Last night, I found my closest Hollywood Video. Alas, Tucson folks, Casa Video is a one-of. Not all of us could be so blessed with such an establishment. But anyway, I managed to find a bunch of stuff that no one else was gonna rent. Until I find a local companion who is the odd-ball movie enthusiast that I am and that Jon is, these will have to suffice for blog fodder.
So my first selection last night was this movie called Indigo. I'd been wanting to see this thing for a while-- my mom and I had been talking about this concept of "Indigo children" and who we knew who might fit the bill. Indigo children are basically kids that seem to be a little above and beyond. Sometimes they might seem a little psychic, sometimes they exhibit some healing capabilities... just spooky stuff that tend to unnerve grownups. The theory is that, as they are part of a phenomenon that began about 15-20 years ago, they are part of the next step of human evolution. Like, for example, if the average human uses between 7 and 10 % of his or her brain, these kids might have access to a percentage closer to 15-20%-- hence telekinetic powers and whatnot. Do these kids really exist? I have no idea. But the movie obviously has an agenda-- that being promoting and informing the general public-- and asserting wholeheartedly that Indigo-ness is real.
First of all, it's a weird little fictional tale about a little Indigo girl and her grandfather. The acting is, um, yeah, pretty bad. It's community theatre, at best. The writing? Not much better. Frankly, the guy that wrote it (also, the guy who plays the grandfather) should have made a documentary. Everything would have been a lot easier to buy if there had been interviews with real kids and their parents. But instead, we get a fictionalized account of a series of events that appear to have occurred for the sole purpose of showcasing little Gracie's uncanny abilities.
But I'm glad the thing exists just because it opens up a discussion regarding human psychic capacity. I mean, I am probably more inclined to buy into the concept than most of my skeptic friends (you all know who you are)--but then, I seem to know a number of people who are actually capable of some weird stuff. And my mom and I talked some about whether or not I showed some Indigo tendencies as a kid-- nothing that out-of-the-ordinary, really, but, like, speaking fluently by the time I was about a year old when most kids still have a pretty limited vocabulary when turn two. Because I had an early command of language, my theory is that I was able to encode events better than a lot of kids-- and thus, can remember stuff from when I was about 6 months old on up. And that I seem to have access to what I can't think of any other name for than "past life memories." And as I've mentioned in a previous blog, I know when my dead grandmother is around-- and few other select dead folks (Hey, Carl. What's shakin'?). But none of this stuff is particularly effable. It's wishy-washy and entirely possible that I've made it up to entertain myself-- and, ugh, convince myself I'm special. How pedestrian of me, after all, right? Yuck!
And I was nothing at all like the kids in this movie-- they apparently talk to each other via some telekinetic web that encircles the planet. If it is real, it's amazing. Honestly, I've heard a number of critics talking about the Indigo concept as though its nothing but parents looking to see their own kids as superior, gifted, advanced. And maybe that IS what's going on. But what if it's not? If these kids are the next evolutionary step... and they have "powers" ... and are inclined to use them to positive ends (i.e., part of the theory is that, because the kids have a higher vantage point on the goings-on of humans, they are more apt to forgive day-to-day foibles in other people-- thus, they seem more "loving" than your average so-and-so)... and they're already able to communicate all around the world with each other... well, then, shouldn't they at least be able to contribute to the greater good? Shouldn't they be a primary force in determining what the greater good actually is? And if they grow up, maintain their abilities and gain adult authority? Well, it's a rosy picture, ain't it?
As they say, the force is strong with them. Let's all raise a glass to their very existence.
2 comments:
"Indigo" sounds like an Authur C. Clarke book called "Childhood's End". The writing isn't deep, but it's a good read.
And remember, some of us are psychic to the point that we forget the rest of the world isn't. When you have something all the time, you forget it's a gift.
Rob??? Had I sent you a link or did you find me by chance?? I can't remember... Anyway, yeah, you are in my circle of psychic encounters. Red hair is a traditional sign of witchcraft, after all, right? You wouuldn't know anything about that, would you? Me neither.
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