Superstitious Friday… check the date

Break out the champagne folks for it’s Friday the 10 + 3! Just imagine, if there were more superstitious people in the world, how clear the roads would be! Ok I don’t drive but I was thinking of you.

Me, Superstitious? My family embody the word as if it were the very clothes they wear on their backs! Ok, not that bad but there are certain things that you just don’t do, things you do should you do the “do not do’s” and meanings to arbitrary things.

If you drop a knife there will be a male visitor is the one I remember the most, I’ve tested it out often but to no avail. Perhaps this is a once in the life time thing and now I’ve used up all my “chances”.

Spill salt and you have to pick up a pinch of it with your right hand and immediately throw it over your left shoulder so that you keep the devil at bay. Out of interest this one dates back to biblical times when salt was a highly prized commodity. It was expensive, crucial in preserving food, and was often used in lieu of currency. So spilling salt was considered an almost sacrilegious offence, and left one perilously exposed to the devil’s machinations. Perhaps it was invented to bring society in line and conserve - wouldn’t that be a new concept!

Do you know that you can find a four leaf clover in Hawaii and very rarely anywhere else? This said I have searched my entire life for a leaf that I was told if found would bring me immense luck. I have now informed the rest of the family to stop looking, it’s on an Island far far away. We are now planning a mass family vacation to Hawaii.

Walking under a ladder is just not done, let me repeat that, it is not done! Bad luck with no end date because you broke the holy trinity triangle that a leaning ladder makes. Violating that triangle puts you in league with the devil. I was dared by my class at the age of 16 to walk under a ladder, I was petrified but did the before and after anti-curse mantra’s so felt after. I have never been the same since.

Black cats? We have never owned them, just imagine how much bad luck we’d have every time it crossed our path, yes, way too much for us to handle. Rather, should a black cat cross our path, make the sign of the cross on our chests in order to protect ourselves from bad luck and prevent the cat from drawing all your energy and good fortune away. Strangely enough the neighbourhood black cat comes and sits with me most nights and talks to me endlessly about the fast and the slow birds of life. This poor kitty cat has a bad rep just because in ancient Egypt, the Goddess Bast was a black, female cat. Christians, wanting to rid society of all traces of other religions, convinced the ignorant that black cats were demons in disguise and should be destroyed. Shocking really.

When visiting our house or another family members, please leave your umbrella outside or at the very least close it before entering. If you’re going to be crazy fine but just don’t put the umbrella over your head because you will be cursed for the rest of your life. That is unless you partake in certain rituals that could cleanse you, might! I personally have always wondered if this was brought about in order to get people to not bring in soaking wet umbrella’s…

Horse farmers are one of the luckiest people alive, right along side the Hawaiians of course. Lucky? They practically manufacture horseshoes and don’t be conned with the “but I love horses that is why I spent 100k+ on Lady-Luck”… its a farce, they are just buying luck!

I remember at one stage while walking down the road I had to jump over the cracks as I found them. This didn’t last long mainly for the fact that if I were to follow this rule here in Africa I’d have to fly, at the very least, purchase a hover craft (a pink one!).

Ah those were the days, we’d see a rainbow and try find the end, we were going to be the first ones to find that pot of gold. Sure as luck would have it, or should I say rather not, we never did find the end of the rainbow but learnt to appreciate its wickedness along the way. Instead we find golden copper dented coins on the pavement and on good days notes… consolation prize. If you find money lying in the street, pick it up and put it in your pocket, it will bring you luck and good will, perhaps even make you rich. Strangely I always find money in the street, 5c coins each and every time!

Different coloured stones bring you luck, I wear Amber around my neck in Celtic setting. I very rarely take it off and it’s meant to bring me luck with health, I beg to differ but I think its beautiful. Growing up we’d go play in the gemstones off cuts and choose the stones that we liked, spoke to us or yeah… you get the point.

There are so so many of these delights that were taught to me, perhaps to you as well…

If you blow out all of the candles on your birthday cake with the first breath you will get whatever you wish for. Personally I have only managed to do this twice and subsequently have to accept the fate of the alternative.

]An itchy palm means money will come your way, I have prayed for this one but to no avail…

A cricket in the house brings good luck, who ever thought of this one was hard of hearing…

A ringing in your ear means someone is talking about you…. rather irritating

If you shiver, someone is casting a shadow on your grave - I don’t believe this one though…

… and finally if you break a mirror it is a guaranteed 7 years bad luck, mine are coming to an end soon, I am in my 6th year.

In order to break a spell one has to turn around seven times in a clockwise circle… an odd thing to know as a kid *shrug*

I am blessed however to not have been taught any of these…

Friday the thirteenth is an unlucky day - do NOT leave the house, drive a car (sorted already thanks), light a fire or anything else, avoid living on this day then I suppose!

For good luck, wear new clothes on Easter - and for the rest of the year????

If the bottom of your feet itch, you will make a trip - itch feet ITCH

When a dog howls, death is near - well then I am surprised… the neighbours dogs don’t know how to bark they permanently howl (yes they are fine they just howl)

It is bad luck to chase someone with a broom - Oh gosh now I find out, I have been riding my broom for years chasing my brother towards the cliff!!!

A sailor wearing an earring cannot drown - can someone please tell me how this would save him??? Is it something to hook onto when pulling him ashore?

Animals can talk at midnight on Christmas Eve - yes, but generally they can’t walk in a straight line

Have you ever been tortured like I have?

Happy freaky friday 10 + 3 (sorry it’s bad luck to type it out)

… finally I couldn’t resist this music video, oh how fashion has changed (perhaps not!!!)

Europe - Superstitious

Graphic Play - Becoming

A simple graphic but with many symbolic representations. When I start out creating these images there is no plan, there is no idea in mind, they happen in a clear mind. This one is entitled Becoming, why? It is the transcension from the pre-awakened form to the new improved version.

The symbols are everywhere, for me it was much like spot the difference, perhaps it is the same for you.

The difference in the “old me” versus the “genuine meant to be me product” as I see them:

If you look at both their faces, you will see that they are vastly different. The one towards the back seems dissatisfied with life, the one in the fore bows his head in acceptance of being who he is, who he really is.

The neck line on the one in the back has no particular shape, the one in the front is in the form of a heart filled with white light.

The one in the back has no wings, he is disconnected from the other realms of being, the one in the front is spiritually connected.

The one is darker and seems shrouded, in the background, leading me to think that he is shrouded by society, fake outside projected to the world, his true self is in hiding from the world. The one in the fore is illuminated, he is more certain of himself and his place in the world through accepting who he is and his life’s purpose.

They both have the same shirt on but the one in the back carries labels, the one in the fore they are blanked out, he is more raw and stands as himself not as the world sees him.

The circles of light are the many hurdles and challenges that the one in the back, the old him, had to take in order to get to where he is now, evolved into to the person in the front. They are different colours and sizes symbolizing the variance of difficulty and risk.

That is my interpretation, what do you see?

The Man in the Moon and the two worlds he watches over…

I love full moon in the Southern Hemisphere, there is something about the clarity of the man in the moon that fills me with peace. I am a full moon person, people who know me know that when it is in the sky I seem to morph into a verbally hyperactive nutter. How do I know it is full moon tonight? Because the whole day I have been hyper emotionally sensitive to my surroundings and people. I feel more intensely the violence in my country, the sadness in others and the anger that they hold within them. It feels so intense at times that I feel it closing me in.

Odd? Perhaps it is just that I am insane, perhaps it is fact that the moon’s energy courses through me and awakens certain things within me. During these times I also feel disconnected from the people in my life, like a third party observer, they try to connect with me but I just feel like the umbilical cord has been cut. To correct this measure I become hyperactive verbally in hope that no one will notice. Some times it is better than others, today seems über.

For the last couple of days I have been trying to meditate, when I do I seem to go into this deep gorge and feel intense pressure on my head, like two hands are clasping it and pushing hard… am I mad??? Yes I have come to this conclusion.

As I sit here and type this I am outside with the man in the moon smiling down at me reminding me of my adventures on Sunday and how I found a new dam close by down a hill I had never ventured. The water was so still, like glass on a mirror, only the odd flying fish (trout is my guess) piercing its perfect skin every couple of minutes broke the illusion that my eyes perceived. I sat there for a long time absorbing its beauty as the music for my soul played on through my earphones.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing, for how long I can not say, I felt such peace being near the water and in nature it was amazing. When I opened my eyes it was as if I was seeing the world with new eyes, afresh with new vision.

The reflection on the water is the reflection of the world as it is today and the surrounding earth is the true world, one that we don’t often see, one that we are so often blinded to by perceived society.

The ripples that were made on the waters surface were like what a good friend once told me, the deeds done by those that care, those that want to make a difference. Although they may seem small or have little affect, they spread, add enough ripples and you get waves.

Those ripples are the hope that is in the world, they are the people who care, who want to make a difference, who want to heal the world, piercing the reflection that of perceived reality.

There are two world’s one is real and one is perceived to be real, those who cause the ripples see both and feel it’s need. Each person who has a desire to pierce the glass surface of society, who want to heal, have a mission on earth, they have a purpose and they embody hope.

Cause enough ripples and they become waves, waves of change, waves of hope. The waves slowly pass over the boundary between reflection and earth, becoming one and the same… the real world

We humans will always have the choice of embracing the reflection or the truth, if we embrace the truth then we accept our purpose and our mission. Each little thing that you do, each gift of giving, of caring makes a difference whether you believe it or not, your actions are those ripples in the reflection, you are hope.

To some of you this may seem like a loony tune on cartoon network, to some of you perhaps you will understand the true meaning of my words. To those who know my address I am not there if you want to send the straight jacket, send it to the moon for I am sipping a Martini with the Man and smiling down on you.

To the man in the moon, how about you?

Angels in Shadows

Perhaps this means something to you perhaps it doesn’t either way I’m going on gut…

Messages in Pictures

Graphic play in abstract with more words than the spoken tongue carrying a simple message…

Sunglasses and the Soul

Have you ever owned a pair of sunglasses that fog up when you are out walking or when the day is hot? If you don’t have the right glasses on they fog up to the point, that if you don’t take them off, you literally can’t see two feet in front of you. Ten to one they are not the right glasses, not specially designed or right, not Gucci but rather a cheaper sideline.

Such is life, we put sunglasses on to cover our eyes from the glare, both the glare of life and that of emotional pain. Put the wrong sunglasses on and the fog prevents us from seeing the full picture, we become blinded to the true vision of life, our souls are blocked from experiencing what it’s meant to experience.

Today I found it difficult to meditate, my mind was foggy and sluggish. I couldn’t get my head around it, I walked this morning thinking that perhaps that would clear it but to no avail. I concentrated on my breathing more than ever, that didn’t clear the fog either. So by this afternoon I decided that I need to go for a longer walk and let it all go, let my disturbance with the fog go and just walk without thinking only breathing.

At first I found myself talking to the higher power asking for guidance in this journey I find myself in and to guide me fast. After I “uttered” the fast part of it I just stopped and stood in the road giggling like a person who had lost their mind fully. How ironic, that while I am trying to find calm and my centre, that I want to do it in a fast way, this is not possible, it happens when all the other puzzle pieces are in place, it happens at the right time.

I started to worry that I had over done it last night for I had had such a deep meditation that it really felt like I was not in my body anymore, I was also playing with light. I started thinking that perhaps I shouldn’t push things too fast that maybe, just maybe, I need to listen to my own advice and allow the process go at its own pace. So on I walked coming to the big pond with the ducks in, I just stood there realising exactly what I had been doing. After the realisation hit I took note of each obstacle and thought that had been in my mind till that point, recognised it and accepted each one. After that I felt a peace and understanding envelope me once more.

The fog in my mind was still there as I continued to walk up the hill although not as heavy. That was when my stomach woke up to tell me that I had forgotten to eat the whole day, all I had had was a delicious Kit Kat for breakfast. I am useless without food, if I don’t eat regularly I get groggy and at times faint, here I was stressing so much about an “open” mind that I had forgotten to look after the very vessel I inhibit, ironic.

Lesson learned, while on the journey to find your centre don’t forget to look after your body, it is fine feeding your mind but one has to remember to look after the rest as well. Less coffee and more tea, less wine and more grape juice, less chocolate and more food packed with wholesome goodness. How can you expect the soul, or the mind for that matter, to operate at full capacity when your energy levels are low due to lack of food, you can’t.

I then realised that by my sunglasses fogging up it was symbolic of the fact that I have two pairs, it is up to me which one I choose to wear, the one that fogs up or the ones that remain clear. I’ve chosen the latter for I want to see the world in its true light, I don’t want to be inhibited by fog anymore.

As I walked on I started to feel the tingles on my skin again, felt as if energy was rushing from the ground up to my finger tips as they moved through the air, the fog on my sunglasses started to clear and I smiled.

For every step backwards it is two steps forward…

I choose Gucci how about you?

Journey to my Soul

“I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths where your life wells forth.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Imagine you are standing in a crowd of 300,000 people looking for your friend who is somewhere in the middle. You start walking in the direction of your friend, searching and searching, your walk slowly becomes a run as the panic within you grows, soon each of person in that mass starts to resemble the next, you search and your panic grows. Every single person is moving constantly, no one is standing still, confusing you even more. In your panic to find your friend, you start running wildly in the direction you think will lead you to your friend only to find that you have been running in circles the whole time. Panic panic and more panic, chaos reigns and envelopes you, your body is tired, your breath hard to catch and you still haven’t gotten any closer to finding your friend… chaos.

Breathe…

That was my mind, all the thoughts running wildly through my head akin to the mass of 300,000 people all moving at once to different rhythms all at once. A constant wave of thought all jumbled into a little park that is my mind with no bench to rest my weary feet. Panic started to overcome my spirit, I knew that I needed to find peace, I knew that things were getting dangerously chaotic in my mind but I didn’t know how to slow it down. No, this was not a conscious thought, at times perhaps it was, but it was just one of the 300,000 roaming around the corridors of my mind. I knew that I needed something but I did not know what, I was desperate without knowing just how desperate I was.

Now imagine that crowd of 300,000 in a high walled maze akin to those invented by the master puzzlers. The walls reaching the height of skyscrapers, so high in the sky blocking out the light from the sun. You are still searching for your friend in the centre but now you not only have 300,000 to contend with and sift through but also possible dead ends and wrong turns. Panic fills every ember of your being, the inability to see further than the next wall, never knowing whether you are closer or further away from the centre. Not knowing your Arthur from your Martha increases the panic and chaos, panic, panic, panic!

Breathe…

Every wall in that maze held emotional pain that was blocked from healing, each brick held pain and suffering yet to be felt. The crowd alone can cause much chaos and confusion, when you add the emotional walls on top of that you’re looking at absolute mindlessness. These walls were up for a reason, they were erected in times when, had I not put them up, I would quite possibly not have survived, they served a purpose. Problems come in when those walls stay erected, when we don’t face those emotions we “felt” during those times. They tie us down like heavy chains preventing us from experiencing true freedom, they inhibit us in our dealings with others and stunt our growth both spiritually and emotionally.

When I first heard about my friend Lee’s lymphatic cancer last year it hit me like a ton of bricks right between the eyes, it was both a wake up call and a realisation. I knew that I could not waste anymore time searching for my friend in the middle of the crowded room filled with tall walls, I had to find the centre and fast. At the time I did not know what I was searching for, I did not know what it looked like nor what it was, all I knew was that I HAD to find it. It felt as though there was a piece to the puzzle missing, a gap, that I could not see, I just knew that it was not there. It was once again not a conscience thought it was more an inner knowing, an inner longing that no words can describe apart from “craving”. With this craving flowing through my entire being I quit my job that had by that time deteriorated to the point that I had to watch my back constantly (Fighting the Gut). The journey to my soul had officially began without me even realising it.

After quitting my job I flew to England for interviews, got an amazing job and then had my visa declined three times. I got to see my friend in hospital, experience his love and his forgiveness (I got the chance, will you? and Life’s Lessons in those around us). During this whole time it felt as though I was on the right path, the knowing that burned within me pushed me forward through each hurdle. My outright certainty confused those in my life, they often told me that I was mad, that I need to be realistic and make decisions, each time I told them that I am following my gut, that I trust it. I had decided that the only way to find my friend, my centre, in a crowd of 300,000 was to listen to it and follow the directions it gave blindly.

When I got the phone call with the news that my soul brother had passed on I felt ice cold water flow through my veins and then a warmth, I was numb. My friends death shook my very core, it seemed to realign the walls in my mind causing the shaken foundations to falter and a few bricks to fall, it opened me up to feeling real emotions once more, but not totally. It also caused the 300,000 strong crowd to expand to 600,000 with increasing speed and chaotic frenzy.

Now imagine a 600,000 strong crowd of thoughts with faltering walls, the walls don’t stand much chance at all. The thoughts pushed and pushed causing a few of the walls to begin to crack, some to fall and others crumble. Where in the past I would have remained cold I was warmed with the intensity of my loss, a gateway had formed and the 600,000 strong crowd of thoughts ran riot, it felt as if a calm had come over me. A calm? A calm because those 600,000 thoughts were not walled in anymore, restraining them, they were not bouncing off walls continuously anymore, they were free to roam.

Once that gateway opened up and what I thought was a calmer state of being enveloped me it felt as though I was once again on the right road to freedom, I was getting closer to the centre where my friend was. The problem though is that when we are so used to a crowed head, just a few walls breaking down makes one think that you are closer than you really are. I was, in reality still very far from finding my friend, a 600,00 strong crowd is not freedom.

I returned to South Africa subdued and yet excited about my journey, to me I was making progress, learning life lessons and using them for good. My friends death had taught me to live and to not give up on searching, it reinvigorated me in my quest to find the centre. Some might say it is crazy and pointless to go searching for something in the middle of a crowd that big especially if you don’t even know what you are looking for, it all depends on how you look at it.

Slowly I started to settle down, now awaiting another round of visa applications for Ireland (Hello destiny my friend) I suddenly found myself with a lot of time on my hands. What does time do? It gives you time to think, bad? I don’t think so, by actively thinking you start facing the demons, recognising them and processing them. Suddenly I found myself once more contemplating life and the lessons I had learnt up to that point (Putting Humpty Dumpty back together again). At this stage I was still unaware of how to find the centre of the crowd, I was still searching endlessly but this time with less panic for each thought that I started addressing started knocking the numbers down, slowly the 600,000 became 500,000.

As I said before, when you are so used to a chaotic crowd in your mind it is what we see as normal, that normality prevents us from seeing further than the chaos. We become blinded to other options, and in some cases, we fear those options when they are suggested, why? Because by nature we fear change, change in what we know, our chaos becomes our comfort. Ironic? Yes.

I was once talking to a friend online when she told me to stop screaming at her, I was shocked. The chaos in my head, although diminished from the last count, was still strong causing my words and speech to jump like a jumping jack reflecting what was going on in my head. When I heard those words it clicked, in that instant when I typed “CALM” I felt a clarity overtake me. It was then that I realised that it was because of the crowd that I would never be able to find the centre, I would forever be searching but never finding. How could I find the centre when there were so many thoughts crowding my mind?

From that moment on, feeling that clarity of calmness and lack of crowds in my mind I started to say the world “calm” out loud when ever I felt that my head was getting jumbled. When talking to someone or typing I would repeat it over and over again either out loud or just in my head. Slowly time passed and it became a habit, when something upset me I would say “calm… calm… calm”. I started to see things differently, seeing things that were right before my eyes before but never noticed. Slowly I realised that I both had to and could break down the walls that I had erected all those years ago (Love who you are just as you are, Iridescent stars within the dark of night, This is my now).

With this new clarity and calm I felt the urge to start walking again, I loaded some quiet inspirational music that I felt talked to my soul on my mp3 player, plugged in the earphones and started walking. The music seemed to touch my inner core, the words spoke to me more than ever before. In the past music just related to my past, the things behind and in front of the walls, never before had it really related to anything else, like nature, how the world worked or what really needs to be done (Humans in Nature, Winds of change). I thought of them about these things often but never concentrated, my thoughts were always clouded, now they were crystal clear like a waterfall falling through the air.

Chatting to a friend she suggested that perhaps I get some meditation CD’s and start meditating to try and bring more calmness to my mind. I still had a 200,000 strong crowd bantering away in my head, I seemed to be running away instead of embracing the quiet with open arms. A latent fear clung to me, letting go of everything and embracing the quiet and the space I was in was saying goodbye to the life I knew and accepting a new improved but very different one, I was scared.

I went out and bought Meditation CD’s and started researching ways on the Internet to meditate. I was shocked at how much information was out there that gave you all the know how of doing it - this coming from someone who uses the internet as her primary learning tool it’s quite shocking that it never crossed my mind to do it before! So I read up on it and I started to sit on my bed just after I woke up with the meditation CD’s playing in the background. I concentrated on my breathing counting to 5 as I drew in and then 5 and I breathed out again slowly. After a while I began to feel the breath filter through my body and a clear open space within me opened up. I can’t explain its clarity or its perfection, it was safe and pure, clear of rubble and clutter, I felt like I could float in there. I was systematically breaking wall by wall down without even realising it (Downward Spiral of Self Doubt)

When I opened my eyes it was with a new vision, less opinions and more options. I started looking at everything in a new light. Where before I would look at a tree and see its branches or that it had lost some leaves now I saw the tree as an integral part of the universe, I saw it as a symbol in life and I took from it a message. Food started tasting different, things that were bland before became more flavour filled, my sense of touch heightened as well. People touching me freaked me out because it lingered on my skin for a long while afterwards and I couldn’t shake it. Things were new, I was a kid again, I was slowly shedding my adult skin and seeing the world as was intended (I’m done starving my soul, Universal Respect?).

I started meditating more and more after that first experience of what I call an open mind. Soon I found myself closing my eyes every opportunity I got, concentrating on my breathing and finding that open space again. My focus was to try and quieten my mind, a hard task with the now 100,000 thoughts cascading left, right and centre. I started to visualise each one coming towards me as I stood in that open space, I would look at each onr, see it for what it was, recognise it and then accept it.

This is a long journey, one I have often wished for a magic wand in order to speed it all up or to just make it happen. What I now realise is that the spirit within each of us, our souls know the pace they need to go, there is no rushing or pushing it to go faster. I have finally managed to quieten the mindless chatter in my head during meditation, sometimes thoughts will pop in and I once again recognise them and accept them then tell myself to let it go. Slowly, the more I do it, the longer the chatter stays away, I can now sit quietly embracing my space in total silence, breathing in and out light and energy of the colour I choose. I’ve started experimenting as well, I read that Buddhists when cold visualise warm colours flowing with their breathe, the other night I tried it and I started sweating on the coldest of nights.

For all the years I have searched for something that all along existed within me, I have been searching for my centre, my core, my soul. I am close, I can feel it in every breath that I take, the walls are falling, I am breathing in healing, for the first time in my life I am becoming me, the real me.

Through everything I have been through, all the lessons that life has given me this lesson is the both the greatest and most important. We are so used to chaos that we forget to embrace the quiet, I have not walked into a single thing (Mistakes and the funny side of life) since I embraced my space and the body I am in, I don’t judge just see, I don’t have opinions but look for options…

I now look at the world with a new pair of eyes and it’s beautiful, I see life for the first time and I am grateful beyond any words that a dictionary can offer…

To all those who have helped me I thank you

Learning to blow dry my hair…

Blow drying my hair is something I never do, it seems to take so much time and with my hair being straight it generally follows the principle of “Get out of bed and go” principle. This is not to say I haven’t tried in the past, though it’s always alone and when no one is looking because the reflection in the mirror often resembles that of a monkey trying to reach for a banana in the tree only to fall out of the tree like this …

When I look in that mirror, brush in one hand, the hair dryer in the other and try to get my hands to work as they should it all goes haywire to the extreme. Learning to look in the mirror and know how to work with the reflection takes time, patience and the willingness to learn.

In life there are many such mirrors, we often write them off because we plain and simply do not have time to waste on them, we are rushing from one thing to the next, always on the go. The reflection of ourselves or the opposite of ourselves (which ever perspective you would like to use) can irritate us and drive us crazy, our patience levels are tested and often we will just throw the brush down, switch off the plug and say good riddance.

Only problem is that no matter what we do, no matter how hard we try and run from the mirrors in our lives they will always be there. Perhaps it is better to stand there and learn how to deal with these opposites, learn how to work the situation, how to move and have patience. Life would then be easier, your hair wouldn’t get all in a tizz nor would it stand out in all the directions you were trying to avoid. Life would be simpler if we embraced the opposites, tried to understand them and work with them.

Not one person is the exact same as the next, embrace the mirror and learn how to blow dry your hair…

Embrace the differences for it means you aren’t a clone!

POST NOTE: No I am not like the monkey in the video but I thought I’d try and get you falling off your chair with laughter

Indigo Purpose

A little while ago I posted an article on Indigo Adults and Children, if that one clicked then perhaps this one will as well. Read the below paragraph’s and if it it strikes a cord click through to the link’s at the end, if not then think me crazy I don’t mind for there is always sanity in insanity…

• The Indigo passages are particularly rough and difficult for a reason. They burn away the dross and lassitude and inner ignorance and fear and temper us for strength in our true work here. The personal victory over our problems in our personal lives and our discovery and use of the unique Indigo gifts we have gives us the depth of experience to weather the difficulties the entire world faces. With our own rough passages behind us, our job is to assume a role of mentor and quiet leadership for those who also seek Light. All the pain and suffering is our ‘been there, done that, here’s what I did to get past it’ card. And it teaches us perseverance and gives us a depth of inner reserve that will be needed in the difficult days to come.

• Indigos of all ages are frustrated by the shallowness of society at large, because they like to dig deeply into things that interest them. If TLC or the Discovery channel runs an in-depth series of documentaries on a subject the Indigo is interested in, they are in hog heaven. But heaven forbid if the subject is superficially approached or lightly referred to, because Indigos want to know EVERYTHING, and RIGHT NOW. (And I say, thank God and the Cold War for the Internet.)
  

• All Indigos are aware that they are very different from the rest of the people in this world. Depending on the influences around them, this can be positive or negative. Positively influenced Indigos can grow their gifts more easily in an encouraging atmosphere. Negatively encouraged Indigos have more of a battle, which can result in a heavy build up of pent up rage. This rage has to be adequately discharged and grounded in order for the Indigo to get in touch with his or her innate gifts.

• Indigos like to make up their own rules and systems as they go along. They have an innate feel for the natural order of things, but to many people this ‘order’ looks a heck of a lot like total chaos. Older Indigos have an inherent distaste for big government and interfering systems, and quietly long for true independence from ‘systems’ like the economy, money, and salaried work. But they also have the common sense and intelligence to make these systems work for them, and understand that overt street protesting, violence and anarchy are not the way to go. Some will even hold their noses and involve themselves personally in these systems, using their Mission instincts to quietly change them for the better from within.

• Religions both fascinate and repulse all Indigos. The genuine soul-felt knowledge that God/dess dwells within you is the kernel of Gnostic (which means “to know”) wisdom. Many Indigos become experts on many religions- dogma and ritual are fascinating to them, and they study them for their use as tools of Awakening. Sometimes they will even join a religious sect for a while, but generally do not stay.

• We resist cultural gender programming. I have been told that I ‘think like a guy’ although I am a woman. If you test your Indigo children for ‘gender’ oriented abilities, you will find that each sex tests just as well in the ‘opposite’ skill sets. So girls will have high spatial and mathematical abilities, and boys will have high linguistic and cognitive abilities.

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Winds of Change

I just got back from the beach, just love going there, feeling the power of the ocean crash against the shore, feeling it’s energy course through me, can’t help but smile it always seems to rejuvenate me. Today is a public/bank holiday so we thought the beach would be packed but alas it was empty par for a few fellow walkers and beach lovers… why? because of the wind, it was howling blue murder, chucking sand about and making mini tornado’s out of each grain.

Walking down the beach the wind to our my back pushing me along, its power was strong but I could stand up relatively straight, it increased my walking speed and pushed me forward. On the way back though I was walking directly into the wind, it tugged at my clothes and kept on unrolling my neatly (virgo) rolled pants. I kept on bending down to roll them back up only to have them tugged down again and again - did this stop me? No but eventually I just went with it and let the wind do what it wanted with my pants, it was pointless fighting it.

When I bent down to roll my pants up again it struck me, how true to life is that? When we walk into the winds in our lives, facing it head on, fighting it and trying to change them we just struggle harder, often getting thrown lobsided, sometimes it can be so strong that we fall to the ground. Fighting head first into the winds of change only causes more grief, pain and slows us down on our paths of life. We also often forget the lessons that we learnt before, how many times must I learn not to open my mouth to laugh or talk when walking straight into the wind only to learn the hundredth time that get a mouthful of crunchy sand.

On the other hand when I was walking with the wind, as I said before, you end up moving faster, as it is in life. By not fighting the winds of change, by accepting them and going with them we tend to move faster, the lessons stay with us easier. Our hair might blow in our faces from time to time, our paces might skip and jump but ultimately when we just “go along for the ride” it is easier and less painful, less irritation and less sand in your mouth.

So as we were walking face first into the strong wind, pushing me left, right and almost over completely, sand in my mouth and eyes, hair doing gymnastics of every kind my mother suggested that we stop and have an ice-cream. I just looked at her as if she was mad, then I thought a bit and said well why the hell not, lets do it! Her suggestion made me stop and think of how so often when the winds are so strong in our lives we stop treating ourselves, we stop the small pleasures just because we fear getting sand in them, we fear the wind of change so much that we just don’t live nor enjoy it.

With that realisation firmly placed in every brain cell we went off and got our ice-creams, opened the wrappers and started devouring them (absolutely delishous!). We started our walk back to the car once more the wind to our backs, going with the wind not one grain of the zillion in the air touched my yummy ice-cream. It was such a pleasure, I enjoyed every minute of it so towards the end (I didn’t want to waste) I decided to do a test to see if it was a fluke of nature that no sand was getting stuck in the soft ice-cream. I turned around and faced head on the strong wind only to find that suddenly it was covered in sand… the lesson was learnt.

We can’t fight the winds of change, it only slows us down rather we must go along with it and enjoy the small pleasures when we get the opportunity to have them…

Post Note: I just found some ice-cream on my nose, firstly it is very nice that no one told me about this especially seen as we stopped at the shops on the way home but secondly how true is that? When we fight the wind of change how often do we get mud on our face? (ice-cream is now off my nose but just found some in my hair lovely)

The ice-cream was great when I walked with the wind, enjoy the simple moments, don’t fight it just go with it

I leave you with The Scorpions, Wind of Change

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in
and Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
and Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

Walking down the street
and Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
and Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change