I have read that indigo children and indigo adults get very attached to physical objects… Not because of the actual object but because of the energy on that object.
Recently, I have been sorting through vinyl records in order to release them.
It has been a very methodical and time-consuming process… much more than is probably warranted for the job.
My reasoning was that I wanted to make sure that none of the vinyl records were worth a lot more money than just the usual Ebay sale.
I looked up each record to make sure I knew the issue number and what label was pasted on the record. That kind of stuff makes a difference.
Then one day, in the midst of this process, my mother grabs all of the records and donates them to a church without telling me.
When she got back she told me and I felt what seemed to be cords pulling out of the heart chakra area of my energetic body.
I started to shake and cry, all the while thinking how silly it was that I was so upset. Didn’t I want to get rid of these records, anyway?
When my mom saw how upset I got, she went back to the church and picked up the records.
With them home again, I now looked upon them with complete numbness and indifference.
Well, maybe not complete indifference. I went through them all hastily and grabbed the ones I felt drawn to and said, “Do whatever you want with the rest. I don’t care anymore.”
I scurried down to the basement to find a place to hid this precious vinyl, but stopped to sit down for a minute. I looked at them asking myself, “Why do I care about them so much? What do these records mean to me? I never play these records. They are of no use to me. If anything, getting rid of them would urge me to buy the digital version and actually listen to the beautiful music again.”
After meditating on this a bit, I realized that the records represented two things to me:
- They were a connection to my father. I have wonderful and happy memories of my father listening to these records while he relaxed with a glass of wine. I was able to recognize Beethoven 5th Symphony and knew what Joan Baez looked like by site by age 4 because these were the records my dad loved and he taught me these things. My dad died over a decade ago and I am still finding touchstones that can bring me, surprisingly, to tears in an instant for what seems like no reason at all. His vinyl records don’t make me cry, but the thought of losing them made me feel like I was losing my dad again.
- The feel and look of vinyl records, and especially the smell, remind me of when I was a very young child living in New York City. My parents had one of those combo television record players with the beautiful woodwork and I would lift the lid of the end that held the record (which was eye-level for me at the time) and take a deep breath in to smell and look at these wonderful musical disks. This was the happiest time of my childhood, and by simply smelling a vinyl record I am transported there instantly.
I realize that holding on to vinyl records for these reasons are silly. I will not be any less connected to my father by letting them go, and I can always hold on to ONE record to keep that smell near me whenever I want to be transported back to my childhood in New York.
But they are still hard to let go.
And it’s clear to me now that my methodical procedures regarding the records was my way of honoring the vinyl records and connecting with the energy one last time.
Since then, I have enjoyed playing several of the records, and have even let many of them go to a dealer. He bought some of my dad’s favorites. I didn’t get much for them, but I like the idea that maybe someone who loves vinyl will cherish them as much as my dad did, and, for different reasons, as much as I do.
The day I sold them, I got a huge feeling of nausea immediately afterward. I could feel that it was some of the energetic ties I have to these records clearing off of me. It passed in about an hour and then I felt very light energetically.
So what do you think? Should I get rid of the rest of them or keep them? Should I keep a few of my favorites or my dad’s favorites? Or let go of the whole lot as soon as possible, along with the record player?
Do other indigo adults get attached to things like this, and if so, how do you deal with it? Do you hold on to things or do you deliberately make the choice to let it go? How does that work for you? Do you ever miss things and regret letting things go, even if you never used them, but because they were an emotional touchstone and connection to something or someone that had been in your life?
These questions have always given me pause. My love of living a life with minimal stuff is often in conflict with those things that I acquire that allow me to connect with something or someone wonderful in my past.
Please leave comments below. Thanks!
~ Peace ~
Indigo Leslie
PS: Thank you for reading the story of my dad’s vinyl records. By sharing the story, I feel that that is another way to honor my dad and the connection to the vinyl records, which also helps me to let them go.