indigo girl

There’s this song I remember from when I was much younger.  It was my very first ringtone, back when cellphones just started playing tunes as ringtones.  It was called, indigo girl, by Watershed.  I could never understand why I liked this song so much.  It’s not really particularly memorable,  very basic chords, easy lyrics..   But when this song plays on the radio, it immediately draws my attention.  I can be inside the shop at the garage, buying cigarettes, I can be busy typing a difficult email at work or maybe just talking to someone in the car.. I can be in a crowded room with people yelling and screaming, doesn’t matter.  If it plays, I hear it.  It must have touched my soul for some reason, so I decided to do a bit of research to find out why:

Let’s start with the colour INDIGO:

INDIGO relates to the BROW chakra or third eye which is in the centre of the forehead.  (Amazing hey!!)   The related organs to this chakra are the eyes, lower head and sinuses and the endocrine gland is the pituitary gland.

Indigo relates to self-responsibility, that is to say, being responsible for one's own life; responsibility to oneself to follow the soul's path and needs and trusting one's own intuition. The ability to see things from a 'higher' viewpoint rather than purely for satisfaction of the ego or one's material comfort.  Intuitive messages are unique to you and are for your own personal development.

How gorgeous is that?

Some Positive and negative aspects of the colour Indigo

positive aspects of this colour	negative aspects of this colour
Highly intuitive	Separateness
Faithful	Fearful
Sense of unity	Intolerant
Fearless	Impractical
Devotion to duty	Judgmental
Articulate	Inconsiderate
Practical idealists	Depressed easily

So what is an Indigo Child?

Indigo children is a term used to describe children who are believed to possess special, unusual and sometimes supernatural traits or abilities. The term is pseudoscientific.   The idea is based on New Age concepts developed in the 1970s by Nancy Ann Tappe and further developed by Jan Tober and Lee Carroll.  The interpretations of these beliefs range from their being the next stage in human evolution, in some cases possessing paranormal abilities such as telepathy, to the belief that they are more empathetic and creative than their peers.

Kinda like Heroes, or the X-men... AWESOME!!!

Descriptions of indigo children include :

• the belief that they are empathetic, curious, strong-willed, independent, and often perceived by friends and family as being strange;
• possess a clear sense of self-definition and purpose;
• exhibit a strong innate sub-conscious spirituality from early childhood (which, however, does not necessarily imply a direct interest in spiritual or religious areas);
• a strong feeling of entitlement, or "deserving to be here."
• a high intelligence quotient, an inherent intuitive ability; and
• resistance to rigid, control-based paradigms of authority.

Interesting…

Mmmmm.... I don’t know what to make of all this yet…

Mmmmmm....

it took the death of hope to let you go...

Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again

So if you love me let me go
And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care
I can’t destroy what isn’t there
Deliver me into my fate
If I’m alone I cannot hate
I don’t deserve to have you
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago
If I can change I hope I never know

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn’t face a life without your lights
But all of that was ripped apart when you refused to fight

So save your breath, I will not care
I think I made it very clear
You couldn’t hate enough to love
Is that supposed to be enough?

I only wish you weren’t my friend
Then I could hurt you in the end
I never claimed to be a saint
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go

So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself
And I won’t listen to your shame
You ran away, you’re all the same
Angels lie to keep control
Ooh, my love was punished long ago

If you still care don’t ever let me know
If you still care don’t ever let me know

Slipknot - Snuff

a story about hope

One of my best friends Joe told me this story the other day.  A story that I love, that I will forever remember.  A short and sweet little story about hope:

So this guy – let’s call him Johnny, sits at home one day, on his couch, watching tv, when the doorbell rings.  He gets up and quickly walks over to the front door to open it.  When he opens the door, he sees his friend standing in the doorway.  He let’s out a sigh of disappointment and his eyes turn downward.  “What’s wrong” asks his friend, having noticed Johnny’s obvious sad reaction to his arrival.  “I just really hoped that you were the pizza delivery guy”, Johnny replied.  “Oh ok… Well did you order pizza?”  “No”, says Johnny.  “I just hoped”

And that to me, is the meaning of hope.

Thanks Joe

Xxx