Where did the indigo children go?

mistybison said:We have become far too individualistic, losing that essential drive toward the common good and the dream of building a better society for everyone.

Luckily, there’s no such thing as a "better society" for everyone. What counts as a "better society" to me might feel like absolute hell to you. Even the so-called individual is just the lead violinist in an orchestra—still part of the ensemble, mind you. There are no collective salvations here; when we try social engineering, all we get are Hitlers and Stalins... both of whom thought they were working toward a "better society."

If we want a "better society," everyone needs to start with themselves. If every individual could actually figure out their own formula for happiness, that’s when you’d see real progress—but there isn't one single blueprint that works for everyone. We need a serious shift in consciousness, not just swapping one ideology for another... We have to move past this herd mentality where everyone thinks they have the right to dictate what's best for someone else. As long as we're stuck in that pack mindset, this is about as good as society gets.

Martin Luther King Jr. said, "Be the change you wish to see in the world."

Harsh reality just kills the romance and the mystery in everything—even with this whole "indigo children" thing. It’s not even that people have gotten any more religious, either. Honestly, the idea of the "greater good" is dead and gone, and for good reason. Same goes for community spirit; it’s over, and we're just heading toward more and more isolation. As far as I can see, indigo kids in 2019 have about as much purpose as Windows 98.

Jamie Adams6 said:Harsh reality just kills the romance and the mystery in everything—even with this whole "indigo children" thing. It’s not even that people have gotten any more religious, either. Honestly, the idea of the "greater good" is dead and gone, and for good reason. Same goes for community spirit; it’s over, and we're just heading toward more and more isolation. As far as I can see, indigo kids in 2019 have about as much purpose as Windows 98.

I suppose it really just comes down to how one views things—we all kind of construct our own version of reality, I guess.
My outlook is a bit more optimistic—almost spiritual, maybe—but everyone follows their own path and perspective.

Look, if we’re really going to get hung up on this whole "Indigo child" label, I don't think they ever actually "disappeared." They didn't vanish into thin air. They just grew up. They're right here, mostly people hitting middle age or even older these days. Some of them got sucked into the mainstream grind—you know, society basically forced them to conform to what "normal" looks like and told them there was only one "right" way to live. It’s funny how culture tries to force itself onto a person, isn't it? Then you have the ones who... let's just say they didn't quite bend to that pressure. So today, they might seem a little eccentric or just fundamentally different from the crowd. They see things through a completely different lens, and their priorities aren't exactly aligned with the status quo. They tend to gravitate toward spirituality, often starting pretty young, always questioning whether the version of reality being fed to us is actually the whole story. They love to dig deep into stuff most people ignore. As adults, you see them showing up in all sorts of activism—protecting the environment, obsessing over the planet, fighting for animal rights, being vegan or vegetarian, trying to save the forests or the oceans... you get the idea. The list goes on forever because, honestly, the world feels like it was practically designed for people like this to step up and take action 😁 in any way that actually helps someone or something. But the thing is, only a tiny fraction of the population actually steps up. To move in those directions, you really have to be wired differently, both mentally and emotionally, compared to the average person. It can be a gift, sure, but it can also be a heavy burden. Life isn't just black and white. That’s just how I "see" these so-called Indigo children, though personally, I don't really resonate 😁 with the term at all. It feels like people use it to pigeonhole everything, which is just typical for this world we live in—we're obsessed with labeling everything we touch. This isn't some formal definition or anything, just my two cents...

We haven't disappeared. We are still right here on the psychology pdf. Searching for one another within diagnoses.
Forever misunderstood, out of place, and alone...

wanderingbadger0 said:We haven't disappeared. We are still right here on the psychology pdf. Searching for one another within diagnoses.
Forever misunderstood, out of place, and alone...

It used to be called ADHD, then "indigo children," then "crystal children"—now? Now they're just labeled as disordered.

I’ve got this book sitting here that—let's be honest—probably hasn't even been cracked open once. Certainly not by me... If anyone actually wants it, I'll ship it out for free—just shoot me a DM with your address.

wanderingbadger0 said:We haven't disappeared. We are still right here on the psychology pdf. Searching for one another within diagnoses.
Forever misunderstood, out of place, and alone...

Your forum signature warrants this:

http://vedriduh.com/nostalgija/nosta...116-desiderata

One of the most enduringly inspirational pieces ever penned was composed by the American attorney and poet Max Ehrmann (1872–1945). He spontaneously drafted his poem Desiderata—a meditation on life's aspirations—back in 1927, though the work, much like the man himself, did not achieve widespread recognition until decades after his passing.

In 1933, Ehrmann shared it with his circle as a Christmas card. With his blessing, the American psychiatrist Merrill Moore later utilized the poem as a tool for psychological support and treatment for soldiers during World War II, eventually continuing to share it with clients in his private practice in Boston.

Nowadays, Desiderata circulates the internet under the misconception that it is an Irish blessing discovered in 1642 at Saint Paul's Church in Baltimore. In reality, the Reverend Frederick Kates, the rector of that church, included it in a compilation of sermons for his congregation without attributing it to an author. Because that collection noted the founding date of the institution as "Old Saint Paul’s Church, Baltimore A. D. 1692," the myth emerged that the text was an ancient discovery found within the church walls.