Today I would like to return to your
awareness an aspect of the Human condition vulnerable to the insidious
ploys of deception and confusion. The Human race has no greater failing
than our propensity to be misled and confounded by those who would seek
to control and dominate in our lives. We are baited by truth only to be
sucked into endless spirals and tangled paths that weave into macabre
tapestries of duplicity and betrayal.
It is neither natural nor normal to remain in
a perpetual state of confusion, fear and limited awareness. Some of the
brightest people I’ve met seem to live in an insulated world, void of
philosophical depth and any real grasp on reality. Why is this so?
Layers of social engineering and debilitating chemicals in the air, food
and water have most certainly played a role in creating this level of
disengagement. And so it would seem that there are those who are rather
keen on keeping us in a sort of dumbed-down, sub-human state of mind,
where conformity and blind servitude are aptly rewarded over original
thoughts and independence. After all, a fully realized and enlightened
Human race would be a force to reckon with. The docile and compliant are
always preferred.
In the following paragraphs I intend to peel
back the layers of the enigmatic root vegetable we call an onion. I’ve
always been fascinated by its structure, pungency and why it tastes so
good. It also serves as a unique analogy for understanding root meaning
and the multiple layers that inevitably surround a given core truth.
Sinking your teeth into this raw wonder will surely elicit a tear or
two. So be it! But what does an Indigo have to do with all this? Keep
peeling and weeping.
The Core Truth
I think we too often accept our foggy
disposition as normal, and that is a concern. We typically shrug off
what we don’t understand and move on to the next order of business. But
why don’t we understand? Why should there be anything outside our realm
of comprehension? As I look around I see people walking about with
gigantic brains encased in massive skulls. And the brain is folded over
and over in countless convolutions so that the surface area is
economized in a way to make it even more compact. If we were to
hypothetically inflate the Human brain so to fill out all the (wrinkles)
it would surely rival the size and shape of the elusive, big-headed
extraterrestrial visitors said to have visited us.
So I watch and wonder as to why we don’t use
it. We’re told we’re plugged in to only perhaps ten percent of our
cerebral potential. Such a waste, don’t you think? I propose we only use
ten percent because the other ninety percent is too busy trying to make
sense out of the nonsense it’s been fed. And the mind labors greatly as
it learns to accept beliefs systems that flourish under the guise of
truth. Ideas once grounded in reality are circumvented and exchanged
into imaginary platforms and illusionary constructs. It’s all by design
and necessary for society to function in the manner that it does.
This is a taxing endeavor for the mighty
brain to tackle. We live our life on a stage built by those determined
to tell us who and what we are. We’re measured by our title, our wealth
and our educational achievements. These are largely synthetic constructs
that have little organic meaning. We inevitably surrender power to our
“masters” much like handing car keys over to a parking lot attendant.
Our brain can be led astray and can even work against us so long as we
allow someone else to push all the programming buttons. And so when we
are told we are small, sinful and helpless little creatures, we’ve been
well conditioned into believing it so. These are strident lies that the
social engineers masquerade as truth.
Tale of the Onion
As I peel away the first layer I am reminded
of the fragile, satinesque skin that surrounds it. It’s the first thing
we see and touch and it’s how the onion chooses to present itself to the
world. The old timers will tell you that a thicker skin is harbinger of
a cold winter. And so the onion “speaks” in a number of interesting
ways – and it looks as though we may indeed be in for a long and cold
one.
As I peel my way through layer after layer,
tears begin to well. Ah, such repetition I think, for every layer is
much the same. There must be a prize at the end I muse, a seed, pith,
heart or core. But there is nothing more at the end than what was
promised from the start. This might prove disappointing to one who would
fancy a surprise after so much effort and anticipation. And the rings-
oh yes the rings, each circular and infinite in their own way only add
to the whimsical tale of this banded riddle. Maybe I’ll fry some up. And
so the onion is honest in all regard, every layer built upon the last
to faithfully reproduce the essence of what it is.
Societal institutions are constructed in a
manner much like the onion, but with one striking caveat. The core truth
is not faithfully reproduced throughout the extenuating layers. The
societal “onion” might be pure at its center but shows signs of
outwardly decay. The “skin” would do a convincing job of hiding the
horrible truth that may be festering within. One is conditioned to judge
this particular brand of onion from afar and accept its crisp and satin
wrapper as proof enough of its purity and integrity. We are conditioned
in a number of ways to embrace what we see as the unconditional truth.
Those who want to pick it up and inspect it run the risk of being
stigmatized as part of the lunatic fringe. The onion looks fine and so
it is. No, you may not touch it!
We intuitively recognize truth at the very
core of a viable concept. But there are dubious concepts baited with a
kernel of truth so that we pay them closer mind. Once pulled in, a
free-thinking and aware person might begin to realize inconsistencies in
quality and integrity as the institution migrates further and further
away from its core truth. Some will already be roped in before such a
discovery. But most will never see how they’ve been duped into believing
something that had all the appearances of being truthful when in fact
it may have been an agenda driven, control apparatus. Governmental and
religious institutions, for instance, will often bait your interest with
an undeniable truth before making the hard sell as to why we must go to
war or why we should be “saved” from original sin. These are tainted
layers. They are not edible nor are they an echo of the original seed.
Enter the Indigo child.
Rise of the Indigo
Ideas seem to run all over the place as to
what exactly Indigo’s are. I’m willing to guess that if you’re visiting
this website with some frequency and are able to resonate with much of
its content, you may indeed be one of them. They’ve been called many
things but Indigo suits me fine. They’re not the relatively new
phenomenon that’s been suggested by some within the spiritual community.
They have been around for thousands of years although their numbers
have been widely dispersed throughout the world making them a bit of a
rarity. They are, however, now coming into existence at numbers greater
than ever before. This rampant influx likely gives the appearance of a
new phenomenon and so that might be the reason for this confusion. They
are not new, but they are mighty and they are now “waking” and returning
en masse to answer a calling.
The Indigo (child/adult) is known for their
sensitivity (hypersensitivity), emotionality and intuitive knowing. They
are frequently misunderstood by others and are often considered aloof
or in some way odd and unorthodox in how they see and do things. They
love animals (are often vegetarian or feel a compunction to go in that
direction) and can connect almost psychically with other species. They
have a sense of oneness with Universe and can see through the lies and
deception orchestrated by the social engineers. The indigo can have a
temper and may not always give the impression of being sublime and
spiritually balanced. This is because the indigo is not a passive
entity; they are here to observe and correct the injustices being done
on this planet and want to proactively protect the benevolent souls who
inhabit her. It’s my opinion that the Indigo is part of the Gaia defense
system. She felt an “infection” and called upon her “antibodies.” They
are psychic warriors and their vibration is hot and intense indeed.
At the innermost layer of my proverbial onion
I see the role of the Indigo and understand why they are here. We live
in a time when lies and deception have hijacked our most vital truths.
One needs to go no further than the daily news to get a good whiff of
that hands-off, rotting onion that looks so nice dressed in its shiny
façade. We are often led in a false direction because a truth has been
carefully placed along the path. Yes, just enough truth to bait our
interest and sway us off course. Brilliant really! You just gotta hand
it to those silly, meddling Archons.
It‘s not easy seeing through the cloud of
deception that surrounds us. Gaia knows this. It’s much easier to accept
the programmed reality playing out before us and pay no attention to
the smoke and mirrors that wreak havoc on our perceptions. Ah, but not
so fast says the Indigo. They have eyes that can see and ears that can
listen. Their mission is to separate the truth from the tentacles of
lies that suffocate it. Yes, they seem a little weird and different
because they are! But for them, they are trying their best to fit in
despite the difficulties associated with operating at a higher
vibration. They realize they must fit in to be effective in
communicating their urgent messages.
Yes- best beware of the eyes of the Indigo.
They will see right through those who will do harm to others, the
disingenuous, the deceivers, the charlatans and the wolves who leer with
bloodstained teeth ‘neath the hides of slaughtered lamb. You’re clear
as light to them. They will know you by your deeds and actions and the
energy you possess. The subtle vibrations in your speech, your smell and
the very presence you exude will not escape the ultra aware and keenly
perceptive Indigo.
The animals, plants and trees, even the
tiniest insects speak to the Indigo. True as the rock along the path,
the Indigo will note, it too imparts a language for those attuned to its
vibration. And so the Sun, Moon and stars whisper their song into the
musical ear of this child of light. It is to these energies they answer
and not to implied conventions and artificial constructs that society
promotes as normal. They are of the first religion and know the voice of
Creator. So for the powers that (think they are) your old tricks are
running stale. Your templates of conformity will not capture the
energetic expression of these entities amassing before you. Your hold on
the Indigo is no greater than a fishnet at holding water. And so it is.
Final Thought
The global elite, it’s been said, have all
the money they could ever possibly need. Anyway, if they wanted a little
extra they can just print it up or dial up some digi-dollars. So what
else do they want, you might ask? They want you! They want to own you!
They think they already do. They do not. But if you believe they do and
you accept their conventions and their twisted philosophies, well that’s
good enough for them.
Just for fun think of yourself as an object
such as a car. Ah, you’re of Italian decent you say- great- then make it
a Ferrari. The so-called “powers that be” will never see it as “your”
car as they consider it their instrument of wealth accumulation. But
there’s no need to keep your new car in their private garage so long as
they hold title and you’re good on payments. And if you believe you
might someday own your car outright, well think again. They still own
the insurance companies that insure it and the gas stations that keep it
fueled. They will continue to have stock and equity in their asset no
matter what you do. But you’re free to come and go as you please but
remember who owns you, baby. This is how the power elite think. And
that’s how they see you. Not as a person but as an object of sort, a
possible asset or liability to their empire of domination. So it’s a
good thing your birth has been certified and a number has been issued to
you or you might not exist in their eyes. Whew!
We’re frequently baited into a lie much like
how a mouse is baited into a spring loaded trap. That cheese sure smells
good then- WHACK- no more little mouse. So if we consider the cheese as
a morsel of truth, then what in the heck is that maniacal contraption
that’s built all around it? That’s a question I’ll leave with you.
Suffice to say we can be misled into willfully entering traps that can
lead to our own demise whether they are physical, mental or spiritual by
design.
The mouse was only guilty of being in a house
that was not adequately sealed to keep such creatures out. The mouse
was merely a messenger of this breach and we know what happens to the
messengers of this world. And when the trap finally sprung the occupant
of the dwelling might never come to know they had just killed a scorpion
eating, Southern Grasshopper mouse. Yep, the critter was all set to
devour a whole nest that had been lurking in the master bedroom. But
that cheese smelled just a wee bit better. Oh well, but please pardon my
desultory philippic as I am frequently guilty of such digressions.
But what if we were able to attune ourselves
in such a way where we could see the cheese and the spring and the board
that holds the whole damn thing together? We can do this. For starters
stop watching television! For the last time there is no real difference
between FOX and CNN so quit fooling yourself already. There is no
political left and right and your church does not have a license to use
the name of Jesus without His expressed consent. And by the way, don’t
think for a moment He would actually approve of your church. Ha- if you
think so then I’ve got some beachfront property here in Arizona I’d love
to sell you. Yes, at the very least stay away from that mind-numbing,
death-ray instrument we call TV for a year then reassess how you see
things. I sincerely challenge you to try it. You’ll be doing the whole
world a huge favor -I can assure you of that.
Anyway, if you managed to trudge through this
entire article I want to thank you. You’re the Indigo I’ve been trying
to reach. Yes you- child of The Light.
-Until next time
About the Author
There is a certain obscurity that follows Julian Wash. We sense he’s benevolent, a little crazy and we think rather enjoyable to read. Email: jwash@rattlereport.com
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