Before you all castigate me for using bad puns, I know that’s a silly title for a post, and according to The Simpsons, puns are just lazy writing. But remember, from silly you’re likely to get more silly, and the initial silly in this case is the concept of Indigo Children.
Now, Skepchick has covered the topic of Indigo Children before, but this is a topic that just keeps on giving. So I’m resurrecting the subject for yet another go round.
Just a little background to refresh your memory:
. . . [E]ach universal age is accompanied by a preponderance of people with that life color. For instance now most adults are either Blue or Violet, the two colors with the attributes most needed in this the Violet Age of transition. During the next age, the Indigo Age, Indigo colors will be the norm (Understanding Your Life Through Color 1982).
. . . The Indigo label describes the energy pattern of human behavior which exists in over 95% of the children born in the last 10 years . . . This phenomena is happening globally and eventually the Indigos will replace all other colors. As small children, Indigoâ€™s are easy to recognize by their unusually large, clear eyes. Extremely bright, precocious children with an amazing memory and a strong desire to live instinctively, these children of the next millennium are sensitive, gifted souls with an evolved consciousness who have come here to help change the vibrations of our lives and create one land, one globe and one species. They are our bridge to the future.
Now, I don’t have any children, but if I did, I’m sure I’d not only love them unconditionally, but I’d profess their brilliance to the world from every mountaintop. Hey, it’s what parents do.
See, we’ve evolved to have a strong emotional attachment to our children to ensure we don’t run away from them immediately after they are born. Nature has seen to it that we stick around to raise the little ones until they themselves can have children, thus propagating the species.
Their cuteness is essentially a survival mechanism that not only keeps us around, but draws a deep-rooted admiration from us that we know as parental love. Their little quirks â€” the way they learn, the way they talk, the way they walk, the way they discover the world around them, the way they interact with other children â€” bolster that love, and in effect, cause us to see them as special, which further ensures that we protect them.
And that’s perfectly fine. Even though we know not every child is extremely special. In fact, most aren’t special at all. But a little parental delusion is easily palatable, especially if the survival of the human race depends on it.
But by all accounts, there are a lot of people who believe their children are these so-called Indigo children, as the many websites dedicated to the “phenomenon” would indicate. And according to these folks, their children are of a higher spiritual mind than most of the kids born some years before them. Oh, and they’re of a much higher spiritual mind than us lowly adults.
Now, I can’t speak for all you other “Blues” and “Violets” out there, but to me this whole idea simply sounds like a group of mothers who have taken the delusions about their children just a few steps too far. In their minds, their children are not only smarter and more beautiful than any other kid ever born, but “they are our bridge to the future”. They are the next phase in human evolution. They have achieved some form of divinity!
This notion does nothing if not imply that “Blues” and “Violets”, like you and me, are last year’s model. We’re not on the showroom floor anymore folks. We’re out on the back lot somewhere covered with rust and bird shit. The Indigos are the top draw now. Look, see how they shine. She how wonderful they are.
The sad truth is, this is more than just a simple case of parents exhibiting pride. It goes beyond bragging that little Johnny scribbled a novel on the pages of his coloring book and he’s only three years old. It runs deeper than entering little Suzy in the Tiny Miss Broward County Beauty Pageant because her dimples once brought a puppy back to life. According to proponents, Indigo Children are our spiritual betters. They are gifted souls. They are gods.
These deluded people would have us believe that when we walk down the aisle on an airplane and see an ankle-biter sitting in the seat next to ours, the tyke who’s going to keep us awake the entire flight and get sticky kid goo all over our clothes and in our hair has an evolved consciousness. In their minds, we are hardly worthy of breathing the same air as their children.
It’s pride run amok.
And if you’re wondering about the Indigo status of your own child, apparently there are ways to discern where your progeny falls on the color scale. Tappe indicates that parents can tell if their children are the next wave. She says if the children have “unusually large, clear eyes”, and if they are “bright, precocious children with an amazing memory and a strong desire to live instinctively”, they are Indigo Children.
Well, you can’t argue with that. I mean, the only kids I’ve ever seen that have big eyes and are fun-loving and impulsive are . . . umm . . . well, every kid I’ve ever met in my entire life.
But don’t be discouraged. That’s just my assessment, and I am admittedly just a Blue or Violet, according to aura-ology.
Unfortunately, there’s a new development where Indigos are concerned. We now have the first few waves of Indigos reaching adulthood. And so the question becomes, what happens to these kids when they get to be adults? After years of being told they are special, are they destined to fall on their faces?
Well, apparently not; at least not as long the crazy train keeps rolling.
There are those who continue to believe they are somehow special, and apparently there are enough older believers to perpetuate the delusions. The good news is, for those of us with our heads on relatively straight, this is not much of a problem. Folks swimming in this particular sea of delusion usually have no affect on us, so we don’t really care.
However, there are those out there that are now taking advantage of the foundations of crazy laid down by Tappe and the other Indigo originators all those years ago.
Check out Gary Mannion’s website. Mannion is a 19 year-old young man who claims to be a psychic surgeon, a clairvoyant medium, a hypnotherapist, and an Indigo Child specialist. According to a first person article from High Spirit Magazine posted on his About page, he says he is all these wonderful things today, because:
. . . . from a young age, [I] was seeing and conversing with entities that were not physically there . . . I was classed with A.D.H.D, put on Ritalin, and regularly sent to see a childhood psychologist. . . .[M]y parents saw a programme on the side effects of this drug and took me off it straight away. This left me able to understand the way my mind worked. . . This is what has given me all my firsthand experience on working with fellow Indigo Children . . .
So here’s a guy who didn’t discover his Indigo-ness until he got off Ritalin. He wasn’t just a little shit who couldn’t behave. He was special, too. By god, he’s an Indigo. And now just look at all the things he can do!
Hardly impressive or worth our time, right?
Well, probably not, until you consider that this guy has co-opted a set of bullshit ideas and now claims that path has led him to other wonderful abilities, like performing psychic surgery!
Am I the only one who smells a scam here? Am I the only one who can see how this can be dangerous?
Now, again I know I’m just a Blue and/or Violet, but it seems to me that it’s a bad idea to teach kids to think they are something special when they are not, irrespective of the New AgeÂ nonsense used to spruce it up. Far too often, the child treated as special grows up and, like the rest of us, discovers that he or she is indeed not very special. And dealing with that reality becomes a problem. A sense of entitlement is a difficult thing to rid oneself of, and the expectations that certain things will be automatically granted are rarely, if ever, met.
And of course there’s the possibility that, like Gary Mannion, some enterprising kid will get wind of this IndigoÂ claptrap and use it to scam a lot of New Age believers out of some hard earned dough. Which isn’t too daunting a prospect, until some poor sucker decides to forego medical procedures so old Gary can cure his or her cancer with sleight of hand and chicken blood.
We at Skepchick understand that there are many of them, but I purposely didn’t remark on any of the parentsÂ who believe that theirÂ autistic child (or other handicapped child)Â is anÂ Indigo Child because that’s a whole other level of denial.