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Being an Extremely Sensitive Empath has Its Challenges but The Great Outdoors is Healing: Sterling Sinclair Goes Barefoot Tree Hugging, Walking, Bathing and Sunset Swimming, October 2017

Being an Extremely Sensitive Empath has Its Challenges but The Great Outdoors is Healing: Sterling Sinclair Goes Barefoot Tree Hugging, Walking, Bathing and Sunset Swimming, October 2017

If you are like me, people, yes people, people in general drain you.  The drama never ends whether it be on a sidewalk, at a friend’s house visiting, at a hospital or big stores like Walmart.  

  
Take us to a conference just to listen – bam – drain. 

Have us present – triple bam – ultra drain. 

  
If you are like me, you probably go out and socialize as seldom as possible and live like a hermit as much as possible.  

  
We are naturally social as well as reclusive.  It is an impossible life to live but we find our ways to live it. 

Over the past few weeks, I have had difficulty finding stability because I have been out and about.  

  
So when at my rural  waterfront studio in the woods, I have been seeking restoration.  

  
I hope that these videos give you a sense of peace, calm and home.  

This is a video of me heading out for a walk in the field. I just got back to the studio and immediately had to go for a walk: 

Sterling Sinclair heads out for a walk in the country
Once out in the woods, especially in the fall, I like to kick off my shoes and go walking barefoot in the leaves.  It is astonishingly grounding.  

  
This is a video of me walking barefoot through the leaves: 

Video: Sterling Sinclair goes Walking in the woods
I love it when nature starts to peacefully whisper to me and I am called to hug the trees.

  
 This video is raw and up close. I hope that you gain the sense of being one with the forest: 

Video: Sterling Sinclair Natural Tree Hugging
When I return, especially when it is at sunset or evening, I find that a nature swim or blessed bathing in the lake to be restorative.  I let the waters drain away any pain that I am shedding. 

  
This video is of my going into the lake barefoot. The water for the end of October is really warm. It was so magical with the light twinking on the lake as the sun set.  

Video: Sterling Sinclair kicks off his shoes and walks into the lake
For us extreme empaths, reconnecting with nature and the elements has a way of giving us a rest.  The above moments gave me times to cleanse and re-energize.  Do you do similar activities too. Do you find nature helpful? 

Much love, S 

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Time to Reflect: Auracature By Sterling Sinclair – Something Visual to Contemplate, October 20, 2017

Time to Reflect: Auracature By Sterling Sinclair – Something Visual to Contemplate, October 20, 2017
I thought that a post without commentary was needed today.  I hope that these Auracature Images Speak to you. L, S

   
  

   
Much love, S


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


Psychic Sterling Sinclair: It’s Time to Find Our Feet! When we Question Where We Belong We Avoid Belonging There, Where is Home? August 16, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair:

It’s Time to Find Our Feet!

When we Question Where We Belong We Avoid Belonging There,

Where is Home?  

August 16, 2014

I am frequently asked questions by clients concerning belonging and direction.  We live in a time of upheaval.  We seem to be trying to locate the beacon to guide us home but our navigation devices seem to be confused.  Do you ever feel this way?  Like you don’t know where to turn OR where to settle down and simply exist?

I spent many years looking for my place to “be.”  I simply could not find my feet.  It was odd because I lived in the same rural neighborhood for 18 years of my life but nothing felt like home.  My own bed felt foreign.  Something just was not right for me.

In 2002, I was in a discussion group at the University of Toronto.  We were discussing displacement.  Of all the things to discuss, displacement was the conversation I was searching for my whole life.  Was I the only one to feel this way?  In the conversation, it was made clear that I had not seemingly entered a conversation by chance but that I was meant to be there on that day with these people.  We all shared one common characteristic – we were all people of the Canadian Algonquin Nation (some 1 generation back and some like me 3+).  We shared the same blood.  As soon as I clued into what had just happened, I asked, “do any of you feel like you cannot find your feet or plant your roots?”  Everybody there felt the same way.  Allegedly, almost all Algonquin people share this feeling at various intensities because Algonquin people have had to move and move and move – the travelling people.

Here I had been looking for something that I could never find.  A memory passed down through the generations.  It was part of me.  I was still connected to my homeland but the location had been long lost or forgotten.  My quest to find my place in this world was a quest not by choice but a quest I was born to live.  There was no way for me to ever reach my quest.

The time to stop searching had come.  I now could stop running away from here.  I could now make my home my home.

After sitting with thousands of clients discussing their directions in life and where home is to them, I have found that home is absolutely where we make it to exist.

When we stop running and assess our lives and look at where we are in those lives we can see where home can be and then set the course to make home there.

When I stopped running and took a deep breath.  You know where I found home?  I found it right here.  I had made my home my home and now it was time to stop running but to build my home where my home already was.

No matter our beliefs and no matter or heritage, we belong where we belong.  We live where we live.  We can choose to spend a life running and eternally searching or we can slow down, stop, assess, and make choices.  Maybe where we are at this time is the place we are to be.  We cannot make that decision if we don’t take time to experience it and ask,

“Is this my home?”

Home is where we make our home.

Here is exactly that…

HERE!

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I hope I helped you find and celebrate your feet today.

I love you my friends,

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


Psychic Sterling Sinclair: How You Opened My Eyes and Made Me Love You, August 13, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair:

How You Opened My Eyes and Made Me Love You,

August 13, 2014

I used to be pro-life / anti-abortion, now I am not.  I used to believe that monogamy at all costs was mandatory in romantic relationships, now I do not.  I used to believe that all people after death either went to heaven or hell, now I do not.  I lived a life of rights and wrongs and sat on one of those sides with the middle not existing.  Now, I am neither for nor against the above.  Perceptions and beliefs can sure change if given a chance.

In life, we are influenced by our society, faith, communal consciousness and self-perceptions (just to name a few).  We naturally struggle as humans to commune but in our efforts to commune we compete for belonging – we compete to commune.

Although our choices are our choices, our choices have been set in place by our surroundings and developed perceptions.  Hence judgment becomes a part of our reality whether we like it or not.  No matter what side of the fence you sit on, when you comment about the other side of the fence, you are making a judgment call, good or bad.  Although judgment is not our nature, our nature influences us to judge.

I was raised in rural Christian community. I studied human behavior and sociology in University and became a Christian minister and counselor.  Life seemed right as rain.  I knew what I finally knew and had chosen my path, seemingly to me, a path without the judgment of others.

It was not until I began to live my professional experience and my family life grew into clearer sight that my eyes became more clearly clouded with desires for truth.  Life began to not resemble the life that I knew.  Maybe the life that I had been dreaming about was closer to the truth.

When I left the church and began reading as a psychic, I had a very difficult time keeping my own opinions and judgments out of the sessions.  It was impossible to fully eliminate the bleed.  But progressively I changed.  What I deemed in the past to be less than normal in life was actually far more normal than I could have ever imagined.

Life was life no matter how someone lived it.  My clients and the channels that followed began to open my eyes.  I hated to love.  I had lived a life loving to hate.  No wonder I used to be so angry and tried to cover up my anger through jokes and hurtful comments.

Now, I can barely recall the depth of my despair; life brought me life and love for life accompanied life’s love.

In the air of love, life began to flourish.  Hate began to shed and my judgments faded away.

To commune meant to commune.  I would be loved not because of my hate – I would be loved because I didn’t hate.  I would be loved because I loved.

My clients’ multiple truths showed me the way.  My truth became, “I can Love You!”

I fought hard for this not to happen.  But, it seems that when it is time to be a welcome fiber within the communal existence of life, the process cannot be stopped – AND thankfully so.

I thank you.

You Opened My Eyes and Made Me Love You.

In turn,

I finally loved myself.

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Love to you on this day,

S


Psychic Sterling Sinclair Auracature of the Day, “To Dive or To Fly?,” March 3, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature of the Day

“To Dive or To Fly?”

March 3, 2014

What do you think this says about the day?

Sterling-Sinclair-Fly

In Auracature language, the teardrop means “hope.”

Blessings and Have a Great Day,

S