Blue skies are nice and so are blue flowers and blue colored birds. Blue color is calm and serene like waters, which we drink to hydrate and cleanse our bodies and to play in for fun, along with the dolphins. Blue also is drawn as a tear to show sadness. Blue.
My path in this lifetime should have started at my birth filled with the hearty wailing of most babies exposed to the air out from the mother’s womb. Mine was near death due to cyanosis, which is a bluish coloration due to lack of oxygen.
I could have been destined to be an Indigo person in a metaphysical sense. Indigo is a dark blue to purple blue hue by the way. So my suffering started upon birth, awhile in the incubator and continues to this day as a late bloomer struggling to fully realize this life’s purpose.
I didn’t see fairies or monsters that go bump in the night. As a child, I grew up fairly well in an ordinary, military family with all those nice birthday parties and the weekly Sunday mass of a ‘Christian’ upbringing. During elementary schooling, I was part of this Gifted Gate program and I participated in some sort of Amadon testing. I don’t remember doing anything special during classes.
In my teens, I knew what injustice is and how a maid of my paternal grandmother gifted me with hugs, kisses and two wallets for noticing her hard work. “‘Maw,” I asked. “Why is she serving us? I don’t feel comfortable.” I didn’t know that was her job to be bossed around by old granny.
And eventually I grew into this well fed, slightly overweight and spoiled adult still living with her parents. There is nothing wrong with not moving out and on with my life when all the comforts of home is already here. It is the ‘Asian’ way of taken care of each other until one gets married, at least.
So what is this Indigo? I’ve read articles online and tried to figure out if there is anything that could explain why I exist here and now. With all the descriptions mentioned, there is only one thing that makes me unique. I am plain weird.
Basically, why can’t all their experiences by like mine? How are they always different from me? Is everyone else normal; while I’m not? I hardly think these are normal questions for average people like me.
I think my purpose is to re-discover myself each and everyday. I believe in re-incarnation but do not remember my past lives. I’ve had deja-vu events occur. There are dreams where I visit places in vivid color and details. I think I could draw these places and post them later on. I don’t know about astral travel and dreamland is fine with me for the moment.
I had my first heiau experience. This was in summer 1998 at the Mystery Spot in Santa Cruz, CA. I nearly collapsed on bended knees from a dizzy energy buzz while trying to grab hold onto the railing to my right. I was holding up the line behind me because ‘Beer Boozeman’ and I were in front. At least he saw my distress and helped me up. How embarrassing and I was not pregnant either. I have been back there a second time but the energy was not that intense.
I had a near death experience. This was in November 1998 up in Sierra At Tahoe. I nearly snapped my neck from doing a 360 flip as a totally novice snowboarder on the bunny slope. I bumped into a mound and flew into the air. And for some reason I had been gently placed on the snow some ten feet below by an invisible force.
I didn’t feel the motion of flight at all and had my eyes shut the whole time. I swear ‘Squirrelly’ laughed and everyone from the cabin at the base of the bunny sloop waved and smiled at me. I’m not going to do that sport ever again. I will, in the future, enjoy forming snow angels.
Life is already vibrant and full of this blue color. Earth from way up in space looks mostly blue due to the refraction of the Sun’s light rays upon the atmosphere. There are blue animals, plants and minerals. There are colorful people in the artist scene such as clowns and comedians. Autistic children are special and have shared their most beautiful works from behind their unlocked minds through music and art.
Perhaps Indigo people are present to this day to help either alone or with others and to contribute their uniqueness in the world. I do not know about if Indigo people are a well made up scam because there are not that many websites to support this distraction. I’d like to think that human beings have been evolving just the same without the description of blue or violet.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Friday February 24, 2006 – 10:57pm (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dMLYEJo3fqqaTf8Pi2_DBUz8?p=51
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