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Here is Ryan's story, as told in the chapter entitled "Messages from Indigos" from Lee Carroll and Jan Tober's book: The Indigo Children, published by Hay House Inc.

Ryan Maluski Malagara is in his early to mid-20's. Indigos of this age are usually the forerunners, the first to arrive. We can almost guarantee that they have been diagnosed with problems - although ADD was not yet the much-used diagnosis it is today, they probably were labeled with mental disorders or anything else that might connote "misfit". Also, many older Indigos mention spiritual aspects.

Describing my feelings growing up as an Indigo is not an easy task because there is just so much to tell. Also, I do not know what it is like not growing up Indigo, so you see my dilemna.  Let me begin by saying this: I always knew I belonged here on Earth, and I always had a deep-seated universal knowledge of how things really work and who I really was.  Yet, with grand humor, I chose to grow up with people in situations and places that reflected absolutely none of my sense of self.  Can you begin to see the infinite possibilities for fun in this play I chose to come into?  I was very challenged; I felt very different and alone.  I felt surrounded by aliens who, having invaded my home, tried to mold me into what they felt I should be.  To put it bluntly, I felt like a king working for a peasant, viewed as a slave.

I grew up in a middle-class Catholic family in the suburbs of Westchester County, New York.  I chose to be blessed with two loving parents and a sister five years younger.  In my infancy, I sometimes reached very high fevers, went into convulsions, and was taken to the hospital and put on ice.  I was medicated for about two years with Phenobarbitol to assist in controlling the convulsions.  My mother noticed that I easily became sicker around large groups of people, so she kept me away from crowds whenever possible.  Her friends and relatives never understood, and they criticized her, but she knew that she had to do this.