My experience with a psychic in L.A.

Sometimes finding your place in Los Angeles is a long and arduous journey. Finding your “people” can take a lot of patience and a really good social sherpa. There was a time in my life when I didn’t feel so certain about being in Los Angeles. I got knocked down a bit in my fifth year of living here. A series of situations left me a little lost. I was visibly having a hard time, and a friend of mine suggested that I see a psychic. Having decided to write a blog about Los Angeles by this point, I thought either this would help me figure things out or be a great story I could use later down the line. Here is the story of my experience with a psychic in L.A.

Never have I ever

My knowledge of psychics was relegated to television shows and the late-night Miss Cleo commercials in the late 1990s. I felt more like psychics were working a con instead of having real abilities to predict the future. I have had run-ins with a psychic or two in L.A. before. Enterprising people who wanted to convince me to come and have a reading. One went as far as stopping me on the street because she could feel my psychic energy.

There are psychics in every neighborhood in Los Angeles. Those late-night blinking lights from living room windows hoping to answer questions about love and money.

My first experience with a psychic in L.A. brought me to Altadena, a place I had never been to before.

I was a little taken aback. This thing that I so carelessly grabbed because I was skeptical, ended up representing the thing I most needed at that point. Focus. I came into the session overwhelmed by a situation regarding a roommate who was going to leave me high and dry with rent. Should I stay in L.A., or should I go? Get a new roommate? Leave L.A. altogether?

We sat at her diner-style kitchen table. She asked me to write down a couple of questions to concentrate on during the session. The other side of the banquette was far enough away that she couldn’t see what I was writing. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, me concentrating on those questions. Then she began a flurry of writing, page after page of bright orange copy paper being filled and flipped over. After a deep breath, she began to tell me what was going on with me and what was going to happen next.

The true and the false

True: I feel grounded in nature.

I chose Los Angeles for this reason. There are a lot of opportunities to get out in nature. Whether it be close by, like Leo Carrillo State Beach, or a two-hour drive to the mountains or the desert. Not having access to nature within a short drive is one of the reasons I never entertained the idea of moving to New York. (Central Park has too many people)

My psychic advised me to find a place in nature and soak myself in it when I feel too overwhelmed. This would be a reset button for me.

True: I would meet a man, and we would move closer to the ocean.

This is true. I did meet someone three years after my reading, and we live closer to the ocean. Enough to feel its breezes, but we do not have an ocean view.

False: I am a lover of animals. 

I am allergic to cats and feel like animals don’t fit into the traveling lifestyle I want(ed) for myself. Sorry animal lovers, don’t hate me.

False: You will meet your future husband at a concert or music venue.

Many times over the psychic told me that music was very important in my life. That is very true. Music is so important to me. There is always a song stuck in my head. A lot of my memories are tied to songs. I make playlists for almost any occasion. Whether I want some mellow desk music to write and concentrate. I have playlists for dancing around my house, or that pay homage to a bar I like and the music they listen to there. My playlists are always specific.

After the reading with the psychic (in L.A.)

After the reading, I tried to go to concerts as much as I could. The thought of meeting someone in the wilds of Los Angeles was so appealing. Starting a relationship with something in common is what I wanted. 

It never happened, though. I am too shy to go up to someone and be like, “Oh, you like Austra, I like Austra too.” Obvs, because we are both at this concert.

In the end, I found my husband online, and I contacted him. We bonded over food.

The best advice I received

She told me I needed to live alone and closer to the ocean. After the reading, I did decide to live alone after the lease was up with a new roommate. I ended up moving to Koreatown because that was what I could afford. The apartment I moved to was in the building where Summer Finn “lived” in the movie (500) Days of Summer. I learned a lot about myself and what I was willing to take from people during that time living alone. This was the best advice I received.

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