To Book a Session Visit Page: Bookings, Fees and Services

Archive for Nov, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Auracature “Not Alone” – How many spirits can you count? November 26, 2014


Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature “Not Alone” –

How many spirits can you count?  

November 26, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Not Alone Outback Spirits Alien UFO Animals Desert

 

So how many did you spot?

I was prompted to post this Auracature today.  It came from my archives.

Love, S


Psychic Sterling Sinclair Auracature and Poem, I Choose to Have a Good Day: When I wake up bothered by a possible past. November 26, 2014


Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature and Poem,

I Choose to Have a Good Day:  

When I wake up bothered by a possible past.  

November 26, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Choice Create a Good Day Positive Thinking Joy

 

I Choose to Have a Good Day

 

I woke up this morning with life considerations competing with possible youth outcomes.

Confusion did not contaminate my visions of the past.

Memories void of my recognition streamed past my eyes.

Do you ever wonder if life happened the way that you thought it happened?

It can be far easier to place guilt upon a ghost than upon a man.

If I cannot see what has been stripped from my sight, is it best not to look?

If you seek then you shall find.

So, why seek the things you hope not to find?

In our world and in this life we face down horrors and celebrate joys.

None can escape the truth of life dancing upon a knife’s edge.

If I were to see the terrible abyss, would joy fade from my sight?

Would I ever recover or simply stay lost?

Bad things will happen and good things will happen too.

To hide from the truth shall poison the ground upon which I choose to tread.

But to purposely search out the pain that is hidden deep down inside

Digs a bottomless well into which I could drown.

I look in the mirror.

I brush my teeth.

I go down the stairs.

I sing to the radio.

I look outside.

I see the fallen leaves glistening with dew.

I watch cotton ball clouds drift way up high.

A cool breeze turns my head.

My face is bathes by the warm, rising sun.

No matter my past.

No matter what may have been.

No matter what happened.

No matter all of that.

The world kept on living.

Today the future was once again born.

Whether I greet the good or meet the bad on this day, tomorrow will still be born.

Concerns for what was flee from the stage, well curtained in my mind.

Is it okay to let go?

Is it okay if it never was?

Does really matter?

Is it worth my time?

I look to the sky.

I reach to the heavens.

My day begins again.

Just because my waking moments processed mysteries of yesterday,

I did not have to be possessed by the fascination of pain.

The impossible quest for a dark curse of truth does not need to be my path.

I, in my conscious awareness, choose to step onto the green pastures of this day and jubilantly dance into the future.

The tricks of dreams.

The lures of demons.

The fragility of sleep.

They shall not guide this day.

I jump in the shower.

I stand dripping nude at the window.

I close my eyes.

I see buttercups, reflecting pools and pixie sticks.

I smell the scents of roses, sweet brandied pipe smoke, and thawing Christmas tree needles.

I hear my aunt sing, my puppy bark and my babies saying “Dadda.”

My life is once again awakened.

My life’s joy powerfully washes away my early moments of pontification.

When I was half asleep, my thoughts were hurtful and confused.

When fully awake I chose to restore joy in my life.

With the recollection of special, happy times, I choose to open my eyes one more time.

This time, my day begins with a smile.

I choose to have a good day.

by Sterling Sinclair 11/26/14


Psychic Sterling Sinclair Sexual Assault Survivor Poem and Auracature “Still Here – Fighting to be Free.” When he comes in your room at night… November 25, 2014


Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Sexual Assault Survivor Poem and Auracature

“Still Here – Fighting to be Free.”  

When he comes in your room at night…

 November 25, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Child Abuse Rape Domestic Assault

 

I’m Still Here

 

I looked to the side

I stared at the wall

My lips bled from teeth bites

I never dared to call

 

I cleared the plate at supper

I feared the setting sun

Soon I’d try to sleep

I wished I wasn’t the one

 

I covered myself with blankets

I curled way down deep

But when I’d start to close my eyes

I felt him when he’d creep

 

I was not safe even in my own room

I wasn’t ever there alone

My siblings slept in beds beside me

I don’t know how I got his bone

 

I guess I was special

I guess from me their backs were turned

Silence screamed loudly as my springs did squeak

I wiped my eyes – Oh his love burned

 

I never saw him leave

I wouldn’t show my tears

Like a bad dream, the night ate up his shape

I wanted a drink from one of his beers

 

I coughed up in my mouth

I was sickened by his meat

His fingers would pierce me

I washed the blood from my sheet

 

I was alone at night

I was alone during the day

If anyone knew, not a mention was made

I wanted to go – Oh why did I stay?

 

I tried to tell Mom

I told my sister too

But the fingers pointed back at me

I guess I said something untrue

 

I learned to be quiet

I held these secrets inside

My pain was kept silent by the smiles that I’d wear

I tried to be proud – Where was my pride?

 

I wanted a good man

I looked for women, but nope

Where did my soul ever find to go?

I think maybe dangling at the end of a rope

 

I wanted to die

I wanted the sun to stay up

Was it the dishes I washed so well by the sink?

I took care each time I handled his cup

 

I live my life

I try to love and to live

No one ever showed me so do I know how?

I will find a way – I really want to give

 

If you see me with eyes all glaze over

If I’m not me sometimes some days

Please understand, I’m still here down inside

I’m dealing with life in my own silent ways

 

Please do not judge me

Please take time to see

He tried to trap all that I was

But I am still here – I fight to be free.

 

by Sterling Sinclair, 11/25/2014

 


Psychic Sterling Sinclair Auracature and Passage – I Learned to Fly in the Darkness, November 24, 2014


Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature and Passage

I Learned to Fly in the Darkness,

November 24, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Poem Illustration Fly Mother Nature Umbrella Boy

 

Flying in the Darkness

 

Deep beneath the canopy of day

A forest boy was I

With umbrella leaves and shadows so dark

I couldn’t see the bluest of sky

 

No matter the path I felt to follow

No matter the bridges I crossed

My hook and pole guided me through

No life I missed – No life I lost

 

Friends unseen as forest sounds they made

Babble, babble the babbling brook did call

In this world I couldn’t see my way

But never a day I feared I’d fall

 

Thatched branches too thick to pass

I’d close my eyes and see God’s hand

On fairy wings I’d lift and float

I was a boy but one with the land

 

No matter how dense the vines would twine

No matter how thorny they’d cut my side

I was home in the woods

I chose not to hide

 

In my threatening world of darkness

The forest breathed hope for me to roam

Tucked under Her wings I never felt fear

She gave me roots – She gave me my home

 

Deep beneath the canopy of day

A forest boy was I

Without much light for me to grow

My Mother stooped down…

 

She taught me to fly.

Love you, Sterling Sinclair (11/24/14)


Psychic Sterling Sinclair Poem – Child Abuse – Domestic Violence – When a Son Still Loves His Mom, Nov 20, 2014


Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Poem – Child Abuse – Domestic Violence

When a Son Still Loves His Mom

Nov 20, 2014

Mom and I Dance in the Rain

 

She sat on the step that day

She rocked me in her arms

My lips were all but silent

My eyes were screaming alarms

 

Here hands swung with a belt so wide

Here voice squealed of banshees

My back bruised and welted

My legs dropped like fancies

 

She looked as if she died that day

She wet my head with tears

I felt my mother’s worries

I breathed in all her fears

 

She could not stop once she’d begin

She love to hate the pain

I was her little special boy

I used to dance in the rain

 

Why Mom would you hurt me?

Why Mom would you start?

Many years of silence passed

I pushed Mom’s sorrow cart

 

She came by to see me one day

I stood outside my store

Upon the cold sidewalk

Where was my mom anymore?

 

She looked that day like no mom should look

She’d weathered every blow

I knew she felt what she gave me

I knew she had come to go

 

No words were really needed

No words could ever explain

She came to me to do one thing…

Mom and I danced in the rain.

 

Written by Sterling Sinclair (11/20/2014)

 

Love, S


Psychic Sterling Sinclair Downloads Multiple Auracature Images and They Keep Coming in. What is Up? You Decide. November 14, 2014


Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Downloads Multiple Auracature Images

and They Keep Coming in.  

What is Up?  You Decide.  

November 14, 2014

Since mid last night the Auracature images flood upon my mind.  It is impossible to record as many as are there.

Here is some of the collection.

What do you make of these?

Does the collection tell of a story?

If you couple them with the Sexual Assault Survivor Auracatures, do they tell a different story?

Something is going on in this world that these images are guiding us to understand.

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Writing Words World MAp Home

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Riding Dimensions Horse Horseback Horse

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Rabbit Me I Am Magic

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Justin Chapman Architecture Architect Ancient Future Building Art

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Hypnosis

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville I Am Who I Am Bird on Water Love Self Identity

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Love Together Sex Making Love Couple Human

 

Any ideas?

L, S


Psychic Sterling Sinclair Auracature Tribute to Sexual Assault Survivors – “We Are Strong” November 14, 2014


Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature Tribute to Sexual Assault Survivors

“We Are Strong”

November 14, 2014

A few days ago, I publicly revealed that I and another student had been sexually assaulted by a teacher in high school.  I was touched by the number of people who had kept their assaults quiet over the years.  Many people began posting their stories of what happened to them.  Some people made it public for the first time.  So many of us have been hurt and have kept it buried over time.  I dedicate this collection to all sexual assault survivors – past and present – publicly proclaimed or privately held – passed or living.

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Together Strong 2

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Together Strong 7

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Together Strong 5

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Together Strong 6

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Together Strong 3

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Together Strong 4

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Sexual Assault Survivor Together Strong 1

 

We are strong.

I send you my love, S