I stare at the world around me and am disheartened with the chaos that surrounds me, namely that of fellow human beings that as of yet still remain unaware, in a simple sense, to the magic that they are engulfed in. A couple of months ago, I awakened to my indigoship together with good friends of the same caliber as I am, friends who felt a deep sense of wrongness in our dissonant society as did I, and in our search for answers we stumbled across what I could at that time only describe as a deep sense of kinship to the stranger that opened my eyes to the possibility of being an indigo.
Today I know now that we are either of the same soulgroup or maybe have a soul contract. These good friends whom discovered the indigoship of themselves with me, through this open-minded individual whom I felt a deep kinship with, are very artistic as am I. But my closest friends whom I have shared the notion of knowing of the wrongness in our society do not share this interest in a supernatural existence in the same way I do. While I care for both my close friends and my indigo friends, I am still stumped, processing the world through this new vantage point.
So here I am, searching for answers, lessons, support and love as-well as being more than willing to give these back myself to whomever may need it. Greetings siblings, from your dissonant little brother who is compelled by your way of being and wishes to become what he feels he was meant to be.