An Indigo child simply can't reach full maturity. It’s as if they either remain stuck in a state of perpetual childhood, or they carry around this internal "inner child" that acts like a literal toddler deep within their psyche.
I find myself much more concerned about those individuals who went through specific, turbulent phases during their teenage years and were essentially tossed aside—left to rot in the metaphorical trash bin of memory—than I am about people who have been consistently mistreated since the very beginning.
Humility... It’s almost as if the soul is simply too lazy to grasp the conversation we're having here.
You see, humility is really just self-awareness, which, when you think about it, is two sides of the exact same coin.
It isn't an emotion at all.
Emotions belong to the physical body.
Yes, precisely that, and I've been dwelling on this quite a bit over the last week.
One should listen to that lazy soul with true humility.
Humility is being able to admit, for instance, that you have a material desire.
Like wanting a new Apple phone.
That realization right there? That is humility.
It is pure self-awareness and awareness of one's own state.
Stripped of all the extra fluff.
The mindset of "I want it all and I want it now" is definitely not what we call humility.
No, that's just saying, "I want A, B, C, and D, and I need them this very second."
That is merely logic.
Or intuition.
I don't get it. I humbly admit my lack of understanding and refuse to force the concept into my brain.
Humility is woven into everything around us, and I honestly can't wrap my head around why people insist on attaching all these heavy religious meanings to it.
Just look at that guy on the TV right now, claiming "Apple leads you straight to Russia." There's something interesting in that thought.
I don't know, folks, this whole concept of the ego... I mean, really think about it for a second... It’s just so incredibly small and fragile most of the time, isn't it? And yet, somehow, it manages to make such a grand, sweeping entrance.
It isn't primarily about how massive or inherently malicious it might be; rather, it’s more about that secondary behavior—the way it trips over itself, trying so desperately to polish its own image and preen.
It’s entirely possible to induce these states naturally, though I wouldn't call it spontaneous—it requires a certain level of conscious direction. If you truly possess a deep-seated intention, rather than just a passing whim, for spiritual expansion, you begin to intuitively trigger specific areas of the psyche. You essentially have to give your rational mind some time to catch up with where you're headed.
This is precisely why we see madness surfacing so frequently as an unintended side effect.
It happens when you achieve a distance from the intellect—which can be quite "beneficial" because the ego stops micromanaging everything—but the danger lies in the fact that once you lose that control, you aren't really steering the ship anymore either. That is why pursuing spirituality based solely on mere desire, without the grounding force of true intention, is incredibly perilous.
Just one final thought, though—while the question and answer seem to land perfectly, the rest feels a bit too much like a romance novel for my taste! Still, I truly appreciate the sentiment, Brian Foster3.
I am sharing a deeply soulful experience here, so I ask you, dear reader, to approach this without the interference of your thoughts; just try to feel it.
It’s about a certain sensation... a lesson within a lesson... one I am only just beginning to grasp... and I find myself hoping for the contribution of your own duh...
We are often taught that doubt is a negative thing.
But in reality, it is doubt itself that paves the path toward Truth.
Perhaps I’m being a bit whimsical, or maybe I’ve gone completely off the deep end at this moment—I really can't tell—and I honestly don't know if I am even capable of conveying this properly.
To structure it...
There is this specific feeling, a state that precedes the state of the duh... and I find myself wondering if you have ever encountered it?
That moment when you sense the most profound experience imaginable through nothing more than a premonition.
You know exactly what it is and that it is waiting for you, yet it hasn't arrived.
In that space, there is only you—small and fragile, wrapped in the heavy cloak of the ego. You feel like a child lost in a crowded urban shelter, yet simultaneously, you feel so immensely powerful that the sheer scale of that power actually frightens you. In one sudden flash, you realize exactly what is happening, but by the very next thought, you begin to lose your grip on it. This isn't quite the sensation of enlightenment; rather, it is the yearning of a heart that simply longs to exist without worry.
A single word stirs something deep within you. Suddenly, you possess vision. This clarity reveals itself without a trace of the arrogance that so often tempts us, though the mind tries to slip back into those old patterns. It behaves arrogantly through a mask of humility, essentially claiming, "Since this isn't happening right now and isn't even in my conscious mind, I simply cannot grasp it. I cannot make it happen."
And then comes the most beautiful part, the part that feels like a gift from the heavens, only for it to start causing pain.
It is a false humility—a sort of humility presented before God, who has no need for such a performance.
It is as if you were looking Him in the face and saying, "Look, old man, you're offering something wonderful, but I might just mess this up, you know? Is that okay?" And He (and I am using the term God metaphorically here, referring to whatever higher power resonates most with you) just stands there, patiently waiting, while you become increasingly consumed by this misplaced modesty.
Well, you see, it’s not just about what happens during a standard reboot; the real headache occurs when you try to shut the system down entirely. You go through the whole process of powering off, but once you attempt to restart, the machine just kicks back into its old state without actually running any of those updates. It’s almost as if the system is stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the changes at all.
So, I’m sitting here staring at my Windows 10 machine, thinking everything is running smoothly and original...
Every time I go to turn the computer off, the standard "Shut Down" option has completely vanished from the menu, leaving me with nothing but "Update and Shut Down"
The kicker is, when I actually click that, it doesn't even seem to perform an update; instead, it just cycles back to that same "Update and Shut Down" prompt—it’s almost as if the system starts the shutdown process only to reboot right back into that same loop over and over again.
This is wonderful! You’ve articulated this topic so beautifully; you can really sense the genuine human soul behind the search. It seems to me that when people find themselves feeling lonely, they sometimes drift into this sort of daydreaming, almost as if they’re sitting there waiting for some cinematic romantic lead to step right out of a Hollywood movie screen and into their living room.
Douglas Doyle57 said:Someone to help us see the stuff that eyes just can't catch—that raw, gritty reality hiding behind a soft embrace, whether it’s in the middle of the night or right in the glare of day, even when everything is dead silent or the speakers are absolutely screaming at you... Doesn't matter if they're some simple soul, someone full of themselves, or just completely hollowed out Is there anyone actually here right now who gets what I'm talking about?
I’m not actually applying for the position, but man, that was a fascinating read.
When you sit down and go through all those exhaustive requirements regarding specific books and the exact way everything needs to be collaborated on... I really feel like we ought to start teaching people how to actually cultivate raw talent instead. 🍿
Joseph Bailey41 sports this lovely, straight, brunette hair that falls in a gentle half-arc, and she’s truly someone who finds pure joy in the simple pleasures, whether it’s enjoying a good drink or sharing a warm kiss. 🥳
briskwalker10 said:Evolution is something else... 😁
It’s quite possible that they navigate crosswalks a bit more gracefully than we do, and at the same time, our traffic laws here in the States are perhaps a little more strictly enforced, which probably makes things feel much smoother and safer for them. 🎉
It doesn’t really rattle me all that much... if that’s just how things are across the board...
Now, what else profound could I possibly add to this...
I don't particularly feel the urge to lecture anyone, honestly; I much prefer to just sit back and observe these fascinating little occurrences as they unfold.
I find it quite intriguing when people claim that dogs actually love one another more than they love humans, and while there might be some truth to that—since they are largely driven by instinct—whatever force guides us isn't always rooted in true, selfless love. It’s a bit like watching a male dog dash across a busy street in Chicago just to catch a scent, acting like some sort of canine superhero... 🙂
Aside from the fact that there’s no actual slavery happening here—unless you’re counting being tied to a username, which feels a bit extreme since we can’t even touch one another in this digital isolation—it’s funny how we all feel destined to cross paths while our hormones are running wild. It makes me think about what truly goes down in the Big Brother house; no matter how much we might poke fun at the blatant sexual tension caught on camera, those contestants are really just acting out the same subconscious impulses we all possess.
I honestly don't have the heart to get into all that right now, so instead, I just found myself opening up Google and, for some reason, I’m completely lost 😁
Well, you see... by signing up for BB, you're essentially stepping right into a massive psychological experiment performed on human beings, though it’s all cleverly disguised as a pursuit of "fame" and the chance to hang out with others...
Such high standards to uphold... It really needs to be strictly psychological...
I have to admit, I tend to get a little worked up about the fact that I’m getting worked up, if that makes any sense. It’s this strange loop where I feel irritated by my own irritation, because I truly believe I shouldn't be feeling this way in the first place. I just don't handle frustration very well—it feels like something I haven't earned, much like how you might feel when you're stuck in a massive traffic jam on the I-95 and you start getting mad at yourself for being annoyed by the delay. And then, suddenly, you're just twice as frustrated as you were to begin with.