With apologies, I think the phrase, its popularization, and its promulgation is a crock of self-serving, backpatting New Age excrement calculated to sell piffle.
My inner BS detector always goes off with buzzwordy, catch-phrasey concepts that waft around New Age publishing... ESPECIALLY when they are only supported by folks referencing other fluffy, empty, unsupported, New-Age-trend-of-the-moment authors. Frankly anything that exists without moral ambiguity sounds like BS to me. Power is never unambiguous.
My favorite thing that the "brilliant" Ms. Virtue says is that they're obsessed with minerals (great image there,
children gnawing on stones) and old souls. Ummm, there have always been "old-soul" children. Have any of these authors ever read anything that isn't sold at a grocery store? And of course the New Age tweaks: initially their name comes from their Indigo auras, natch... since the original 80s author was writing about a trend of the moment: auras, only to have Ms. Virtue decide that the auras are opalescent, so that she can glom onto the trend of HER New Age moment: Crystals. This all reminds me of the New Age adoption of pretty angels that only bring blessings when pre-Victorian angels mostly brought horrific messages, destroyed cities, murdered people, and carried disease. Duh. Power is never unambiguous.
I teach gifted kids at a fancy private school here in the city. Many of my students would be called "disabled" by public schools because they have abilities that are difficult to test. They are literally off the charts. You must adapt the educational process to their skillset, think on your feet, and NEVER compare them. They demand more, and they should. They are individuals, not insects. Comparisons produce nothing but drones. One of the rules about working with small geniuses is that they are in many respects identical to
disabled kids: demanding, curious, stubborn, unpredictable, explosive, intuitive, shocking, rude, infuriating, etc. I once had a 4th grader write a paper for me on
Pride and Prejudice called "Women & Property in Regency England" while in rehearsals for
The Nutcracker. We have a 7th grader who's being tutored in math at a local university... and a freshman who started getting published last year under a pseudonym. All of them have been given any number of (worthless) labels by testing organizations with IQs lower than theirs. They are insanely gifted and "otherworldy" but not because of some idiotic millenial mythmaking. It just means they are capable of accessing their potential. EVERY child should have that right.
To paraphrase Gerald Suster, judgmental "Spirituality" is usually middle-class Christian morality and superiority in Aquarian drag. To judge one child as Indigo, means that there are others that are not. It is in fact a kind of "Auric" racism which allows folks to excuse crappy parenting skills while electing themselves into the Akashic upperclass. There's a nasty whiff of spirtual eugenics here... I notice Llewellyn isn't publishing a book about the "Snuffed-out Tar" children or the "slightly Grey" children. Because everyone believes their child is special. Ummm, newsflash: THEY ARE.
Not to sound pedantic, but all children are magical. As much as all children are evil and funny and kind and cruel. The potential for creation is a synonym for life. Until one of these authors writes a book about the OTHER kids... the mass of soulless, mindless, robot children who stand offstage waiting to be led by the blessed self-designated Indigos, I'm going to call the whole idea self-serving horseshit. The literalist obsession with apocalyptic clockwatching is goofy. EVERY era believes they are in the end times. EVERY western civilization casts itself as the star of the Great Drama... For the record we inherit that perspective from the Yahwist canon and its obsession with Linear time, rather than the Cyclical time which is more widespread and more logical (if less personality-obsessed).
Children are astonishing and gifted. Huggy, mushy New Age shills peddling half-baked child psych in mass-market nonfiction devoid of peer-review or evidence are embarassing and silly.
Not that I have an opinion...