The Indigos: Children of the Web
By Jelaila Starr
Written September 22, 2000
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At the end of the article, The Ingathering has Begun, I said I would follow up with another one to
share the information I received from the guide of one of my session clients on a certain race of beings. This race has come to earth to develop and set in place the technology that would
enable us to create the Cities of Light, the bridge to the 5th dimension. I will pick up the story at the point where I was about to receive this information from Sharyl’s guide, the tall, slender man with the white hair and electric blue eyes. For those who have not read the previous article, Sharyl Jackson is a wonderful lady for whom I provided a counseling session and it was during this session that we received the information on what I have termed the “Children of the Web” or “Web kids”, and the Cities of Light.
Counseling Session - September 9, 2000
We are about half way through the hour long counseling session. I am intensely focused on the information and visions Sharyl’s guide is showing and telling me. Her guide tells
me he would like to change the focus and move to the next subject. He says to me, “Please share with her (Sharyl) your dream about the children.” I say to Sharyl,
“This guide wants me to tell you about the dream I had about the children a few nights ago. I don’t know why he’s asking me to do this, but I’m willing to go along with
the request. Do you want to hear it?” She replied, “Sure!”
Children of the Web dream as written in my journal – September 1, 2000
I am at a weekend family reunion at my Aunt Betty’s house. In my dream it is an old white Victorian style farmhouse on a large lot near the freeway. The house is dilapidated with the
paint peeling off the outside. In real life my now deceased aunt lived in a spacious red brick home on lots of acreage. Weeds have taken over the flowerbeds that were once her pride and
joy but no one in the family seems to notice. With great curiosity I walk through and explore the many rooms filled with antique furniture and knick-knacks, mementos of the past.
I leave my family, gathered in the parlor, and walk into my aunt’s bedroom. I see a young boy about 10 or 12 years old. He is carrying an antique candlestick and preparing the room
for the night, laying out bedclothes and turning back the covers on the bed. I stand in the doorway watching him. He has his back to me and therefore is unaware of my presence.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, in a soft low voice so as to not startle him. He responds, “Your aunt hired me to help out for the weekend. I live in
town.” Quietly he turns back to his work. Silence falls between us for a minute and then he begins to speak. He tells me about the town and in my mind I go to the town and see
the visions he shares through his words. There are young people driving around and killing people. A war has broken out in the town between the young people. They seem to have no
feelings about this. They kill whole families.
I am standing in the front yard of someone’s home. I see a girl of about 15. She is standing close to her parents. Her boyfriend drives up in his car. He looks to me to be
about 17 years old. He is angry that she has dumped him. He has a gun. He opens fire killing her and her parents. I escape by running and diving behind a big truck that is
parked on the curb in front of the house. Then I get up, run across a field, somehow dodging the bullets from the boy’s gun and slide down a very steep embankment covered with trees and
thick underbrush to a small pick up truck below. I had hidden the truck in the trees a long time ago just for situations like this. I got in and the truck started up instantly without me
even putting in the key.
I drive out of the trees and turn onto a dirt road that leads to an adjacent small town. The truck, with a mind of its own, drives itself while I fumble around under the seat looking for the key
to put in the ignition.
I follow this dirt road for what seems like 15 miles, passing open fields and farmhouses. Eventually I enter the outskirts of town. Ahead of me I see a 4 way stop. A man in a brown uniform
steps out from a building on the left side of the road and puts his hand up for me to stop. I suppose he acts as the traffic light since there doesn’t seem to be one
otherwise. I put my brakes on to stop but realize to my amazement that they don’t work. I manage to slow down some but still am going too fast to stop. I blow right past
the uniformed man. I spot a brake shop to the left on the other side of the intersection. I turn the wheel and coast into the parking lot, grateful that I didn’t hit anyone.
I notice that there are no lights on. I surmise the brake shop is closed. Then I spot a chubby man in his 40’s coming out of the ice cream shop across the street. The man waves
to get my attention and then calls out and points to the shop. I can’t hear his words because my windows are up but I comprehend that he is the owner and that he wants me to give him time
to open the doors so that I can pull my car in. As I wait I notice that there are no other cars around; the town seems almost deserted. In the same moment I realize it is because the
people are afraid and stay indoors to stay alive. On the surface, this appears to be a friendly little town in rural America, but there is something very destructive lurking beneath that
The owner opened the door and I drove the truck inside and onto the car lift, relieved that I could get the problem fixed right away. I got out and looked around while the owner worked on the
truck. It was a large shop in an old building with room for at least 4 cars. The ceilings were two stories high with windows at the top facing the street. They were the old
fashioned windows where the lower pane opens inward by pulling on an iron latch. As I watched my truck being lifted towards the ceiling, two more customers drive their cars into the adjoining
bays. Both are station wagons filled with families. I think to myself, “This place sure has gotten busy all of a sudden.”
A few minutes later 2 more cars pull in. These are driven by young men; the oldest being around 20. The boys get out of their cars. I see they are carrying loaded sawed off shotguns
and instantly surmise that they are not here to get their brakes fixed. I dive behind a large concrete pole as they open fire on the other people. The women scream as they try to shield
their small children from the blasts. There are infants; I see them killed in their parents’ arms. The fathers are yelling at the boys to stop; the bullets silence their
Suddenly it becomes deadly quiet, there are no whimpering sounds coming from the wounded because everyone is dead. The boys calmly turn and get back in their cars. They casually back out of the
shop and drive away. I step out from behind the concrete pillar, dazed with horror at the scene before me. The floor is covered with the blood of the families. Everyone is dead, the
children, the babies, the fathers and mothers. And the boys, they showed no emotion at all. It was as if they had no emotions. My mind struggles to understand what I have
I hear a noise to my right and look up at the windows. Something or someone has fallen through one of the open windows. With a soft thud it lands on top the tall row of tool cabinets
below. It’s a woman and she is wounded; blood drips from her wounds onto the floor below. Seconds later she gets to her feet, turns towards the wall, inserts her hand into an
opening that has magically appeared, and pulls what looks to me to be a computer motherboard. This woman is strange looking, about 5' tall and dressed in a black spider costume but then I
realize it is her real body. She is a spider woman.
She jumps from the top of the cabinet and floats to the floor without a sound. She turns to face me looking straight into my eyes. Her demeanor is calm; there is no hint of fear.
Holding the motherboard in her hand she cries out to me, “Our people have caught a bug. They are able to morph into humans and are killing each other!” I stand there unable to
fully comprehend her words.
The dream ends.
Sharyl is silent at the other end of the phone. I don’t know whether she has gone to sleep or is just taking in what I have said. Then I say, “Sharyl, this woman was a
spider but she walked upright like you and me.” We talked about this for a few minutes, trying to figure out whether the children the Spider woman was referring to were of a spider race or
whether the she was saying that they had spider like qualities. I could tell that Sharyl was not comfortable with the idea that they were a spider race. I was okay with it since I have
worked with many races during counseling sessions, so we both agree to just remain open until we could get clear on this.
We continued talking and suddenly we make the connection between the children in this dream and the ones we have come to call the Indigos, also known and the Children of the Indigo Ray. Sharyl
has, as part of her mission, the assignment to play a very active role in helping the people of earth to understand these children. As Sharyl takes a moment to digest this last piece, I
mentally note that they have also been coming to my attention a lot lately as well, and finally the dream and the near daily reminders of these children makes sense to me. For Sharyl this last
piece of information about her mission is a powerful confirmation of feelings that she has been having for some time now. She says to me, “Jelaila, I was told by my guides that I would be
working with the Indigo kids. They are angry and they are killing each other. Someone needs to help the parents understand this and make the changes necessary to create a safe and loving
environment for these kids.”
So we finally understood what her guide was trying to tell us—the children in my dream and the Indigo children are one and the same. The Spider woman was speaking of our young people,
which are her people. I still thought that they were a spider race but then after more discussion I understood that they are a race of beings with spider like qualities in that they create
webs—technological webs. In the dream the woman had dressed like a spider to show me that they make webs just like spiders do. I felt chills rush through my body as this realization
As we continued to talk more pieces fell into place. I will summarize from this point on in order to keep this article from getting too long. But before I do, let me say that though I have
counseled with many of these web children, helping them to understand their parents, and giving them tools to integrate their emotions I do not feel I am an expert on these Spider or Indigo
people. I am sharing information based on the message I received from the Spider woman in my dream and from Sharyl’s guide. Also, what I share is in regards to their anger and what
that anger portends for all of us. I do not seek to create fear, but instead, to sound an alert and provide a basis for understanding their current dilemma.
The children, some of whom are in their late 20’s, that we call the Indigos, are from a 5D race of beings that travel through the universe creating technological webs for planets in the
ascension process. They come from a hive or web mentality, meaning that they are mentally linked. In the web mentality, everyone in the web knows everyone else’s
thoughts. In races like these, and I have worked with several over the years, they have reached a point in their evolution where the denser emotions of anger, rage, resentment and bitterness
have been completely suppressed. This means that they are not connected to their lower 3 chakras but instead live in the upper 4 chakras. This creates a society of great harmony, though
little individuality, and one whose emphasis is mental, logical and therefore technological.
This race has become very proficient at creating webs and, I am told, they have become known throughout the universe as the “Spider People” or the “People of the
Web.” Because of their unique abilities, they are often asked to assist planets in ascension by creating a web interface between the dimension the planet is leaving and the
dimension into which they wish to ascend. That interface or bridge is what we call the Cities of Light.
The People of the Web have emotions; they feel joy, peace, love and satisfaction. But, I am told and as I have experienced in working with them, they are limited in the range of their emotions,
only feeling those of the upper chakras. This means they don’t feel anger, passion, rage, guilt and shame or intense sexual desire or excitement like we do. Therefore, when they come to a
dense planet like earth where the full range of emotions is available and experience emotions of the lower chakras, they have difficulty assimilating them. And learning to assimilate, feel and
express these denser emotions is what they desire in exchange for their service. In their world they have reached a plateau in their spiritual growth and for them to continue to spiritually
evolve, they need to re integrate the denser emotions of their lower chakras.
This race of beings has incarnated into families on earth, I believe since around 1970 though some may have come earlier. When they enter a family, they unconsciously establish a mental web
within the family unit. This mental web allows them to access and feel all the emotions of the other family members.
When everyone in the family is expressing their own emotions, speaking their truth and being honest about their feelings, the mental web is a wonderful experience and allows the Indigo child or Web
child to feel the full range of emotions moving into and out of his/her emotional body. This enables them to gently integrate the feelings of the lower chakras in a balanced way. But,
when the family is not in its integrity, not expressing their feelings and not speaking their truth, the unexpressed emotions reach a toxic level and when those toxic emotions move into the emotional
body of the Web child, he/she reacts and acts them out in order to release them and thus reduce the level of emotions to a safer level.
Their reaction is often incomprehensible to us and our lack of understanding only adds more pain to their already overloaded emotional bodies. We are not used to seeing children who don’t
pay attention, demand respect, act out in class, become irrationally angry, are hopelessly bored and choose isolation over interaction. In our bewilderment we turn to drugs and medicate our Web
children, thinking that by suppressing their emotional bodies and their pain, we can borrow enough time to find a cure.
The answer I am told is a very simple one. We must move to a higher state of integrity, express our emotions, and speak our truth. In short, we must learn to be real and especially when
relating with these children. They demand respect and integrity as part of their world. They are used to it and when it is lacking, they respond to let us know. In the most extreme
cases, when there is too much anger, the Web child explodes and because they do not know how to handle the denser emotions of earth, they do what they do naturally and that is to eliminate the cause
of the anger in order to survive. This is what the Spider woman was trying to tell me. In the dream the “bug” was anger. This race is not accustomed to feeling anger so
it is like a bug or virus to them and so they use their skills to rid themselves of it and its carriers, which in this case are other humans.
I am not saying that all Indigos are this way. It seems to be those Web children who have grown up in families with family behavioral patterns that encourage and even demand suppression of the
denser emotions, but not always. What I am saying is that they have the ability to rid themselves of things that are harmful to them just like we humans do. We use our technology to
create vaccines to eradicate viruses that kill us; they are no different. In their case they use guns, and in the future, computer technology to eradicate what they think threatens their
Since earth is now in ascension mode, the People of the Web have come here to create the technology that will enable us to bridge to the 5th dimension. The younger ones are often fascinated and sometimes obsessed with Nintendo and other computer games. The older ones, the ones in their late teens up to around 30 are the Spider people working on cutting edge technology that will meld the human mind with the computer.
By the year 2007 the Web will look much different than it does today. I am told these Indigos will create the Internet in such a way that we will have to have the utmost integrity to be able to
use it and gain access to the 5D portion of it. This is what the security issues of today are heralding for tomorrow. They will create technology that scans our DNA and also our emotional
bodies to ascertain our integrity level. If we have not reached that level, they will have technology built into the Internet that will shut us out of the 5D areas, thus, keeping us either
individually or collectively from ascending into 5D. This will not be done maliciously on their part, but as a logical means of survival. They understand the level of integrity and honesty
needed in 5D because they come from there. These technologies simply ensure the ongoing safety of those worlds by not allowing anyone of a lower frequency to enter.
Allow me to offer an example. Notice the age of the people who create most of the computer viruses. They are usually between the ages of 16 and 25. Though they are using the viruses
to express their anger, we need to be aware that this is their first expression of their true abilities to create software that eradicates. These young people are angry at our lack of integrity,
our choice to be dishonest, our lack of respect for ourselves and for them. They know that they cannot trust us, and they feel that the fears that block our integrity can threaten their safety
and the safety of their home dimension. Computer viruses are just their first step in creating the technology that will ensure their survival and protection of their 5D world, technology that
will also lock us out of that dimension. In other words, they are just warming up so please pay attention!
I’m no expert at the Web and computers so if my explanation seems a little vague and simplistic, I offer my apologies. I do struggle to put words to what I see in the visions.
So, I ask you to look at this objectively and don’t get frightened over the realization of the power this race has. They are here to help us, but we must help them in return by keeping our part
of the agreement. We must help them by clearing all the emotional blocks that keep us from being in our integrity and being compassionate so that they can experience the full range of human
emotions and thus, as I said earlier, re-integrate them back into their society.
I believe that we must begin to wake up and understand these children. We acknowledge that they are different from us, we acknowledge that they have a hard time with the denser emotions of anger,
shame, guilt, blame etc., but do we realize why? Or are we too busy putting them on a pedestal and talking about how special they are while all the time turning our backs on their pleas for
understanding, respect and their needs to experience all emotions in a balanced manner?
These are the children that are being labeled ADD and ADHD. But I say that we cause their emotional/physical/mental imbalances by our stuffing of our feelings, our dishonesty, and our fear of
expressing our truth. I would even go so far as to say that if everyone began expressing their feelings and speaking their truth, the majority of these kids could be cured very quickly since
their imbalances are the expression of our imbalances. I believe that if their family webs could be cleared of the toxic levels of unexpressed feelings these kids would settle down and become
emotionally and mentally peaceful and happy which, I understand, is their natural state of being.
The Spider woman came to tell us this. I now believe that she came to alert us to the real situation, asking us to see what is happening. She wants us to understand her people, our
children and do what we, as humans know how to do, express our feelings. I feel that the Children of the Web came in service to create for us the technology through which we can bridge to the 5th dimension and in return we agreed to help them experience the full range of emotions and the balanced expression of those emotions for which humans are known. But if we refuse to fulfill our part of the agreement, they can just as easily create the technology that will lock us out. The choice is ours. What will we do with it? There is no time to lose.
In humble service,
Jelaila Starr, messenger
The Nibiruan Council
Jelaila Starr, author of We are the Nibiruans, The Mission Remembered and the highly acclaimed Keys of Compassion series, is an internationally known channel, teacher, and counselor. Through her lectures, workshops, and articles, Jelaila's message of compassion has touched the hearts of people around. Jelaila’s work inspires hope and understanding while providing solutions to some of today’s most pressing challenges.
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