So, do I start a new thread here? just for me?

[Indigofuzzy]

It's been an interesting night. My best friend has me convinced that I'm probably an indigo. I followed some links and landed here, hopefully I can find someplace where I "belong". If anyone is interested in my story, I'd be willing to share. I feel like I may be some kind of "broken" Indigo, malnurtured and all by people who just don't understand. And myabe I'm not as "broken" as I think... who knows...


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BTW, was I supposed to start a new thread? Please forgive the n00b...

[DFischer]

It's been an interesting night. My best friend has me convinced that I'm probably an indigo. I followed some links and landed here, hopefully I can find someplace where I "belong". If anyone is interested in my story, I'd be willing to share. I feel like I may be some kind of "broken" Indigo, malnurtured and all by people who just don't understand. And myabe I'm not as "broken" as I think... who knows...

BTW, was I supposed to start a new thread? Please forgive the n00b...

Yes, you were supposed to start a new thread so you could feel acquainted with the community.

Interesting though, please tell me more about yourself

[Sunsolei33]

Yes, please share! That is what we are here for

Blessings,
Sunsolei

[Indigofuzzy]

Wow, 2 responses in only a few minutes? Do you mean I'm not the only nocturnal human on earth? lol.

Well, my story:
Like most of you'nz I never "fit in" as a child. I was horrible with the whole school thing, in fact, in first grade, the school staff thougth i was mentally challenged! At that point in time, my mother was perceptive enough to know that that simply wasn't true, (yeah, Daddy, read to me how a nuclear power plant works. -- and actually being able to pronounce nu-cle-ar and not sying nuke-you-lar like the other kids--) so i was sent off for IQ testing, and I suppose that's where life really started to get complicated: the numbers? 148. Yeah, tell a kid their IQ and it burns in as if etched by hydrogen fluoride! So I went form retarded (in the public brainwashing er, um, education system) to some kind of genius, and still never got good grades.

It's amazing how cruel other children are taught to be by their environment. I was teased and abused by the other kids until I graduated. I attempted suicide in high school no less that 200 times, chickening out at the last minute every time.

(Oh, Goddess, this sounds like my personal sob story) (Oh, BTW, I'm an ecclectic Pagan)

I guess I'll jump around to the indigo-ish stuff now....
There's the whole sense-of-self thing. I hated the name my parents gave me, My mother tells me how I would throw tantrums when i was first old enough to talk "I AM NOT WILLIAM!!! STOP CALLING ME WILLIAM!"
It took until I was 17 to convinve my father (Gods let him rest in peace) to take me to court and get the legal documents changed to reflect a name that doesn't make me sick to my stomach and want to cry. Yes, I cried for hours when I got my learner's permit, because it had someone else's name on it. It's still a touchy and angry subject that I have trouble talking about.

Then there's the story of the Creatures, which begins with a letter from a firend of mine who had a beautiful soul. It began "Hello, my beautiful creature." I began calling my best friend "Creature", and eventually got him to make me a creature too. He was and remains the "Copper Creature", and I asked him what kind of creature I was. (Long story about why, has to do with names...) So I was called the "Tie-dyed Creature". This is where my old computer comes in, an Indigo iMac. I dind't like the ring that "Tie-dyed creature" had, so in april of 2001, when I was ordained a reverend by the universal life church, I decided to become the "Indigo Creature" knowing at the time absolutely nothing about the Indigos. I had been using IndigoCreature as a screenname on the ULC's forum for a while, and one of the other members asked if i was an indigo child. I told her the truth, that I had never heard of the indigo children. So I did some quick web searching, and decided probably couldn't be an indigo -- they're to wonderful to be me. (massive self-esteem issues. won't go there unless asked to)

Well, earlier tonight, my best friend and I were talking on the phone, about aura colors, (we figured out that I have an indigo aura) and he encouraged me to go look up indigo children again, and after reading about indigo adults, I started to think "well, just maybe I am an indigo. this sure explains a lot"

So that brought me here, In some ways looking for guidance, acceptance, and reassurance. I'm not sure if I should apologize for rambling like this, or keep going. I've written a lot of words, but feel like I've said next to nothing. I guess I'll explain why I feel broken in another post...

[Indigofuzzy]

oh heck, I forgot to mention that street lamps turn off around me when i walk or drive past (especially if I'm moody), and windows machines don't work very well around me. (or do they misbehave around everyone? never could figure that out) Oh, and that Indigo iMac. My best friend has it now. It works fine for me, works fine for him, but goes totally nuts when the two of us are near it.

[Sunsolei33]

LMFAO!! We have a lot in common.

My very best friend (a fellow Klub Kidd Pagan Indigo) said to me--regarding our experiences with drugs and addiction:

"I don't feel human, I feel like I am a creature. Nicole, We ARE CREATURES! Don't you get it?"

LOLOLOLOL

[Sunsolei33]

PS-- I am also an Eclectic Pagan--mostly Dianic (or Goddess Centered) but I am starting to explore Hermetics, Judaism, and the Kaballah...cause according to Jewish law I am still a Jew

[Indigofuzzy]

So maybe, here, I'm no longer so alone.

[Dabbs]

so i was sent off for IQ testing, and I suppose that's where life really started to get complicated: the numbers? 148. Yeah, tell a kid their IQ and it burns in as if etched by hydrogen fluoride!

I was tested too... but, back in the 70's, all Mom and Dad were told was that I was borderline genius.... lol... I almost didn't pass high school.

My family nicknamed me "Dodo"... because I was so flighty... never sat still, never stayed on subject... bounced from one thing to another...

I hated being told all of my life that I was "smarter than that".

I still feel like an under-achiever.

[Indigofuzzy]

I know what you mean. Myself, I get tired of being told how I'm "wasting my brain" because I'm not thinking inside the box -- that is, I didn't choose a career in highschool and do college for an expensive piece of paper, so i could wear an uncomfortable suit and make big money so i could spend it keeping up with the jonses. lol.

[Dabbs]

I know what you mean. Myself, I get tired of being told how I'm "wasting my brain" because I'm not thinking inside the box -- that is, I didn't choose a career in highschool and do college for an expensive piece of paper, so i could wear an uncomfortable suit and make big money so i could spend it keeping up with the jonses. lol.

Wow...

So, what did you do after high school? I became a wife and mom and have floated through life... lol

Did go to college at 30, but changed my major too many times.
Really wanted to be an experimental psychologist... but, have to raise my kids first.

[heartcurves]

I know what you mean. Myself, I get tired of being told how I'm "wasting my brain" because I'm not thinking inside the box -- that is, I didn't choose a career in highschool and do college for an expensive piece of paper, so i could wear an uncomfortable suit and make big money so i could spend it keeping up with the jonses. lol.

Unfortunately, that's the world we live in. It may blow to have to conform to rules and things, but if you major in college in something that would be fun for you, you can major in Art, or major in something you have a passion for. You wouldn't have to be a suit in a crowd of drones. At least art lets you freely express your indigoism. You can be a writer, as well. That also helps with the free expression and earning money for something you love.

Also, you don't have to keep up with anyone. You make money for yourself, not everyone around you.