When Sabrina was a girl of just five years old, she spent time in an LA house that was dense with spirits. As she describes its wrought iron gates, its black and white art deco floor, its spiral staircase, I see her in it, tiny with bushy black hair, running from room to room. When she tells me about standing at the top of the banister, looking the several stories down as all of the spirits danced and floated beneath her, the picture in my head turns black and white, overexposed, gritty. I am lost in the wonder of it.
Sabrina’s face opens up as she recounts the story, like it is a pleasant thing she thinks of from time to time. She is a study in contradictions; salty and street smart, yet with a smile of rare purity and innocence. She is at once down to earth and ethereal, cynical and fantastical. I like her immediately, and when she gets comfortable enough to start cursing up a storm, I feel a rush of affection that stays with me throughout the interview.
She explains to me that the psychic realm is her first language, that it is strange to be here on earth, in her skin. She’s always known she was different. As a child she was constantly in trouble for knowing things she wasn’t supposed to, and for saying people were in the room when no one else could see them. When she accurately predicted her mother’s car accident, she was severely reprimanded, and pushed her sight away, always knowing that she was “off”, and an outsider.
At fourteen, after years of repression, she was forced to visit her estranged father in Jamaica. Once there, her vision was reawakened. She had dreams nightly that came true the following day over and over. Finally a spirit visited her, and told her that she was gifted and had the power of sight. I ask about her sanity, and she tells me she has thought she was crazy her whole life until recently. Now that she is in her mid-life she has finally accepted that she is sane, just different.
She kept up a regular life for years, doing readings for free while working in Larry Flynt’s publishing house. It was years before she realized that the spirit walking her to and from the elevator every day was Althea Flynt, Larry Flynt’s deceased wife. When she left that job, and was about to take another, her clientele grew, and she decided to start charging for readings. She’s self taught, which accounts for her rawness, and the unpolished bedside manner that I find so intriguing.
She tells me that my home town sits on a huge vortex. She has never heard of Taos and can’t pronounce it, but if you’ve ever been there, you might agree with her, regardless of your beliefs. When she mentions that her building also sits on a vortex, I jump on the chance to ask her what that means. She cocks her head to the side, and asks what I assume to be a person sitting off camera how they would describe it. When I realize it’s a spirit, I lose my breath. It turns out the person she’s talking to is named Brandon, a friend she lost way back; though I guess she didn’t lose him at all, because she talks to him throughout our conversation.
Brandon tells her to tell me that a vortex is like a bus station for spirits, and that the wormholes, which are the actual doorways, look like see through jell-o. This description makes her laugh. It’s as though we are all sitting together,and she is his translator. There are others around her as well, who seem to be taking up actual physical space. She addresses them with ease and directness as needed or to clarify a point, and then waits while they speak to her.
When I ask her what it’s like for her to give a reading, she says she holds the client’s hand if they come to see her in person, otherwise writes their name on a piece of paper, and puts her hand on top of it. Again it makes no difference whether they call her or see her in person. Images flood when her hand touches the client’s name, and she gets impressions of emotions and energy.
To show me what she sees, she draws me a map with a long street on it. Instead of businesses, she writes “marriage”, “kids”, “career”. It’s as though she’s walking down the street, and the more pressing issues are up front; as she approaches she gets more details. She doesn’t instantly know everything about you, but as she moves around the map, it starts to make sense, to come together as a whole picture. She can go into other people’s heads as well, to find out what they are thinking. She feels the person’s feelings, and sometimes gets symbols to convey specific bits of information. For instance, if a person were going to work on a Mac commercial, she might see an apple; it would be something recognizable to her.
She can do about five readings a day, and gets quite depleted. When she’s tired she uses the tarot cards, which she says act like a generator. She admits she likes sugar, and that she could probably do more if she took better care of herself. Her guides and spirits are her “knights at the round table”, helping her to sort through what she is seeing and feeling. She says that she has to trust that she is only being given the information she is supposed to pass along, so if she sees imminent divorce, you’re going to hear about it. She makes no distinction between ghosts and guides and spirits; it’s all sort of the same thing.
When I ask her about death, she says we’re all only partially here. We are made of so much light that there’s no way we can fit in our bodies. The other side is like a giant mirror image of earth, except everything is brighter, more colorful, and there’s more of it. Like Alice in Wonderland, I ask? Pretty much. She spends a lot of time on the other side, and says we all do, we just don’t know it. Her people have told her that the book Destiny of Souls is about 75% accurate, and that if I want to know more about it, I should read it (and I will).
As to life, and the question of destiny vs. free will, she tells me there are lots of ways to get to Vegas.
Vegas being death? No, she says, Vegas being fate, and lessons learned. You can crawl to Vegas, or you can fly first class. That part is up to you. She explains that fate and success are thematic as opposed to monetary, which is the way we tend to quantify it. If it is your fate to come to earth and learn how to release fear, for instance, how fast and good a learner you are will dictate the harshness of the lesson. If you pay really close attention, and are a good student, you may not have to experience cataclysmic events in order to learn. Other times we are going to have to withstand terrible things, and that is karmic and unavoidable. You could spend 50 lifetimes just working on one thing, so you can’t be too hard on yourself.
We all have more than one death date, so we can get out if we want to. She sees the grim reaper (she calls him G-man) if she’s going to lose someone she loves, and says he was everywhere for three weeks before 9/11. We shouldn’t fear him; he’s a good and kind angel.
She lives among ghosts, and vortexes, dancing spirits, and even fairies, yet has so normalized her own experiences that while talking about all of these remarkable and intangible things, I have almost forgotten that we are supposing a realm unseen by most, and concepts that the majority don’t believe in at all.
to contact Sabrina, go to http://www.sabrinapureofheart.com
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