I first
came to Los Angeles when I was 23 years old and the night before I was due to
fly back to Australia, the woman at my hostel’s front desk asked if I could
stay on and work.
In
hindsight I remember thinking of this as a bit of a sliding doors moment, I could
have stayed in LA but instead returned home.
The pull
of LA must have continued its draw as 15 years later I find myself here again trying to carve out a life for myself.
My
American friend, Rane, says LA is special (something about an energy vortex and
magnetic field) and it’s no coincidence, she says, that people follow their
dreams here.
Rane has
spent a lot of time in India and she told me her swami (a Hindu male religious teacher) observed LA's high spiritual activity when he visited.
Long
before I met Rane, I read Anthony Kiedis (Red Hot Chilli
Peppers' lead singer) auto-biography during a travel safari in Africa. I recall
Anthony’s experience with LA's divine intervention.
The story
goes something like this:
Anthony
was fumbling for his house keys after a heavy night on the drugs (not
unusual for him at this time) when he was distracted by a black crow staring down at him. When he looked up, their eyes met and the crow proceeded to screech at him. Anthony
freaked out; viewing this as a sign. The crow, a symbol of the mystic
messenger, brought with it a warning: evil is among you. He needed to clean up his act.
After a
few weeks in LA, I decided to get with the spirit (if you can’t beat 'em, join 'em)
and attended “An Evening with the Archangels” at the Mystic
Journey bookstore on Abbot Kinney (a hip street in Venice).
Two others showed up to the workshop run by ‘angelic healer, spiritual coach and psychic’, Marybeth Murphy.
It says
on Marybeth’s website (www.marybethmurphy.com):
What are Guardian Angels?
They
are God’s messengers and helpers and are sent to assist us in any aspect of our
lives. They bring thoughts of love, peace and joy and can help us heal our
relationships, career concerns and finances. Your Guardian Angels are only
assigned to you; their job is to just assist you, no one else.
At the
workshop Marybeth counted three guardian angels around me and the other attendees had two. Even though I doubted her ability to see angels
(apparently they show up as white lights, columns per se behind and beside
you), I felt rather special about having three guides to the others’ two. But Marybeth
said it’s not like this – there’s no competition in angel land – two
is as good as three.
A few weeks later I’m dining solo at the Japanese restaurant, Wabi-Sabi, on Abbot
Kinney. I’ll often take advantage of Happy Hour, a mainstay in many
restaurants where for an hour or two food and beverage is at reduced
prices.
I spotted
a woman at the counter who looked around my mother’s age when mum died.
The woman
had brown hair (like mum) and a similar haircut. Her mannerisms (smiling,
curious and a gentle way) were the same. I watched her as she ordered from the
sushi chef and later as she ate her meal.
Even
though it’s been nearly 17 years since my mother died – she came sweeping back
into the restaurant. This woman reminded me of her.
Incidentally,
this has happened before, not often, by no stretch often, but once
in a rare while I’ll spot a stranger who bears resemblance to my
mum.
Tears
began to well and fell down my face, I didn’t wipe their flow. I hadn’t
been drinking so it wasn’t a drunken melancholy prompting me to cry. I
think the waitress noticed and perhaps other waiters too as they walked by. The sushi chef smiled at me from behind the counter and bowed his
head in greeting.
I watched
the woman for a good 15 minutes. When I’d managed to stop crying, she
would do something like my mother which triggered the tears again.
I looked out across the street and saw the word 'MOM' in a shop window display. It was a paper gift shop and each letter was filled with paper flowers. Mother’s Day was soon.
I
smiled.
Whether
or not I’m fantasising the coincidence, it felt like something mum would
do. Send a message through the woman and confirm it was her with the MOM sign.
I’m here even when you feel alone.
Mum and my three spirit guides looking out for me in the City of Angels.
I’m here even when you feel alone.
Mum and my three spirit guides looking out for me in the City of Angels.
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