Nehustan
Well-Known Member
I wonder if I just bumped into a group of INDIGO children, let me recount. I got off the train back home from work, bought a cup of tea from a cafe by the mainline station and walked toward the step of the closed shop I usually pirch upon. There was a young man with a shaved head sat so I enquired, 'mind if I share your step' to which he replied with a nod. We sat and talked, he told of how he was homeless in London had been here a couple of months having moved here from Hastings for a change of scenery. He was living in a homeless shelter, looking for work, his hands had swollen and sunken knuckles shifted from their usual positions, but he seemed a warm and open person despite saying he usually was shy about talking to people. We shared some cigarettes and my cup of tea, exchanged names, then parted.
I walked home pondering my country, and particularly London. I approached the Roman Catholic Cathedral that acts as the head of that church in the UK. Every night the local homeless and those from wider afield come and gather outside the church as concerned christians bring food (soup, sandwiches, sometimes hot food, tea, fruit, coffee, etc) to share with the homeless. Sometimes they bring guitars, and its not unusual to see a circle of christians with the homeless threaded through them singing songs of praise. I myself have eaten there on occasion, with homeless people I know from my area, not pretending to be homeless more to share fellowship with ALL the people gathered, sometimes I have bought food and shared it with the guys I know, more often a cup of tea and a cigarette. So I walked and looked at the crowd gathered tonight, heard an Irish whistle, looked and saw a small group one playing the pipe, while a couple listened propped against their belongings in embrace. All of a a sudden I heard a flurry of activity as a white stretch limosine deposited its cargo on the street. A group of girls aged around 10,dressed as fairies left the stretch limo obviously part of a party. One of the girls looked very pleased in her posh frock and dainty wings and said to me in a confident voice 'We just got out of that limosine'. I replied 'Oh how very nice for you....see all those people over there...they're hungry and homeless.' She looked at me as if I had cursed and said 'What?' So I pointed out the people, probably numbering around a 100/120 and said 'See all those people...yes those people...they are all homeless and hungry.' I left as the fact struck home on her and her friends. Maybe they were INDIGO children, I'm sure their parents think so.
I walked home pondering my country, and particularly London. I approached the Roman Catholic Cathedral that acts as the head of that church in the UK. Every night the local homeless and those from wider afield come and gather outside the church as concerned christians bring food (soup, sandwiches, sometimes hot food, tea, fruit, coffee, etc) to share with the homeless. Sometimes they bring guitars, and its not unusual to see a circle of christians with the homeless threaded through them singing songs of praise. I myself have eaten there on occasion, with homeless people I know from my area, not pretending to be homeless more to share fellowship with ALL the people gathered, sometimes I have bought food and shared it with the guys I know, more often a cup of tea and a cigarette. So I walked and looked at the crowd gathered tonight, heard an Irish whistle, looked and saw a small group one playing the pipe, while a couple listened propped against their belongings in embrace. All of a a sudden I heard a flurry of activity as a white stretch limosine deposited its cargo on the street. A group of girls aged around 10,dressed as fairies left the stretch limo obviously part of a party. One of the girls looked very pleased in her posh frock and dainty wings and said to me in a confident voice 'We just got out of that limosine'. I replied 'Oh how very nice for you....see all those people over there...they're hungry and homeless.' She looked at me as if I had cursed and said 'What?' So I pointed out the people, probably numbering around a 100/120 and said 'See all those people...yes those people...they are all homeless and hungry.' I left as the fact struck home on her and her friends. Maybe they were INDIGO children, I'm sure their parents think so.