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Before Committing Suicide Be Clear that You will be Dead – So Don’t Do It: Former Medium Sterling Sinclair Channels a Psychic Message, an Auracature image, and a Spirit Drumming and Chanting in Memory of his Nephew Zachary “Zach” Bridgewater October 24 2017

Before Committing Suicide Be Clear that You will be Dead: Former Medium Sterling Sinclair Channels a Psychic Message, an Auracature image, and a Spirit Drumming and Chanting in Memory of his Nephew Zachary “Zach” Bridgewater 

October 24 2017

2 years ago today, my nephew Zach fell to the sways and distortions of suicide.  I never really grasped the concept of suicide and I truly don’t think any one studying the living can ever really understand it.  Over the years of offering mediumship sessions, I developed another view than the one as a person who studied it academically and as a person who had attempted in the past. Suicide is not just a perversion of thought, it is a psychic suggestion placed upon the spirit of the victim.  The suggestion filters through the self until all things align, not just mentally.  All facets believe the trickery of suicide.  I think suicide, like “Evil,” deserves to be named as personified destruction, thus named “Suicide.”  “Suicide’s” false promisses and forked toung manipulations can even spread to loved ones like a deceptive virus, contaminating the gameboard upon which nobody knows they stand. “Suicide” may also call itself “Sacrifice” if the rebranding is required. We need to view “Suicide” as a creature whose only function is to rip appart lives and feed off the pain.  Ever notice how, loved ones can spiral into a sort of insanity or deep depression or even disassociation over the weeks, months, and years to follow rather than heal.  “Suicide” amplifies the pain so that pain it can consume.  “Suicide” never can eat enough. It must always have more.  Survivors must at all costs, see “Suicide” as who it is – it is the Ultimate Destructive Trickery.  

If you are considering Suicide to solve your problems or to free yourself from others or to even make a friend stronger or your family’s life better, please know that such reasoning, logic, and justification are all lies.  Life does not get better.  Life does not go on.  Every single person, including your spirit and corpse will fall into an incermountable pain as death spreads and “Suicide” smiles.   Find someone to talk to. Find some way to banish “Suicide” from your existence.  “Suicide” is not the choice you really want to make.  

Sadly, my nephew Zach, fell by the lurings and false promises of suicide. 

Zach’s Obituary Posting
Friends and family are desvistated. Whatever promise “Suicide” made him, it was a lie. 

  
In the following inspired message, Zach from beyond the grave calls out the lie and the mind altering nightmare of knowing what was about to happen.  
Please, please, please, understand that life is worth living and you do not live life once you are dead.  As a medium, that was the biggest awareness of the dead: dead means dead – dead does not mean keep living.  

This is the Auracature Art drawing that I believe Zach wanted to pass on as a memory tattoo.  

  
If I were to interpret the lines, it basically means that his spirit is accompanied by a sibling, parent, aunt or uncle, and that he has an angel pulling him out of his darkness while he is gaining a clearer understanding of what happened to him. In short, the lines suggest that Zach’s spirit is being prepared to fully cross over into Love’s Light or in faith related terms – into Heaven.

  
These are the words that wrote through my hand during the drawing of the above Auracature:

Message inspired by Zach

“Where they put me

I had no escape

I thought that I wouldn’t die

That I’d be better off

That I’d live forever

I never wanted to die

Here I am because of a lie

Nothing was done

From truth they’d run

How did I ever believe them?

Death is NOT fun

I found myself in trouble

So I wrapped myself in my bubble

I knew my life was done

Before the week begun

If I knew that I’d be dead

I’d have never put that gun to my head

You cry

You try not to point fingers

You cast blame at yourself

You watch the world turn

Looking for the lesson that you were to learn

The only thing you didn’t see

Was how trusting naivety can be

I wave from here

I try to be near

But my end was my end to you my family and friends

Today is worse than last year

I think it’s sinking in

That this is not some awful dream

I am never coming home again

No matter the amount of trying 

To understand that last day

The only thing I know for sure

Is that I lost my way

I am not asking for forgiveness

I don’t think it can be forgiven

But try to give yourselves a break

I’m the one who fell asleep 

I’m the one who did not wake

I wonder what this year will be like

Time is strange here on this side

Sorry for not being there

To spend it with you.”

Here is a Spirit Drumming and Chanting that I did for Zach and other loved ones who have fallen to the prey of suicide:

Video: In Memory Zach Sterling Sinclair Spirit Drums and Strangely Chants.

In Memory of Zachary “Zach” Bridgewater, His Uncle Rich, Strangely Sterling Sinclair Spirit Drums. I seldom drum or chant this this odd. The oddness of it is very reflective of such which is played by the dead through mediumship and channeling. I thought that it would be something pretty and peaceful, instead, it depicts the process of shedding pain. I posted this once already and then I took it down. Then this morning on the 2nd anniversary of Zach’s death by suicide, I received a written message and image that justifies this song.

My sincerest condolences.  

If you are alive and reading this, please stay alive. Never give up living.  You are meant to stay alive until old age opens the doors for your passage onward.  

Much love and Many Blessings, S

“Uncle Rich”

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Sterling Sinclair Photographs Fairies – Faeries and a Forest Guardian on His Afternoon walk. October 9, 2017

I was sitting on the sofa yesterday around suppertime when I suddenly had the urge to take photos out in the field and forest. 
   
 These three photos were taken by me without looking through the view finder of my Nikon. I heard little high pitched voices say, “over here!” So I turned and shot. I was thrilled to see what was in these photos when I processed them this afternoon. 

  
Some of you will see them and some of you will not. 

As for me, this is a big confirmation that I am never alone.  

  
I have been drumming for a year and within this week I have:

grieved the death of the forest goddess tree, 

sung with my animal spirit guides, 

received etheric mist blessings

received visions of my ancestors, 

an ancestral anointing and mission instruction

stirred and calmed the wind 

and to top it off 

I got photos of orbs, forest sprites, faerie people, and a forest guardian spirit looking directly at me.  

What a magical week it has been for me. 

With these photos, I hope that those who are ready to see them will find and be blessed with eternal magic, awe, and restored hope.  

   
 This world is worth saving, just as the ancient ones are trying to save us too. 

May these photos brighten your day. 

Love, S 

Auracature Site


A Channelled Thanksgiving Message and Auracature Image of Hope, Living and Life by Psychic Sterling Sinclair, October 6, 2017

A Channelled Thanksgiving Message and Auracature Image of Hope, Living and Life by Psychic Sterling Sinclair, October 6, 2017  
I felt the urge today to channel an Auracature message. So many of us find celebrations like Thanksgiving very difficult to deal with. Many of us struggle to be happy. Many of us struggle to live. This message is a welcome one on this day. Live and live, for this life, we live. 

YouTube Recording of Sterling Reading the Blessing
On my enriching walk in the woods as mentioned in the video, I took these 3 photos. It was a profound affirming moment for me. When I returned to my studio, I recorded the above message.  

I hope you can sense a moment of awe too. 

   
   
Happy Thanksgiving

Live Life Live Life Live Life

Love, Sterling


Auracature Dedication to the Haltern, Germany Sixteen Students who Passed in the Germanwings A320 4U 9525 Crash Oracle Sterling Sinclair Psychic Art and Medium Message to Home

Auracature Dedication to the Haltern, Germany

Sixteen Students who Passed in the Germanwings Crash

Oracle Sterling Sinclair Psychic Art and Medium Message to Home

Please forgive my translation.

I am using Google Translate.

Bitte verzeihen Sie meine Übersetzung.
Ich bin mit Google Translate .

“Auracature Widmung an den Haltern,

Deutschland Sechzehn Schüler,

die in der Germanwings Absturz Passed

Oracle Sterling Sinclair Psychic Kunst und Medium Nachricht an Startseite”

April 5, 2015

I have given up offering professional medium services.  However, this tragedy has touched my heart like few ever have.  I mean no hurt to cause.  Please find peace and understanding in this and these posts.  My heart goes out to you all.

“Ich habe die Bereitstellung professioneller Dienstleistungen Medium gegeben . Allerdings hat diese Tragödie mein Herz wie kaum jemals berührt . Ich meine, keine Schmerzen zu verursachen. Hier finden Sie Frieden und Verständigung in dieser und dieser Stellen . Mein Herz geht an euch alle.”

Oracle Strerling Sinclair Psychic Auracature Art Lufthansa Germanwings Airbus 320 4U 9525 D-AIPX DAIPX Crash inf French Alps Update April 5, 2015 Medium Mediumship Message 16 Passengers Students Haltern Dead 2

“Play On.”

“No Pain. No Pain.

Together, We’re Together.”

“Play On”. 

“Keine Schmerzen. Keine Schmerzen. 

Zusammen sind wir zusammen . “

While drawing this Auracature, I kept seeing a blue bed spread or comforter that looked like it had a character on it like a “Return of the Jedi” image or something.  Beside it I see an alarm clock.  It was very important that I kept seeing the alarm clock.  Something about it going off when it was not supposed to or that this person was pointing to the clock not working right.  Then the image pans to a pink figurine (it reads as a pig to me but I really can’t make it out).  It jogs my mind as a gift or memoir.   Then I kept seeing underwear – they look like young man’s briefs crumpled and half inside out.  At the same time, I am shown the corner foot of the bed and a clothes closet like location and a dirty sock.  I have a sense of a second floor and a small window looking out to the street (?) from a second floor or from a window out of a roof.  Sorry for the visions not being clear.  They are the first ones that I have received since the crash.

“Beim Zeichnen dieses Auracature , hielt ich sehen eine blaue Tagesdecke oder Tröster, der sah aus wie es ein Zeichen auf sie wie ein ” Return of the Jedi ” Bild oder so etwas hatte . Daneben sehe ich einen Wecker. Es war sehr wichtig , dass ich sah immer den Wecker . Etwas über es geht aus , wenn es nicht auf oder dass diese Person war , die auf die Uhr nicht richtig funktioniert sollte . Dann werden die Bild Pfannen auf einem rosa -Figur ( es liest sich wie ein Schwein zu mir, aber ich kann wirklich nicht machen es aus ) . Er joggt meinem Kopf als Geschenk oder Memoiren . Dann hielt ich sehen, Unterwäsche – sie sehen aus wie Unterhosen jungen Mannes zerknittert und die Hälfte von innen nach außen . Zur gleichen Zeit , ich gezeigt, die Ecke Fußende des Bettes und einem Kleiderschrank wie Lage und eine schmutzige Socke. Ich habe das Gefühl eines zweiten Etage und ein kleines Fenster mit Blick auf die Straße (?) Von einem zweiten Boden oder aus einem Fenster von einem Dach . Sorry für die Visionen nicht klar . Sie sind die ersten, die ich seit dem Crash übermittelt.”

The following is a written message from one (I think one) of the passed students.  It could be more than one student changing their voices as each speak but I am unsure.  Again, I am sorry.

This is the message:

“Das Folgende ist eine schriftliche Mitteilung von einem (ich glaube, eine) der vergangen Studenten. Es könnte mehr als ein Student ändern ihre Stimmen wie jeder sprechen, aber ich bin mir nicht sicher . Auch hier tut mir leid.

Das ist die Botschaft :”

“I’m here mom.

“I’m here.

Sit here.

Bring Dad.

I know he’s angry.

Bring him here.

You will feel my breath as I move your hair.

My odor you smell.

You don’t know it’s me Dad.

Tell him it’s me.

Tell him it’s me.”

” Ich bin hier, Mama .

“Ich bin hier.

Setz dich hier hin.

Bringen Dad.

Ich weiß, dass er wütend ist .

Bringt ihn her .

Sie werden mir den Atem fühlen, als ich mich bewege Ihr Haar.

Ihr Geruch riechen Sie .

Sie wissen nicht, es ist mir Dad.

Sagen Sie ihm, ich bin es .

Sagen Sie ihm, dass es mir. “

My heart goes out to all of you.

May love once again find a way to rejoice in your hearts.

“Mein Herz geht an Sie alle .

Kann Liebe wieder einen Weg finden, in euer Herz sich freuen .”

Love to you, S

This is the April 1, 2015 Auracature Image:

“Dies ist der 1. April 2015 Auracature Bild:”

Oracle Strerling Sinclair Psychic Auracature Art Lufthansa Germanwings Airbus 320 4U 9525 D-AIPX DAIPX Crash inf French Alps Update April 1, 2015 Angels Heaven Hope Prayer Catholic Mass Love Dead Passengers 1

 

Love, S

http://www.auracature.com

These two articles are concerning the passed students who perished on the Germanwings 4U 9525:

“Diese beiden Artikel sind über die vergangen Studenten, die auf der Germanwings 4U 9525 umgekommen :”

http://www.wsj.com/articles/german-schoolchildren-feared-victims-of-france-plane-crash-1427209107

http://www.dw.de/haltern-mourns-germanwings-victims/a-18357426

 


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 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 Auracature Talismans Halloween 2014 – To Inspire Wholeness and Protection

Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature Talismans

Halloween 2014 

To Inspire Wholeness and Protection

Every year I try to channel a protection talisman for people who are sensitive to increased spirit activity and unwanted outside influences during the Halloween season of Oct. 28 to Nov 4.

I am a little late, being that it is the 30th.

Please feel free to trace or print or make a wallpaper for your phone these images for this year.

Put them above your doors, on your mirrors facing in, on your person and etc.

You may use them to focus prayer, meditation and fire rituals if you so choose.

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Halloween Protection Talisman 1 2014

 

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Halloween Protection Talisman 2 2014

 

 

Much Love to you.

May you receive many blessings.

Be smart.  Be you.  Be safe.

L, S