My 'Indigo' child

Square Pegs in Round Holes – The Ritalin Generation

By Lesley Tara McDonald, written Dec. 2008

I am the mother of a sensitive, angry, rebellious, light filled seventeen year old. Doctors would love to put him on Ritalin to dull the symptoms of his inner pain! No way !! Still it got me thinking about the bigger picture of the so called Indigo Kids. About how we the parents who love them, have, by drugging them, stopped them shaking us awake in order to be ready for the huge planetary awakening now happening. How we risk being sidelined by the grandiosity of the misleading energy around the concept of Indigo children and have let our own need to have ‘special’ children throw us off our course of destiny and the destiny of the planet.

They were never meant to be put on a pedestal, to be worshipped as the new evolved generation of Indigos and Crystal children, different than other ‘ordinary’ children, special, and by association, we are special too. No their mission was bigger than that, much bigger, they came to awaken us, the adults. It is us who have issues, not our children, and they came in love and in service, they came to set us free from the patterns of fear and denial holding us back. They came as guardians of the new world, all of them, as all children do and always have done. The difference is that these children came to us at the time when the planet was poised for change, for awakening. For the first time in history, we are collectively ready to understand the concept of energy mirrors, of patterns of denial and fear, of the awakening of the heart and the integration of the heart energy. These children are not showing us their dysfunctions, they are showing us ours,and through our love for them, they had hoped (believed) we would search to the end of the earth to set them free from the pain of acting out our mirror image.

They are giving us a monumental opportunity to clear our energy fields and to raise our vibrations in order to set us free, by learning through unconditional love. As parents, if we have any claim to fame, it is that we are ready to face our issues, we have almost reached the limit of our denial and are ready to change, and, that on some level, are ready to take the awakening leap. Should we manage this and raise our vibrations significantly the planet can ascend, the Light can celebrate cosmic love and forces of dark must move forward in their evolution towards the light.

But what have we done to the little ones who have come to heal us? We have drugged them. We have stopped them in their tracks. They make us too uncomfortable and we cannot face our own pain. We ask that ‘they’ be fixed when it is we who are sick. We do this partly because of the huge ritalin fraud and because it is easier to believe this than to face our own wounds. We have been seduced by the label of Indigo children, of adhd and of psychiatric disorders and we have abandoned our children.

We must soon begin to face facts; our children do have issues, yes. Their immune systems are full of toxins; their brains are befuddled from the culmination of our own use of alcohol, drugs, pesticides, junk food etc. over many years, but it really was us, we did it to them albeit unknowingly. It is pointless to blame a socially concocted label like adhd, a label that has no roots in any physical illness, and saying, poor us, our pain filled indigo is damaged, please fix him. We need to admit that in the face of our quest for security and material comfort, we turned a blind eye, perhaps we had no choice, and got caught up in the game to such an extent that the voice of our conscience was dulled and diluted until we could no longer hear it. And when, years later, it reappeared in the befuddled minds of our children, our pain was so great we thought we would die, so we rushed for the nearest form of pain relief, the multi-million dollar drug industry.

Our children had placed their cosmic bets on the side of unconditional love, and when incarnating onto this dense planet at this time believed that in the end, we would love them enough to stop the mayhem and awaken to the truth.

The first 10 books I read on adhd had me convinced too, at first I was afraid for my mental health, then relieved that I had a ‘medical’ explanation for my own distractable and sensitive ‘condition’ and that of my son, then I felt ‘labled’ hugely disempowered and disconnected from my energy and creativity, then angry, then determined, then I began to write this blog :) I have lots more to say and lots more to understand. Many of the points that have tumbled out of my mind and onto this page may well be wrong, but for now this is where my thoughts travel. The fact is that mixed up depressed teens are our precious gift, our mirror and if we have the courage to honour their truth and ours too we can set ourselves and this world free. Just a few thoughts from a mother in hope.