Indigo Children: When I Give Birth to the Messiah

Photo by aturkus

***No, no, that’s not me in the photo, but I thought this was a lovely idea***

At these Gatherings of mine, I do have the oddest conversations, especially when discussing the future of the human race. Little did I know I’d spend the evening discussing the Mother Mary Ego Syndrome. I hadn’t realized until yesterday that it even existed, especially among Wiccans. Now I can’t stop laughing.

Morgan catches me off-guard by asking if I’m planning to have another child in the next year or two. I start my usual spiel about being 43 and celibate and Wise Men coming from the East. Surely, she’s heard my speech before. God knows, all my other friends sure have when they’ve asked! It’s a joke, but I don’t realize until now how fitting a joke it is.

“No,” she says, “I mean, would you consider it? Let’s talk about this in the reverse of how most women see it. If the Gods offered you a child, would you accept it at this point in your life?”

I explain that I’m not opposed to it. I have a lot of love to offer and I’ve managed to make great kids in the past. I can afford a child at this point in my life and I’m a pretty good mom. But the timing’s bad. I don’t have a partner and it seems unlikely that one’s going to fall out of the heavens (or off his spaceship) before my biological clock tocks so the question seems moot. I guess I don’t want a little boy badly enough to request a surprise package from the nearest sperm bank or to look for an eligible candidate at Adult Friend Finder…yick.

“I’m not sure that’s something I would want to do alone,” I tell her. “I guess I still like the idea of a child being conceived in love.”

Hmmm. Interesting. There’s an old-fashioned bone in my body after all. Call me a hopeless romantic.Flying By Night novel

Then I add, “Even if the relationship itself doesn’t last.”

Yeah. Call me a realist.

“Okay,” Morgan says, “let’s say the Pleiadeans toss a guy with a great set of genes off their spaceship. He’s witty and smart and creative and all the things you’d like in a partner. The two of you fall madly in love and decide not just to create a life together but to build a life together. Things are good. Great, even. Would you have the child?”

I shrug. “Do I have to marry him?”

She rolls her eyes. “He won’t bring down your credit rating, I promise. But no, you don’t have to do anything. Wed when loved, if at all, and not before.”

“Um, okay. That’s somewhat more enticing.”

“What if I told you this child was going to be an Indigo child? One of the next step in the evolution of the human race?”

I’m quite familiar with the concept of Indigo kids. Hyperactive, ultra-creative, uniquely gifted individuals coming into our world now. Some people believe the Hall of Souls has nearly emptied and many children born now are born without souls, which explains the lack of conscience among some kids. These Indigo children have special qualities that will balance the soul-less kids and the generations of them to come. It’s an interesting concept I haven’t heard of since Demi Moore’s Seventh Seal movie eons ago

Again, I shrug. “Based on my own genetics, my hypothetical child would almost certainly have Indigo traits. I have almost all of the traits myself.” At least the website and books say so.

“Okay, let’s say that this Indigo child is one of the chosen ones. And yes, some believe that any Indigo is a chosen one. Does that make you want the child more? Does it make you more willing to have this child?”

I’m not sure what she’s saying. I already think of my daughters as “chosen ones,” regardless of what they might be called. They feel “chosen” to me, though my older daughter has far more Indigo traits than her little sister.

“Let’s put it this way,” Morgan continues. “What if your son is the leader of this next step in the evolution of our race? Would that influence you to have this child? You would be one of the Holy Mothers.”

What??? I don’t understand, but my confusion gives way to a sudden flash of every pagan mom I know. All of them proclaiming themselves as Holy Mothers. I hadn’t heard the term before, but it’s absolutely right.

But every pagan woman I know who has a child under 10 or is planning to have another child believes she’s birthing Indigo children. It’s likely that many of them are, but an astonishing number of these moms are convinced they’re birthing the next leader of the the progressed human race. It’s become a hilarious game of ego to show their importance to Spirit as the mothers of the next planetary savior.

“So?” Morgan asks. “Does that make you any more likely to accept this child as your son? If he’s the next Messiah?”

I think about it for all of two seconds. No. It’s not any more likely that I’d want him any more than if he’s “just” a child born into love. It’s not about ego. It’s about love.

That said, let me add two important comments: 1. If I have another child, could I have one with a soul, please? and 2. If he turns out to be the next Messiah after all, he WILL clean his room and wipe his dirty feet, Messiah or not.

 

© 2006, Excerpt from Third Degree  of Freedom,

by Lorna Tedder, www.spilledcandy.com

This is Book #3 in the Third Degree Diary series, but they can be read in any order.

 

   

 

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