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Sterling Sinclair Apologizes for the Drama that He Caused after and Possibly, as a Presenter, During the Montreal Edgar Cayce Conference 2017. He asks God for Guidance and He is Told to Part Ways. Oct 23, 2017

Sterling Sinclair Apologizes for the Drama that He Caused after and Possibly, as a Presenter, During the Montreal Edgar Cayce Conference 2017. He asks God for Guidance and He is Told to Part Ways. Oct 23, 2017
Sometimes, things don’t work out as good as one would hope. Sometimes things seem to repeat themselves. 

  

This year, I was invited back to present at the conference and due entirely to my misunderstanding, I presented an interactive workshop and closed with a channelled drawing and message.  

I really enjoyed the conference and I highly recommend it to you if you are seeking Edgar Cayce teachings and/or spiritual/creative awakenings. It will be held at the end of September, 2018

Although I thought my presentation was enjoyable and experiential, there were a few others who thought otherwise, as usual with pretty much any presentation one gives. 

Sterling Sinclair Channels an Message from God at the Montreal Cayce Conference
In the days and hours to follow a mix of miscommunications and mixed empathic energies drew me into understanding that I was not welcome to speak again but I could drum and draw as long as someone else could speak for me, about me, and about my work. I jumped to conclusion and heard that I was being silenced. My reaction was unjust and I am truly sorry for the upset that my reaction caused. 

These issues have now mostly cleared up so I asked God what to do and how to proceed. This was the written response:

  

“To bow out is but a hurtful expression of defeat, but a necessary one for the organization. Silent, you can never be, so limit your exposure. Guests come not to learn or hear from you. Stay away and the numbers will still grow. Although the time is ripe for learning through your witness, the opposition [to it] has grown as well. You cannot tolerate the fight. The conference does not achieve your goal of parting this reality. You draw too much negative attention. You gained and lost friends. You will be forgiven of the pain you have caused. You will close that door and open the windows of the future. The Cayce bunch are good people. They have their direction. They will continue moving forward without your drama. The time to part ways is now.”

I will rest upon this to see if the energies change before officially withdrawing my participation in the 2018 conference but I will make my decision soon so that closure may be obtained and that conference goers can depend on me going or not going. This is the link to the channelled message that I did at the end of the workshop. 

Again, I truly am sorry, S

Sterling Sinclair Page



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#MeToo: Sterling Sinclair, A Sexual Assault Survivor, Reads a Poem about the Quest for Truth, October 17, 2017

#MeToo: Sterling Sinclair, A Sexual Assault Survivor, Reads a Poem about the Quest for Truth, October 17, 2017

  
Sterling Sinclair Reads the Poem 

#metoo I wrote this poem a few years back. It concludes: I keep walking into tomorrow, no matter what happened to me yesterday. I do not know your pain. But I know the feeling of keeping sexual assault buried in secret vaults at which I laid flowers of grief for many years. I am still not sure if opening the vault was a good idea. We all deal with assault differently and in our own ways. I think that is why I like this poem so much. It asks unanswerable questions but speaks to heart of survival.
Much love, S 


Sterling Sinclair Channels a Message of Light and Peace – Accused of Being Evil and Destructive, So He Writes a Slam- like Poem, October 14, 2017

Sterling Sinclair Channels a Message of Light and Peace – Accused of Being Evil and Destructive, So He Writes a Slam- like Poem, October 14, 2017 

 This is an acrylic self-portrait on 24X36 canvas. 

I though it was suitable to post because I kept seeing it in my mind’s as I wrote the following poem. I started writing the poem while shopping for threaded pipe at Home Depot. That is quite the place to gain inspiration to write… 

 I hope that some of you who relate to the self-portrait or the poem, have found a way to be happy and live meaningful live on this planet. 

I was invited to a conference. I knew there were people there who did not want me going. I accepted the invitation. After the presentation, 3 people came up to me and said that the presentation was “life altering – in a really positive way” and one person even said that it was the highlight if the conference.

 So what do the coordinators do?  

They ask me to come back next year and in no way do anything similar in a presentation ever again. They actually requested that my wife do research and provide a minilecture as I draw. 

They don’t even want me to speak.  

This is not the first time people have stopped me from repeating a lesson, sermon, session even though it was raved about by the people in the workshop, audience, etc.  

Once a man had a wheelchair.  I think he had an accident and could not walk. In the sermon and prayers, and in handshakes, the same guy came to church the next week with only a cane. Stories of me being instrumental to that experience got discussed at a staffing meeting for the church.  I was never again to do what ever it was I did that healed the congregant. By the time I fled congregational ministry the list of restrictions (even how high I held my arms for the benediction) were so extensive, I was silenced, suffocated, and became terribly ill. I never claimed to healing this guy or the many others who came to church seeking healing but I was accused of bragging about it around town. 

It seems that the more good I do, this world increases its efforts to stop that good I do. 

Much love, S

“For once, Just Love Me!”

By Sterling Sinclair

A guy tired of persecution.
“Born into an unwelcome world

Sleeping with eyes wide shut

Words claw stapled lids

Razor blades reveal the ring

Round 10 beauties distract the pain

Judges deliberate

My gloves are always pushed down

Sweeping fluid across the mat

Raspberry syrup 

Too salty to taste

Too bitter to waste

Don’t be proud

Don’t ever try to win

My bruises burst blisters

My feet weep from pain

Bound beneath my weight

This world is just too heavy 

Too thick, Too Slow, 

To my mother I write my end note

I choose my expiration date 

The milk has gone sour

Weevils invade the flour

Rising dough falling off the shelf

Kicked across the floor

Branded by my father

Sculpted by his sole

Hoofed me in the head

Fucked me like a football

Howling Hounds 

Humping in Hell 

Oh my head 

It rings like a bell

Sunday Morning 

Friday Night

Angels 

Daemons

Societies

Secrets 

Buried in my wings

Plucked to the bone

Choked and pulled

Porked 

Between buns

Cheeks filled with nuts

Cheese paste

Unable to scream

Midnight darkness

Damp distant dreams

Sweat soaked sheets stuck

Sticky taffy 

Too tough to touch

Too long

Tongue depressors gag me

Gosh this place is heavy

It wanders off coarse

Cursing the blessed

Preying upon the blessers

Feed at the trough

A buffet of lies 

A cornucopia of pain

Oh it must have hurt once I had teeth to bight

Heads have holes

Keep your head out of mine

The whole thing is a confused fuck-show

Full monte mooning actors

Melting on the stage

Just love me

Just love me

I try to love 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


Oracle Sterling (Psychic Sterling Sinclair) Auracature and Channeled Message, “The Window Has Opened,” October 10, 2014

Oracle Sterling

(Psychic Sterling Sinclair)

Auracature and Channeled Message,

“The Window Has Opened,”

October 10, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Bellevillehope window afterlife 2014

 

“Windows open – doors long ago shut.

Why stir the pot when you’re stuck in a rut?

A system of songs play with the light.

Harmonious discord

Brighter than bright.

We live within you.

You hear us at night.

We give your dreams wings,

It’s us…  We give flight.

Hum like bees upon violin strings.

Hear golden bells, they sing when He sings.

A blackness more black than darkness is dark.

Frightening paths pass,

Hard times you’ll surpass.

We call from inside.

To a home in the vapour,

Your home we prepare provide.

The Kingdom – The Kingdom

No Kingdoms collide.

Life comes as “New,” not new as “renew.”

Do what you can, do what you must

Be careful of false pride

It’s you who you trust.

We stand beside you

You see us at night

We fight the Good fight,

You confuse and you fright.

Slow down and take time,

For music is rhyme.

You write your own score,

We play at your core.

Look up, but not up.

Look up to inside.

You must take notice:

Up is not down and down is not up.

Up is beside – beside is through up.

Your linear path…

Tunnel visioned by most.

Don’t wait to see – don’t see as a ghost.

You feel us.

You sense us.

You want to believe.

We are the aces you keep up your sleeve.

The scent of the fall,

You’ll smell no more.

Enjoy the fall leaves,

Your nature’s no bore.

We come for you darlings.

Reach out to our hands.

The waters run clean,

There’s gold as our sands.

We whisper today,

“You are our delight.”

Our windows have opened,

There’s Hope in the light.”

 

L, OS


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, Auracature and Channeled Message, “Man Together,” Getting Back on Our Path, October 6, 2014

Psychic Sterling Sinclair

Auracature and Channeled Message

“Man Together,” Getting Back on Our Path

October 6, 2014

This morning, the channels flood in.  This one wrote itself upon the page before the corresponding Auracature “Man Together” was recorded.

Psychic Sterling Sinclair Life Coach Medium Counselling Auracature Art  Madoc Tweed Belleville Man men Together 2014

How does this passage speak to you?

“The skies crush open the mountains in the East.  He who walks past his path pushes pathetic plows of pontification.

Where are the men who stand up for other men?

When did brotherhood get lost deep beneath the warrior medals in grandfather’s trunk?

To hold a man’s hand, whether he be boy or better man, holds promise of violent brutalities’ demise.

A blurred mirror caked with yesterday’s shaving cream and this morning’s toothpaste splatter clogs the vision of the sincerity…

Man struggling to hold man.

I wash my hands upon His fountain, for only the purified heat of his hydrant of healing shall my food reach my mouth mischievously mistaken.

Mere moth wings mumble upon His mother’s breast.

Suckle life that grows lush deep at the base of the eastern mountains.

You will never reach the top, My men, if My offerings are not consumed.

Turn around if you missed your path and the hill has become too steep to climb.

The sign posts have changed but the path remains the same.

Turn around.

Rest in My tea and wrap within my jungle.

Experience your quivering thighs and when your hands begin to shake, get up and walk again.

Remember, a circle walked produces an East that soon becomes a West.

Chin up my dear friends.

Your tomorrow awaits.”

 

Love and Blessings,

O S

(Oracle Sterling, Nee: Psychic Sterling Sinclair)