The woman who initiated my spiritual path

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Angela and a teenaged me.

I am mourning the loss of my beloved friend Angela Wood, who passed away a week ago today. We were an odd pair. Our relationship one of the most unconventional you could find. Our paths were perhaps always destined to cross, as suggested by the extreme serendipity of our first meeting. A moment where time stood still and marked an X on the timeline of my life. A reunion of souls, a divine orchestration at its best. A soul reunion that initiated me into the work that I do today. For those of you who have heard me speak or read Light Is The New Black, you may have heard parts of Angela’s and my story.

Soon after starting high school aged 14, I began experiencing what I can only describe now as my first awakening. A natural empath, I would pass strangers on the street and feel their innermost thoughts and feelings. All of this cracked wide open after I read an article in Dolly  magazine about a teenage girl called Anna Wood who tragically died after taking the drug ecstasy. In the interview Anna’s mother, Angela, openly shared the loss of her beautiful bright light of a daughter. This article touched my soul so deeply, and I remember sobbing myself to sleep from the sadness I felt for Anna’s family, particularly her mother, without really knowing why or being able to express my thoughts.

The next day I got the bus to the bookshop and bought Anna’s Story, the biography of Anna Wood’s life. The following day at school, I began passionately telling my friend how much Anna’s story had touched my heart.

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I turned to the page of the book where there was a picture of Anna and her mother and said,

‘It’s really weird, I can’t explain why, but I just have this urge to find Angela and give her the hugest hug, and try to take away some of her pain.’

My friend said,

‘That IS really weird.’

She then looked up, back down to the book and then back up again, and pointed, saying:

‘That lady over there kinda looks like Anna’s mother.’ I looked up at a tall blonde woman making her way across the school courtyard, and realized…

IT WAS HER! It was Angela Wood!’

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Photo Booth pic taken in 1998 in a year 2000 photo frame! Totes retro now.

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Angela and me in my awkward gangly teen years

I hesitated for a moment, unable to get my head around the weird serendipity of it all, but then, moved by a force bigger than my mind or body, I found myself running after her. The school vice Principal intercepted me with a question and mid-sentence, I turned back around to find that Angela was nowhere to be seen. Heart deflated I finished the conversation. As I turned around to head back to my friends, I found Anna’s mum, Angela Wood, looking back at me.

Everything seemed to stand still and we had this weird moment of soul recognition… before I introduced myself and bumbled about doing my best to express how much her story impacted me, clutching the book in my hand. Angela then invited me to attend her talk that she was about to give to the senior year. knowing I must be there, I skipped math and sneaked into Angela’s talk – doing my best not to stand out.

Afterwards, I waited sheepishly to talk to her and we made plans to stay in contact. Angela later told me that it was her birthday the week we met. That morning she had asked Anna for a birthday present, and she knew our meeting was it.

Angela and I quickly became friends. Our families meet and are generously understanding of this seemingly odd relationship. We spend hours sipping coffee and deep in conversation about the meaning of life, the afterlife, grief, death, past lives and angels. We trade dreams, poetry, books and theories on life and The Universe. I learn first hand about the power of the human heart and the courage of the human spirit. I listen for hours upon hours as Angela shares stories about the life and death of her beautiful bright light of a daughter Anna. How she touched people’s hearts more deeply in fifteen short years than most do in eighty.

I pray to be able to do the same.

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Angie and I in her pub in Windermere, UK. I cut off all of my hair when I went travelling to the UK when I was 18. I loved that top so much!

My mum was amazing at accepting this seemingly odd relationship. A compassionate, stylish, driven, intuitive, selfless, strong woman, she intuitively knew that this relationship was somehow important. Last year, when Mum was going through her treasure box, she pulled out some old letters she had kept (I would often write to her when I was angry or upset, allowing my words to express what my voice could not). One read:

‘I know you don’t understand my relationship with Angela. I don’t either.

But we both need to trust it, because it is somehow important.

And in years to come we will understand why.’

Truth.

During those years I found myself getting off the school bus and walking up the steep hill in a sort of creative trance, words rushing through me that I had to get down. They would flow from my soul without effort and with a feeling of grace. I’d write about what was happening with the world, what happens when you die, that our loved ones lost never really leave us, and how we each have our own team of angels and spirit guides around us. Often I would wake the next morning not remembering what I had created.

Looking back, I see now that I was channeling – although, perhaps, all creativity is just that. Messages and ideas that are waiting to be born to people who are open enough to receive them. During school vacations I would sometimes join Angela on the road at her speaking events as she spoke about how precious life is, how we must hold those we care about and tell them how much we love them. I watched in admiration as her message so effortlessly flowed from her heart.

I pray that one day I might do the same.

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I’d been cracked open and all the other things in my life just didn’t seem to matter. I’d spend all of my free time and money from my part time jobs learning about the afterlife, Soul Purpose, past life regression, crystals, healing, and anything I could get my hands on. And all the time it was as if I were remembering things that were deeply engrained in my soul.

Looking back I see how this relationship with Angela was an initiation along my path as a healer. We would go to spiritual events and workshops together. When I attended my first Hay House I Can Do It event in Sydney, Angela was by my side. I still remember when Christiane Northrup and Doreen Virtue were on stage, Angela leant over and whispered in my ear “that will be you up there on the stage some day”. I am due to speak at my first I Can Do It event this November with my publisher Hay House.

A few years later, just after I’d finished high school, Angela moved to the UK. I was devastated and felt like I lost the only person in my life that truly saw the real depths of me. At that stage she was.

From Australia to the UK and back again. As the years clicked on we both found ourselves spinning around the world. As if circling each other in figures of eight, meeting in the middle in spontaneous moments of time.
Like in 2009 when I found myself planted back in Australia while waiting on my UK visa. Angela had just moved to the same suburb as my parent’s (where I was staying, haulted, waiting for five months). Every day my visa did not arrive was an extra day with her.
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Enjoying champagne and oysters on a monday morning!

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Surrounded by my angels. Angela on my left & Blair Milan on my right.

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Like when I returned to Australia this past Christmas to get married, I texted Angie who had been living on the other side of Sydney and discovered she was in fact staying at her daughter’s place in Manly just five doors up from the Airbnb apartment I had chosen at random. Out of all of the streets in Sydney, seemingly picked up and planted once more.  At this stage Angie had been living with lung cancer for almost three years. I remember saying goodbye to her on the street with the ocean behind us and knowing that it was going to be the last time I would see her in this life. A snapshot taken and stored away in the precious caverns of my heart.
Ten days ago I received this email:
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 I sent this text to Angela a couple of days before she passed away. On Monday night when Angela’s husband told me that she had passed he said “Thank you so much for sending through that email from the woman from Australia who heard Angie speak”. I am so glad she received it and so grateful that that woman sent that email and my assistant passed it on.
…And so at this sad time where my and many other hearts are water logged, my grief is somewhat lightened by feeling so deeply honoured that I had Angel(a) in my life and that things were never left unsaid.
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On the darkest day of the year her earthly body began to let go. She was born in the winter and she would return the same way.

Her spirit left this world on her mother’s birthday, two days after the full mooned winter solstice night.

To journey back to her daughter Anna’s arms, to return once again to the light.

~ Angel(a) Wood ~ 1947-2016 ~

  • Jo Westwood

    Such a beautiful story Bec, you were so blessed to have each other and we’re blessed to have you and Angela through your words in our lives too. The tribute at the end is perfect. Tears and a very lumpy throat xo

  • Tara Baklund

    May your mourning be softened by many love-ly reunions in the dream world and de-light-ful surprise visits with your dear friend! <3

  • Kim Oster Holstein

    What a powerful and beautiful sharing of your journey and connection with Angela Wood. Can’t wait to see how your relationship from the other side, with her as your Angel, will continue to unfold and touch your life in so many amazing ways

  • Louise

    I am so so saddened at this. I finished your book just over a week ago and my eyes popped out of my head when I was reading this wonderful story and how incredible it really was. The way you described how meeting Angela came together is truly a miracle through the beautiful workings of God and the Universe. It inspired me and reminded me of the timing/placement of the Universe. Looking at these pictures I got the same feeling as when I did reading your book.
    You and Angela look like family, you are family.
    I’m so touched by this – my eyes want to cry but my heart is so warm.

    Wishing you all the best and many hugs and light during this difficult time. And may I say that your book came to me after waiting three months to actually get my hands on it, it really was the timing of the Universe when I held it in my hands, I haven’t needed something like that so desperately before – and three months prior I was in a complete different situation so again, your book came with divine timing to be placed into my life. I will forever rave on about Light is the New Black (I have already bought a copy for a friend) it was as if I was having the best conversation of my life with my best friend.

    Thank you Rebecca.

    Love,
    Louise x x

  • This is so beautiful, and this story of your friendship with Angela is so beautiful. I too read Anna’s Story when I was younger, and was so deeply affected by it. I thought about Anna for months and even years afterwards. Sending so much love to you both. XO

  • Faye Thompson

    Such a beautiful, heart rending and yet uplifting story. The best gift is that both of you recognised your soul mate and the gifts and lessons you could bring to each other. Now others are inspired to do the same. Sending you love. Xxx

  • Kim Spencer-mcdonald

    Beautiful xxx

  • Marusia Hristova

    Thank you for the beautiful post, Rebecca!💞💞💞

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  • Thank you Faye xox

  • That’s so amazing @cassie_mendoza_jones:disqus! xoxox

  • Thank you for sharing the light Louise 🙂 And thank you for your thoughtful comment. I so appreciate your beautiful words 🙂

  • Me too!

  • Thank you dear @tarabaklund:disqus

  • Bless you @jowestwood:disqus! I so appreciate your comment xoxox

  • Tanya Buck

    Beautiful uplifting post to read this morning. So sad and moved by your story and loss but so warmed by the love and spirit. X

  • Charlene Hickey

    I can barely write this for water drowning my eyes…but thank you Rebecca; so, so beautiful; such a tribute; so inspiring; such a reminder to keep working my own Light, painting my dreams and telling my own story; so much recognition of a Lightworker’s journey and the call to come forward. Thank you xxxxxxxxxxx

  • Bless you @Charlene Hickey:disqus xoxoxoxoxoxox

  • Thank you @Tanya Buck:disqus <3

  • Joy Clarkson

    There is never a separation of spirits. May the love and light that you both experienced together, surround you both always.

  • ja

    Wow and wow.. this has just spoken to my soul..a very similar journey i have been on since a similar unexpected and easily could have not occurred chance meeting. This person like Angela has opened my eyes and helped me see “the light” and understand who i am and why i am….such beautiful people enter our life at just the right moment. No need to question or analyse..just accept…enjoy and grow…thank you rebecca for reminding me of this fact. Saw you in london at the mind body spirit event..Followed you ever since…something guided me to do so….have enjoyed your light ever since 🙂 keep it up!

  • keziah

    This is a beautiful analysis of a life well lived. To be absent in the body is to be present with the Lord. I am positive she is safe and secure.

  • Jen D

    I’ve been reduced to tears so many times when I read your book. I just finished it. I’ve recommended it to many – and my cousin is reading it right now.. she’ll text me frequently about how your book is touching her in such a big way.. she has also recommended it to another who in turn is loving it also. All connected… So when I saw this post- I felt so badly for you. I could imagine your grief – as I have felt similar, heart heavy grief. I do your instant guidance almost every day. Today’s was how your loved one never leave you.. you mention your dear friend Blair and how you received a feather while writing the post. I know now there are no coincidences – NONE. This is just a gratitude post really and to also express my deepest sympathy. While I know Angela will always be with you.. your heart will still hurt.. She’s that big of a presence in this life and the rest that follow. xo

  • Julie Messier Brigante

    Beautiful….simply a beautiful story with angel wings touching it everywhere….
    Thank you Rebecca! For the elegant way your write, for the story you tell and for the light you shine for you, for Anna and for Angela.

  • Beautiful tribute Bec. She touched so many by sharing her story and what an impact on you to find your calling. By the way, I do not think you were gangly at all in high school. Beautiful as you are now.

  • Teri Bailey-Weibert

    Dearest Rebecca,
    Firstly I want you to know how truly sorry I am for your loss. Angela was an amazing women I can tell by your love & heart felt stories. I too lost my beloved teacher 2 years ago in September. I have also lost two of my sons due to tragic accidents 31/2 years apart. I will order her book as soon as I finish this heartfelt message to you. I am raising my 4 year old granddaughter Maci for my daughter has become a heroin addict after the losses of her two beloved brothers. I am your fan in Montana USA & have written to you to Thank you for how your Sourcing meditation “Just lights me up”! I am working on my first book about my life & many triumphs, also just graduated from SoMM Level 1 with Belinda Davidson. I know one day in the not so far future you & I will meet. I also have worked with Sonis Chaquette in a workshop I attended several years back in Los Angela’s California. ( What a treat that day was). I know you are coming to the US and am so looking forward to meeting you. I have been devouring your book Light is the new Black & high lighting almost every page. It’s taken me close to a year. Doors are opening & I am so excited for what my future holds. You have been such a wonderful light at the end of this “Very dark road I have traveled & I want to thank you with all my heart”. You are truly my inspiration & look so forward to one day working with you. Until then keep shinning your “Beautiful Light”!
    Much love,
    Teri Bailey Weibert

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  • haha thanks ash xoxox

  • Bless you Julie 🙂

  • Oh I am so glad Jen. That is so cool! Thank you for sharing the light xoxox

  • Thanks Keziah I so agree xoxo