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The Indigo Story of
Faery Songbird (Sally)

Hope this is not too long - Indigo garrulousness! Prune it if it is!

I was born in March 1959. I had a difficult entry, born premature and weighing only 4lb 4oz. I died for a few moments, and was revived, but I was very sick with septicaemia. For the first month I was denied any human touch, that being the way at the time. My mother has told me that from an early age I seemed aloof and questioned authority. I sang before I could talk, and talked earlier than is usual. I could read at 3 years old. Even as a toddler I was very eccentric, insisting on wearing socks which didn’t match. At the age of 9 I insisted on going out dressed in a Victorian nightdress, much to my parents’ horror. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always said “a fairy princess”. I was also drawn to nature and was very anti-establishment and anti-church. At the age of 15, I discovered witchcraft was the name of what I had been doing naturally since I was a small child.

My father is a very talented man who excels in everything. He was a successful advertising copy-writer and industrial designer, and also a broadcaster. He now writes poetry (he’s retired). He is also a control freak and desperately insecure but also extremely competitive, lurching from being either completely closed or overly emotional. He is an alcoholic, but has never acknowledged this. To his credit, all the books in the house were available to me as soon as I showed any interest in them, whatever their content. However, he had decided I was to be “the musical one”, so I was discouraged from painting or writing stories. My mother is very intelligent, but totally lacking in confidence, and allowed herself to be completely controlled by my father. My two sisters are definitely not Indigo. I couldn’t see how I fitted in to this family, and thought I must be adopted. My mother used to call me “changeling”.

From infant school I was constantly disciplined for being too talkative and questioning the rules. It was not good enough for me to be told “because you can’t”; I need a valid and logical reason. My school reports said I was of above-average intelligence but didn’t concentrate and lived “in a dream world”. I don’t remember having many friends, but do remember feeling that I was of a completely different mindset. In primary school I was constantly moved up and down classes; I excelled in English, Art and Music but was behind in Maths. I was singled out to be IQ tested at 9 yrs old. Although I tested very high, this made no difference to the school’s teaching plan. By the age of 12 I had read the entire works of Shakespeare, and my mother worried because whilst my two younger sisters played on the beach, I buried my nose in a book. I was disciplined for writing a poem, when the teacher decided it was too good for my age and therefore I must have copied it. I sailed through my 11+ exams and was awarded a place at a Grammar School for Girls. However, at the age of 8 a teacher confiscated my copy of Dylan Thomas’s “Under Milk Wood”, on the grounds that I was too young to understand it. At this point I decided that school was a waste of time, and whenever I could I truanted and hid in the park, reading. If I had to attend, I spent all my energies on causing trouble for the teachers. If I made a friend, she was taken into the Headmistress’s Office and warned to stay away from me. I skipped morning assembly on the grounds that I was a Buddhist. I had no idea what a Buddhist was, and the teachers knew this, but I stood my ground!

From a very early age I had experienced paranormal events, such as OBE’s, precognition and seeing ghosts. As I entered my teenage years the poltergeist activity started, and I began to have more precognitive dreams of global events, most notably the murder of Lesley Whittle and the Moorgate Tube Train crash. These premonitions frightened off the few friends I had made at school.

From school I began to drift, lacking the confidence to go to University. I tried college for a while, but was thrown out as I attended less and less classes. Being pressurised into finding a “respectable” career, I entered psychiatric nursing, but I was just too screwed up and too empathetic to cope and I had a nervous breakdown. I was basically living rough, but got glandular fever, and then ME, and had to return to my parents as I was incapable of taking care of myself. From there I took various office jobs, then joined a band and temped for a while whilst I toured the UK. I soon formed my own band, but the problem with my music was that it was quite “off the wall” and I refused to compromise in my lyrical content, so it was basically unmarketable. Now when I read my lyrics from the 80’s and 90’s I find references to the Indigo-ness that I didn’t recognise at the time. One of the offices I was temping for offered me a full-time job as a legal secretary; I took this job and worked my way “up the ranks”, eventually spending 13 years there as a legal advisor. However, whilst my empathetic nature made me extremely popular with the clients, it was a very stressful job and my health began to suffer. It was then that I found Reiki, and went back to college to study for a Diploma in Anatomy and Physiology, so that I could become a practitioner (2nd degree). That was about five years ago, and since then I have qualified in Swedish Massage, Indian Head Massage and Hopi Ear Candling. I am currently studying Hypnotherapy, and have begun a 2-year apprenticeship as a Reiki Master. I am also planning to go back to school in the New Year, to study for a teaching certificate so I can get insurance when I become a Reiki Master, and I also plan to teach Indian Head Massage.

When I read the list of Indigo traits I knew I had come home, and everything finally slotted into place. I now understand my lack of confidence but conflicting feelings of superiority! I understand why I am empathetic to the point where I used to take on complete strangers’ headaches in a café, and why I never achieved my full academic potential. Not only that, but my mother now understands that it was NOT HER FAULT! I haven’t broached the subject with my father, and probably never will. I know that he is not capable of listening, let alone understanding. That is fine. I now paint and write and dance and also make wedding tiaras, as well as sing!

I love my birth family dearly, despite their faults, but am so glad to have found my “real family”. I know in my heart we are one soul group. At the age of 45 I have truly found myself, I am beginning to know my purpose and find my direction, and also stand in my own power, and for that I am grateful.

Sally (aka Faery Songbird)

PS: Yes, I would still like to be a fairy princess.

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Namaste, you precious soul you!

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