An Indigo child keeps no negative accounts!

Sometimes I wonder if there is reincarnation… has Johnno decided to come to this lifetime and just coast? Take a free life, pass ‘go’ and collect $200? He certainly doesn’t seem intent on doing any major ‘work’ while he is here. Is the collective need to accumulate and grow rich a calculated, defective means of keeping all of society's minions in check? Unhappily traversing the whole of a lifetime for meager gains and minimal happiness? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be free of all monetary constraints and social conventions? Never have to worry about paying bills, saying the right things, being in the ‘IN’ crowd because in his mind everyone is included. He is a child who has no understanding of racism. He cannot fathom why someone would hate another much less commit a crime against someone with a different skin color. For Johnno, skin color is like a bird’s feathers. All of the colors are part of God’s plan and no one is better than any other. A true Indigo child, who accepts all for who they are, no string, no judgement, just JOY. If there is reincarnation, I want a turn.

Success: the attainment of wealth, position, honors or the like...

Life is like “a crazy game of poker”…. OAR

I listened as my older son gave his valedictorian speech. Well contrived to introduce the escapades and errors of high school life… the speech spoke on a deeper level to my heart. His younger brother, Johnny sat next to me. Some days it was easy to accept all that is Johnny and even not wonder ‘why’. That day though, stuck with me. I remember thinking about the poker game of life, genetics and inequalities. At that point I still believed in inequalities. Gifted and not so gifted; the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots’ intellectually so to speak. John was on the ‘not so gifted’ side. Not only did he had some Asperger’s features in his personality, he also had medical issues; consuming medical issues. His brain does not think the typical way; some would say the ‘normal’ way everyone else’s does. Even the heavens have conspired against him and made him left-handed. As though he didn’t have enough other trials for learning and expressing and understanding. As I sat there and projected the long-term success of my older son and then his sister as well, I realized success is not always measured in ways of the world. Success is happiness in whatever, wherever, one happens to be in this crazy game of poker we call life. Watching a soul whose very existence exudes joy gives a new meaning to gifted and success and normal and typical. Johnny will probably never be the valedictorian of any organization or school. He lives in the permanent place of ‘now’. Aren’t we all supposed to learn the ‘power of now’? His enthusiasm and joy are evident with every joke he tells. The people tell me they choose his line at the supermarket even when it is longer just to get his ‘joke of the day’ as he bags their groceries. When we walk through the state fair, others say ‘hi’ to him at 10-minute intervals. I ask him how he knows them… sometimes he remembers but most times he shrugs and says ‘I don’t know’. He may not know them but everyone knows him. We call him ‘The Mayor”.