Archive for February, 2010

by Andrew Gubb

In the 1970s there was a big phad about these “new kids” – indigo children – that were coming along to change the world. Apparently they were going to bring about a spiritual revolution which would bring heaven on earth by 2012.

Most of what you find on the internet about indigos is pretty confused. Most of the people who write about indigos are not indigos. Some of them are decent channelers, and they at least can channel some decent information, but they often make a good few mistakes while they’re about it. Doreen Virtue – we’re looking at you. Other people are neither indigo nor channelers, and their only source is second-hand, third-hand, fourth-hand…. and we have a set of Chinese whispers that cross the world and before you know it, indigos are unspeakably strong or we’re magical superbeings that can walk on water or God knows what.

Indigos are pretty special creatures. But we’re not Jesus. And we’re not every child, either. Let’s debunk some myths.

Writing is Andrew Gubb, indigo, for your enlightenment. 

Myth #1: all children of a certain age are indigos.

I’ve heard this theory that all children born after 1992 are indigo. Actually I’ve just done a search on google and I hear this same rumour for many different dates ranging between 1984 and 2000. Seemingly the indigo revolution is just on the horizon, and will happen as soon as these children are grown up. Also, they are always children.

Nothing could be further from the truth, people. Indigos have existed for thousands and thousands of years. They are simply a stage of spiritual evolution. This world is still on the green level moving on blue, but every so often a few indigos and crystals come along to accelerate things in strategic points. This world is still at a stage where indigos are made to be leaders and are rare, influential people; they are not about to become the whole population.

And if they were, you’d know it. Indigos don’t keep quiet. If every schoolchild was indigo, there wouldn’t be any schools any more – they would have been blown up long ago.

Myth #2: indigos are all of a certain age; they didn’t exist on this planet before a certain date.

Not my experience at all. I’ve known or heard of indigos up to 50 years old; even one lady of 40 or so, who was inexplicably wiser than her vibration seemed to reflect, told me about her dead father who seemed to have all the traits.

I myself have expressed the indigo energy for several lifetimes.

I think it could well be that we are getting more indigos now. Makes sense. The world in general is going through a really rapid spiritual evolution. We need leaders at this point. So I won’t say no to that.

Myth #3: indigos are all psychic.

I WILL say that indigos are all intuitive to some degree, though not all indigos realise their capacity to talk to spirits, channel angels, see the future and other cool things. I say “realise” this capacity because everyone has it to some degree, it’s just a case of whether you cultivate it or not. Think of it like sporting ability or artistic ability or whatever else. There’s talent, and then there’s training.

So some indigos basically find themselves seeing spirits from day 1, remember their past lives, and all that. Some don’t. I haven’t grown up talking to spirits personally, though most psychics point out to me that I have a lot of ability.

There are some psychics who are very good at channeling messages and have natural ability but are not indigo. You can tell because they channel wisdom but they don’t necessarily live it. 

Indigos have in general what I call “natural intuition”. They’re generally very sensitive and connected, and when they need to know something, they generally know it, in their gut, in their actions, in the things they are drawn to. Contrast this with certain psychics I’ve met who channel everything they can except what they need to know to help themselves. 

Myth #4: All indigos are lightworkers

Hmm, I think all indigos have lightworker potential. A lot of them get stuck in resistance and bitterness though. I’m sorry to say it but a lot of the stuff that goes on in this world is damn hard to forgive – and many non-indigos know this, but they often don’t know the half of it. Indigos feel injustice very strongly, and it’s everywhere. They can get tied up in hate and never get out.

Any indigos reading this, though: work on it, because this life is just a dream and we’re meant to be happy, OK?

Myth #5: All indigos are spiritual masters

Yes and no. An indigo’s soul is a brilliant light, a sight to behold. However, sometimes the soul isn’t expressed by the incarnation. On the other hand, some incarnations of less experienced people (I hate to say less evolved, because… I just don’t like to think of this as a scale, OK?) are so deeply connected with their spirits, through meditation, introspection and serious dedication to personal growth, that they incarnate greater wisdom than some indigos will. I think Steve Pavlina may be one of these people. Apart from his solitude as a child, he didn’t seem to exhibit the characteristics of an indigo at that point. Not to say I wouldn’t really enjoy having a conversation with this guy. I think he’s wiser than I currently am, or at least he writes better self-help advice.

Steve Pavlina, come to think of it, says that he directly experiences Being (Oneness) 80% of the time (in one old post; I imagine he experiences it more now). I’ve only had this experience in short glimpses fairly recently. So we’re not born enlightened or anything like that. If you work hard you can be more spiritual than an indigo. Some of us get lazy, or addicted to drama. Some of us die bitter. We might be perceptive, but we’re not always high-vibrational. Free will or the choice between fear and love exists on all levels. (Or if there is some level in which it does not exist, I haven’t been there yet to be able to report back).

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So let’s wrap this up. Indigos aren’t supermen, aren’t X-men, we don’t run about with our pants outside our trousers. We’re not going to change the world in one fell swoop though if you listen to us we can be pretty effective in helping out to a certain extent. We’re not everywhere and we’re not nowhere. We are what we are. Om

We often have some pretty cool superpowers, but so do you. I couldn’t conclude an article about indigos without reminding you this: whatever we have, YOU have. The principle of Oneness reminds us that all things contain the essence of all other things. A rock has excitement in some microscopic quantity. A bird has intelligence. Pigs have decorum. The Pope has a tiny drop of love in his heart. Jesus had some hatred in him. And whatever the essence of the indigo is – perception, power, energy, genius, whatever it is – you have it too. Not even that far away. Work on your growth, and you can be a master. You’re limited by your potential but not how much you choose to live up to it – and most people never come close to their potential.

More writing about indigos is coming up. By the way, if you are wondering about indigos and want to know if you are one, I always direct people to this article by Kristen Finlayson. The rest of her blog is awesome too.

I don’t know about you, but I have the potential for some dinner!

Hope you enjoyed the article. Do tell me what you think, okay?

Andrew

Thank you Andrew!

You can visit Andrew’s site at: http://www.andrewgubb.com/drupal/6-myths-about-indigos

by Peter Perkins

Fear is one of the emotions that hold us back from many of the wondrous things that we can accomplish in our lives, as individuals and societies. Fear is not something that comes with us when we come into this world. How many times do we speak of children as being fearless. In fact many times I have seen children take a fall; they look around stunned for a little bit, but unless a parent or someone runs over and makes sounds of being worried the child often gets up and runs off to keep playing. When a parent or someone else runs over looking worried and asking if the child is ok it’s as if the child realizes that they have to react in some way and they start to cry.

We grow up and learn fear, from people around us. Starting with our parents, and then from the societies we live in. As a child a parent might say don’t touch this or don’t do that. It is because they fear that we will hurt ourselves. Sometimes the parents might come over and spank us without us even doing what they fear as a way to teach us to be afraid. It’s comical from a grown up perspective yet I have seen it many times at stores or parks etc.

As we grow up the fears tend to pile up. Society teaches us to be afraid of other cultures, of different ways of doing things. It teaches us to fear our own thoughts and ideas unless they pair up perfectly with societal norms which vary depending on which society you are in.

Religions which are mostly to bring enlightenment and spiritual peace to people often bring fear too. I was raised Catholic and one of the big things taught in the church was fear. Fear of damnation, fear of hell, fear of ostracism from other church members. We were taught going to church helped secure one’s place in heaven though by no means was it a guarantee. On the other hand – missing church, not going to confession, or heaven forbid not being catholic insured eternal damnation.

Over the years I have been to other religious establishments, each pushing fear in their own way but the fear comes back to one thing. They want to create a fear to keep one coming back; loss of membership is loss of revenue for most religions.

Media, both news and entertainment in their own ways push fears. Advertisements for cosmetics push a fear of growing older, and create anxiety about one’s looks. Even though it has been revealed that many of these advertisements are touched up or altered to produce unrealistic visions of beauty it hasn’t stopped the adds from rolling out.

Pharmaceutical ads push fears of various medical conditions. Is it just a sore muscle or could it be endemic of a more serious condition. Are you depressed, well then you need some medication to pick you up and make you happy. The list of new medications keeps rolling out along with lists of new fears to make one wonder if they had better not be on these new medications.

It’s not just the modern world that is filled with fears. In ancient China, Emperor Qin Shi Huang ordered all books in the empire burned because his chancellor Li Si created a fear in him that book-makers and scholars may speak out against him. What a horror it was that centuries of information, history, technology and philosophies were put to the torch due to fear.

Not only advertisements, but politically creating fears of the other party or some other group or opposing view are pushed to extremes to create fears in people for trying new things, for beginning new projects or anything that goes against a certain political view. The pushing of fear in the media can even create problems where there were none before. Prejudices created by fear of racial groups or religious groups and nationalities can prevent friendships, working together to resolve differences if they even need to be resolved and can work against potential benefits if those fears weren’t engendered in the first place.

So how can we overcome fears? They seem to be everywhere cropping up in all facets of life. Stop a moment when you feel fear rising up and realize anger can be fear in disguise as well, now that you have stopped try and see who does the fear serve?

This alone can make one come to startling revelations. Realizations that these fears don’t serve oneself at all. Sometimes it takes just this brief moment of contemplation to realize the fears heaped on us might have nothing to do with our own benefits but with someone else’s. Can someone, or some group whether religious, political, business or social gain financial or some other benefit by making you have fears? If so, you have to ask yourself – are these fears founded?

Fears don’t always come from others, sometimes we have fears within ourselves. Fear of change is something most people have because their is uncertainty. Yet even here we have to see if the fear is wholly our own, or the opinions of others. There are many times that amazing people ignored the opinions of parents, friends and colleagues to try something new and different.

One of the big ways to overcome fears is trust. Trust yourself. Trust your own ability to make decisions. Trust in your ability to overcome, after all you have gotten yourself this far in life. Trust other people to make decisions and decide what is right for them as well.

Gratitude is also something that can help in overcoming fears. While you may be fearing the future and it’s uncertainties focusing on the many things you are thankful about can help change your views on things. Realizing there are many things to be grateful about is a good way to understand the many fears you have overcome before.

Not only is gratitude a way to overcome fears but it is a wonderful way to realize the resources you do have. These resources alone may allow you to realize some fears are really small things after all.

Peter

Caution: some may find this article disturbing and/or unsettling.

This past weekend, my husband, a friend and I watched a TV program on organ transplants, as well a work being done with cadaver parts and using stem cell work to ‘grow’ replacement parts.

I am in no way saying either is ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ – but would like to share some thoughts and questions on the energy, cell memory and soul aspect of these two types of procedures. I have no definitive answers.

Organ Transplant

My thoughts (as they often zip around)…

If:

• The soul enters the body anywhere from conception right up to just before birth; it’s the soul’s preference as to when it enters the body.
• Our blood cells retain memories (cellular, or cell, memories) – to possibly include ancestral cellular memories.
• According to the practice of soul retrieval, any trauma can result in a soul loss (a small portion of one’s soul stays at the point of trauma, resulting in a small reduction in soul). Soul loss can occur in any lifetime (past or present) and takes a retrieval to reclaim and re-incorporate the soul fragment back into the whole.

Then:
What happens when someone dies and their organs are donated?

We know that many organ recipients have experienced changes in taste, habits, hobbies, interests and/or temperaments.

Though science states there is not scientific proof of cellular memory; many recipients beg to differ.

Is there cell memory transfer to the organ recipient? (My thought = highly likely)

Is there soul fragment loss for the organ donor? (My though = highly unlikely)

Cadaver ‘Parts’ and Stem Cell Work

Well, you know me; those thoughts led me to ponder on the procedure where cadaver body parts (scrubbed of outer layers) are infused with stem cells to “re-grow” the cadaver body part and make it viable for transplant (example: nose or an ear).

With organ donors, the organs are “harvested” quickly to transplant, (if I understood correctly) not so for cadaver parts.

So…

• Does this mean that the life force in the cadaver part is non-existent?
• Is there cellular memory in the cadaver parts?
• What is the energy and/or cellular ramifications or side effects on the recipient?

Again, I have no answers; I have no sense or feeling of ‘right’ or ‘wrong’; and I have now shared my thoughts and questions with you.

What are your thoughts? (Please share and keep it ‘clean’).

by Peter Perkins

This morning I woke up and got ready for the day. It was like any other day until a condition that occurs rarely happened. When it is very dry out, as it has been for a few days now, I can have a piece of dry skin fall into one of my eyes. When this happens I can’t see through that eye for several minutes until I blink or wash out my eye.

This morning was one of those times. Just as I was temporarily blinded the phone rang and it was my mother wanting to know if I would go shopping with her. I told her what was happening and that I didn’t feel safe to drive just now.

My mother told me she would be over with some eye drops. I am very thankful that my mother is always willing to help me out when something like this comes up. During the time that it took for her to arrive I had blinked and used water to clean out my eye and it was fine.

Still for those few painstaking moments of blindness in one eye it made me appreciative of a few things. I was grateful I could see out of my other eye. I was grateful that I could hear to get that phone call from my mother. I was grateful that I could get up and head to the sink towash my eye out with water.

Losing my sight made me acutely aware of many of the things we tend to take for granted. In a strange way temporarily losing my sight made me see clearly the blessings I do have.

I did end up heading out and helping my mom shop. As I made my way through the aisles I saw several handicapped people and felt a stronger empathy with them.

Sometimes it takes something negative to make us see the positive.

Peter

In my DACC Community Education bio, I state that I am a metaphysical instructor, practitioner and student; and the ‘student’ part was very prominent this past Thursday.

I live in the boonies – seriously!

After driving approximately one mile to get to the main (and only) road out, I then drive about six miles on dirt road to reach ‘civilization’. Okay, two things: the road really isn’t dirt, it’s clay; and, six miles doesn’t seem like a big deal…until it’s raining while construction vehicles are tearing up the road.

Under normal circumstances, my husband and his vehicle usually rescue delivery trucks, personal vehicles, etc. if they get stuck out there.

I opt for safety when it rains heavily – the road is drivable, just very slick…I stay home – that was until last Thursday. (#1)

I was speaking at the Las Cruces general Spiritual Meeting / A.R.E.  (Association of Research and Enlightenment based on Edgar Cayce readings) registered group. (A really neat group – check them out! A link provided at the end of this article.)

I shielded, said a quick prayer, and headed out. I had almost made it to the blacktop (aka ‘civilization’) when I hit a patch of road where construction site workers had physically torn up the road. (#2)

An eighteen-wheeler parked slightly cockeyed on the opposite side of the road and some type of loader working on my side of the road. The loader had really big tires, and had literally torn up the road. The road was also lined with the construction worker’s vehicles.

The way the truck and loader were on the road left me a small space to maneuver through…and it didn’t work; I began sliding (missed the big truck), slid past the truck, slid sideways and came to a stop; I was blocking the road, and I was stuck. After rocking myself out, I slid to the blacktop.

After the meeting, I had to drive the road again – and I did not want to. (#3) The construction-related vehicles, save one, were gone from the road. Driving 10 mph, I made it home.

But I still had to go back out that evening for class. When my husband came home, I asked him to drive me to work; he said “No.” He explained that since the road was so torn up, he had more trouble than I getting home. (#4)

He suggested I cancel the class and reschedule for later. I said I would like to do that, but decided I should go ahead and go to class. (#5)

I left an hour early to give myself plenty of time; I made it halfway up the road and gently slid…I was stuck. As we used to say in Louisiana, “stuck good!”

Fast forward: Muddy hands, one broken shovel, two sets of tennis shoes that felt like they weighed twenty pounds from packed on clay, my husband and I gave up trying to extract my vehicle.

Class cancelled and rescheduled.

After we got home, cleaned up and dried off, I asked my self “What was the purpose of this experience?”

There may be other, unknown to me, reasons – but for me, it boiled down to: I had ignored not only my own sense of wrongness about getting back on the messed-up road; I also ignored the other indicators (see #’s 1-5).

So for me, it was a refresher on ‘back to the basics’ experience: Listen to and trust yourself!

P.S. – My vehicle was ‘extracted’ Friday afternoon.

Spiritual Meeting / A.R.E. (Association of Research and Enlightenment based on Edgar Cayce readings) registered group: http://www.meetup.com/Las-Cruces-Spiritual-Meetings/about/

by Peter Perkins

This past Thursday, I had the pleasure of attending a meditation group at Pi Yoga. It was a good session with seven people. Normally I have a hard time calming my

mind unless it is at night prior to bed; yet the quiet setting and low lights were able to help me to still my mind. The session was led by Erica who helped us by directing us to still our minds and go through deep breathing to enter a meditative state.

She asked us to concentrate on a question or thought that we had on our minds. I was curious about my evolution and the idea of ascension.

I was able to quickly go into meditation and soon I was able to have a really startling experience. I pictured myself with someone else, possibly a guide floating down through a DNA spiral. It was like falling slow and as we passed through parts of it I felt the friction of energy passing through energy. The being with me remained silent and I felt they were there more for my own desire to have a friend nearby then to impart information.

As we continued I saw the DNA throughout my body and was able to travel along till I came to some shiny structures, like crystal growths. The best way to describe it is white quartz but only the tiniest slivers and it seemed internally lit.

I was curious about this and so backed my perception away to examine my whole body and found it was not unique but that I perceived this in many places like small glowing points. From a distance it was like looking at stars.

I moved my perception back down to the place where I first saw the crystal-like structure and I entered it. It did glow internally and I felt as if I was in a white tunnel. It stretched off into the distance and I simply admired things for a while. I backed my perception up and found that all those glowing points had tunnels as well. White glowing strands stretching off.

I was kind of amazed with it and found the white tunnels stretched out and the other people meditating had these lines as well. They were everywhere connected. These glowing lines looked to me like a mass of white so densely packed it was hard to differentiate between individual strands.

I sent out a pulse a greetings, a hello along the lines. I brought my perception out and found the lines extended well beyond the room – they extended out far into space. I tried to follow them as far as I could. They extended into other places I guess what could be termed other dimensions. I felt a kind of information overload and pulled back.

This experience certainly gave credence to all of us being one.

This was only one of the experiences I had during the mediation and the whole mediation was only thirty minutes long or so. So I am not sure if I was experiencing an out of body experience or some internal mental visions.

I would recommend guided meditations to those who are interested. I myself can only say that I had a most interesting experience.