There was was a land of potential. The potential of you and me. We were specks of an ancient man. He lived with no society. He reached into his chest then, took his heart. Crushed it like a coal and spread the specks to start the stars... Along with you and me. There was a recipe for destruction as he separated from himself. So the specks searched for something so called wealth. When the land was dry and boring... When the wealthy were rich and bland... A new generation heard the snoring... And they came up with a plan. They would raise the right ones... To combine the stars. So the daughters and the sons traveled very far... They looked with ancient wonder, remembering their eternity. Felt like wealth was holding them under... Like an evil entity. So they looked the shark right in the eyes... Eventually working at waterparks and prize fairs to earn the money and eventually bring despair to the old but not ancient system... Of buying and selling souls. The old one saw this and was very grateful... So he made them whole. These were the indigo.
One day we will make a free world whole. One without despair, one where we work in pairs and as a whole. There will be no toll. No trolls to hold us under, and that's what gives me hope.
So when your soul is leaving from your body.. Hold on to the rope.
