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Sterling Sinclair Remembers Gord Downie and Visits the Vigil in Kingston Ontario Oct 18 2017: Photos, Videos, Media Reports, and A Poetic Message

Sterling Sinclair Remembers Gord Downie and Visits the Vigil in Kingston Ontario Oct 18 2017: Photos, Videos, Media Reports, and A Poetic Message

I aspire to be half the man Gord Downie was.  

  
He set an admirable standard whether be family man, activist, musician, poet, or human. 

  
 I never met Mr. Downie, I am a fan like so many other Canadians and beyond.  

  
His bravery to show love and express his passion for justice and life, oozed from his every syllable.

  
 It was an honour to visit the vigil.

  
am so thankful that the city of Kingston provided us the opportunity to sit with our memories of Gord and reflect upon how he inspired each and every one of us.    

  
Many, many people went to the vigil. The signatures signed on the memory banner had to have been in the thousands. 

One Kashechewan First Nation, on James Bay, gentleman visited the vigil earlier in the day.  This is an exerpt from the Whig: 

“He fought for us, for so many things,” Nakogee said. “That really means a lot. The first time I heard somebody that really fought for us was Gordie. We don’t hear that other bands do stuff for First Nations people. Gordie fought for us.

“It’s good that he did that, but it’s sad that he lost the battle. Now he is in our spirits.”

Nakogee was among dozens of people who gathered in Springer Market Square under a cloudless sky and unseasonably warm temperatures to pay their respects to The Tragically Hip’s lead singer, who died Tuesday night after a year-and-a-half-long battle with brain cancer.

Downie’s work to bring attention to the history of residential schools in Canada was among the last chapters in his life and one that fan Richard Noble said many people, including himself, knew nothing about.”

The Whig Article
This is a short video that I took when I went the vigil in Kingston. By the time I got there, only a small number of people were there. The intimate silence was like walking in the air of a hug. 

Video: Sterling Sinclair visits Gord Downie Vigil in Kingston
Today the headlines lit up the news in Gord Downie’s honour. I read not one negative word. 

In Rolling Stone, the voice of the family was expressed. It told of Mr. Downie’s truth: 

“Last night, Gord quietly passed away with his beloved children and family close by,” his family wrote in a statement. “Gord knew this day was coming – his response was to spend this precious time as he always had – making music, making memories and expressing deep gratitude to his family and friends for a life well lived, often sealing it with a kiss … on the lips.

“Gord said he had lived many lives,” they added. “As a musician, he lived ‘the life’ for over 30 years, lucky to do most of it with his high school buddies. At home, he worked just as tirelessly at being a good father, son, brother, husband and friend. No one worked harder on every part of their life than Gord. No one.”

“Thank you everyone for all the respect, admiration and love you have given Gord throughout the years,” his family wrote following his death. “Those tender offerings touched his heart and he takes them with him now as he walks among the stars.”

“In the wake of his diagnosis, Gord only fought harder for what he believed in: social justice, environmentalism and reconciliation with Indigenous Peoples,” he added. “Gord did not rest from working for the issues he cared about, and his commitment and passion will continue to motivate Canadians for years to come … He will be sorely missed.”

Rolling Stone article
Today I sat down to process my grief and to reflect upo the person of Gord Downie. As an Auracature artist I began to draw an Auracature, just as I did the night before photos of me leaving the drawing at the vigil are posted below, but thid time, I began writing a message inspired by Gord Downie. 

  
Sterling Sinclair Recites the Message
Gord Downie poem

Oct 19, 2017

“Her Children Die from Centuries of Pain

Kick off your shoes – go dance in the rain.”

“Together We Are One”

By Sterling Sinclair

“Remember not me

Remember the work to be done

It was never about my battle

Their stories had to be sung

The battle’s not over

Much work’s need done

We fight the battle together

Until the battle is won

Upon blood soaked prairies

She gathers her young

How’d she wake in her mourning

Her fallen knight was her son

How can she see the light

From fear we mustn’t run

Look into her black brown eyes

Reserved, her soul was shunned

The fight to live’s not over

The fight has just begun.

Oh Canada, do you even listen?

Sorrow is being Sung

Grieve not my recent passing

Seeking justice is not fun

My death is not the message

I’m a husband, father, son

First peoples are in danger

No matter the spin that is spun

Pour your tears upon the lands

Cuz, healing’s barely begun

If you honour my memory

If I am Canada’s true son

Instead of being saddened

Go out and help someone

The war will be over

The battle will be won

When all people come together

And together we are one.”

The following are photos of my experience at the vigil

   
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
   
   
 
  

Gord, rest in peace. 

To Gord’s loved ones, I send my sincerest condolences. 

Much Love, Sterling Sinclair

Sterling Sinclair’s Site 

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Sterling Sinclair Spirit Sings a Song of “The Awakening” a Prophetic Auracature Art Channel Message from 2013

Sterling Sinclair Spirit Sings a Song of “The Awakening” a Prophetic Auracature Art Channel Message from 2013

The Awakening    

Video of me Singing these Channelled Lyrics
Blue gasses consumed 
By a gulf of lost souls

Climbing across

The land of destitution.

 

The ship’s fluid glass

Engulfing my family

Spirits 

Searching for a new home.

 

I cry crimson disorder

Swirling 

About our pod 

Of containment.

 

Cryogenics

An invention of avoidance,

Freezes the mind.  

Detaching years of unexplainable experiences.

  

Can you feel the awakening?

Can you feel the awakening?

OH the awakening.

Can you hear them?

   

Why must we stop 

In a land without salvation?

Eons

Hurling through space.

 

We slow

Near this netherworld

Of interpretations

And interruptions.

  

Was our world 

That bad?

I cannot recall

The sight.

 

I smell

The scent of burning butterfly wings 

It overwhelms 

My memories of home.
I smell

The scent of burning butterfly wings 

It overwhelms 

My memories of home.

 

Shall we go back to sleep?

Shall we go back to sleep?

Shall we go back to sleep?

Go back to sleep?
The commander says…

“No.”
Peace be with you, 

Sterling Sinclair

 


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 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 Remembrance Day Auracatures from the Past. I Remember. November 11, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Remembrance Day

Auracatures from the Past.

 I Remember.  

November 11, 2014

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N11-Auracature-PW

N11-Auracature-Remember

 

N11-Auracature-EO

 

N11-Auracature-LWF

 

Love, S

I Remember

 

 


Oracle Sterling (Psychic Sterling Sinclair) Auracature and Channeled Message “I Am He, She is Me, We are We – Free We Must Be!” October 7, 2014

Oracle Sterling (Psychic Sterling Sinclair)

Auracature and Channeled Message

“I Am He, She is Me, We are We – Free We Must Be!”

October 7, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville I Am Free Freedom 2014

 

“When I wander through swamps of confusion,

I wonder of dangers amid the confusion.

Day and night – rest and flight.

I see the Son, He sits on the sun.

To stay and turn back OR look in deep waters

Wanting to run

Over three moons she skates upon skies,

Sifting my sands as time sinks to cry.

Majesty, marvel, mixed mysteries am I.

A distance to travel, no distance to fly.

I slip in the silt, the surface???

Moon’s quilt.

Feathers float down,

He sees from the sun.

Her toes dance in sea foam, she refuses to run.

I turn to He, I only can see

From inside

I reach that mystical beach.

From my glowing face Death does leach.

Alive from inside; Life is my bride.

I will not drown

My love will abide.

Rise up with me dears,

Time stands still it – it passes man’s years.

My glasses once clouded

Now sparkle and clear.

He lifts my soul up.

She’s ME

I APPEAR!”


Psychic Sterling Sinclair October Fliers and Brochures Services, Spiritlines, Spirit-Types, Auracatures, Scans, Sessions, Writings and More… October 28, 2013

Psychic Sterling Sinclair October

Fliers and Brochures

Services, Spiritlines, Spirit-Types, Auracatures, Scans, Sessions, Writings and More…

October 28, 2013

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Spirit-Type Brochure page 1

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Auracature and Spiritlines Sessions Information Brochure page 1

Psychic Sterling Sinclair New Flier October 25 Services page 1

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Channeled Writings Sample Brochure page 1

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Biography Brochure Page 1

 

I took this set to Warkworth Psychic Fair on October 26, 2013

Many Blessings,

S