Hello,
I have recently come across many different signs that the universe is
sending me and they are all leading to the way of the Indigos. I've known
I was different my whole life. Even at a young age, my Grandmother told me
so. She told me that I would experience things, see things, and know
things that I might not understand and that I might not want to know even.
She told me to confide in her on all of my thoughts, visions, feelings,
and dreams. She was all I had for a long time.
My parents didn't understand me. They grounded me from my gifts basically.
I loved to read and write and they took that away from me. I had many
other traumatizing events happen to me when I was younger that caused a
lot of my abilities to go away (or become hidden, rather.) I would ignore
intuitions and feelings. I would curse the dreams I had that came true. I
wouldn't sleep at night because I heard voices. I thought I was truly out
of my mind and I blamed my parents and everyone else who hurt me.. Now I
know different.
Amazingly, the past WEEK has been a huge awakening time for me. I started
to research ways to embrace the creativity that I had been pushing back. I
started seeing my therapist again and I heard mentioning of Indigo
Children at a social gathering recently. A friend of mine said, "You
should check this out. It sounds like you."
I was reluctant at first but once I started to delve into it, I came to
realize that this was indeed where I belonged. I DID belong on this
planet, contrary to my belief that I had no place in this world, and I had
a purpose.
Another amazing thing to me that I didn't know before, was the correlation
of the Mayan calendar with Indigos. I have always had an inner connection
with the number 28. I had dreams involving it, voices whispering it,
visions surrounding that number that I was growing to hate. I often
thought that I would die at that age when I was younger. Then I come
across a website with an article by Carl Johan Calleman. In it, he talks
about humanity's path towards Enlightenment and the new era coming about
in the year 2012. For some reason, when I read that I got that familiar
"28 feeling" again. I did the math and realized that I would be turning 29
that year so I tried to put it out of my mind but it would not go away.
Then I come across another article by the same man in which he states that
the belief that the new era will come on December 21 or 22 of 2012 is
wrong and that the actual date will be October 28, 2011. I repeated it in
my head a million times and it just seemed to jump
out of the screen at me. Could this possibly be the significance of the 28
that I have been seeing and feeling for my entire life? I will be turning
28 in 2011 and the date they speculate is the 28th day of October.
Now I am not afraid of this. I went to sleep with peaceful dreams of light
and bliss and I awoke for the first time in months actually WANTING to. I
feel that the blocks of pain that I have been experiencing, including my
depression, will no longer be a problem for me. I feel that what I am
supposed to be doing in life is leading others towards this new era of
consciousness. We all have access to it and it's right in front of us, we
just choose not to listen. My entire life I have been all about human
connections and now is the time for me to connect in full force. I feel
that the road ahead may be a tough one most likely full of friends and
family members who don't understand trying to put me down or even hold me
back. But I will not let them. I now know that there are many like me and
that I am not alone in this world. I never was. I would like to thank the
previous Indigos that knew themselves enough to come forward and actually
be themselves and weren't afraid of doing
it. I know that I have all the support I could ever hope for in you and I
will continue to visit these websites for guidance. In closing, I would
like to share a poem that I wrote a long time ago that didn't make much
sense until now:
To Look is to See Somehow it seems,
When I do look,
I often do not see
The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,
All that is right in front of me
And soon it seems I look to love
And her star struck eyes
gaze into mine.
But I do not see that look of love
that truly is divine.
So whether my eyes are open,
Or they are tightly closed in sleep
I long to see that which I look at
That which pangs me deep.
So eyes of mine help me to see
and not just look as an act of choice.
For once I see what's inside of me,
only then can I find my inner voice.
The love I am speaking of in the poem is the love that is inside of me. I
find it so beautiful that I wrote that and came across it out of the blue
and it's holding so much meaning for me now. Again, thank you all. Know
that you are loved .
Jennifer Neal
Please feel free to contact me at
doublenjenn7@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions or guidance that
will help me.
WHY?
When the true value of our consciousness is unlimited beyond the known
infinity, how can we be expected to realize this falseness known as modern
society, and cooperate with such ludicrous designs?
The exponential growth rate of ignorance on planet Earth has led
man-kind down a path of de-evolution and eventually will lead to the
physical
demise of most of our species. It seems as though ignorance and technology
spread
at virtually the same rate, while knowledge of the greater good travels at
a
crawling pace all its own. Man-kind wields the powers of technology
without
earning and recognizing the responsibilities of such powerful tools. Earth
continues to be raped on a daily basis while man-kind’s justification for
this
is only a candy coating whose center is only made of laziness and greed.
These
daily atrocities are only superseded by each following day. As more
positions of power are acquired by those who live solely on their own
superficial
desires, the spread of true knowledge is pushed back to a point where most
are
blind to the existence of the most important questions.
If the world as we know it ends by a direct misuse of our vast
technology or happens to end by an indirect effect of man’s causing, it
doesn’t
matter because the most concrete fact is that humanity will lead to its
own
destruction. Why can’t humanity see that their desire to want should not
supersede the need for a peaceful existence? The use of free will in such
a selfish
manner will earn most of humanity a direct trip into nothingness.
Its not that I have the power to see the future, but the fact that I
feel this growing tragedy’s conclusion drawing nearer with every fiber of
my
being. As long as humanity is blind to the fact that they should just be
happy
to exist, the farther they will travel down the path of nothingness. So
what
is to be done to prevent this horrible tragedy? Unfortunately, there may
be
nothing left to do but sit back and observe the exponential rate of
selfishness humanity is perpetuating. I can honestly assure you that if I
could help
prevent this course of events, I would devote my entire being into opening
man-kind’s eyes. Instead, I continue to ponder why vast reach and
potential are
humanities greatest assets, yet ignorance is the most prevalent part of
society.
-THE WHITE WOLF-
SpikeSpeigal@hotmail.com
Serenity: And my reply
is....
All is not as it seems, Sweet Angel. On one side of the illusion we all
see what we assume is the obvious destruction of the earth,
absolutely caused by "sleeping" man. On the other side of the illusion we
know that there are larger (divine) forces working in the
background with us to create the world, that so many millions of
"awakened" individuals, are manifesting. We can add our energy to creating
this world of love and light through our thoughts, feelings and actions or
we can add to the destruction of the world through or thoughts, feelings,
and actions. The choice is ours. :) Do you see where this is going? This
is why the Indigos are even here. We were successfully manifested. The
millions of people that envisioned and prophesied the changes to come have
paved the way for the shift in energy that allowed all of you to be here
for the exciting part of the game. ;) You chose to come many millennia
ago. To be here at this exact time in history to change what has to be
changed in order for our new world to come to be. This new world is
actually a rise in vibrational energy that "puts" us in another dimension.
A fourth/fifth dimension where there is peace on earth and the only
law is that of the Universe. Because we are all one, and we all know it,
we also know that when we harm one spirit, we harm ourselves as well.
Having this truth as the basis of belief for the "population" will make it
effortless to maintain this new world.
The only thing that causes anyone to act in a way that is not from love,
is the belief system they have. Everything is all in the way things are
perceived by an individual. The stories from our earthly history have
formed a basis of belief. This belief system was perpetuated and changed
time and again to suit the purpose of the current rein of power at
distinct times throughout history by those whose knowledge was valued by
the masses. It is documented many times over that the church
dictated the beliefs of the masses and that members of power ordered the
translators of the Bible to add, remove and change things in the bible so
that people would always and only look to the church for guidance,
forgiveness, and to define who we are to ourselves and the world. The
changed scripture would also define God as one that is reminiscent of man.
That God would punish when upset, like man, that God would not bring
abundance and blessings to you if you did not act and believe in a certain
way, like man. If these ideas and many like them are the basis of the
masses' belief system, it is easy to see why the world is in the shape
it's in today. It is a belief that we are all separate, that some have
more power and more knowledge than others and thereby are put into control
of the way life on earth proceeds. Or, maybe not! That is what we are here
to do! To take the reins from the powers that be and "awaken" all to the
truth that we are all ONE with our Creator and have the same creative
abilities as the Creator possesses. We are here to allow God/All That Is,
to experience itself in the third dimension called Earth.
We are here to be of
Service. (period)
-THE WHITE WOLF-
(Again)
I didn't think you'd post that...
A lot of people hear what I say sometimes and either reject what
truths I speak or totally deny there existence. I very rarely speak on
such
things anymore, and it has truly started to become cumbersome to even
speak
on what I see.
That day I wrote you was a very weird one indeed. I saw a dog get hit
by a commercial truck and the driver didn't even so much as touch the
brakes. I stopped to see what I could do and although the poor dog
(eventually I got in touch with the owner of the dog and his name was
actually "Chance") was done, I pulled him out of the street and tracked
down
the owner through his tags. The funny thing was the owner really didn't
give
a damn and didn't really care about coming to get her dog. I guess what
I'm
trying to get at is that I always knew there were people like that in the
world, but I never really get to deal with them personally. Just the
blatant disregard for another living thing bewilders me.
Thusly, I stumbled upon your website while reviewing some old Hopi
Indian prophecies that I usually check on when humanity disappoints me.
I'm
21 years old now and never knew that I had a title that explains why I am
the way I am. I've read that same Hopi website dozens of times and never
read anything about indigo children. Always, I have seen what most are
blind
to, and it greatly comforts me to know that I am not the only one.
You should be very proud of yourself for keeping up that website like
you do. It shows others that they are not alone in their fight for peace
and
love for all living things. You and others like you are becoming the last
refuge for anything peaceful and true in this world
and whatever I can do to
help I will gladly do. Since that
day that I read your site, I have the
peace of mind to understand and use my gifts at a substantially greater
success rate. I always tried to reject my gifts and explain them away for
various reasons but now I'm beginning to get the hang of understanding my
gifts and hopefully one day I will truly be able to put them to good use.
For this, I am eternally grateful to you. Ironically, all this I have
stumbled upon by "Chance."
NAMASTE
I just stumbled upon your website today and
I have to say it has filled me with a sense of hope and faith for the
future.
I watched a movie called Indigo and it was rather interesting. Then my mom
mentioned that she thought I was an Indigo. This intrigued me, and I began
doing my research.
I'm only 16 yet sometimes I feel like I am from a different time and
place. Actually, I feel like that all the time. It's just recently that
I've begun to feel out of place and I suppose I'm trying to find
it...somewhere...
I've always thought of myself as a truth seeker. It is something I've been
doing all my life. And I've always wondered what my purpose is...I feel
like there is something I was born to do and I have to find out what it
is, whatever it is.
My mom says that when I was born my eyes were wide open and that it was at
that moment that she knew I was a special child. As I grew up, I showed
some interesting signs of being...well, different.
I used to see things and could connect with things that many people could
not. I could not understand why though...I thought that everybody could do
the things I could.
I've always felt that there must be some sort of deeper meaning out there,
somewhere, and I guess I've begun my quest to find it. I've always felt
that there had to be at least someone out there that knew what this was
like, and now I know there is. And there isn't just one person...there are
many.
I read all the descriptions about what an Indigo child was, and the
description seemed to fit me. It made everything make sense, at least all
the things I was wondering about. The only thing that I found to be
different is that I actually enjoy school and get good grades, even though
I constantly find myself bored with it.
Then again, I suppose that is just me trying to get away from my broken
home.
I want to find others as myself, and connect, and change the world. I've
always wanted to, and I knew I could somehow...but now I feel it is really
possible. I want to be at one with everything. I want to do so many
things...and I know I can...
I've started on my journey, and I am ready for all that is to come.
And it's such a great feeling...to finally believe...
-Merisenda
Hello Serenity =)
I wrote this story tonight to try and explain to one of my friends
what I was feeling. I believe that it has a lot of truth. I would
really appreciate it if you would post it. I promise that it isn't
plagiarized, it is my original work. Thanks so much =) Thanks also
for your site, I have found it useful and informative in many
different ways =)
Peace, light and love
~Annamarie
DiFfErEnT
December 25th, 2005
I don’t know when or how it happened. I can’t
remember being any different. I suppose one day I just woke up and
realized that it was all pretend. Then again, it’s possible that I
have always been this way.
The first time I really noticed I was different
was in kindergarten. We were having snack and the teacher was
talking to us. “A-P-P-L-E, apple”, she said, “today we are having
apples for snack.” All of the children seated around the table
smiled and nodded, repeating the word after the teacher. “A-P-P-L-E,
apple”, they all droned. I just sat quietly looking at the plate in
front of me. I had watched the teacher’s aid prepare the fruit, had
watched her put it on the tiny paper plates and then place it on the
table for the students. I stared hard at my own plate, listening to
the teacher spelling and the students echoing after her like
parrots.
She must have noticed me sitting quietly looking
at my snack; her voice was edged slightly when she said my name.
“Penelope”, she said, watching me with narrowed eyes, “Why aren’t
you learning with the rest of the class?” I looked from her to the
fruit on the plate in front of me, “I’m not repeating with the class
because I think you are wrong”, I said more to my snack than to the
teacher. “What was that”, she asked, the edge in her voice
sharpening, “I don’t think I heard you correctly.” I lifted my head
and looked her in the eye before I spoke. “I said, ‘I’m not
repeating with the class because I think you are wrong.”, I said to
her. The room got quiet as the students looked from me to the
teacher, not sure what to do or say. “Why is it that you think I’m
wrong”, she hissed at me, her eyes now mere slits in her face. I
looked around at my classmates, I’m not sure now if I was looking
for support or just trying to think of a way out. Finally I steeled
my nerves. Looking back to the teacher and sitting up as straight as
I could I said, “I think you are wrong because you are telling us
that we are eating apples, and these aren’t apples at all. They are
oranges.”
A long minute passed as the teacher glared at me
with her cold blue eyes before she spoke again. “How do you know
they are oranges”, she asked. I didn’t have a good answer for her
question. I didn’t know how I knew that they were oranges and not
apples, I just knew. Everything inside me was screaming that she was
wrong and that they were oranges and not apples. “I.. erm.. I just
know that they are oranges…”, I replied. “Well how do you know? Did
your parents tell you? A friend? An aunt? A cousin? How is it that
you ‘know’ I am wrong and that these are oranges?” Her voice stung
and I eased back a little, as though physical distance would offer
me protection from the anger in her eyes and tone. “No”, I said, “No
one told me they are oranges. I just know that they are oranges.
They look like Oranges and smell like Oranges.” I picked up a piece
of fruit and put it into my mouth. “They even taste like Oranges”, I
said as I looked straight at her, not wanting to back down.
Seconds drug by like years as she looked at the
other students around the table and then back at me. She finally
drew in a deep breath and spoke. “Class, today Penelope has shown
that she would rather be a bad little girl and cause trouble than be
a good child like the rest of you. From this minute on we are going
to play pretend. In this pretend game none of us can see or hear
her……” My mouth gaped open as she spoke, I couldn’t believe what I
was hearing! She couldn’t just pretend I had disappeared, I’m a
person! “….If anyone is caught NOT pretending that Penelope is
invisible then they will be punished. Do you all understand”, she
asked looking me in the eye. “Yes, Ms. Cooper”, the children echoed
in unison. A small grin turned up one of the corners of her mouth as
she listened to their trained answer. I couldn’t move, couldn’t
speak. I was in shock. No one had the power to just make a person
disappear, it wasn’t possible. I spent the rest of the day thinking
that it would all be back to normal by the end of the week, but it
wasn’t.
The next day when I got to school no one would
play with me. My chair was missing from the snack table. When the
teacher divided the class into groups for art time I was left out,
forced to take what supplies I could and color on the floor. It
continued like that for the rest of the week, and then all of the
next week. She didn’t call my name during attendance anymore,
wouldn’t call on me if I raised my hand. I broke a window one day
with rocks I had found in the playground but no one said anything.
When I got home that day the teacher had called my parents and told
them I was acting out in class and about the window. When I tried to
tell them about what she was doing to me, about how I was the
invisible outcast, they didn’t believe me. My treatment at school
went on for months and months. No matter my behavior I was
invisible, but if I was bad then I would be punished at home, so it
became easier to just be good at school. I wasn’t sure how much
longer I could go on, living inside my head, I began to wonder if I
really was just a ghost. Perhaps a product of someone’s imagination.
Then one day during outside playtime I fell off the jungle gym and
hit a rock, splitting the skin on my knee. I cried softly to myself
as the blood trickled from my wound. I glanced around to see if
anyone had noticed, if anyone cared that I was in pain. That is when
I saw one of the other children looking at me. It was only a quick
glance, I wasn’t sure at first I had seen it.
On our way back into the classroom I tried to
catch up to the little girl I had seen looking at me. I yelled her
name but she just kept walking. The teacher was standing in the hall
as I got closer to the classroom and I noticed that she was looking
at me. Not just looking in my direction, but really looking at me
and my heart lightened. Maybe she had decided to let me exist again!
I walked toward her with guarded hope and stopped in front of her.
She eyes moved down to my oozing knee and then locked on my eyes. I
failed to hide the expectation in them as I gazed up at her. Then,
in a voice lower than a whisper, she took my hope and destroyed it
completely. A cruel, half-grin half-snarl curled the corners of her
mouth as she said, “You should have just played along with the rest
of them”.
~Annamarie
I would like to start by giving
thanks to you for this website. It has become a bit of a safe haven
for me, a place where I can go to center myself, remember who I am
and why life truly is good.
Well, I just turned 18, and that is right around the time I found
this site. I would say I've been doing my searching for just over a
year, and ... oh how life has changed. I actually heard about
indigo's through an amazing series of books called Conversations
with God by Neale Donald Walcshe (which I encourage everyone to
read) and one day the memory of it came to me ... the word "Indigo
children" flashed on the screen of my mind and I got the sudden urge
to know about it so, naturally, I googled it. I found lots of sites
and this one is my favorite. I suppose I do fit the bill of an
indigo pretty well.
I was never very accepted when I was in grade school and really in
junior high. As I've gone through high school I've found acceptance
(for the most part)
although its usually only through showing certain sides of myself to
people so as not to scare them. I'm your typical slacker, not
because I'm dumb, just because I see the irrelevance of it. ...its a
sad day when you realize the ignorance and incompetence in most of
your teachers, its hard to see much of it as too important after
that. so, I do just enough to get by and go to college.
I feel as though I'm moving swiftly to my clarity, my truth but, I
just have some more things left to live first. I'm learning to enjoy
life, myself, and God. I still deal with depression and have trouble
accepting myself but, the difference now is that I realize that
there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, I have only to see
it. I think I find high school and life in general difficult
sometimes because most people simply think differently than me. I am
always seeking to understand others, to feel compassion for everyone
so that I may spread love while teaching myself understanding in the
world of the relative. I've been told I have a heart that could
break for anyone, and it often does. that was difficult at first
before I understood it. It was difficult to see why someone would
ENJOY the drama of a fight, or find happiness in bringing others
down. I found it difficult to understand love that was conditional
because, I instinctively love everyone without limit, without
condition. but daily, I feel things quickly coming together, lights
coming on about things I always knew or did but never consciously
realized.
So, my point to this lengthy letter? To remind everyone that it does
get easier, it does get better, as soon as you find the light. when
things are difficult, find the lesson, that's why you put yourself
where you are isn't it? to learn or remember the lesson. remember
that you will continue to do things until they no longer serve you,
so when you find yourself unsure of why you would put yourself in
such a sad, depressing, difficult, etc., position, realize that you
are yet to see the point (the quicker we see the value of something,
the quicker we can be done with it and remove it from our current
situation). Remember everyone, that God (or whatever name/face you
choose to put on the divine being) loves you, always, always. That I
love you though I may not have met you in this reality. You are not
alone, we will stand together to be both teachers and students to
each other. we will grow and evolve together and help to bring an
end to ignorance and indifference. I hope this helps someone in some
way, as these other letters and writings have helped and inspired
me.
may peace be with all of you.
- Becky
HI my name is Katie and I am an
Indigo I have told every few people but I
feel very good things about our site please e mail me back I need to
tell
someone about the things I can do because I am here to tell.
this is just a little thing that
sums it up...
If seeing is knowing we all no nothing because what we know lies
inside we
are all together we are all here we all need to speak listen to your
dreams and
thoughts they will find you. just no not see
-- Katie
I don't know, if I'm
an indigo child. And ultimately it doesn¹t matter how I call
myself.
I will be 30 years old next week. The first 23 years of my life was
just a numbed dream. All I remember is being different, being alone,
outside. Trying desperately to fit in, to be like others and never
quite succeeding. Always playing, always pretending. Having
imaginary self and imaginary life, that I never quite bought into.
There was no sensitivity, no dreams, no emotions, I was dead, shut
up. I didn¹t know who I was, I only knew who I wasn¹t. Until I read
in a book that everything is one. I remembered then, I had a sense
of who I was, of what was real, beyond the dreamy existence.
And I was looking for it, I meditated, I came to America (from
Poland), I worked with teachers, I found myself, more and more, and
then lost again, for a while.
I am 30 now, living in a little town in California, having my life
the way I want it, following my believes, doing things my way,
believing in what I believe. I have a teacher, also, a wise man who
understands and who teaches me to be who I am, be fully and
completely, and more. It is a great comfort.
I don't pretend anymore (not much, at least) and I am happy. The
feeling of loneliness is gone now, but still there is the gap
between me and others.
With the exception of very few friends, always at least 25 years
older that me. I can¹t relate to people, we don't meet on the same
level, we just don¹t understand each other or they don¹t
understand me.
And as I was surfing internet last night looking for more about
indigo children a wild hope was born that I¹m not alone here, that
there are people out there who see what I see and with whom I can
talk.
This is why I write, and to tell you that you knowing who you are is
wonderful and precious. And even though it¹s so hard when you are
young you can be yourself, in the end. You can build your world
according to your rules. You will grow strong and change the world
that¹s oppressing you now.
Please, please don¹t give up!
And please contact me.
With all the love,
Patrycja
patrycja@artfacedesign.com
I felt as though
my intuition had suppressed that of the adults around
me. It was becoming rather frustrating for me. I knew an appreciated
each
individual for the wisdom that had to offer our earth, but the way I
used my
own intellect became increasingly hard to control. I loved to think,
to
explore the different planes of existence with my mind. I thought all
of the
time. It was impossible to stop thinking. However, there was something
within me, within my soul that hurt to think about.
In my soul there was a strange emotion, as if I was doing something
wrong. The more I tried to hide the feeling, the stronger it became. I
felt
as though I was meant to make a change in the world. I had incredible
gifts
to bring to the world that I thought might change the human way of
living.
No matter how hard I tried to erase the feeling, it would not leave me
be.
It was as though it was telling me that I was meant to give something
wonderful to our earth, something that simply could not be ignored. If
I
continued to suppress the emotion, I felt as though I would explode.
It was gradually becoming more and more difficult to live a normal
life.
Very few things would satisfy me. School had lost its importance to
me. The
things we studied in school were useless to me in my search for my
true
purpose of existing. Sometimes, it was as though the world was simply
not
made for me. In the amounts of time when I had sought the problem that
was
causing my soul to be so restless, I had grown impatient and even
aggressive. I was too young to be fretting over the reason behind my
existence, but it is simply too hard to forget.
Over the years of worrying about the meaning of my life, I have met
three close friends who share the same mind as I do. We all worry over
our
purpose in life and we all are impatient with modern society. We are
sensitive to emotion and long to be free from this world. We were
difficult
to understand as children and hardly ever sleep. We have trouble
focusing on
the subjects we are forced to study in school and, most importantly,
we feel
distant from the people whom we know and love simply because they seem
to
have trouble comprehending what we feel. We hear something calling our
names, calling us to fulfill our destinies. Together, we have studied
Wicca,
practiced Reiki, spoke to spirit guides, explored the unknown in
science and
have accomplished many other things. I suppose it is now clear to me
as of
who we are and why we have such strange emotions. We are indigo
children, we
have come to change the earth. We bring love, kindness, and clarity.
We are
your friends.
-- Caroline
Indigo
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