Indigo-E.T. Connection

by Marshall Masters

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  Survival Is Not an Option

  As it was explained in the last chapter, people will initially be drawn to you because they'll feel a sense of emotional safety with you. Also, they will trust in your sense of what must be done.

  If one does not know how to navigate by the stars, then one seeks to serve under the command of a good captain who does. Ergo, to serve loyally is honorable, and to command wisely is of equal honor.

  For as long as your travels remain relatively undisturbed, the situation will always be manageable to a degree. However, continuing bliss is not the nature of a living universe, where all periods of blissfully long quiescence are eventually punctuated by violent and painful moments of life and death.

  This is the crux of why you, as an Indigo, would rather go it alone and not lead others. It is also another of the reasons why others willingly follow you. And this brings us to the most painful decision of which you will eventually face. Will you lead well because you are prepared, or will you lead badly because you never thought it was necessary to prepare?

  The following posthistoric scenario is offered to help illustrate the point.

  The long march to safety has been grueling. You're tired, hungry, wishing for peace, and of not having to comfort the distressed. Consequently, your sense-of-self is so drained that you shut out the world in order to replenish yourself with pleasant daydreams as you stumble along.

  Then suddenly, your group has unwittingly walked into a deadly crossfire ambush set by a pack of common hooligans and thieves, out to take your meager possessions, rape your women, and leave you all for dead.

  There is no 9-1-1 to call for help this time. True to your nature as an Indigo, you've lead your group beyond the outrageous heavy-handed tactics of a hobbled and crumbling nation-state. Aside from a few weapons carried by various members of your group, you are all but defenseless against such concentrated firepower.

  The first explosion of combat numbs your mind as you see those around you fall limply to the ground. Then in a flash of inner brilliance, you mind snaps free and becomes void of all emotion as it shifts time.

  In a twilight moment, time slows to a pace that makes it easy for a dispassionate and remote part of your psyche to methodically calculate a daring plan of attack. To the others it appears like a snap decision, but for you, there has been enough time to clearly think your options through. The best option is obvious, and you seize the moment by dashing with reptilian coolness toward the enemy's flank, as the conscious part of you watches from aside in quiet amazement.

  Sensing it as the right thing to do, you relinquish full control to the reptilian part of your mind. Dodging bullets like a slow motion whirling dervish, you move with a hell-bent purpose. Yet all you hear are the distant echoes of your own footsteps as you feel the urgent need to protect those who have followed you to this killing field no matter the cost.

  Then something that feels like a computer in your mind, instructs you to pause mid-stride, just long enough for it to set a final course correction for that final zigzag pattern that will bring you up and behind the enemy leader. Overly confident of his impending victory, his attention is focused elsewhere.

  A few of the thieves have watched your lighting charge with amazement, while others continue to shoot indiscriminately, laughing at the ease of their brutal attack.

  In their midst, the leader is still caught up in his lust of impending rape and pillage until the instant he sees a momentary glint of light reflected from the blade of your knife. He looks up at you, and before it all registers in his mind, you slash his throat to the bone in the blink of an eye.

  The steel of you knife is dripping blood as you turn to face the other thieves. They are struck with fear by the black lifeless look in your eyes. It is the cold look of a shark, moments before he strikes. Leaderless, they turn and flee.

  What was once the hollow bravado of dim-minded selfish men has turned full route into blind fear as they run away from you and those you've inspired.

  Yes, you have won, but there is no sense of victory. As you shift back into a normal sense of time, the moans of the wounded and dying reach your ears, along with the piercing wails of the newly bereaved. In this defining moment you have been both blooded as a victorious leader and deeply shamed as an Indigo.

  The others will admire your brave charge into the ranks of the thieves and the certain manner in which you dispatched their leader, for in doing so, you saved lives. Likewise, they will see your anguish and some will step forward to try and comfort you. But there will be no comfort for you after this, because you know that you should have not led them to this killing field in the first place.

  You will earnestly promise yourself that you'll never make this kind of tragic error again, but it will be of little comfort to you. Nor will this promise abate that which will continue to gnaw at your soul-that being your own limitations and the realization that you wasted the opportunity to train your mind for this strange new world, back while there was still time.

  Keep in mind, the point of this scenario is not to convince you of the need to undergo some form of warrior training. Rather, it is to illustrate the point that you need to train your mind so that you and those who follow you can avoid such situations altogether, because to survive, you must be intelligent enough to bypass danger without it ever knowing you existed. Failing that you must sell your life dearly if it comes to that, for the universe expects no less of you.

  Therefore, the first step to avoiding future dangers is to train your mind today, using the three-dimensional attributes of classic works by authors such as Emerson, Dumas, Plato, Rand, Shaw, Shakespeare, Twain, and Tolstoy, just to mention a few.

  A good way to think of classic works of literature in the three-dimensional sense is to imagine that you are going to see a 3-D film at the local movie theater. You hand your ticket to the usher and in return you're given a pair of flimsy-looking sunglasses, with one blue lens and one red lens. When you put them on, the film gains a 3-D perspective and suddenly entire scenes literally seem to pop out at you. What the classic authors do is essentially the same thing.

  During normal everyday use, language is primarily two-dimensional. However, authors who possess classic talent have the ability to craft words together in such a deep manner that they convey three-dimensional meanings. The more you study these works, the easier it becomes for your mind to see in all three dimensions. When you do, you begin to see the roots of human nature from the point-of-view of the character and in time, it becomes easy for you to see yourself through the eyes of their eyes. Therein lies the power of strategy, and of being able to cleverly skirt danger as opposed to placing yourself in a position where you must fight it head on, and hope that you will not risk all in the process.

  Another example comes from the 1982 Gene Roddenberry film, Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan. In the final pitched battle of that film, Khan, Captain Kirk's sworn adversary, possesses a genetically superior intellect, yet he proves himself to be a two-dimensional thinker. Even though Kahn holds the technological advantage, Captain Kirk uses his three-dimensional thinking ability to soundly defeat him.

  While the conflict made for highly entertaining cinema, a real life Captain Kirk would have preferred to use his three-dimensional thinking ability to avoid the confrontation with Kahn, and thereby spare the lives of many under his command.

  In a posthistoric world, you will need to navigate by tainted stars in stained skies that we of the present cannot fully comprehend. Therefore, you will no doubt cover new ground with each footfall and the one best device to ensure that you avoid danger while on your way to safety shall be the three-dimensional capabilities of your own mind.

  Indigo, read the classics you can easily understand and let your instincts guide you to the knowledge. As you master their complexity, seek those works that present fresh challenges to your intellect. This also means that you need to spend less time in front of the television, as it dulls your mind wi
th two-dimensional biological entertainment processing.

  During this process, you will not only acquire invaluable insights into human nature, strategy, and tactics, but you will also gain the only true portable advantage this world can give you for survival in the next, provided that you have the courage to use it.

  Do Not Die for Fate

  There are religious orthodoxies that tell us that we are preordained to fulfill certain roles in our lives. Either our souls divine these roles before they take up residence in the biomass of our physical being, or these roles are written down in a mysterious book of life by our creator and indelibly branded into each new incarnation.

  If that role designates you to be a member of the power elite then, as comedian Mel Brooks once said, It's nice to be the king. However, if you've been preordained to live as a slave, that's not so nice. What one needs to understand about the concept of fate is that it makes it easy for one to accept the crumbs of subjection, and the various other attending miseries.

  However, the real problem with the concept of fate is not the crumbs of stale bread it teaches you to be satisfied with. The real problem with fate is that it teaches people to die for it! But an occasional few do manage to see through this charade.

  A good example of this is the opening monologue by the character John Connor in the blockbuster film, Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, which begins with: The future has not been written. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. I wish I could believe that.

  This needs to be closely examined, because there will be times during the coming tribulations when you feel as though all is hopeless and that fate, which never intended for you to endure, has led you into an inescapable Kobayashi Maru scenario wherein you must chose the manner of your own demise.

  If the term Kobayashi Maru rings a bell it should, because it also hails from the movie, Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan, mentioned earlier in this chapter. In that film, this un-winnable scenario is used to evaluate a cadet's ability to face certain death as a commander.

  That is, except for one young cadet by the name of James T. Kirk. He beat the scenario by solving the scenario problem by changing the conditions surrounding it. Or in other words, he cheated, and for this, he received a commendation for original thinking, or so it goes in the movie. What an interesting twist on the whole concept of cheating: let's take a closer look at it.

  The word cheating is primarily used as a moral pronouncement that describes the individual behaviors that violate the dictums of external orthodoxies. This seems odd at face value, given that death is both inevitable and timeless, so how can one ever cheat it? At best, all you can do is postpone it. Therefore, all you can ever hope to cheat from fate are the external orthodoxies used to define it.

  Balderdash, you say! Society needs to draw a line in the sand because it needs orthodoxies to define a proper death. Congratulations, you've just taken the first step towards the necessary sacrifice of young virgins to appease angry gods. These sacrifices may work great for the community's temporary peace of mind, but they're really hard on virgins-especially if you happen to be one!

  Indigo, never resign yourself to the conventional notion of fate for if you do, the external orthodoxies wedded to the concept of fate will be your undoing. This is why there is no fate but what we make for ourselves.

  By freeing your mind of the notion of fate you cease to create it. This new freedom of mind will help you to focus on redefining the conditions surrounding the thorny problems you will no doubt face during your journey through life, so that you can avoid them.

  Do not die needlessly for fate. The universe made you smarter than that! And yet?.

  When Combat Becomes Unavoidable

  Let's be realistic. You know that there will be times in a posthistoric world when combat seeks you out with unrelenting malevolence and chases you until you are left with only two choices. You can either let it run you down like a flight-weary beast, knowing there will be no merciful end to the chase. Or, you can turn and face it on the grounds of your own choosing. Remember, the universe expects you to defend yourself, so make time to assess your strengths and weaknesses as well as those of your enemy. After you do, seek the element of surprise, strike fiercely, hold the initiative, show no hesitation, and give no quarter.

  As terrible as it may sound, you must be willing to fight with the ferocity of a Spartan or Roman warrior. When the moment comes, put your fears aside and close with the enemy.

  This is how the Romans conquered the known world in their day, and a study of their strategies and tactics is certainly a very worthy use of time. And if you can tear yourself away from the television long enough, a slow meaningful read of Sun-tzu's book, The Art of War, will open your mind in ways a biological entertainment processor could never imagine. But first, let's start with the Romans. What you will learn will amaze you.

  For example, Roman legionnaires trained and fought with a double-edged short sword called the Gladius. It was their principle weapon and to this day it still remains the deadliest cutting weapon ever created for close quarters combat.

  Always holding the Gladius in their right hands, legionnaires marched into the enemy ranks with incredible discipline and organization. Then at close quarters, they made savage thrusts of their thirty-inch long swords at speeds of up to four stabs per second. This they kept doing like throbbing steam engines, until the tips of their blades found a soft, unprotected area of the body such as the belly or throat. When that happened, the legionnaire would then drive his Gladius deep into the center of his enemy's torso, severing the spine for a quick kill.

  Brutal? Absolutely! But if you find yourself in a posthistoric situation where combat becomes unavoidable, then steel yourself to fight the Gladius, well and without mercy.

  REMEMBER, THE UNIVERSE EXPECTS YOU TO SURVIVE.

  If this discussion of the Gladius has chilled your blood, then consider this. If IT, the horrible catastrophe we fear ever happens, and you survive; and you lead; and you and those who follow you make it to a more enlightened age; you will all become the seed of an even more evolved human species.

  In time, your descendents will no longer need iron or steel to kill because for them, a simple thought will be all that is required. With such a mental Gladius in the hand of your grandchildren's grandchildren, you can only hope that they will shoulder such power with somber responsibility. Regardless of what is to be, it shall be their destiny to choose, and your destiny to give them that opportunity.

  Non-Indigos may agonize over this prospect, but true Indigos already know the answer. This is because we already carry the seed of that future choice within us, and we gift it to those who follow in the same manner in which we received this gift of the universe for safekeeping. When awakened, this gift will be part of their internal knowledge and this is not the only other wondrous human gift we shall pass on to them.

  Accept Synchronicities

  The longer one lives, the more one begins to feel that all things happen for a reason. It can be argued in the traditional sense, that this is a nebulous sort of cause-and-effect phenomena. Industrial man loves to industriously savor such brain candy as this, until he feels ready to bite down on what he will define as its logical center.

  Yet, we posses a human power which has no observable cause and effect. It is the mystery of synchronicity—things just happen in ways that connect our minds to the universe and to one another. And this is not a new phenomenon.

  A clear historical example of synchronicity can be seen in many of the films produced during the WWII era, which featured the predictable Oh Johnny scene. Regardless of the scenario and the settings, the Oh Johnny scene always played the same way.

  It would always begin with a frightened but honest-looking American solider charging the enemy's guns on some far-flung battlefield. A hail of machine gun bullets tears through the brave soldier's body and he turns to face the camera with an agonized expression. As his eyes roll up, the audience knows he will fall
dead to the ground.

  Just as his lifeless face lands in the sand, the film cuts to a dark bedroom back in America. The lighting is subtle as the director uses a moonbeam to light the bed in which the dead soldier's wife sleeps. White knuckles grip the theater seats as the audience prepares for what they know will come next.

  The camera slowly moves in on the sleeping wife, until her eyes open with fright. Bolting upright in her bed she screams hysterically, Oh Johnny, my Johnny, they've killed you!

  WWII movies were not produced with Oh Johnny scenes because American's found them entertaining. They were produced because the phenomena was real, and it was happening in homes all across America, as hundreds of American husbands, fathers, and sons fell in battle each day of that terrible war.

  Perhaps it was a sympathetic Hollywood producer who first took notice, or perhaps it was a government official concerned with maintaining public support of the war. Either way, untold thousands of women were routinely experiencing these terrifying moments of synchronicity and they all desperately needed to know they were not alone, nor mentally defective.

  What Hollywood Oh Johnny scenes did was to correct a glaring deficiency in the reigning orthodoxies of the day, because they were telling these unfortunate women that the terrifying synchronicities they were experiencing were the voices of demons or madness. This tactic worked, but it was but a temporary adjustment. Following the end of WWII, the Oh Johnny scenes slowly faded to black, leaving behind a vacuum of awareness that was quickly replenished with the same old unchanged orthodoxies and their same old unchanged deficiencies.

  Meanwhile the notion of synchronicity was able to beat an academic retreat and remained there in those dusty halls of learning until the advent of the Internet where the concept has once again blossomed, and thankfully so.

  What we find today, especially amongst the younger more literate users of the Internet, is the same deep yearning to understand why we continue to use Oh Johnny moments that are far more enlightening that what those unfortunate women experienced during WWII.