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Psychic Sterling Sinclair: To Seek the Same or Choose Something Different? That is the Question. An Essay on the Driving Function of Memory. August 20, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair:

To Seek the Same or Choose Something Different?  That is the Question.

An Essay on the Driving Function of Memory.  

August 20, 2014

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When I travel, I like to taste different foods, see new sights, hear sounds I don’t recall hearing before and meeting new people.  I like to experience something new.  But at the same time, I seek out cheese, chocolate, a hamburger, fish and chips, a flower garden, trees with shade and a clean, safe, comfy room in which to rest my head.  I travel to experience life but I have a tendency to gravitate back to what is comforting and familiar.

I have observed that friends of mine do the same.  Every year, year in and year out, they find a resort that offers all you can eat and drink and a beach on which to sunbathe.  They may venture off the resort for small day trips and may even mingle with the locals for a short time but at the end of the day, they return to their recognizable comforts.

Are we creatures of habit?  Maybe?  Maybe there is more to it than that.

A woman I know dates and has dated the same sort of man – an uneducated, hurt, grease monkey with baggage, power issues and who desires a mother- lover.  They all seem to like muscle cars and trying to live on the edge.

A man I know is married to an older, divorced woman who has 2 small dogs, a little girl with long, dark hair.  He has a close friend who fits the exact same description but the women’s hair colours are different.

Even though the people are different, the different people they found are still the same.  Why?

In the depths of our mind revolves a recognition function.  Psychologist after psychologist have pointed out that we seek what created us and/or nurtured us.  We seek to return.  Our emotional connections and the need to curl up in our egg shell drive us to live the familiar.

Ever catch yourself saying, “Why do I always do that?”

Past life theorists claim that our repeated actions, desires, and senses of home are determined by our unresolved past life issues.  But what if we repeat and we don’t have unresolved issues?

In the deep recesses of our minds where our soul greets its fuel – its spirit – a spinning ball of timeless memory fires our mutual multiple lives with sparks of the same memory.

If you burn the same size bonfire under the same tree and feed the fire new wood, the tree will repeatedly wither from the heat.  No matter the wood, the tree still gets singed.  Only when the sparks stop hitting the branches does the tree begin to grow back.

However, in this memory, we must consciously and deliberately alter its spark.  Where it may be flames it must be changed to electrical frequencies or splashes of tears for life to change.  The memory will still fire, but a change is when it fires something different.

How is that done?

Because we already possess the memory, it is not making new memories that we seek.  The quest is to trigger other memories to spark.  New memory triggers are required.  It is not about learning something new in this life, it is about freeing the memory of what it already knows.

Is it alright to seek the familiar and rest in the comfort of a recognizable, cyclical life?  If you like it, then it is.  However, there will be a time, whether in this life or the next, when the comfortable will feel uncomfortable.  When that time comes, the quest to free memory will commence.

We can choose to be slaves to our past lives and repeated patterns or we can choose to investigate, experience and search for new ones.  No matter the choice, the choice is ours to make.

If you hear yourself asking, “Is this all what life is meant to be?”  OR “Is this all I was meant to do?” You are ready to embark on your quest – the quest to free your memory.

When your memory begins to spark different memories, familiarity will meet newness and together they will stimulate your heart.  You will be driven to run or to stay put.  You may be driven to do both at the same time.  Life will begin to look different and with that new sight, your previously familiar surroundings and context will suddenly be unfamiliar.  You will know things about yourself and other people that you did not before know (or thought you didn’t know).  Ideas will come to you.  Ideas that you had no idea existed.

Will you lose you if you embark on your quest to free your memory?  No.  Your memory is already there.  You are not finding a new memory.  You are remembering what your memory already knows.

Will you be different?  You may seem to be different.

Different Good or Different Bad?  Neither and both at the same time.

To free your memory is to free you.  Once free, you can never turn back.

The choice to free your memory is yours.  When the time comes that you choose to embark on the quest to free your memory – it will be the right time to do so.  There is no rush.  But no matter what time it becomes, the choice will be yours to make.

Is it time for change?

You choose.

Love, S

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Psychic Sterling Sinclair: If I walk a Mile in Your Shoes, My Feet Will Bleed, August 19, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair:

If I walk a Mile in Your Shoes, My Feet Will Bleed

August 19, 2014

The Olympics bring out the worst in me if my team loses because one of the players missed the easiest swing, throw or shot.  I can get so wrapped up in an Olympic game and the desperate desire for my team/country to win that I can yell profanities toward the sportsperson on the TV screen.  Like in that moment, I sound like I could have done better.  There is no way, but what happens to me?

In the heat of the moment, the game becomes personal.  I forget the pressures the person is under.  I stop listening.  Does this ever happen to you?

While immersed in the deep, throbbing, moist action of life, as bystanders we have a tendency to think we can do better than someone else.  Somehow, we imagine ourselves more successfully walking in their shoes.  It is easy to say, “do this” and “do that” to another person when your guidance is rooted in your life experience.  It is difficult to make it work when immersed in another person’s life situation.

When I was younger, minding other people’s business was a preoccupation (it seemed) of mine because it was a way for me not to acknowledge my own business that needed work.  Other people’s shoes did not look appetizing or easy to walk in – other people looked like they were simply not walked in correctly.  I thought I could walk in them better than they could walk in them.

The change for me progressively came when I moved away from home, started meeting other people and shifted my education focus to sociology, biblical studies, women’s issues and female liberation theology.   It was not until I heard stories and began to live my own life that other people’s shoes no longer fit my feet.

Have you ever tried on a 6 inch stiletto that you admired on the shelf just to find out that you can’t walk in it after you badly twist your ankle and fall into the shoe rack?  You walked in the store all sexy and put together one moment and then in another moment (and without warning) digging yourself out of a pile of shoes with your skirt pulled up and your 3 week old Brazilian showing to the sales person.

I have bought hiking boots that look great with all the right attributes and fit right at the store just to find out half way up a hill that they are too heavy for me to walk in.

As the background story comes into the picture, our ability to walk in another person’s shoes becomes far more daunting a consideration.  It is only when we truly take time to listen to the story behind the story, the secrets behind the secrets, that we see the shoes for more than they seem.  It is only then that wearing another person’s shoes does not look that easy to walk in.

In my career, I am asked questions about people’s lives.  It would be easy to make up a story or read the surface information and say do this and do that but life is not an accounting ledger book.  We can’t simply add up the lines and make a conclusion.  Life has its own life and each of our lives is different than others.  We all like to polish  or wear our shoes in ways we want people to see them, but what our shoes look like on the outside do not reflect the wear inside at the toe.

By trying on our friend’s shoes and trying to walk in them while listening as we take each step, our friend’s story is heard.

By taking time to truly listen, we learn to walk in our own weathered shoes alongside our friend wearing his/her shoes.  We no longer tell our friends how to walk in their shoes – our friends help us walk in our shoes.

When we walk together, climbing the path of life becomes easier and more meaningful for all of us.

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If I Walk a Mile in Your Shoes, My Feet Will Bleed…

So,

Let’s try walking together.

You are not alone.

Love, S

PS. I still have a ways to go when it comes to the Olympics, but I am working on it. Thanks for hearing my confession and taking time to walk with me.


Psychic Sterling Sinclair: A Muddy Puddle is Your Playground – Take a Chance – Live Your Life Today! August 15, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair:

A Muddy Puddle is Your Playground

Take a Chance – Live Your Life Today!

August 15, 2014

I admit it.  Even as a grown man, one of my most enjoyable things to do is to jump into puddles.  Yep.  Just like Christopher Robin. Well – usually without my raincoat and rubbers on that is.

Another thing that makes me feel alive is standing as naked as I can be with my arms outstretched as the rain pelts my skin and washes me clean.

This morning upon waking, I received a cherished childhood memory in the form of a vision.  I was mud sliding in the rain.  What is mud sliding?  Huh?  You mean you haven’t tried it.  I’m sure some of you have.

I grew up in a family with very little money.  When we were small, Dad worked all the time and when we were old enough to shovel dirt and rake gravel, we worked.  It would seem that all I knew to do was work.  Well sometimes work can be fun.  Sometimes what we find fun at work is fun when we get home too.

You see, my parents were building contractors.  They built custom homes.  I don’t remember life as a boy without there being a big dirt pile somewhere nearby.  When it would rain, the clay in the dirt pile would become like grease.  Almost a filthy slime that caked on your bodies and if you stood long enough in one spot, the piles would swallow your shoes like a hungry mountain at lunch time.

Getting dirty was all part of the fun.  Wondering if something beneath the surface would pop out and grab us was part of the thrill.  I grew to look forward to the rain.

When we stayed at the trailer in the summer, my mom would kick us outside to play in the rain.  This is where my childhood vision comes in.  The driveway to the trailer was a few hundred meters long and was gaveled every few years.  But since it was clay beneath the gravel, heavy trucks would push the gravel down the driveway’s throat and the driveway would gladly swallow it up.  Soon, the driveway would return to our own slip ’n slide – a 1000 foot long slime-covered path for us to follow.

But as boys, we didn’t really care to follow a path.  We found it our duty to turn that path of life into our personal playground.

With Speedo bathing suits coving our bottoms, we would take turns running as fast as our bare feet would carry us and when we’d meet a puddle, head first we would dive.  With arms fully stretched and rounded bellies out, we skimmed through the mud with ease.  The joy to freely make the most out of our day on this slick path of life was worth wiping the mud off to see the blood dripping from our knees, palms and chests.

You see, in those muddy puddles, there were always random gravel shards hidden beneath the surface of the water.  They would scrape and cut without warning.  Sometimes they would and sometimes they wouldn’t, but that didn’t stop us; it was all part of the thrill.  We were boys.  The world was ours on that that muddy path and we embraced it.  Sure it hurt at times, but those memories of pure innocent joy to this day get me through when the chips are down.

This morning my vision was a close up of me pushing the muddy water with my face as I was sliding head first through it.  What accompanied that vision was the memory that no matter how dirty I was, no matter how  scraped and bleeding I was, no matter the how badly it hurt, the rain would fall gently down and before I knew it, I was washed clean, restored and ready to go again.

I can’t walk by a puddle to this day without that boy spirit driving me into the mud again.  I have ruined so many pair of good shoes because of it, but restoration of self and knowing that I am still alive is so worth the price of stained leather and a wet socks.

I share this because many of us face our puddles today.  We stand and look onto the murky surface and consider ways around because the unknown hides before us.  We even consider turning back or finding another path.  I mean what are people going to think of us if we show up bruised and covered in filth?

Today, consider your muddy, slippery path as your playground.  Today, don’t consider the puddle in the road an obstacle but as an invitation to splash around.  Dive into that puddle head first and take a chance.  Live your life.  In that moment, it will matter not what other people think or even if the scars will be remain.  In that moment, you will know that nothing stopped you from living life your way.

In that moment,

You will know one thing…

 

You are ALIVE!

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Let’s jump through puddles together.

Love to you,

S