Indigo Child

Indigo Child

By Andrea Tadpole-Broussard 

6/30/24

I hope there's enough room here to give you my answer. I watched this last night. I sent this to my accountability Buddies and I want to send it to you.

Oh my God!!! I listened to that thing called Indigo Child on LOYT. Well let me just say mind blown! My first thought is my grandson Michael is one and that is why I enjoy him at a level that I have rarely enjoyed someone before. That's also why I'm fiercely protective of his innocence. 

My next thought is I am one. That very thought brings tears to my eyes. The woman speaking said something about if you're an adult and you realize you were one at what point in your life was it shut down. Immediately I know it was when my uncle molested me the first time. I've been thru years of therapy over that and made peace with it within myself. I will never be okay with him and that's okay. Who would be? There has been this anger in the depths of the deepest parts of who I am over this and now I understand why. He stole so much from me.

When I was born it was at a time when it was not okay to get pregnant before you were married. My parents had to get married whether they wanted to or not. Either that or they were going to force my mom into an unwed mothers home to get rid of me and adopt me out and make this ugly thing go away. My dad would not have any of that and he married my mom.

I learned years ago through some experiences that I had that I was born into this world under a root of rejection. Something that I hated and and fought for a long time. I believe that's part of why I became and alcoholic.

When I was a little girl I had a very very vivid imagination. At least that's the way my parents explained it. I had what they told me were Imaginary friends. But in my heart I knew they weren't imaginary even though everybody else could not see them. I could draw before I could walk or talk. I remember trying to tell my parents about all these beautiful things that I saw and they would just tell me I was such an imaginative little girl. Inside my heart I secretly knew they were real but I didn't tell anybody because I thought they would think I'm crazy.

When I was 10 years old one evening I came home from school it was a Wednesday night and I asked my mom to take me to church. We never went to church on Wednesdays only Sundays. I just knew we had to go. That night I was what they called baptized in the Holy Spirit with the gift of speaking in tongues. A lot of people think that's weird I just know that was my first spiritual experience in my life and it is very real to me. I knew that I had the gift of discernment and healing. This night happened right before my uncle molested me the first time. I've always wondered in my heart what spirit out there was so scared of me that they would let that happen. Why did my light need to be shut down so bad? But I never told anybody.

At one point in my late 20s early 30s I was very active in a church that believed in the Holy Spirit and I started praying for people when I felt led to when they needed healing. I don't know if anybody got healed. I never followed up with people. I just know that people would come to me out of nowhere and ask me to pray for them, to lay hands on them. I remember one time it happened out of nowhere in a grocery store and there I was praying for this lady. I didn't seek these people out they found me.

Then, one day a very close friend of mine saw me at an AA convention. Right there in the middle of a crowd he begged me to pray for him that he could quit smoking. At first I told him no but he begged me. So I prayed right there in the middle of the crowd that God would free him from his addiction to nicotine. I prayed that he would drive him to his knees if he had to. One month later he found that he had lung cancer and he died three months later. I never prayed for anyone again. It broke me in 2 because I felt like maybe it was something I did and I didn't mean to. I haven't let my light shine since, until now.

Like that lady said on the recording if you are one, if you have the gifts that an indigo child has you can't ignore them forever. They push you and they pull you until you let them live.

Now I don't want you guys thinking that I'm anybody special cuz I'm not. I'm just a 61 year old lady trying to find my way through life I am not perfect and nowhere anything close to what Jesus was.

I guess when my dad died I realized that I do not want to waste this life any longer. I don't exactly know what it is I'm supposed to do but I'm not going to hide anymore.

July 5th 1986 was my rebirth day. I don't mean that I got saved that day. I had been saved and baptized so many times before then that I had my ticket to heaven. What I mean is that's the day I got sober and that's the day my life was reborn. I will have 38 years in a few days. It may look like I have waste a lot of time. But I know in my heart that every step I have taken has gotten me to where I am now. It is not by chance that the two of you are on this path with me. God doesn't do coincidences. So, I don't know where the realization of who I have always been is going to lead me. What I do know is I'm very grateful that the two of you are with me. I love you both very much.

One last thought, out of nowhere yesterday a lady told me that I needed to realize all the angels that are around me and focus on them. Now I understand why.

I will add this for you Michael and Elizabeth, I am so grateful the two of you are in my life! This recording about indigo children blew my mind and answers a lot of questions for me. Thank you so much for letting the universe guide you. 💜