What were your labels?

[Joey]

Are Indigos folk with more strands of DNA activated or are they just very bright/very precocious/very intuitive? What were your experiences growing up? Did you always "know" you saw the world a little differently? Did you have questions no one could answer in a way that made sense? How did what you saw/felt/intuited shape your upbringing? Much has been written about Indigos in the last 20 years but it would be great to hear from the subjects of those writings; Indigos themselves. Your thoughts?

[Reverend Annie]

I was born in the late 1950's (I just turned 50 on the 27th of December). From what I have read we DO have more active strands of DNA. With Gaia and all of us changing recently and in the near future we are using more and more of our DNA all the time. Us Indigos just have a head start on others...LOL. Shamballa Multidimensional Healing is helping that process along.

I did see the world differently even as a child. I "suffered" physical, mental, emotional, and sexual abuse as a child and into my teens. I put quotes around the word "suffered" because if you read my posts in the forum you will understand that I believe that we all created contracts before we came here and that the "perpetrators" were only fulfilling their contracts.

I grew up in a family that left no room for spiritual and intuitive gifts. It was cut and dried, Roman Catholic, if you don't believe everything they tell you then you are not a good Catholic. It took years to figure out that I did not have to believe all that I was told. I had no Indigo role models, like most Indigos my age.

I felt people. I am an empath of sorts. My father was the only parent that saw even some of my gifts. Here is one of my posts from the forum. It may explain a little:

One time, when I was driving from Milton to Burlington Ontario, to visit my uncle in the hospital I believe, with my Dad in the passenger seat (and driving one of the family cars), I came across a strange situation.

We were pulling off one highway onto another one. The road curved pretty drastically around a fairly sharp bend. There were 2 lanes, both going in the direction that I was traveling. I was traveling in the left one. There were hills around on both sides, so only a very small portion of the road was visible at any given time.

All of a sudden, I felt a huge urge to floor the gas pedal. I did. My father gave me a very strange look, but said nothing. All of a sudden, as we rounded the last bend, a car appeared, going in the wrong direction....and in my lane. I had just enough time to dodge him, veering over into the right hand lane, and avoiding sure death.

My father's only words were "How did you know?"

That is from: http://reverendannie.myfreeforum.org/about368.html

For another interesting story about my intuition (and my sister and her reaction to it), see:

http://reverendannie.myfreeforum.org/about369.html

And, no, people could not answer many questions to my complete satisfaction, especially my mother. She was brought up, and brought me up under the guise of rules that said children were to be seen and not heard, that children should just do what (we) were told, with no questions asked. Maybe she was just fulfilling her contract?

Besides, it would have been hard to get any questions answered as those around me, even adults, had no clue about what we were, or the wonderful potential each of us had/have? It wasn't us that failed the school system. It was the school system that failed us. It failed to find us a way to learn that we could relate to and work with.

With IQ's off the map (personally mine was and is around 160), the potential was astounding. With our rebellious nature we were often getting into trouble. Later versions of us (and us when exploring the kid in us) had no problem sitting for hours playing a video game, yet put us behind a desk with monotonous homework to do and we would be hard pressed to keep it together for 20 minutes, with or without Ritalin.

Thoughts?

Reverend Annie

[Isabel Cuerrier]

Like so many others, my experiences growing were not ideal. All manner of abuse attended my journey. Because of this I turned to the only place I felt nurtured: Mother Nature. She loved me unconditionally and oftentimes sprinkled my life with great beauty. It was within the warmth of her bosom that I began to feel the first of many stirrings of something much greater than myself. I heard and saw things I assumed everyone else did.
One of my earliest memories is of my two drunken uncles conspiring to ravish me after my caretakers had gone to sleep (passed out). To my great surprise and awe, a luminous being appeared and stopped them. Stunningly beautiful, he had flaming-red curly hair, had on a white robe (dress to me then), and stood above the floor. Young as I was, I was keenly aware of his compassion. He extended his right arm and spread his fingers toward them. They slumped onto the floor and immediately fell asleep.
The next morning, still filled with excitement from the night before, I shared this experience with everyone. To my horror, no one believed me. That was the first time I realized not everyone saw or heard things as I did. Sure, there were some things they experienced, but not as I did. From then on, I kept mum about my subsequent journey with the extraordinary, choosing very carefully who to share it with.
I wish we could all write books on these, I'm sure we would fill volumes and volumes.
Interestingly, as I wrote the above, a part of me was nervous, perhaps even fearful. I suppose decades of fear of reprisal or ridicule still haunt me. But it's safe here, isn't it?
Take care. I love you all.
Isabel.

[Reverend Annie]

Isabel Cuerrier said:

Like so many others, my experiences growing were not ideal. All manner of abuse attended my journey.... Interestingly, as I wrote the above, a part of me was nervous, perhaps even fearful. I suppose decades of fear of reprisal or ridicule still haunt me. But it's safe here, isn't it? Take care. I love you all.
Isabel.

Yes, we are safe here, Isabel. There have been many times in my life that I have known it was Divine Intervention that helped me through. Like you, I kept my mouth shut throughout most of them. It is nice to be able to talk about them here and on my forum. They are avenues that are safe and I am sure Chandler and Joey are as adamant about keeping this a safe place as I am about my forum. We all need sanctuaries to be able to express. Now is the time to be able to come out of our shells and be who we truly are. Now is our time to shine and light up the whole world!

Namaste

Reverend Annie

[Joey]

When a child learns they see/feel/know things which are not explainable, not the norm, they often learn to be "quiet". If they tell parents, the adults in their lives about things they see/sense the response can feel like a "pat on the head"; you have imaginary freinds is a common response. So the child learns to be quiet, keep it their own secret. When that child faces familial abuse as well, withdrawing into silence, keeping more secrets, is sadly the "weapon" the abuser holds. Breaking that silence, finding ones voice, is the first step to reclaiming self. Isabel, your words are heard here, are safe here. As Reverand Annie said, "Now is the time to be able to come out of our shells and be who we truly are. Now is our time to shine and light up the whole world!"
Shine bright!!


Reverend Annie said:

Isabel Cuerrier said:

Like so many others, my experiences growing were not ideal. All manner of abuse attended my journey.... Interestingly, as I wrote the above, a part of me was nervous, perhaps even fearful. I suppose decades of fear of reprisal or ridicule still haunt me. But it's safe here, isn't it? Take care. I love you all.
Isabel.

Yes, we are safe here, Isabel. There have been many times in my life that I have known it was Divine Intervention that helped me through. Like you, I kept my mouth shut throughout most of them. It is nice to be able to talk about them here and on my forum. They are avenues that are safe and I am sure Chandler and Joey are as adamant about keeping this a safe place as I am about my forum. We all need sanctuaries to be able to express. Now is the time to be able to come out of our shells and be who we truly are. Now is our time to shine and light up the whole world!

Namaste

Reverend Annie

[Isabel Cuerrier]

Thank you Reverend Annie and Joey for your kind words of encouragement. As I read your posts, my heart swelled with deep joy and warmth; a feeling as if I'd finally 'arrived'. Wow! That is such an awesome feeling. At the moment, I am left sppechless but wanted to express my heartfelt gratitude nevertheless.
I love you.
Isabel.

[Theresa D.Boeur]

It's so fun reading everyone's experiences and points of sharing! I guess more than I even realized, I belong i this category. Born to a single Mom in 1970, abusive step-dad till the age of ten. Basically I lived in an Indigo escapist fantasy world all those years, as the abuse and harshness around my sensitive eys and ears was just too much. i have vivid memories of flying, especially when I was out in nature(growing up in BC, alot of dense green wooded escapes...) An artist from birth, also soul travel, and out of this world stuff, while wide awake. I used to see all kinds of creatures and Demi God-like beings. Was so psychic I could hardly stay in the room, so teachers always complained of my bad attitude, yet my Grades were straight A';s, except of course for Math, which was always a Fail. Got into mind altering drugs early on, and left home at 15, Became vegetarian at 20, and have travelled the path of Wicca, Eckankar, and Hare Krishna philosophy. Used to read tarot for a living, and spent my youth floating around Vancouver and California. Now, years later, it has all really toned down! I wish I could feel like that again! My kids are DEFINATELY "Crystal" children, I see my Indigo self in my daughter Jalilah, but she is SO confident and out there, something this Indigo hermit secretly dreams of.......

[Reverend Annie]

Theresa D.Boeur said:

Basically I lived in an Indigo escapist fantasy world all those years, as the abuse and harshness around my sensitive eys and ears was just too much...

I think we all learned to escape in one way or another. Some saw entities who helped us deal with things, some blocked the abuse out for years. Ultimately we all had to deal with it at some point.

Was so psychic I could hardly stay in the room, so teachers always complained of my bad attitude, yet my Grades were straight A';s, except of course for Math, which was always a Fail.

I can't say my grades were straight "A"'s. I was not told my IQ until I was in my 30's. They were afraid 160 would go to my head. Maybe if I knew I would not have been so stubborn and hot-headed and applied myself better. My attitude back then was if you won't tell me what my full potential is I won't strive for it, or at least I won't set my goals too high so as not to be disappointed if I don't reach them. Yes, this was a weird attitude to take I guess, but then I was young and stubborn.lol

Truth is I could have reached and surpassed them...easily.

Got into mind altering drugs early on...

Me too. Of course Timothy Leary was all the rage when I was a teen.

My kids are DEFINATELY "Crystal" children, I see my Indigo self in my daughter Jalilah, but she is SO confident and out there, something this Indigo hermit secretly dreams of.......

My son is an Indigo. He is 27 years old. I can really see it in him. He has the fire. He hates things that are unjust also just like me.

Much love and light!

Reverend Annie

[Ruth Ramaekers]

Always daydreamed a lot. Love to be by myself because my thoughts and imagination are so interesting. Am empathetic to the point that it harms me, haven't yet figured out how to stop that from happening. I'm only 29, I have time. I actually grew up in a family where my indigo-ness was appreciated and celebrated, so it was a shock to leave the safety of my childhood home and realise not everybody thought like this or accepted this. Still, that's a gift that my parents gave to me which can never be taken away. Of course, went into teaching to save the world because I've ALWAYS wanted to save the world. Realised I don't like or respect the education system. Will rant for hours on the fallacies of the political and health systems. Only feel complete when surrounded by nature, away from the city. Make all major decisions on practically 100% intutition. Was soooo relieved to have a friend direct me to a site about indigos...didn't feel like such a freak!

[Joan Viejon]

I am a Filipina born March 21, 1973 that grew up Roman Catholic Parents & Grandmother, and Lutheran Grandpa and Uncle (under the same roof). Always a tug of war who would get to take me to their church. Eventhough they were very religious, ghosts and paranormal activity wasn't a tabo thing, just not spoken about too often. I was always intrigue with tarot cards but my Mom always used to say forget about those cards... they are dangerous. I saw she had some so I was always bugging her because I wanted to play with them like they were calling me. I tried searching for them but could never find them. Mom always instilled fear as some how she convinced me and my sister that we could awaken a mean ghost, that would haunt/scare/hurt us. Mom has really clamed up about this as all these years in being in Canada(catholic faith) I mentioned something the other day and she quickly responded, "that would be believing in other Gods and thats a NO NO." I'm slowly working with her now.

As a child, I would always get separated from my family because I would stop and stare/daydream. I swear it was for only a sec, and I couldn't ever find them anywhere. Like it was the same place just with different people. I used to be able to recite the whole day... by that I mean, I would know what the other person was going to say to me before they said it... and sometimes being the joker/smartass kid I was LOL I would mouth the words as they were saying them. I remember someone saying to me, how did you know what I was going to say and I'd always smile and say I just do! I've had premonitions Grandma and Uncle passing, them coming to me afterwards, receiving phone calls from both, beds shake and other objects move, then being perceived "very very sick" but I really just had canker sores that covered my mouth. I remember getting lots of pills to get rid of them and they slowly did, but soon returned in full force, forcing my Mom to seek more help. Before I knew it there was a medicine woman/witch doctor asking me information, lighting candles, and other stuff I that slips my mind. Grandma wanted to hang on to me (I was her favorite). Still nothing worked, until I got on the airplane to head back to Canada and instantly they were all gone. Mom was baffled, and said see you're Grandma's favorite she wanted to hang on to you. When my Uncle passed away, I was visiting family in Calgary. We were playing having a great time and then my Aunt says what's wrong with you don't you know your Uncle just passed away. I instantly remarked saying "yes, he's in the lake." Dumb founded she said so your Mom called you. I said Nope! I just know he's in the lake! I saw him in the lake. My Aunt was so confused she decided not to ask me anymore questions. When I got home they explained what happened and that my Uncle had downed, and I said yes he's still in the lake. I remember being so annoyed because everyone kept telling me he was missing instead of listening to me (so annoyed that I took off on my bike). Of course they were confused and said yes honey, they haven't found his body yet. The phone calls I received from them were so comforting I loved hearing their voices again. Eventhough it seemed like they were very very far away and could hardly hear them with all the static on the line. These are a few of the things that were very profound to me.

As a adult, it seems as I've slowly surpressed my intuition/gifts after a car accident in 1992 (I knew what was going to happen minutes before) That accident shook me up and looking back I would say that's when the suppression starting happening. 2005 is when I started on my journey of opening up to my gifts again, they weren't totally gone but the dreams were completely gone. Besides those specific details from when I was a child I still get migrane headaches where I need to be in a cool dark room (as early as grade 2 I remember getting these) eventhough darkness brings feelings of anxiety/fear, ringing in the ears (Sounds like I'm a fax machine and it can get so loud I read you can ask them to turn it down so I did, and it worked), ear infections but they isn't really anything there no real explanation for anything. Very vivid dreams. Now when I get deja vu, I take it as a sign that I'm on the write path, where I'm supposed to be. See beings sometimes in human form (for a split second), and light beings of many colours. I'm not able to hear these beings, but they are there. Any insights to how to hear them? I ask them to talk to me... but I get nothing.