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Self-Acceptance & Self-Development are the 1st Fatalities of Wanna-Be Syndrome – Sterling Sinclair can Help you Find Your ME


Self-Acceptance & Self-Development are the 1st Fatalities of Wanna-Be Syndrome.

Be You – without Guilt – without Regret.

When I am me – I am accused of being a show off egotist. When I am not me – the same people accuse me of giving up. Some of us are naturally bigger than life. Some of us have been beaten down till our “Me” begins to believe that being “Anyone Else” is better. When I was suicidal, I remember thinking: 1/ I need to remove me from this world so that others would be happy because me being me was hurting and angering people; 2/ I could never achieve being anyone else but me and being me was worthless. Yet when I would tell people about being suicidal, I was accused of being selfish and only thinking of me.

I worked extremely hard to escape those thoughts – those prison bars of self-doubt that my closest loved ones built up around me. I was born into a reality whereby being me was a failure and not being me was a failure. A NO Win Situation. Both of my brothers were born into the same sort of reality. One brother was killed as he tried to be something other than him – my other brother has been a life-time (so far – I pray it will stop) reoffender and addict. I survived and got help – many years of help.

No longer do I wanna-be anyone else but me! “Me” is the only me I can ever truly be. It was this life cliff that I had to scale before my power began finding its voice.

I have been so fortunate to find my “Me,” I’d like to help you find yours too. Self-Acceptance and Self-Development are crucial if we want to grow, move forward and fully celebrate or gifts. For over 10 years, I have been helping clients find and/or embrace their “Me(s).” I am thrilled to be once again offering such services.

It is time to live. It is time to be – our own ME.

I love you, S


Refined Automatic Writing at Edgar Cayce Conference by Psychic Sterling Sinclair using the The Psychic Auracature Process


Link to the YouTube film featuring the channel being recorded

Edgar Cayce Conference Closing Channel of Peace by Psychic Sterling Sinclair 2017

On this weekend or next weekend, the Montreal Chapter gathered together for several years. I heard that the 2019 conference was postponed. It was a beautiful feeling. I repost this video in honour of this marvellous gathering.

In 2017, I was invited to illustrate the Psychic Auracature Process as a closing exercise. Before drawing, I asked the participants to choose what it should focus on. They chose: World Peace. That is not on this video but you can hear the delighted gasps when I cut my Oracle deck and flip the energy card to begin the drawing / recording.

This is an amazing channel. The drawing hones and accesses the automatic writing around the page. This is called the Psychic Auracature Process that was created by Sterling Sinclair between the years 2007 & 2008. It allows the “scribble” movement of automatic writing be recorded in the central image and the words appear separately. They naturally write in a circular spiral.

Watch closely, as “God,” and a host of Angels change my voice, posture and body movements. You will notice mid way through that I am writing, but in another dimension. During this time, the entire participants (about 30) do not make a sound. You could hear a pin drop.

So cool.

I love you, S


Alien’s say Not to Be Afraid as Psychic Sterling Sinclair Reading and Universal Channel Reveals an Awakening over Stonehenge and Foretells the Collapse of Political Dynasties. But what does the big “7” mean? What does this say to you?


This is the link to the session video.

I have been filmed and audio recorded a lot of times over the years. I never really saw the value in do so – but that was before I started watching and listening to my information gathering and generating sessions.

In this session, I begin my drumming to condition the space and ready me to receive and be part of Universal Truths.

Sterling Sinclair Drumming

So I call upon 2 of my guides. These two exist before creation or during creation. The are helpful navigating unfamiliar Universal dimensions.

Just as the session begins, my hand, through a form of automatic writing, begins to write an alien language and then it switches to another language that I could not translate.

In the video, you can hear me saying that Pleiadians could read it.

Alternate languages are fairy common through this process. But often, I can hear the meanings. This session was different in that multiple directions diverged and then regained focus.

The following image more closely resembles automatic writing. But why write, “Colour?” I am still unsure. Sometimes, other sessions will fill in the blanks. If not, we wait it out as time reveals the mystery.

Another mysterious element of this channel was the red planet reference. You can see my hand write it, but at the end of the video, I read the words on the page and do not even reference the red planet. It was as though it wasn’t even written on the page. I had no idea that I did not see it and read it back until I watched back the video.

Then we watch me writing, but not on the paper. The movements are in this reality and the recording is being written in another reality / dimension.

In the above pic, I am writing below the line “unrest, agitation.” At this point, it seems that I have written at least 5 words already.

Then we watch the hand writing change and then change again – not in my handwriting. I was amazed at how the marker pressure changed from heavy to light.

And then my hand writes backward/reversed letters and words. Something similar happens during medium sessions – the dead write messages that can be read in mirrors or through the back of a page. It is like the dead are communicating from behind a mirror or through a mirror reality.

Very classic examples of this mirror writing appeared through the 9/11 reading I did last week.

Psychic Sterling Draws a 9/11 Auracature of Healing and 3+ People who Died Wrote Small Messages Through his Hand. Sept 11, 2019. The Recording is on YouTube.

But the handwriting in this post’s video is different. Take a look:

The message continues, “Stay Grounded,” then refers to flying. The strange thing is, I saw flying ships – sort of like airplanes but almost dirigible. Very strange to me because in the video, I mention it meaning more-so keeping your feet on the ground.

What still bothers me is that big number “7” because it left me feeling as the “7” being related to “grounded” segment. The “7” came as a forecast and it remains visible till it forms the base of a Trojan-esque angel helmet. I guess, time will tell.

The drumming and chantings repeated and if you listen carefully, my voice shifts into a bitonal choral sounding and I speak other languages. During this whole time, I could hear low tonal vibrations emanating from the piano.

The session draws to a close and Stonehenge is made noticeable with a “moon” rising/setting over it.

The message further explained sound frequencies, radio frequencies, and “Political Dynasties Fall.”

This session was of an extraordinary sort for a person’s reading but fairy common for an astral energy reading integrating ancient sounds.

I pray that Love will resoundingly be triumphant. This is me at the end of the session. I was pretty exhausted after such a session. But I still knew that Love would have the last words.

I love you! Sterling Sinclair


Sept 14, 2019 Harvest Moon Breaks a Week of Physical Agony. Psychic Sterling Sinclair Celebrates a Good Day: Finally.


YouTube post of Sterling Celebrating the Full Moon

That week was brutal for empaths. Oh my goodness. Aches, pains, spinal tension, tiredness, nausea, and an inner anxiety-like shivering quiver – but worse.

YouTube link to the First Disturbance – Seemed Like Disease or Some Impending Disaster

Then when I thought it was over, the headaches and migraines and burning joint pain, oh my.

YouTube Short Update. Sterling is giddy from the pain.

So I had enough of it. So many explanations. I think all that I heard were true – to some degree – well except for the Whitehouse and the Trump Administration causing Universal energy distress – hence causing my physical manifestations. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t discount anything – and that one I did. Why? Some Trump Opponents and Trump Haters have come to give the President of the United States far too much Credit. Psychic after Psychic after Tarot Reading Psychic all hatefully bitching and moaning about Trump to the point of never seeing beyond their convinced perception that he has become or is bigger than our Creator(s) and the Universe itself. I have not read or heard it yet, but I am certain, somebody believes that he is the personified manifestation of a black hole sent to swallow the earth and all reference to earth ever existing. I am not one of them. I don’t hate Trump. I don’t know him well enough to hate him. I’m not even sure if I hate anyone. AND, I am Canadian. He doesn’t represent me or my Country.

A couple years ago, I made a controversial Facebook post it said:

When I thought that I had a break in the pain, I posted another YouTube video addressing the Whitehouse the other day:

Sterling Sinclair Punch Drunk from the Day’s Energies and Happenings

As you can see, almost nobody watched it. LOL.

I thought that the Irish Rovers was a good Pick Me Up tune:

YouTube: Irish Rovers Wasn’t That a Party

But that did not attract a favourable response. I thought it was a fun distraction. I guess I was wrong. LOL.

So I decided to flex some Psychic muscle: I wonder if all the newly publicized psychic stars named “Sterling” would do what I did. Maybe, just maybe, they are smarter than me and new better than to do a reading like this:

Psychic Sterling Sinclair’s Reading: Inter-Dimensional Energy Weaving

Seemingly, for the first time in 3 weeks – YouTube comments almost dead. A thank you and an instruction to ground myself. No conversation. Not a mention of what went down or what people watched or even how they felt. Nothing. Was it too far out? Was it to bizarre? I have no idea.

Then, I had people write me the day after and today saying that they too could hear the vibrations that I mention in the “reading.” They mentioned that they were witnessing a positive frequency correction related to my session.

Then today, I got my new reading table, high energy green plants and my new Sterling Sinclair phone number set up. It was a good day. The First one in a week.

But for some other people, I heard that they found this Full Harvest Moon Energy making them loopy and kind of stoned.

I know I can’t sleep and it is almost 3:00 am. I guess that is why I am writing this post.

But I got my new studio entrance / kitchen 8′ long concrete planter planted:

YouTube video of the planter but high energy blur.

After we got the plants into their new homes – and before I videoed the Full Moon video that opened this post, my dear friend Anita posted this singing crystal bowl music that she recorded under this Full Moon.

I wanted to close off this post with the link to her piece. I sang along with it. You might too:

I hope this link takes you to her YouTube Recording. It is beautiful.

With much love and many blessings, 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

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“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