Music, Sex and Poetry

I took a walk this morning with my dog and ended up sitting on a bench looking out over Los Angeles. A very young woman came and sat next to me, she had long dark hair and a very beautiful dress made of silk satan. She looked ethereal in a way. She said hello and I realized she was Australia, we began to talk and she said she was here to do the whole model actress thing but she was thinking of moving to New York as she didn't dig the people here. She said she felt lonely here, she was looking out over the horizon as if she was searching for something in the distance. She said she was writing a novel, she said she didn't have a family here but then she didn't have a family anywhere. “Why would you stay in L.A., if you are writing a novel?” I asked. “What about Italy or France?” Her face lit up. She was scanning the horizon as angels do, for some where to fly, where she would feel free. I shared with her my experience of L.A. and she seemed a little cagey, like who is this person giving me this advice. Finally I said to her. “nice to meet you”, and got up. She just beamed a big angelic smile because I didn't want anything from her. Just to say, “Hey the world is big, if you aren't happy here try some other place.”
Then further up the path I met a woman I had met yesterday and talked a bit. She has a nice vibe, so we talked... and she told me she had met a woman on a film set that had told her she could see her angels all around. She said she was going through a hard time. Yesterday was Valentines Day and she said she had a bad day, a relapse with an eating disorder. I told her to get out of time. I said, “when your fuel gauge is that low, your demons are coming out to play, so you have to heal.”
Everyday hundreds of young girls arrive in Los Angeles from all over the world. Beautiful, talented, they all come to make it, not knowing what they will find. They have dreams, they have seen the movie stars, Nicole Kidman, Catherine Zita Jones, Scarlett Johanson. All this beauty comes from all over the world, but of course where there is beauty there is prey. And L.A. is full of predators waiting to hook a lonely angel with her back up against the wall. Every single moment in L.A. is a moment when opportunity could knock or not, “I will put some money up for you, I will do this for you, I will do that for you...” So they get a little jaded the angels, they close down some of their connection to the divine, their natural openness. And slowly the world becomes smaller and smaller. The walls come in and the nights get darker and darker and I have been there.
The Native Indians believe that it is an illusion to feel we are alone, because the truth is when we thin the vale, we are all connected. So when the water is creeping up around your ears and you feel like you cant fly and the demons are getting closer and the pimps pushing getting high, I will give you some advice, clear your mind and remember that you can fly. I have done my nights as a lonely angel and come out the other side. Those thin nights of sitting home and feeling beautiful and abused by the world. I had created my own little drama in my head. The key to being an angel is to stay connected to the divine, to feel blessed and open up and shine.