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Greetings from an Indigo mother of an Indigo son. ^_^
Hi everyone. I stumbled across this site while looking for ways to reunite myself with the Indigo realm. A strong feeling told me I need to stop here. I read it over and decided to join. I'm not sure how like-minded everyone is so I hope I don't come across as too "far-fetched" or "preachy". Also, I hope my life stories can help shed some light on todays youth.

I myself am an Indigo Child. Born in 1978. 10-15 years ago I did several integrations and discovery programs to better understand myself and my abilities. I felt as aware of everything as I did when I was a child.

As I started to open myself up to the unknown, I could feel vibrations I've never felt before. One time I was in my living room and my mother called me into the den. I ran over to the den to see her. When I returned to the living room my sister looked completely dumb-founded. I asked what was wrong and she told me my leg went through the corner of the coffee table. I never felt it. I thought she was joking. She showed our parents where my leg hit and our father told me that if I was running and I hit that corner, we'd be at the hospital getting stitches. I thought to myself, "Great. . . Why now? You couldn't spare me the stiches in my forehead from hitting the hearth when I was younger so you spare my leg now?"

Not only that, I was also able on three occasions to see through walls. Actually, it was one wall and two solid doors. One time was my in my high school carpool. I was sitting in the front passenger seat. I watched my friend go into his kitchen, open the side door to the garage (which was closed), sit on the top step, tie his shoes then open the garage door. When he sat down I asked if he had tied his shoes on the top step in his garage. He said he did and couldn't understand how I knew. I tried to explain that I had just watched him do it through the walls. He believed me. My other friends said we planned it to sound "mysterious".

As if that wasn't strange enough, I became able hear peoples thoughts/desires by feeling their presence. It got to a point I didn't know how to shut it off. I went out to dinner with friends and couldn't distinguish thought from spoken word. The noise and presence of everyone around us was too much. I ended up throwing up in the bathroom and we left the resturant. Even when I tried to sleep I'd hear voices all around me. They never seemed to be talking to me though. It felt like I was back in the resturant every night.

One night I decided to stop and really listen to what these voices were saying and I found out they weren't all in English. I heard German, Mexican/Spanish, French and some lauguages I didn't recognize. To this day I have no idea what I had tapped into. Was it peoples thoughts? Was it disembodied souls? I have no clue, though part of me believes they were merely thought waves.

Later, I found that souls were finding their way to me. My integrater told me it was because I was "in-power" meaning I had become spiritually aware of all living and non-living things. That was a very scary time of my life. I was met with all sorts of angry and frustrated souls looking for hope or something I don't even know. My mother helped me "cleanse" myself and free me from those poor souls. Just so you all know, everyone can free themselves from attatched spirits. It seems that Indigos have a much easier time understanding the concept due to their awareness.

Ironicly, the movie "The Sixth Sense" came out and my mother told me it was right up my alley and took me to see it. I had never been so scared in my life. I had to leave the theater. I cried for days. At that point I could only hear and feel the presense of the deceased. I thought, "Oh my god. Now I'm going to physically see them. I know it!" I became so scared that I completely shut down.

My defense was to lose all my abilities. For the last 10 years or so, I have done none of the above. I have been been completely cut off. It's like my inner self was saying "You're obviously not ready". I do miss it on some level. Perhaps when you either abuse or fear your gifts they simply can not be manifested until you change your point of view.

Now I am a mother of an Indigo. I see my little boy talking to people I can't see or sense. A couple months ago he was laughing at someone at my in-laws house. My mother-in-law asked him who he was talking to and he pointed to a picture on the wall. It was a picture of her deseased mother. I literally got chills. I thought, "Oh my god. My son is me. He's just like me".

Now I feel more than ever I need to get back to the way I was. I need to help him to never be afraid of himself. Also, so I can relate to him and help him comunicate his feelings. My husband is allways saying I understand him better than everyone because I'm the mom and that's what moms do. ^_^

Now-a-days I can feel some of it coming back. I feel the presense of others around me. The other day I was putting my son to bed and I felt a strange presesnce in the corner of the room. Suddenly my son jumped up and said, "Go away. I sleep now". He pointed to the corner of the room. I was shocked cause I knew who he was talking to. Not "who" but I knew it was a spirit. My son kept yelling, "Go away now" and asked me to turn on the lights. I did. I aksed if the spirit was bothering him, if he liked this spirit and just wanted it to leave so he could sleep. He said yes and yes so I stood up, turned to the corner, felt for it's presense and said aloud, "Now listen to me. Not today. Not now. You will not interfere with my son's bedtime. You need to go now." My son instantly said thank you and fell asleep.

I thought to myself, "So that's where the bed time monsters come from. Children are most susceptible to the unknown as they enter the sleep/dream state of mind. That's true for most if not all of us but seems stronger in children and those of a higher consience.


Well, that's my life story in a nutshell. I look forward to meeting you all. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Posted by Rebecca on 08/17/2008 02:35 PM

 
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