As part of my psychic development practice, I play a game with the Universe: I ask a symbol -unique enough to be considered special- to show itself three times.
The symbols I follow may be simple, but they always lead to eloquent and surprising messages.
My first pang of attraction to 'the frilly, capital letter A' came while I was working at a friend's house in Hawai'i. At a nearby cafe, I'd picked up an entertainment magazine called 'Abstract'. It had a glossy green cover embossed with a giant, ornately scripted A. For some reason, I was drawn to it. I wondered if it would make a good symbol for my game.
Coincidences don't happen to us. They happen with us.
I took the magazine home, threw it on my friend's coffee table, and saw a hat featuring the same, similarly illustrated letter, hanging on a wall-hook.
Coincidences invite us into an imaginary realm where ordinary things become intangibly relevant.
I call that realm Symbolic Reality.
What was once a 'pang of attraction' now became a 'vibe of coincidence'. I thought surely this decorative letter A was trying to communicate with me. But how would I know for sure?
I asked the Universe. The rules of the coincidence game are very clear. You have to ask.
Dear Universe, Is the Ornately Scripted Capital Letter A talking to me?
In my mind, the Universe responded, as it often does; How about we say it's talking to you if you're sent a third Ornate Capital A?
What fun! A third, decorative capital 'A' would represent proof of intelligent communication. Of course this 'proof' would still require a lot of faith. Coincidences are ever mysterious.
I thought of the letter A's symbolism. It's the first letter of the alphabet: Alpha. Does it represent A new beginning? In school, an 'A' is a great grade: A-number-one. And of course 'A' means one (as opposed to many) as in, 'A prize'. As a boy, I learned 'A' was for Apple. Then, when I got older and read Hawthorn's Scarlet Letter, 'A' became known for Adultery.
While I understood all these associations, they didn't feel quite relevant, so I kept on asking; What does 'A' mean? Within days, a client provided me with an answer that felt applicable. After sitting down for a reading she asked, "Do you like the Angels?"
"Of course I like angels," I replied, thinking of the ethereal kind.
"My husband's a Yankee's fan."
She's talking about baseball. Of course! 'A' stands for The Los Angeles Angels!
One way to interpret a symbol? Imagine it as a problem in algebra class.
That night, I rested my head on my pillow and thought, what if I let 'A' = Angels + Baseball Cap + Abstract + Magazine?
Angels = Guides taken on faith, a team from the city of angels.
Cap = A person playing a role, a member of a team.
Abstract = Theoretical considerations, interpretable.
Magazine = News, entertainment.
Playing with these associations, I formed a few sentences:
News is coming from your angels.
Angels are going to bat for you.
Interpret a play made by an angel.
Let your angels entertain you.
When you experience a coincidence, Spirit isn't just tapping you on the shoulder. It's introducing a theme.
Let the theme woven through your coincidences arouse your curiosity. Your curiosity will give your symbols a chance to flirt with you.
A few days later I returned to New York, where a gentleman sat for a reading with me. He laid out several photos of loved ones and friends, asking me to perceive into each person's experience.
I like reading into pictures my clients bring to their sessions. As a symbolist, I glean psychic insights from elements in the photo's surroundings.
One of the photos was set in a family dining room. My client stood with his arm around his nephew, a handsome guy of about 19. To the right, a man's hand rested on a door-frame. Though that man was cropped out of the picture, his hand clearly made the sign for "okay" as it rested on the frame.
I said, "You see this hand off to the side making the symbol for okay? To me it's a sign: Your nephew will be okay." I looked around the photo. "There appear to be angels over his shoulders...Do you see them in the glass hutch behind him?"
"Yes. This picture was taken at my grandmother's house. She collected angel figurines."
"What a cool effect this is. Look at the light from the flash reflecting off the glass. It seems to be emanating from the angels! They're obviously surrounding him."
His nephew was muscular so I said, "His body is his vehicle. By 'vehicle' I mean it carries him to his ultimate success. Is he an athlete or body guard or..."
"He died in a car crash."
"Oh my. I'm so sorry."
We sat there for a moment, in silence.
"He was in the passenger's seat. They were heading to a baseball practice. He was going for the major leagues."
A chorus of angels sang in my mind.
'Life is precious. Reach for your dreams.'
Once again I wondered when my capital 'A' would come.
My heart skipped a beat when, the next day, a client sat opposite me with an elaborate 'A' draped round her neck. My Angel! I thought, Her reading must have a message for me.
As I suspected, her story paralleled mine in a way I couldn't possibly ignore. Not only could I relate to the messages in her tarot cards, one of those cards even pictured an angel!
A few days later, I was having dinner with my friend Karen at an outdoor bistro in Manhattan. A brave soul wearing a Los Angeles Angel's tee-shirt walked by. I took it as a sign an angel was winking at me: "Greetings from the City of Angels! I have a message!"
Immediately, I relayed the story of the coincidences I'd been seeing. "I keep looking for some profound coded message. But maybe the message is as simple as, we're floating around, looking after you."
A busboy came by and cleared our plates. After he walked away I said, "I've been coming here regularly for six years, and I've noticed that the busboys are always Latino, and the servers are always white." I shook my head. "It's surprising to see, in Manhattan, in 2013. I wonder if I should inquire with the management about it."
When the busboy came back to refresh our waters, Karen engaged him in conversation. She asked him about his life in New York, and they talked a bit about his aspirations.
Finally, she said, "Thank you for your service. What's your name?"