posted on Feb, 24 2010 @ 09:45 AM
I don't want to add to the already "mainstream" phenomenon of the Indigos, as I think it's just a label and nothing more. Yes, I do feel all the
feelings and have had all the same experiences as most "Indigos." I have been an "energy practitioner" for 20 years. I don't practice any sort
of religion, and take a more layman's approach to the paranormal, supernatural, etc. I can see, feel, and sometimes even smell things. My main
areas of concentration are in clairvoyance, empathy, and mediumship. Do I feel different than other people? Yes. Do I let it get to me? No. I
march to the beat of my own drummer, and have since I was a kid. I don't care what others think about me, negative or positive. I just live my
life, pay my bills, work, and buy stuff. I keep the other part of myself to myself unless someone asks to investigate a home for them. I associate
the Indigo trend with the New Age hippies that want to relive the 60's again. They are always about light and love and that nothing can go wrong if
you have a positive attitude. Unfortunately, that is not how the world works, and no sort of believe in ANY higher power is going to put food on the
table or pay the bills. Delusions of grandeur? Maybe. Something going on? Probably. Can I explain it? No.
Here is a dream that I have had since I was a kid. It has to do with some massive army offensive, except I cannot see what it is we are fighting.
I am in an outdoor military style open-air bunker. High walls on every side. I'm in the middle with a very large group of "soldiers" surrounding
me on both sides. I assume that I am the leader in this dream as I am calling the commands. There is sand all over, and I assume that this bunker is
in the middle of the desert. I tell the troops to bear arms, lock and load. There is a massive sand storm approaching the large reinforced doors of
the bunker. I say to get ready. The doors blast open and this sandstorm starts swirling toward me and my troops. I say to open fire and we empty
clip after clip into this swirling mass. The intriguing part is that there are these audible ethereal screams coming from the sand storm. I don't
see individual faces, but I do hear individual screams from this sand storm. My troops start falling. They are being shot by unseen bullets. I'm
the last one to go down. I am shot in the leg and bleeding badly. The sand storm dies down and turns into a woman, with raven hair and dark piercing
eyes. I pull out my side arm as my main weapon is out of bullets. She approaches, and I empty the clip into her head. Nothing happens to her. She
bares down on me and then I wake up in a cold sweat.
Anyway, don't take too much stock into those New Ager hippy folk. Just live your life and enjoy it.