Lindsay
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 I would
like to tell you about a dream I had last night.
All my friends and lots of other people I don't
know were in a big field, having a party. Then I could see the whole
world, as if from space, and at each pole was a huge white light, with
lines going from each pole, round the earth. Then I was back in the field
again, and me and my friends were getting ready for something, and we were
finding seats in the trees above the river. Then, we looked at the lights
to either side of us, and they were getting bigger and closer.
The white light was moving, and enveloping the
world as it moved, transforming everything to light. When it came into
contact with people, all their sadness and confusion disappeared, like it
dissolved, and they were pure light beings again.
It felt like I was being told that this was
happening, and I would not have to wait very long.
It was a good dream.
Love Lindsay
I AM AN INDIGO CHILD
By Rachael
I am an indigo child. I never fit in in school, in
society, in cliques or groups. I never had a label to call my own. I was a
square peg, and they shoved me into a round hole. I had no choice.
I cannot blame them. They wanted the best
for me. I cannot say that for all of them, but most of them wanted the
best for me. They wanted me to go to school and have a good education.
They wanted me to be mature and grow. But if you shove a square peg to
much, it eventually breaks and tries to fit the mold like everything else.
I was diagnosed with ADD. I wanted to be.
Everyone else would turn their work in school and I was the different one,
so I wanted to be like them: can you blame me? As a child when everyone
else is on the same page you wonder what the hell is wrong with you. If it
was ADD then why not take the pill if they can make you better.
I was always bored. I still am bored. So
horribly with school, that I considered flunking out. I passed the IQ
test. I passed the Mensa test and here I am considering flunking out of
high school. I can jump through all their little hoops. I can do all of
their little tests, but perhaps I see no real value in it. It makes the
soul weary, my friend. And I wonder why I ever bothered at all.
Sometimes I wonder if it is too late for
me. I am 18 years old. What is it that I can change now, I ask. I cannot
go to Harvard - the smart people's school - when I have nearly flunked out
of high school. How can a D-grade student study with college professors
without being laughed at? If you could only see through these eyes you
would know that each and every day it makes me tired, friend... and I
don't know whether I should have just given in and conformed, or if it is
still too late to be me.
Much love,
Rachael
Rachael lives in Everett, Washington and
can be reached at tankgirl131@aol.com
I read your story Rachael and
had to send you an e-mail. I am a 50 year old lady with 3 kids. One of my
daughters had anorexia when she was 14 years old. Her name is Eve. She was
and still is a square peg as you call yourself and never fit in. She to is
very smart, creative and a beautiful young woman. I wrote a story about my
daughter going through Anorexia and the story was published in a book that
is just released called "Conscious women conscious lives 2" It is like a
chicken soup for the soul type book. One of the other ladies who had her
story in the book is a hypnotist and I was telling her the story of my
children. My younger daughter Emma is a very strong even at the age of 14
and the lady who is the hypnotist told me that my children are all indigo
kids. I had never heard the term before and looked it up on the internet.
The reason I felt so compelled to send you an e-mail is my daughter Eve's
e-mail address is tank_girl13@hotmail.com The hair on my neck kind of
stood up when I saw your e-mail address. Tankgirl is my daughters favorite
movie and that has been her e-mail address since she was 13 years old. She
is now 20.
All the best my dear and some day you will realize that being unique is
good, it takes time and you will fine your space.
-- Christine Switzer
To Rachael and others,
The "things" in THIS world that can be "touched and felt" will last but a
short time, the "things" that are NOT, will last forever.....
Go easy on yourself Rach. we have MUCH to learn, and TEACH. You will have
to
find a balance, and acceptance of these thoughts, visions, etc. that are
going
on in your mind. Yes its true, to MOST of society these "things" will seem
abnormal, but to you and I, its a reality. So learn to accept YOU for YOU,
and
THEN you will BLOSSOM !!!!
Jeff Gregorek
Love Found Lost
What was lost is lost but we will find it again;
The will to live, the will to begin;
We will start not from scratch, but from what is within;
And use our shining light, it will never dim.
We will prove by our existence;
We will never give up the fight;
And triumph after triumph, we won't forget what is right.
We will be creatures of the Earth;
And friends of the Moon;
We will ally with the stars;
Of which all will happen soon.
This time around as to not forget our past;
We won't be overzealous, or move to fast;
We won't deny our freedom, or hide from ourselves;
Because this time around, we are who tells.
We will tell our future, but we won't change the past;
We will decide what is present, and all that is vast.
The love of life is what we will eat;
As our mind will come second, to the heart that beats.
- Khent Teague Chapman [Rafiki]
Soul
As I sit here in the dark
and wonder of my primal sense, what modality will take me there?
I've shaved my hair
I've chanted in the car when no one's there,
I've even gone so far as to meditate on a single candle flame
trying to tap in to the depth of me
where all is one and I'm still me,
and the cry of the wolf,
the flight of an eagle
the grace of carnage with vultures' wisdom
the chant of a heartbeat in Native animal skin fleshed drums
and the bark of a tree
giving hollowed resonance
and life,
even after what some call death.
A primal sense is there.
Where is it in me?
Why am I afraid of such magnificent beauty
that I run from it or only grasp the nearest hint of
My Primal Life?
Right now,
"I tell you me,
I will never give up on my longing for thee
as long as you call to me."
Written by Christy Fair
Self
As I watch the clouds of the earth roll in,
I feel the power, the energy,
the change that is coming.
It puffs up in ebbs and flows
Showing its strength with frightening colors, dark and foreboding.
But behind that darkness, that fear,
I see light on the horizon.
A pure light, unhindered by the clouds and darkness.
Our future is out there, beyond the haze of yesterday.
We are here because we are meant to be here.
If we weren't, we would have been gone long ago.
All we have to do is look forward and not fret over old things.
But we must move,
For if we stand still,
The clouds will remain,
and the darkness can not leave.
-- Author Unknown
Thinking about reality and labels and
things....
The reality that you live is nothing more than an
audio-visual demonstration of where your attention lies. The Universe is
wonderful to us. It presumes that whatever your attention is on is what
you want. Then, it graciously and abundantly provides you with it. When
you come to understand this basic principle or dynamic, you would
understand why the declaration of "A War on Drugs" only served to create
more drugs since everybody's attention was focused on drugs. Of course,
this same dynamic applies to increasing everything you THINK you oppose
because you spend so much time and energy opposing it. You see, you are
the Creator of your own reality. And when you put your attention on denial
instead of affirmation, you are shocked when the Universe serves you up
with a bundle of something you thought you DIDN'T want. Just some
thoughts.
Love & Light
MarPluto
If only you knew me.
IF only you knew me you would see.
I am not at all what I appear to be.
You judge me so cruelly in your cold world of hate.
Judge me without knowing my true fate.
Judge me by appearance, by the way I talk.
By the way I act, or by the way I walk.
If only you knew me Knew me deep down inside.
Then you would see the true person that hides.
Hiding from the cold world that you know, and love.
A world that is so corrupt with more anger and less love.
If only you knew me then you would would soon see.
See a best friend way deep down inside of me.
A friend you need through good times and bad.
A friend to be near when your happy, and sad.
Our spirits should soar happy, and free.
We are all gods unique creation.
If only you knew me.
-- Author Unknown
I always had a light inside. I always knew I was different. When I was
a kid, I would have given anything to be like the others. To be
anonymous. To disappear. So I just pretended I was just like them. It
worked for a while, though they found me weird. But I knew none of
them knew who I was.. I wanted them to know who I was, but I was
afraid of how they would react. So I didn't do anything. Until I
burst, last year. I just couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't hide
one more day, one more second. But I didn't want them to reject me. So
I tried to kill myself. Luckily I failed, and they put me in a psych
hospital. they didn't find what was wrong with me and after 2 useless
months they let me out. Well, they kicked me out. Once I was free, I
quit school and decided to be myself. I can't say exactly what did
really change, cause actually I don't know it. I just wasn't faking
anymore, and all my friends ran away. Those who stayed said I was
changing in such a bad way, that I was being all weird, that they
liked the old me better. I bared their "why can't you be yourself, the
one we know and love" for about 6 months, but since I didn't go to
high school anymore it wasn't too hard. I just stayed by myself. I
graduated, went to college and that's when it all started again. So I
quit college one month ago.
A few days ago, my aunt told me I am an indigo. I
knew about indigos for a while, and I suspected I was one, but I
wasn't so sure. But my aunts really feels that kind of thing. And now
I feel so much better. I want to do great things, I want to use what
I've been given. I want to help people, above all help them to open
their eyes. And I don't care anymore about what people say. I know
there IS something. If they want to see it, they'll see it. If they
don't want to, I cant force them to look.
One day the light will be everywhere. I know I
have this light inside. Just let me be, let us be, and our lights will
shine all over the world.
I suppose that's not the kind of message you were
expecting. If you were expecting something. I just wanted to put it
into words, and know that somebody who actually cares will read it.
Thank you.
Amandine (18, France)
Concrete and Metal
Concrete heart, Metal soul, don't u know, don't u know?
That our world is turning cold...
Clueless man, plastic girl, don't you know, don't you know?
That your games are getting old...
Why do we feel, incomplete?
Why do ends never meet?
Why is summer hotter, and the winters colder?
What happened to all the trees?
And the flowers, birds and bees?
Don't you know, don't you know?
That as we cut down more from the forest,
The birds will no longer sing us a chorus...
Don't you know, don't you know?
Every time we build a high rise,
Dust fill our lungs and blind our eyes...
Don't you know, don't you know?
That we created our concrete hearts and metal souls.
-by Elizabeth Wei
Why can't you all see??
I feel like I'm the only person left on this planet with eyes.
How can you not see that every thing on this planet is a life?
A life just like yours...
How can you not see that no matter whom that bomb is dropped on, some
one will die?
How can you not see that for every death there is people that grieve
with such depth their life could never be the same again?
How can you look in the eyes of a fellow human being and not see love?
How can you not realize that every being feels love as deeply as you
do?
How can you not feel sad when you see someone in pain?
How can you possibly not see all the wonder that I see?
How can you possibly be on the same earth as me and be so different?
Why can't anybody else see how blissfully simply it is that we are who
we are, we will be what we will be, and we are all of the same earth,
we
are all come into the world the same way, we all feel the same
things...
We all feel fear, we all feel love, so why am I the only one that sees
we are the same?
Love Lizzie
Hi! My name is Christine Brody and I am
31 years old. And I have come to understand more about my Indigo self.
I read a book this past summer that lead me to this site. Upon reading
the poetry, I could see that some of my poems reflected my longing and
searching to connect and find others that were like me. Almost two
years later, I sit here before you, and I can finally say I have found
peace within. And have come to accept and be "honored" to be one of
the first indigos.
I may be called weird, or that I walk to my own beat--- but who cares!
I love who I am, and that I have the courage to speak truth, seek
knowledge, and become most of all someone who tries to always give
UNCONDITIONALLY. Unconditional acceptance, love, patience, friendship,
and I have learned that this comes from realizing this: "who am I to
judge anyone else" ? I am not perfect, I don't know it all. But, the
path that I am on now, is leading me to find peace within. And by
sharing my experiences I teach, not by preaching. I don't know the
fancy words, I just follow my intuition; spread my wings and fly from
conventions. And it seems to work for me.
Normal? Me? NO, Indigo.
I had always marched about telling people I was an indigo. They would
ask what's that? and I could not tell them, I did not know why I would
say it, or I could not explain what an indigo was, I did not know what
an indigo was myself. Unknowingly, and feeling misunderstood, I wrote
this poem two years ago, before discovering that I was an indigo!! It
illustrates the frustration, and emotion that I experienced in my
search to find something, or someone that could explain what I knew.
All of the books I read, it was like confirming things I knew. I
recently have had past life regressions that have lead me to a whole
new level of awareness and ability to find peace within. So, looking
back at this piece, I see it as a benchmarker, for me to gauge how
much I have grown and changed, yet I am essentially the same person I
have always been. I guess I finally gained the ability to accept and
love, and forgive myself and move on.
Here is the poem:
Who am I?
A question that warrants my attention.
Deep longings to become aware.
Awareness beyond this existence.
A collective history, meant to be uncovered.
Glimpses of knowledge, I am aware.
But do I believe?? Expression helps complete me.
A chance to walk in daylight.
If I choose my path with care.
consciousness overwhelming my earthly senses.
Choices become moving sidewalks; zigging, zagging through eternity.
Choices aligned with my belief, my purpose for being. Undenied.
Sacrificing expectations and ideals, becoming the pedestals from which
to fall.
Judgments made with knowing eyes;
unclouded by experience and understanding.
Often feeling lonely,
wanting to be what is expected.
Called normal? that could never be.
Readjustment of myself--hearing the higher call.
Desires for connection, feeling the need to seek,
within myself, with myself, and see the real me.
Acknowledging my gifts and talents;
Knowing I will always succeed.
Growing comes naturally for me, more often than most.
Leaving time and space behind, at light speed.
Urging feelings tell me to move;
and once again I am off.
On a mission to understand my existence.
Seeking out my truth, expressing it through my admissions.
Living to be, and knowing it will lead me through--
through what? where will I go next?
written 3/02
This poem I have written more recently: I am in much better space and
have found a way to express it:::
Just one lifetime is such a menial thing
when you step back and see the whole scheme.
Minutes, days, years pass by without much notice.
Until the awakening- blossom of the lotus.
A moment in time when we make the choice.
To see the whole picture, and utilize our voice.
Choices to move, grow, and evolve.
If we try to go back, doomed to live with a problem we canšt seem to
solve.
Going back creates doubt, grief and shutdown.
The slowdown of a process, oblivion with a frown.
Some adapt and seem to survive,
haunted by karma until the next life.
Should we take the other option? Open the flow?
If taken, life will be filled with opportunities to grow.
Some of us attend with more intensity;
seeking to see the Universe with clarity.
Regardless of how or when or how fast,
we all will eventually learn from our past- learning that will last.
Creating the evolution of our being;
beyond this lifetime, wešre finally seeing.
This knowledge that survives mortality.
Beyond the body and mind, into spirituality.
History coveted by our very soul;
retention of this history, the ultimate goal.
Future trips beyond the awakening;
easier to unfold-less effort for the re-opening.
Giving us sight at a much younger age,
Allowing us less strife, frustration and rage.
For there is peace, calming and residing within;
somehow knowing that therešs a prize at the end.
Appreciating our limited time- getting into gear.
Now moving faster through earthly sin and fear.
Sharing the knowledge that we all have a purpose-
much more to do, below the surface.
Giving and receiving- making the circle complete,
Helping ourselves, fighting self defeat.
Time ticks on, we are almost done,
Realization that our earthly existence is under the gun.
A couple of trips before the migration;
Division for sensory life and life beyond illusion.
This time my bags are packed, I am ready to go.
Paying my last bit of debt, and a few lessons to know.
Saying goodbye to those I have known through my eternal years.
Ready to travel, but before we go, stop , reflect, and feel the
excitement as our time for departure, nears.
written 2/16/03
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