Mental Meanderings

Misplaced Book, Tarot Cards & Indigo Children

Ok, so I've gone and put Page After Page down someplace that isn't the place it's supposed to be which means of course that I can't find it and I have no idea what the next exercise is supposed to be. Never fear, I'll find it tomorrow when I'm not so tired and wanting to get off to bed. Instead tonight I figured I'd grab a snip from my snippet folder and regal you with some random but hopefully interesting fact of my life.

I read tarot cards. There you go. See, interesting. Ok, I don't like to admit my primarily spiritualist heritage in mixed community because frankly it leans on the side of freaky with many people. There are so many sceptics in the world and while I'm not sceptic I maintain a firm degree of materialistic synicism that keeps me more grounded then I would otherwise be.

But yes, I read tarot cards. I'm also what is 'almost' considered an indigo child. I represent all those characteristics of an indigo child but I was born earlier than most theorist predict the era of indigo children begins so perhaps I'm a pre-indigo child or something equally strange.

For those of you who don't know, an Indigo Child is a child born from about the 1990's who show particular cosmic and spiritual insight and connection. Common representations of indigo children would involve, talking to people who 'don't exist', talking about seeing people who aren't there, drawing strange faces, sometime frightening faces, drawing and seeing bright colors around people, having a strange affinity with animals, knowing things before they happen, seeming to read thoughts, etc. Basically an Indigo Child is one who has incredible psychic tendancies. These children have been more and more common or perhaps their existence simply isn't as shunned and hidden and abhored as it used to be.

I was fortunate to grow up in a family that was very accepting of spirituality. In later years my mother actually ran The Australian Institute for Past Life Studies. She encouraged all her children to seek their own spiritual and religious paths and I appreciated the wealth of knowledge she provided us with. She still seeks her own path, studying all religions in depth and following her own personal creeds from what she learns. I've learnt to do the same thing so I tend to have an ecclectic mixture of beliefs, some of which are not founded on any specific religion at all.

Anyway, as a child I could 'see' things. I emphasis the word 'see' there because I never actually SEE anything, I sense things. I sense things as if they would be visual but it's not like an image on my retina. When I was very young I used to draw rainbows and colors around people. Even my mother had no idea what they were at the time but in the day of Aura Photography and Aura Cleansing and Aura Readings we look back and realise that's quite probably exactly what it was.

*grimaces* I feel weird talking about this. There is still so much taboo in the world and I remember being seriously sensored in school and being judged by my 'friends'. They didn't like some of the things I said or did.

One night, two of my sisters and I along with a friend were camping outside. It was a windy night. I remember the tent was well grounded but still sometimes felt like we'd be buffetted off into the darkness. The four of us sat in the tend, rugged up with blankets and sleeping bags and pillows. We chatted and giggled like young girls do. I felt relaxed and energised and just started letting myself be in that space when I saw him. He was a young boy. We were four teenage girls but this boy was more like 7 or 8 years old and he was sitting in the tent about a foot away from one of my sisters. I watched him a moment, tuned out to what my sisters were saying. When they called for my attention I shushed them and said, "There's a boy in the tent." They of course looked around and wondered what I was talking about so I clarified, "There is a ghost, he's a young boy who drowned in the swimming pool and he's sitting with us right over there."

Ok, so that didn't go down so well. The friend was intrigued and wanted to know more but my sisters freaked out and packed up to go inside. That's one of the major reasons I just don't like talking about it these days. We later learned that yes, a boy had drowned in the swimming pool. Our home used to be the site of the local swimming pool. It had been closed for years and we had filled the pool in when we moved in. We had been camping pretty much right on top of where the pool used to be.

Apparently seeing dead people doesn't go down too well with people. I supressed it then and still do to most degree's these days. I don't like 'seeing'. It's a very goosebumpy sensation and sometimes what I 'see' isn't very nice to feel. When I tune in I can sense all sorts of things. I often do it when my mother and I are watching a show like John Edwards because there is so much insight that they do clarify later in the show.

Anyway, so I guess that means I'm a medium. I'm also a fully trained past life regressionist although I haven't done a regression in about a decade. I'm trained in Reiki 2 which is a healing technique. I also read tarot although not particularly well. I can use the insight to help translate the cards but I still reference the books to be certain I'm on the right track.

Well, there you go, some completely weird facts I usually don't tell anyone about myself. Feel free to consider me a complete freak and never talk to me again or shock me by being curious instead. lol