The time famous for the illumined was the 1770s, the time for open occult such as ouija and other spiritualism was the late 1800s although Dickens saw The Signalman published in 1866.
Curiosity killed more than the cat and a Skynet mentality saw many dabbling in things they had not a clue about. It even got into architecture:
So he decided, like any good early 20th century man, to let the decision be influenced by the occult. While this was not singular to LA, as much as any Angeleno loved a good futurist ideal, they adored spiritualism even more. George Wyman decided to contact his dead brother via what we know now as a Ouija board.
Young Mark Wyman had died a few years earlier and George felt it would be best to get Mark’s feelings on the Bradbury contract. According to sources as close to the family as Wyman’s own daughter, the message received via the planchette was: “Take the Bradbury Building. It will make you famous.”
George Wyman took the contract. The beautiful Bradbury Building opened in 1893, located at 304 South Broadway in downtown Los Angeles. It was just about as full of art nouveau glory, wrought iron strength and light-expansive splendor as a building could possibly be. Sadly, Mr. Bradbury had passed away a few months earlier so he never got to see his creation at its fullest.
Los Angeles has a long history of evil and it’s a case of where one starts. This site has run posts on Tuesday Weld, on Laurel Canyon and a plethora of evil organizations in the area, the Manson Family was out that way, the Cecil Hotel and Chateau Marmount. And naturally there are Hollywood and paedo Disneyland’s underground rooms.
You get a better feel for the nasty LA undercurrent on flying in through that smog blanket and the whole city looks yellow. The multilane traffic is choked, the whole basin flat and nothing – everything there is constructed rather than natural, the roads are cracked and falling apart and once futuristic buildings are dirty and blackened.
Various articles mention the underlying evil in the place, some point out that those moving there did so “to make it”, whatever it took, and what it took was selling one’s soul – they meant figuratively.
There are interspersed through it the missions such as San Juan Capistrano but they’re a historical footnote these days – the mission today is Me Me Me in LA.
Naturally, it sees itself as a sanctuary city..
Just as a matter of interest:
1940: White 86.3% Latino 7.1%
2010: White 28.7% Latino 48.5%