RETURNING HOME TO NATURE

Aside from all the dreams I want to pursue, I think I have one special dream that I have forgotten for long. Looking at the days where technology takes over our modern world, along with other factors, I think this dream is quite impossible to achieve. But as crazy as it sounds, I believe there will be a way to make it come true, someday.

To live life dependently with nature, going with its vibrations and tunes, has been something I always wanted to do. In fact, there are people who are still doing this despite the world's evolution and movement. They feed themselves with fruits and meats that are available in the forest or the beach, drink the clear and pure water from springs, living in harmony through all seasons, reading time and directions by the help of the sun and constellations, and most importantly, embracing the soul of nature by breathing with it, not killing it. 

I personally believe that all existing problems we found in the society came from economics; the need of money to buy this and that. And to make money means one has to work, so then there are job vacancies available from all over the place. But job vacancies can never be enough for billions of people in the world, hence the unemployments, or cases where a man was working for a job that he does not desire. Today's life is dependent on economics. But then again, our economy is completely dependent on natural sources, while nature does not need the help of economics to grow and nurture. I guess I don't need to explain this any further... this has been a common issue among us. 

I believe I'm not the only one who's been longing to live in a complete tune with nature, where we don't need to feel pressure from financial problems, where we don't have to worry about looks or needs, where we don't have to see homeless people wandering around while starving, because nature is a home for everyone. 

I, like many others, may have a dream to achieve all of my goals; to continue my education to the higher level, to learn as much as possible, to intern, to be successful, to become a doctor, to sincerely do my duty, and so on. But above all, I belong to this earth, this loving and caring nature. 

A MATTER OF AGE

I am a 17-year-old girl, and for most girls at this age, especially in my country, seventeen is a special number of age. Most girls celebrate their sweet seventeen with once-in-a-lifetime party, setting their dress codes and birthday theme, inviting their beloved ones and their favorite celebrities (if possible), ordering the most wonderful dream birthday cake, etc etc etc. Also, seventeen is a 'legal age' in here, meaning that seventeen-year-old teens have the right to drive and also to vote. The funny thing is I never even wish to celebrate my birthday in such way because I didn't find my sweet seventeen birthday special, and I don't have a driver's license yet because I don't want to. I'm not saying that sweet seventeen celebration is a bad thing, in fact I always accept my friends' birthday party invitation whenever I can. As for the driver's license, well for those who don't know, my city's streets are rough and wild so anything can happen there! 

When I had my sweet seventeen birthday, the first thing that came into my mind as I start the day is "Why do I have to grow up this quickly?" and so I went throughout the day like nothing happened despite all of the beautiful birthday greetings from people. Aside from many frustrating challenges, I love being a teen, and although seventeen is also a young age I can't deny the fact that I'm getting closer to 20s! I know this sounds silly considering that I'm still far from that age, but as I grow older I have to make some important decisions that would change my life in many ways, of course. This makes me think about something: I'd even like to be a kid again if possible. I kinda miss playing with my lego collections, running Putt-Putt or Pajama Sam on my 90s computer, blowing bubbles on the third floor of my old apartment, molding my playdoh, rolling myself downhill and coming home with dirts all over my body (mom was annoyed by this),  playing hide and seek with friends, creating imaginary friends along with their fairytale-like world with my childhood best buddy, and so on. Ah, memories...

Anyway, most would guess the reasons behind all of this so easily. First of all, you can be as crazy as possible without people judging you! Second, you can have and choose so many exciting opportunities that may change your life. Thirdly, you don't have to think about so many responsibilities and such like most adults do! Also, you can either be careless on dramas, or sitting there enjoying them (or be a part of them, although I do not recommend that). 

But no matter how hard my heart desires to stay being adolescent, who am I to stop the process of growing? This is how nature works, right? And everyone, no matter how rich or important or strong or smart they are, couldn't deny this fact. We all just have to face it, and enjoy everything that comes in our way. 

Come to think of it, it would be kinda creepy if there are no adults in our world when everyone just wanted to stay young forever. Just think about it. Uncontrollable madness everywhere. 

DUTY

I received some strange dreams for 3 nights in a row. Although they were harmless dreams (to me), I felt a very strong feelings during the sessions, feelings that I can't describe in words. Again, those dreams felt so realistic.

In the first dream, I was at a party (I guess, since I saw many people in my group of age) when a punk guy came by. He was wearing a black jacket and looked very thin and unhealthy. He told people that he heard voices in his head, yet no one at the party believed him. He went to the rooftop as the other guys began to mock him from downstairs. I followed the guy, standing right next to him. I wasn't conscious during the dream so what I did was out of control. I began to shout to those guys, telling them to stop mocking him while calling them names. The guy sat on the edge of the rooftop, and before I could see what happens next, I woke up.

In the second dream, I saw a huge and beautiful house that was located on a hill. From the look of it, it was clear that the owner of this house must be very wealthy. There were even more than 4 securities in front of it, and the pillars of the house were carved magnificently. This time I was half conscious, so I climbed my way up and consciously entered the house. 

Yet what I saw inside was out of my expectation. Instead of seeing a luxurious lifestyle of the family who lived there, I saw nothing but thick black smoke covering the entire corner of the beautifully decorated living room. I also felt a strong tension from all over the place. I think I saw the mother of this family, sitting on the sofa with a man, but neither of them looked happy and healthy. 

I searched for the 'source' of the black smoke when I found a girly bed room in the left side of the house. It was the kind of dream room I always wanted when I was little. The walls were covered with childish pastel color, and the bed was royal bed-like. A very young girl, seemingly 8 years old, was sitting in front of her table, but her appearance was a contrast to her own princess-like room. She was, instead, very creepy; thin, pale, and had black marks under her eyes as she gazed to the wall with no expression.

The third dream was less creepy, but still vivid. I received a letter from someone who proclaimed herself as a 24-year-old Korean woman. When I touched the letter, I saw a blurry image of the woman; she had a short, straight and black hair and marks under her eyes, and she also looked pale. 

The message was written in Bahasa and the points were clear; she said that if God is real, it is such an irony that evil is still lurking among the innocence. What happened to her took her beliefs away, and now she's standing on confusion.

At the end of the letter, she told me she was just coming out of a store to buy some groceries innocently like any other women when 3 men kidnapped and raped her. Nevertheless she still wished me a safe and happy life.

I did not make a direct contact with her spirit in my dream, but the letter was so clear and vivid, and the message brought such intense depression from this woman.

My intuition told me many times that these people ARE real, and they came to my dreams not by coincidence. By having visits for 3 nights in a row, I assumed that now it is the time for me to make my first move to help those in need with my (still developing) ability. This is also my second experience on channeling Archangel Michael to help me 'clean' these cases.

The appearance of the first punk guy made it clear that he is a drug addict. The effects, indeed, are 'voices' inside his head, unhealthy and skinny body, empty eyes, and depression (by going on the rooftop, making that suicidal pose). 

I sent a message to him, telepathically, to listen to my voice instead. The words surprised me because they just popped out of my mind like it wasn't me who said it, and now I can't remember a thing. All I can remember is I told him that he is a part of the universe, and the universe resonates nurturing love in every direction. I told him to vibrate this great power by give everyone a smile and tell them how beautiful love can be, and the universe will reflect what he does back to him (law of karma).

When I imagined him in my mind, I saw a flashback of how he was treated as a child. He was ignored by his mother and left abandoned, receiving abuse that caused him to distrust everyone as he became a drug addict. Black aura surrounds his body as a side effect of the psychological agony and drug he's been consuming. It was so thick and deep I still can't clean it on my own, so I asked the powerful Archangel Michael to clean it and look after him. Together, Archangel Michael and I surrounded him with thick pink loving and protective aura instead.



I went back to the big luxurious house consciously through astral projection, still accompanied by Archangel Michael and my own guardian, Aaron. The black smoke was still there. Archangel Michael and Aaron told me that the black smoke is a curse, a side effect from receiving instant wealth (in my place, this is already common. To gain instant wealth, people could go on mystical mountains and ask the spirits on the mountain to make them rich without having to make efforts, but they'll have to pay for the consequence in return; by letting their sons and daughters receive curses). From there I met a spirit whom I believe as a guardian of the young girl. She told me she was the one who contacted me in the first place by sending me to this place, and informed me that my vision of the girl is a sign of her dying soul, although she still looked fine in reality. She searched for my help since I'm capable of neutralizing a curse (as well as creating one) and yet I owed my neutralizing energy.

The angels guarded me to the house's wareroom, a place where the black smoke came from. I found two big black spots facing each other. One of the spots was placed on the walls, the other one was under a mirror.

Archangel Michael and Aaron explained to me that the wall is a strategic place for the wealth-and-curse-energy to flow in every direction, since the wall is standing right in the middle of the house. The mirror, on the other hand, help reflects the energy, making it more intense and powerful. The most powerful energy from the spots, however, flows directly to the girl's room, hence the strong and intense negativity.

With the help of the angels, together we created a luminous white light (the opposite energy of this black smoke) to neutralize the curse. The powerful light broke the spots easily while it vibrated the pure nurturing energy to every corner of the house. The black smoke disappeared in instance, and it was a beautiful sight to see!


I astral projected my way to the Korean woman just to find out that she is already reaching her 2 months of pregnancy as a result of the rape. She was sleeping when I came by, and this is where met her guardian, who told me that she lived with her mother, and there's nothing she can do to help this woman relief herself from the deep trauma. Yet the baby was dying from the traumatic depressions. When I sense her baby, I learned that the baby is a boy with great potential to become a miracle child, and he could be a true guardian for his mother at the times where she needs to heal.

All of the information is true; another dark dirty aura surrounded the woman so intensely. This can be dangerous to both woman and her baby. Again with the help of the powerful angels, we created an impulse to absorb the negativity and break it, drawing white protective aura and pink loving light around her instead. Archangel Michael asked me to project indigo and green light, my personal healing color hue, from her baby, to help clean the leftover negativity.


These activities are still exhausting enough for me because they drain my energy, thus I still have much to learn. Nevertheless I'm happy to help anyway I can, and now I know that whenever I need help I can always channel the angels as they will assist me along the way :)

Namaste.

BASA-BASI

Sudah lama tidak menggunakan bahasa sendiri. Oke, baiklah. Mari duduk sejenak sambil berbasa-basi dan menikmati hari yang akan tergantikan dalam kurun waktu beberapa jam lagi. 

Sudah sekian lama saya aktif menulis di blog ini, dan setelah saya cek lagi sepertinya rata-rata yang saya tulis disini memiliki kesan yang dalam dan berat. Jarang banget saya menceritakan keseharian saya yang sederhana tapi patut disyukuri, sebagaimana blog-blog remaja pada umumnya. Pada dasarnya sih saya emang paling nggak bisa menulis seperti itu. Biasanya saya akan lancar menuliskan sesuatu kalau ide yang mau saya tuangkan bisa dijadikan hikmah bagi diri sendiri dan sesama umat manusia. 

Alasan mengapa tema blog ini terkesan dalam dan berat adalah, blog ini adalah tempat dimana saya bisa mengekspresikan sisi kepribadian saya yang lain, yang jarang saya tunjukkan di muka umum karena tidak semua orang terbiasa menghadapi pribadi seperti ini. Karena saya adalah seorang pemikir, saya memiliki suatu sisi tersembunyi pada diri saya yang dalam dan intuitif. Ketika sedang memiliki ilham, susah bagi saya untuk menahannya. Paling tidak saya butuh 'sarana' untuk menyalurkannya, baik berupa orang yang menurut saya lebih bijak dan bisa dipercaya atau sekedar menuliskannya ke sini. Ekpresi saya sebagai seorang remaja yang tak kunjung pintar sudah tersalurkan lewat teman-teman dan sekolah. Ekspresi saya sebagai seseorang yang doyan berkhayal sudah tersalurkan lewat seni dan musik. Tentu saja sisi saya yang satu ini berhak berekspresi sebebas yang ia mau! 

Lantas, saya pun memiliki alasan mengapa saya lebih sering mengaspirasikan ide lewat Bahasa Inggris, sudah tahu Bahasa Inggrisnya masih pas-pasan :)) Pertama-tama, teman-teman diskusi spiritual saya rata-rata berasal dari belahan lain dunia, dan saya ingin mereka mengerti pengalaman maupun ide saya. Kedua, kini makin banyak orang-orang dari seluruh penjuru dunia yang mulai terbuka 'sensitivitas'nya, dan saya mengerti bahwa mereka butuh bantuan untuk menyeimbangkan diri, baik secara mental atau spiritual. Karena saya sendiri pernah merasakan betapa susahnya menyesuaikan diri dengan keadaan seperti itu, saya ingin membantu orang-orang yang sedang mengalami apa yang pernah saya alami. 

Saya sering menambahkan tulisan 'namaste' di setiap post dan 'love and light' di samping informasi saya sebagai penulis karena saya ingin semua orang merasa dicintai dan berharga. Barangkali sebagian orang yang berkunjung ke blog saya justru tidak mengenal saya, tapi siapapun mereka, mereka sungguh layak untuk dikasihi dan dihargai. Saya ingin semua orang melihat sesamanya sebagai saudaranya sendiri, tak ada lagi rasa iri atau saling membenci atau mendendam. 

Hari sudah malam. Teh di dalam cangkirku sudah dingin. Sekian basa-basinya, selamat malam, saudara! 

"SOME THINGS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSAID."

Namaste. Hope everyone is doing well, hope everyone can feel the great power of unconditional love that The Universe resonates. 

During the week I've been visiting this 'New Post' page many times, typing a few sentences, but eventually deleted them. I did this all over and over again, with different topics that should've been posted here. I don't really know why I keep doing this, there are many interesting experiences I wanted to share.

Whenever I write some words, there's this voice inside my head that keep telling me to stop. I believe that voice is my intuition, which is under my guardian's control.

In such confusion I began to channel my my guardian to ask him about this. Not surprisingly, I got a good reasonable answer. 

"These are your own experiences, your portion for having fun while learning. Others will not have the exact experiences you had. They will find their own way to find whatever they wanted to find. When you share all of your stories they will be influenced by your point of view, therefore not being able to create their own unique path."

Makes sense, isn't it?

However, I'm not going to stop posting my experiences. I'll let my intuition decide whether it's necessary to write or not. I'd also love to answer questions, so if you want to ask  me something related to the development of spirituality, please do! Questions expand one's knowledge. 

Peace be with you. 

INDIGO

I haven't mentioned that term for a while, having afraid that people would judge me again (so most of the time I use 'crystalline' instead because it's not as common as indigo). Well it was actually my fault so I don't blame anyone and I'm quite thankful for what has happened to me because it made me wiser. Besides the fear of judgments I began to feel that a label is unnecessary so since then I've never addressed myself as an indigo to public anymore. However, I feel the urge to share my opinion about the true  meaning of this 'term' in here. 

Thanks to technology, I'm able to communicate with interesting people from all over the world. Social Networks, as well as this blog, give me the opportunity to talk with new indigo friends and wise, nurturing people, reunite with 'old friends and family', and share knowledges. Their words are blessings to me, and by this post I want them to know how special they are to me. They gave me insights and enlightenment to understand myself as well as the universe, and those are what I've always been craving for. 

My indigo friends are very empathic and psychic so we often do fun things to train our abilities together. I find out that every single one of us have a prominent psychic and non-psychic strength/ability, which is very interesting. I've literally met some in astral projections and dreams as well as participating in some fun psychic games with them. We also drift ourselves into deep conversations, and this post is related to one of our topics, which is about 'indigo as the chosen ones'. 

To be honest, I've been disturbed with the fact that people are referring 'indigos' as 'the chosen ones', giving the impression that indigos are superiors and special compared to others. they even make this local TV Show about indigos showing their skills and abilities to see ghosts or spirits or whatever (which are obviously fake) just to entertain others. How can I tell that it's all fake? Well, true indigos do not use their abilities for such unnecessary stuffs. The abilities true indigos have are for helping others, not for entertaining purpose. Looking from the way they act in front of the camera, it's just so obvious that they're faking it. I'm not even surprised when I hear complaints about this  show from other local friends that are like me. It's like people are exaggerating this phenomenon (which is what I've mistakenly done years ago. but thanks to my developing mind, I now understand how annoying this could be). 

Besides giving such impression, I personally don't think that indigos really are the chosen ones. Just because indigos are psychic empaths doesn't mean we are the chosen ones, psychic ability is just a gift indigos have to develop. And developing an ability is proper ethic for all, because everyone has a gift to be used in this world.
Someone asked me if he an I, as indigos, are the chosen ones, and this is my (extended) answer:

"Well I don't know about others but in my opinion, nobody choses me to do a certain task in this world. I'm just repeating what others do; living and dying. I feel the urge to help others, as well as nature, because like everyone else I'm not a permanent occupant in here. The foods I eat, the air I breathe, the water I drink, are not mine. It would be so rude if I end up destroying everything nature has lovingly given me for free, so I have to return the favor."

Indigos are not always conscious enough to nurture each other, though. I once had a not-so-nice argument with an indigo friend of mine. And I still do mistakes and bring troubles which I believe as a normal thing because everyone, not to mention indigos, has flaws. that's why every single individual has a prominent ability to cover other people's flaws. 

So my conclusion is, indigos are not any different from anyone. We're all the same.