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Psychic Sterling Sinclair Fairy Magic Auracature of Life – Together we Build a Better Future – Donald Trump Inauguration, January 20, 2017

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Fairy Magic Auracature of Life

Together we Build a Better Future

Donald Trump Inauguration, January 20, 2017

So many of my friends have been blanketted by despair because of Trump being Inaugurated. Hate has seeped in and neighbours and loved ones have turned on each other. Civil protests have become violent demonstrations.   This is not peace.  This is not love.  This is not civil efforts to be proactively heard.  On this day, whether Americans agree or disaggree, Americans must find it in themselves to gather and civilly work toward building their future. But it must begin with refusing hate and finding hope.  I call for the violence, separation and hate be collectively rid from us. 

  
I had only just begun my relationship with the Auracature channel in 2007 when I drew this after being rescued from the land of the dead. I had been leached of all hope and the future looked bleak. This Auracature (possibly the 30th one that I ever did and was not called an Auracature at the time) was drawn on the day that I saw a new light. On that day – life was possible – hope was restored. My rebirthing was progressive over the following months. 
I post this today as a reminder that together there is hope for better times. On a day like today, a little fairy magic/inspiration is needed.
I hope that on this day, hope, joy, and the spirit of new life puts a spring in your steps.  
Much love to you, S

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Psychic Sterling Sinclair Fairy Magic Auracature of Life – Together we Build a Better Future – Donald Trump Innauguration, January 20, 2017

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Fairy Magic Auracature of Life

Together we Build a Better Future

Donald Trump Innauguration, January 20, 2017

So many of my friends have been blanketted by despair because of Trump being Innaugurated. Hate has seeped in and neighbours and loved ones have turned on each other. Civil protests have become violent demonstrations.   This is not peace.  This is not love.  This is not civil efforts to be proactively heard.  On this day, whether Americans agree or disaggree, Americans must find it in themselves to gather and civilly work toward building their future. But it must begin with refusing hate and finding hope.  I call for the violence, separation and hate be collectively rid from us. 

  
I had only just begun my relationship with the Auracature channel in 2007 when I drew this after being rescued from the land of the dead. I had been leached of all hope and the future looked bleak. This Auracature (possibly the 30th one that I ever did and was not called an Auracature at the time) was drawn on the day that I saw a new light. On that day – life was possible – hope was restored. My rebirthing was progressive over the following months. 
I post this today as a reminder that together there is hope for better times. On a day like today, a little fairy magic/inspiration is needed.
I hope that on this day, hope, joy, and the spirit of new life puts a spring in your steps.  
Much love to you, 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

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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 Auracature of Play, Dreams and Joy, October 22, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature of Play, Dreams and Joy

October 22, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Oracle Auracature Fish Bird Swim Fly Start Stop October 22 2014

 

Take chances.

Do not let you be your own negative nilly.

You truly never know till you try.

L, S


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