The Wake Up
Someone told me once that I'll always be waiting to wake up. Most of my life has been spent in that place between awake and sleeping. I'm comfortable here, it's warm and the world can wait for me. I know that, the bigger place, outside of what I "know" what I am "aware" of, is much more grand and infinite than I can describe.
I feel like there is a responsibility that comes with being aware. And the implications of that responsibility are scary. If there is to be some kind of organizational movement. Where does it begin? Where does it end?
I don't know if y'all have any experience with public education, but "education" is not the operative word. More and more we see over diagnosis of ADD and ADHD, as well as depression, ptsd and anxiety. Not only over diagnosis but incorrect diagnosis, and over medication.
There is very little information on how those with the special capabilities and hyper-sensitivity of the indigo children should be educated. Much less how to protect themselves from the almost abusive level of input and stimuli we are subjected to every day. It is a scary world that we live in, terrifying to be awake in. Lots and lots of questions.