A Long Rant

I have always had a rather large problem surrounding the whole indigo aura phenomenon—starting with the hype that 90% of todays children belong, and yet being one is “very special”. Seems to me that at that rate, all the other established aura colors are much more “special” and “precious” than the swarms of munchkins who apparently need to be all be treated differently than their non-indigo peers. (Send Susie and Jamie out of the classroom for a few hours… they’re the only non-indigos here.)

Have deep empathy for others, yet an intolerance of stupidity. Wendy Chapman writes this as one of the features defining an indigo adult. Well, if so, I call bullshit on 90% of the sort of mindless dribble that goes into how people talk about the indigo phenomenon.

Some of it seems like a way for those who are uncomfortable with breaking from their Christian roots to still embrace a more metaphysical approach to their worldview than is traditional to their faith. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking down on the Christian worldview, and I think that there is plenty of room for the spiritual and metaphysical within it. You just have to work harder for it (see: Martyr) But the indigo movement, because it doesn’t directly conflict with scriptural belief the way pagan faiths do, provides a lot of places for the Christian believer to suddenly believe all the wonky “fluffybunnypaganmagyck” nonsense that plagues that community, without having to separate themselves from the Lord our God.

Here’s the thing. I come out 100% indigo on any test you throw at me, including others’ “observations” of my color. It was so consistant at first I thought the personality test versions were skewed, and that everyone would be drawn to answer in an “indigo” way. It was pretty much only after I had everyone I know take the Barbara Bowers’s What Color is Your Aura? (the least fluffy bunny out of any I’ve seen) multiple choice that I was convinced that “indigo” wasn’t just a default answer (although I do still think that there are plenty of places, especially ones that just list “classic traits” that leave everyone feeling “hey that’s just like me”).

And when it comes to “metaphysical experiences”... I’m all over the map. There’s the ones that send you reeling, and the ones where you’re just left with a sense of “nope, not getting on that train, ‘cause it’s going to get stuck”. But I would never, ever presume to be more, or special, or gifted, or “the next stage in human evolution” for having them. And I resent having those labels put on me as much as I resent authority and all those other “classic indigo” rebellion traits.

So I guess I’m here, ranting like I own a soapbox, as an effort to find some sort of “real meaning” behind the new agey hock surrounding it (how very indigo of me). I’m not looking to be part of a “special club of me and everyone who thinks like me”, and I’m not interested in having my existance either validated or exploited by those seeking to cash in on this “new generation”. Real advice or dialogue is welcome. Pandering and nonsense will be mocked with every dark blue fiber of my soul.