Meditations on Club Q

My wife Elizabeth and I had already made reservations at our favorite hotel in Santa Fe for an intimate Thanksgiving, also our 7th anniversary as a couple, when tragic news of the Club Q shooting reached us. It was the second mass shooting that week.

Since we’d be passing Colorado Springs on our way to Santa Fe we decided to make a stop to pay our respects to Club Q’s fallen. As we left the freeway and headed up Colorado Springs’ main drag, Academy Boulevard, experiencing what has to be one of the largest run of fast food joints and strip malls in ‘Merica, I said to Elizabeth we had to be prepared for possibility of a drive-by shooter. Elizabeth agreed we should not be deterred by fear.

Soon we spotted the temporary roadside memorial that has appeared in front of the strip mall that Q is part of on its backside. After circling the block for parking we pulled into the neighboring Walgreen’s lot. Walking the 100 years to the tragic site we joined about 30 people gathered in the little slice of road space delineated by a concrete barricade. On this day before Thanksgiving sadness hung in the air like nothing we’ve ever experienced but it was balanced by a deep feeling of so much love and respect for the five young LGBTQ people whose lives were cut short by hate and gun violence.

As someone who has reached his seventies and loved life, the good with the bad, I wept at the thought of these young people’s lives snuffed out by an angry stranger drunk on MAGA lies of Q of another and far dark sort. All for what? Trump?

Despite an angry white driver revving his grotesquely oversized white Ford pickup truck noisy motor as he waited at the light in protest to the show of love for the Q fallen, I said a meditation that humanity find a way out of all this maze of unbridled hate for anyone not conforming to outmoded religious prejudices that have lost their way in modern times.

I found Elizabeth talking in the crowd to a middle aged man and a woman from the Billy Graham institute. They seemed both out of place in their mission to spread the “good word”. Despite my reservations, I hugged them as a confirmation to my meditation and Elizabeth and I continued onto Santa Fe for our Thanksgiving. A Thanksgiving the fallen in the Club Q mass shooting were tragically deprived of.

All this fresh sorrow over the Club Q mass shooting took place less thanone year after a horrific Denver mass shooting took away a family friend. Alicia was head of Denver group called Sol Tribe. She operated a tatoo parlor just one-small-storefront-away her dear friend and business neighbor of my wife’s niece, Erika Righter. Alicia was one of four people killed by another rabid White Supremacist in a case that also garnered national media attention without a change to gun laws.

Here’s Erika’s recent op-ed in Westword where she discusses why we have to be much more careful to whom we donate money to after mass shootings and other tragedy’s if we want our contributions to reach the victims and the extended circle of traumatized survivors.

Jim Carrey, Moby and Millions More Give Musk’s Twitter The Bird

Fed up with billionaire Musk’s racist hate fueled incarnation of Twitter, famed comic Jim Carrey, despite a following of millions of fans, quit the failing site November 30th. This was just two days after yours truly felt the need to walk away from 13 years of tweeting for the same exact reasons.

I mean, Musk Tweeted yesterday that he has vital info about Hunter Biden’s laptop? Seriously? I am far more interested Ivanka and Jared’s billions they made under Trump’s 4 year reign of stupidity. A reign he posted on “Truth” Social and rewteeted on Twitter yesterday that he wants to reinstate by disbanding the US Constitution!

Spare yourself, dear reader. Follow Jim Carrey’s lead and give Musk’s Twitter the bird. If you are like me you will find it easier to distance yourself from the hate on Twitter by hearing our media restate Musk’s disinfo nonsense with some editorial by the news announcer rather than getting it raw, which is far more triggering. Take my word for it, you will miss nothing without doom scrolling on Twitter except higher blood pressure.

Animator Jimmy Hayward, in collaboration with Jim Carry’s artwork of a wild Scottish lighthouse keeper, have truly made a powerful quantum intentional tool here as Carrey’s Scot calls on the angels to bring light to the darkness of Twitter.

FYI, fans of our blog have met my wild Scottish hero Angus McPherson, a time traveling Scot from the future here to help bring about a cooler tomorrow. This for me is confirmation Jim Carrey is a spirit brother who I hope to meet and meditate with some day.

Millions of people and hundred of advertisers are also giving Twitter the bird as Musk allows banded accounts from the likes of Kanye West and Donald Trump back on the site. Here is mega musical artist’s Moby’s last tweet.

Join Jim Carrey, Moby, millions of ordinary people like meand advertisers leaving Twitter in order to speed Musk’s hate-soaked version of Twitter to its 404-demise and #GiveTwitterTheBird

Giving Musk’s Twitter The Bird

Twitter was already a cesspool even before Musk overpaid $44 billion for it and took control as the Chief Twit on October 27th. But with a rapid succession of what can only be described as either sabotage of the biggest political social platform on earth or downright stupidity, and I fear the former, Musk has nearly bankrupted Twitter in less than 30 days. All made the worse by firing half of his staff, mostly women in the purge.

Hey Elon, Hate is not a commodity! It’s a time bomb! Wake up and get a new CEO and back away from the vehicle!

But unwilling to wait for such a miracle, as a Thanksgiving gift to myself, this Twitter addict officially gave Musk’s Twitter the bird and deactivated his account. The bright spot in all this, besides starting to kick a Twitter habit taking up far too much of my time and creativity, is that Musk has completed the job for us all, started by billionaire buffoon Trump, of demonstrating that ego maniac billionaires must be reigned in to put an end this modern-day gilded age.

Many people with followings far greater than my humble 8,040 and over 10 million impressions of my Tweets, garnered thanks to some viral short videos, have left Twitter too. I’m also in the company of 50% of Twitter advertisers who have left Musk’s growing ever more unsafe and chaotic Twitter universe for greener pastures. I even made a hashtag for the occasion I invite you to share #GiveTwitterTheBird.

I utilized Twitter from 2009-2022, but I really got hooked in 2015 when using Tweets to join the fight to put the brakes on Trump’s 2016 run for president. All the while my Twitter mission was to bring some perspective to fellow voters that there is a middle road between the overly bureaucratic ways of the Democrats and the “look Ma no government” approach of the Republicans.

In the end, unwittingly subject to sneaky Russian disinformation, I voted for neither Hillary or the Donald. So even this politics junkie, who produced and directed a 2000 PBS special called A KID’S VIEW OF THE US, that aired as the lead into the presidential debate, and which garnered raves from The New York Times, Educational Magazine and Reuters and who again took to the road to in 2008 for KIDS TALK POLITICS to cover Obama’s win over McCain, to produce a hit web series with over 11 million views on YouTube, was effectively neutralized as a 2016 voter.

After Trump won I naively hoped, thanks again to shitload of Russian bot fueled disinformation fostered by the GOP and a billionaire owned complicit media, which America was as yet not fully conscious of as yet, that Trump would rise to the occasion of the office the POTUS. And so I traveled from sunny Sedona Arizona with my beautiful wife Elizabeth to the gloomy Trump DC inauguration. My mission was to film a series of meditations visualizing a term that would somehow Trump would miraculously, I had no delusions about Trump’s inept brand of pettiness, serve the planet’s best interests, even if unintentionally. Yeah, we dream big at CoolestMeditationEver.com, Antarctica big But before my producing partner wife and I even packed up our cameras to exit DC, Trump showed us with his rolling over the Standing Rock tribe with DPAL, what incredible optimists we were for getting sucked into covering the start of the launch of Trump’s “American Carnage” shit show.

That’s my love Elizabeth in the penguin hat

Thankfully, my wife and I had also come to DC to cover the very first Women’s Day March. We saw firsthand that the crowds of passionate bright women, and the men who loved them, protesting Trump’s election far outnumbered the angry Trump inauguration crowds of the day before. Yeah. You heard me, Sean Spicer.

Within the course of his first catastrophic year in office Trump’s constant pressure on the desperate for power MAGA/GOP evolved it from a party I once loved as an independent choice into an openly racist, anti-vote, anti-abortion, pro-gun, anti-LGBTQ, sausage-fest nightmare.

Flash forward to 2018 and despite the growing toxicity of Twitter, and I decide to do penance for my 2016 gullibility. As Covid ravaged the country in 2020, under Trump’s disgusting ruler-ship, I used my Twitter following to promote a dark science fiction comedy about a Trump from a parallel universe handling Covid even worse than our own Trump on this meditation blog. But the tales are so dark I’ve moved it to it’s own web page TrumpsFeverDream.com. It has 12 work in progress chapters, seven reposted so far, complete with a scratch score voiced by my talented wife and I who play all the parts. Check it out some time.

I was for Bernie as the 2020 elections got into full swing, but I stuck with Biden when he got the Blue nod. Soon I went all in for Joe’s kinder and more honest (for a politician) approach than Trump’s patented brand of rage. And so I became nearly a full time Democracy fighter on Twitter, offering up quality videos and memes for Tweeps to share as my donation to the cause for preserving democracy!

Soon after Joe won I was one of warning voices, along with my wife Elizabeth a vet 17 years, that Trump was inciting MAGA to violence on January 6th. And sure enough, when the sad day arrived, we watched in horror as our capitol was ransacked by White Supremacists, emboldened by Trump’s lies of a stolen election.

When the dust settled Twitter served a valuable purpose of banning Trump for his insurrection and spreading lies. The Trump Twitter ban showed him mortal and broke a lot of the spirit of the racists who had debased the capitol. So it’s beyond disgusting Musk has undone this ban on Trump in the false name of free speech.

Post J6 has been, and still is, a precarious time while democracy hangs in the balance. Sadly, 2021 was not a time I could walk away from Twitter. Nor is today. But it feels safe enough to shop for a new place to fight. I am exploring Mastodon and Tribel and leaning more towards just sticking to my own platforms. My handle on twitter the last year was KeepItTogetherAmerica and I have reserved that URL. Fact is, I feel so burned by all the time I put into Twitter only to have Musk pig it up so I am reluctant to invest time into any pages except my own.

But I will always be glad I was on Twitter since 2009. There, in addition to my own posts and my wife’s we joyously shared truth from great accounts like Rachel, Don Winslow, The Lincoln Project, Jo, Defiant Dad and more, spreading the word that the vote was not stolen, that masking saves lives, that supporting Ukraine is our noble task as Americans, to name but a few.

Later we shared the posts admiring the competent handling of the Covid plague that Joe was implementing through vaccines, free to all Americans. What a change from Trump who seemed to relish in the fact the virus killed more Black people than whites. And all the while I was making great video content and memes for Twitter fighters for democracy to share. This vital work carried me right through the 2022 mid-terms where I was thrilled to see my predictions of red drizzle come true. Here’s some of my favorite videos I created just for my Twitter fans below.

Critical to keeping me motivated for Twitter work, which reached 6 to 10 hours a day at its peek, was the passion to keep democracy alive for my grand-kids. My Twitter following was modest but potent. Boebert is the most recent confirmation that a little influence can go a long way after she only won another painful 2 years in Congress by a little over 500 votes. Frisch came so close that it us my hope is she’s done after 2024.

But all this Tweeting was creating 12-15 hour work days to create and spread content and still do my marketing work to earn a living. So reaching the tender age 70 this fall I was thinking of quitting time consuming toxic Twitter when Musk snapped it up with suspicious Saudi backing. In less than a month Musk’s ego tripping Right wing mismanagement and his intentional reduction of safety standards sent me packing. I’d almost be grateful but I miss the many friends I made on Twitter.

Trump has yet to tweet again as it’s a conflict with his failing Truth Social platform, but Musk is behaving as Trump’s surrogate, dragging decent, and not so decent people of the Right, deeper down the rabbit hole into becoming puppets of hate. It’s like J6 all over again and we’ve lost a valuable tool for democracy in the Musk hostile takeover.

Good news, a week into quitting Musk’s hate fest and I do not miss Twitter much more than kicking my sugary Coca-Cola addiction back in the 80s. But, LOL, did you know sugar is as addictive as heroin? Yep. I am missing Twitter’s buzz if I am honest. Rubbing shoulders with politicos and celebs is intoxicating.

Musk made a bad situation worse letting Trump, Ye and Greene back on Twitter. He did this perhaps because he thinks, as it certainly has been in past, hate can be a profit center. But my hope is Twitter’s karma lesson for Musk – one he’ll likely never learn as he’s a fish in adrift in an ocean hate flowing from the South African apartheid childhood teachings of an abusive billionaire father – will be that he learns to the tune of losing $44 billion that hate only sells when it’s not the obvious profit point. Hateful racist magicians like Musk cannot show their tricks and last very long.

Looking back on the whole fiasco, the more toxic time passed on Twitter the less I felt like a person in the middle as the right moved to Nazi levels of insanity. I am a proud independent but Twitter’s MAGA made me feel like a liberal when Blue became the only sane choice for 2022. But most of all I am glad I gave up Twitter for my wife Elizabeth sake, who worried for both my sanity and safety. Good news, Elizabeth says I am smiling a lot more since giving Musk’s Twitter the bird.

Who knows? Maybe Musk destroying Twitter at the behest of his Saudi partners could end up as a blessing and sign for all Americans to chill out on politics and religion. Trump used Twitter to drag Evangelicals into the quagmire of supporting swine as saints.

And so I invite you, dear reader, to join me, millions of good people and advertisers leaving Twitter in order to speed Musk’s hate-soaked version of Twitter to its 404-demise. I for one am happy to have more free time for fun with my wife doing yoga, tennis and meditation and more time for developing my many films, screenplays and my coolest meditation ever work, all meant to foster love and compassion for the left, right and center rather than Tweeting for king Musk’s wicked pleasure.

Above is the last video Tweet I made to Twitter to help Warnock crush hate puppet Walker.

August 2022 TIME MAGAZINE article that foresaw Musk’s fall from grace.

May the Best Reality Win

None us have ever witnessed a mid-term election like 2022. Our country’s future as a place of peace and freedom, one we all too often take for granted, is on the line as the GOP seeks to end the vote, women’s rights and Social Security all in one fell swoop. American society’s historic challenge is to keep it all in perspective while not being drawn into hate fostered by our mass media. A media motivated to make our politics appear even worse than they really are in a grab for bigger ratings. Simply because bigger ratings mean more jobs and, you guessed it, money.

My two cents, if you’re an independent like me, try not to be too hard on the people who are getting taken down a dark path by MAGA influences. Republicans leaders are lost. But the average MAGA person did not get lost on their own.

Desperate to hold power, GOP leaders succumbed to Trump’s lure of cheating to win at all cost. And one of those ways of cheating was, since 2015 and still is, to use Social Media to unleash all out weapons-grade psychological operations on their own people. It’s beyond cruel and unfair for the GOP to subject their base, and the rest of us withstanding the constant assault 24/7, to unbridled propaganda led by Fox. in order to enslave ordinary MAGAs as a standing civilian army. IMHO, GOP leaders should be tried as war criminals for this horrific action against MAGA and all of America.

Shaming MAGA individuals will not bring them back to the fold. The danger to us all is that unless Merrick Garland has the courage to make arrest Trump and his enablers like Cruz, Greene and the rest, is that the MAGA cult will be pushed to greater and greater levels of violent action. One only need witness last week’s attack on the Pelosi family by a MAGA follower, high on the addictive adrenaline rush of hate. The GOP leaders and Tuckers types making light of this and weaving disgusting conspiracy theories only makes the case stronger for prosecution of war crimes waged on their own people.

I get angry with MAGA sometimes, I confess. Angry they’re so easily swayed by fears of the other to hate on the rest of us. But so far they’ve yet to cross the violent like where we cannot show compassion to ordinary MAGAs when we recognize that conservative society has bred them to be malleable through poor diet, rotten media and intentionally lousy education to dumb them down.

Indeed, we have to work harder to go high when MAGAs go low, as Michelle Obama teaches. It’s not easy. Not easy by a long shot. But try love anyways because love is always stronger than hate.

Now get out and vote. And may the best reality win.

GET HELP IF YOU NEED IT

We are all warriors in these stressful times, one side or the other, right or left! Says this centrist ever pushed more left as I remain anchored in who I am while the right slithers further and further right. So let’s be frank.

Things got bad during Covid in early 2020. Super bad. The worst ever. Thousands dying everyday. Trump robbing America blind and making noises about never leaving office. People freaking out about wearing a simple mask. An insurrection. The loss of a great New Age friends who were for Trump. Well, to be honest, fellow warriors. I thought of suicide more than once. But fortunately I learned in 1991 that it’s OK to feel your feelings of sorrow as long as you don’t get carried away and take irreversible action or hurt loved ones sharing too much of your sorrow.

We all have limits and we’re all coping with a lot. America’s tough but nothing is not this tough. People are literally going nuts. I mean lingering Covid that could erupt again any fucking day, the GOP totally gone Nazi, and more and more. It’s lot to fucking handle. Tossing on too much to a loved one about your death fantasies could be the proverbial one straw too many.

You see, we’re kinda on our own, all of us Covid survivors of the right, left and center. And if we are honest none of is will truly ever be who we were before we all lost a million fellow Americans in about two years. It fucking hurts! We rage on Social media like twitter and telegram where it’s cool to cuss. But sometimes that’s not enough so I make a movie.

Any who, back to 1991 as I ramble like all Boomers do. BTW, Joe has made me proud to be a Boomer again. OK, OK, I ramble. Flashback to 1991: I lose it all in a real estate disaster that wrecks my business and destroys my marriage. The double whammy makes me think of suicide for the first time since I was teen, for reasons that are not important to this blog tonight.

And so I stood there on an icy Chicago pier starring into the freezing waters of Lake Michicago one January 1992 night, thinking of the long sleep. But instead of jumping to my doom I stiffened my back and shouted to the wind, “The old Ken dies here tonight! A new me, a me who does as he pleases, follows his artistic dreams is born! And the sorrow about my old life dies with the old me! I am a new Ken!”

Well, it worked for me. That and some good therapy. Dear reader, there’s no shame in getting help when you have too many suicidal thoughts and have fallen into depression. Catch it early. I did it in 91 and I am still in the great counseling I began during Covid. It’s been a life saver.

The number for the Suicide Hotline is 800-273-8255 if you’re not lucky enough to know a good shrink.

Take care, dear reader of the left or right. My fans left, who enjoy my centrist thinking and frankness, you’re important to me, fan or not. – Ken Sheetz, Filmmaker, writer, skyscraper builder, broker, artist, entrepreneur.

PS. I want to get this blog back on track for soothing meditation. My anger with Trump will dominate this blog no longer. All Trump Fever Dream posts are moving off this blog to TrumpsFeverDream.com by end of the year. I’d do it faster but I have to earn a living despite what rich assholes like Ron Johnson think they know what senior life is like for ordinary people. 5 chapters with audio plus up there already.

LIES OF THE PATRIARCHY

It’s good to repost this on the day our radical right wing Trump hangover, AKA SCOTUS, has overturned Roe.

Media, Meditations & Musings

It’s with great pleasure I present a post from a woman I am honored to call my wife and partner in all things. As a 14-year veteran of U.S. Army’s military intelligence and special operations, Elizabeth speaks out about the Russian and GOP psyop we are fighting with an authority seldom found on the web. She served during Operations Urgent Fury, the invasion of Panama, Just Cause, Uphold Democracy, Desert Storm and Desert Shield. Elizabeth also served three years as a Chaplain’s assistant to the National Guard during the war in Afghanistan, the War On Terror and Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Elizabeth in the Air Force

Today, Trump’s obvious lie that he knew anything about the horrific revelation about Russian bounties being placed on American soldiers in Afghanistan inspired her to share some of her hard won wisdom as a true patriot and conscious crusader. And as an attractive woman she has had to deal with…

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TIME FLIES

It’s hard to believe that 9 years ago I began fund raising a far-out Indiegogo, to make a journey all the way to Antarctica to perform 24 meditations to set intentions in the pristine energy fields of Antarctica to make a better tomorrow. The driver for me in this quantum entangled mission that I dared to imagine had ET support for (hey I said it was far-out), was to quell fears of the end of the world in 2012 that the media and many in the New Age community were spreading.

Acting as a one-man counter force to fear, I convinced enough fans of my mission of reassurance – that everything was getting overblown – that was sound enough to get me there and back. But, looking back, the project was stagnating until a scientist named Dr. Patrick Flanagan heard my pitch and became a significant backer in barter. At the time, still living and working in Hollywood, I was new to the New Age, having only researched the community for a sitcom pilot I co-wrote in 2000 called EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM SITCOMS. My partners were an established Canadian filmmaker, I was engaged to at the time, and her friend, one of the top ten line producers in Hollywood.

I did not have a clue who Dr. Flanagan was. A guy Deepak Chopra called “A Gift to Humanity.” After his backing launched the project in earnest, we met briefly in Sedona before I headed out for Argentina, the hopping off point to Antarctica. Although we were from very different worlds — me corporate real estate and mainstream Hollywood, and he from NASA, government think tanks, alternative science and a far hipper guy than me – we hit it off.

I knew so little about Dr. Flanagan, who had been off the radar for a decade or so, that I did not know his backing was a big deal. I’d only begun to learn how big when I first filmed him in Chichen Itza, at the end of the Mayan calendar. It was a heady affair and the crowd went mad when he took the stage and sang a chant.

When I returned to LA I could not get Dr. Flanagan or the crowd in Mexico’s reaction to him out of my head. So when I got back to LA I picked up the phone and pitched him the idea for a 50 video web series I called the THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. He agreed instantly over the phone and in two weeks I was on the road back to Sedona again.

Dr. Flanagan was a natural on camera, charismatic as he was informative and, best of all, he believed in the series enough to bankroll view promotion. We bought about 500K views to prime the series and I was as shocked as Patrick was when over 25 million people eventually watched the series. We were a YouTube hit. Skeptical at first, I began trying some of Patrick’s health boosting and brain boosting supplements that he was producing through his successful company PhiSciences. Stunned how much better I looked and felt using his cools tools, I eventually began selling some of the products to support my film work.

Selling to the tune of millions of dollars. His amazing work eventually drew other geniuses of alternate healing to me whose products I added to Pat’s and in 2015, when the love of my life Elizabeth England joined me in Sedona, where I stayed after falling in love with the toddling spirit town during filming of Patrick, she and I formed CooltestTechEver.com in 2018 as a spinoff of my CoolestMeditationEver.com film project that got me all the way south and back. Here’s the far-out 2012 film that Patrick and his love Stephanie made possible.

Sadly, Patrick died in 2019 in Ecuador of natural causes that the family has never shared with me. Since the gentle genius passed before Covid struck I have no idea where he would have stood on the whole issue. Even though I know Pat was anti-vax and Trump leaning, since the MRNA Moderna and Pfizer vaccines work in a whole new way they might have gotten his support. We’ll never truly know.

All I know as curators of health and wellness tools when we are not making movies, my wife and I firmly believe after our own research that masking, social distancing and vaccination are safer than the alternative. But if you made up your own mind not to be vaccinated, we respect your choice in a free society, even though we strongly disagree and are vocal about it. And we hope that the Delta variant crisis that’s sweeping across America right now – affecting 99% un-vaccinated people with crippling sickness and greater death tolls, including higher numbers kids than earlier versions of Covid – never touches you or those you love.

7 Years of Robin Williams Visitations

Seven years ago the world lost one of it greatest actors and comedians of our time when Robin Williams chose to take his own life. The devastating news came without any sort of clear warning signals. A public outcry of grief and mourning erupted across the world that had not seen since the shocking death of Princess Diana.

Last week my wife and I had coffee with Robin, at least as my writer’s brain, happening for seven years now, likes to envision his brilliant light still shinning from the afterlife. Over java I asked Robin’s spirit what he thinks of our Covid crisis and here’s what I imagine he had to say on the matter.

Hey Groovy Gals and Guys,

Holy shit. This would all be funny if it were not so damn tragic, folks. People are literally dying because politicians, my brother and sisters in the media and regular people on social media are fabricating stories. All in a feeble effort to make them seem more important than they actually are with more clicks and eyes. In the end this toxic BS is simply to sell everything from donations to snake oil cure to tennis shoes to precious metals to crypt o-currencies.

Worst part is it done by appealing to the worst in human nature; a crusty old white man who lives in fear in our noggins. It’s gross gross negligence to plant fear in people’s hearts on a money-making scale never seen or felt before.

Now, I am sure many of you who were fans of my movies did not like every damn thing I acted in. You only watched the ones you liked, right? GOODWILL HUNTING over MAN OF THE YEAR (MOTY) let’s say. MOTY being one of my films that should have worked that didn’t. In fact, if you judged my career based on MOTY you mot not be here.

Treat all the Tuckers, Johnsons, Bezoses, Hannitys the same way. You are the master of your own story-verese. You pick and choose your reality. Take a pinch of reality from the blue and a spritz from the red. Stay balanced in a unbalanced AF world.

Time to stop listening the BS artists. Truth is love. Be smart. Get vaccinated.

Love, Robin

King of the Star Fish Nation

Robin’s kidding about the king thing But I do still see my vision of Robin — likely just a part of my beautiful imagination as I can’t bare he left us so soon — is reincarnated as a starfish. The starfish nation is a a nueral network for the planet Robin has explained to me.

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The Robin Williams Visitations – King of the Starfish People

Hey! Exciting news. After following a story I was channeling, either from my imagination or the spirit world of speaking, of to Robin Williams’ on a pretty regular basis, starting shortly after his death in 2014. But our visits abruptly ended in 2019. The good news here in 2021: He’s back!

Robin first appeared to me a few weeks after his tragic death, in a hilarious way. One morning as I turned on my side… there he was inches from my face on the pillow beside me, batting his eyes like in his character in BIRDCAGE. And Robin said, “Howdy, Ken!” I never laughed so hard in my life. Laughter mixed with tears of reunion, At least that’s how I remember it this time. Psst. Time is fluid.

Sounds nuts, but Einstein believed “time is an illusion”. Something he believed the mind creates to help us conceptualize the vast ocean of space. So based on what Albert said maybe time is where spirit (us) and science (space) meet. Because we are space, a part of the universe. A pixel if you will, badly in need of reunion.

But I digress. Robin’s spirit visited me frequently for years. I followed his transformation to a blue whale, then as a killer shark, then as a dolphin and finally to a starfish. All his joyous reincarnations used ocean life to bring his frequency of joy to a world that missed him terribly. I lost connection with his spirit when he became a starfish in 2019. And, yeah, I don’t care if this all my imagination or not. Why? Because thinking it might be real makes me happy. Duh. It’s the not knowing that’s cool, motherfuckers! We used to a call it fucking mystery before America lost it’s damn mind!

Ah, those last two sentences are Robin’s spirit coming through. Let’s connect.

Ken: You’re coming in loud and clear, Robin.

Robin: That’s a big 10/4, Sheetzie. And I wish to thank Billy the Squid for acting as conduit for tonight’s chat. Shit man, clueless that when I became a starfish it would be like doing fucking taxes talking to reach your fat ass! Wow, you put on some covid weight, bro.

Billy the Squid: Focus, your majesty. I only got 8 tentacles here!

Robin: Ken, meet Billy the Squid. His real name I shit you not. He only agreed to be our conduit if he could coach me on the call.

Ken: Nice to meet you, Billy. You’re the first squid I’ve had the pleasure to meet. How long have you been a connector to the star fish network?

Robin: Guys, I’m sorry as shit but I have a meeting on Saturn in 30.

Billy the Starfish: My bad. I promised to only observe.

Robin: Sorry I lost touch, Ken and fans. But I’m baaaack! And guess what?

Ken: What?

Robin: I am king of the starfish people!

Ken: That’s awesome, Robin.

Robin: I know! I know! The sex is incredible. At least, I think it’s sex. This five pointed body and decentralized brain is bummer at times.

Ken: Besides the sex, what else is great about being… Oh, Elizabeth is here. She wants to ask you a question.

Elizabeth: Oh. I don’t have one, Ken. No. I just walked in to put my computer to bed for the day. It’s nice you are back, Robin. Please have coffee with us tomorrow at your favorite haunt, The Coffee Pot.

Robin: Oh, yes! But Billy can you, help me out again tomorrow?

Billy the Squid: Of course, Robin. You’re king. You don’t need to ask. Command!

Robin: Billy, I command you to be my connector for breakfast in Sedona with Ken and Elizabeth tomorrow so that I make partake of my favorite coffee in the state of Arizona.

Billy the Squid: Sorry. No can do.

Robin: Oh.

Billy the Squid: Ah, just fucking with you! Your majesty’s wish is my command!

Ken: Great. Elizabeth’s in the sauna. I’ll let her know when we’re done with the blog tonight. Typos and all.

Robin: Beautiful Elizabeth is getting naked in the sauna and you want to talk to me? I’d say I’m touched, Ken but, what in hell’s going on here?

Ken: Covid’s been tough on America’s sex life. I’m no exception. But I’m lucky to be alive after the Trump shit show.

Robin: It’s all the starfish nation could do to navigate humanity back onto the right timeline away from Trumptopia.

Ken: Thanks for that, man. Let all the starfish know. But I got a bone to pick with you. Last time I heard from you was via your crazy starfish answering machine message (10/21/19).

Robin: Gotta admit I’d not done my research on starfish. Not having a brain… Well, it made it kinda tough to get in touch.

Ken: Chill. I got to experience your sudden departure from my life a third time. I’m getting good at it. Tell you what, Robin. Tired. Or maybe this is sudden to be back in touch so vividly. I see you’re on the same Hawaiian coral reed I last had visuals on. Cool.

Robin: Oh, bro. So sorry. Let’s grab the coffee tomorrow. Rest. Snuggle.

Billy the Squid: You’re wife Elizabeth is amazing. Beauty.

Ken: As one psychic put it a blessing for my work in Antarctica.

Billy the Squid. Been an honor to meet the one and only Ken Sheetz.

Robin: See you and the bride – congrats on that — in the morning. I like it with cream and sugar.

Ken: I haven’t forgotten. Tomorrow then. So excited to have connection again. Thanks, Billy…. Wait a fucking minute.

Robin: Billy’s a special squid.

Ken: Dad?

Billy the Squid: I was. Hi, son.

Ken: Ah, Dad. Hi. See you guys at breakfast tomorrow. Lots to process.

The next morning it was freakishly cold for Sedona in May and so we had Sunday coffee at our house with Robin and Billy the Squid, who shockingly was my father in his past life. The connection was good but not as strong as the night before. W spoke on a number of topics. Here are a few highlights from the 30 minute coffee with Robin Williams visitation.

Ken & Elizabeth: Morning, Robin. Thanks for the connection, Billy.

Robin & Billy the Squid: Morning.

Ken: How’s the coffee?

Robin: Healthier than the Coffee Pot java, but I hope we can do this again soon there. Addicted to their brew.

Billy the Squid: Grateful. Delish.

Elizabeth smiles. She’s not quite awake, I can tell. But she plays along in the beautiful way she loves to. But I can tell she’s wary of my father spirit, who was as unpredictably abusive as he was loving in life.

Ken: So, Billy. Do you remember much of your human life as my father?

Billy the Squid: Less and less each day. But yep. I hope you’re focusing on the good times we had. My teaching you to draw, fishing, tickles. The good stuff.

Ken: I try to. Still lots to process on the dark side. Dropping with a lot of your racism you managed to drum into me.

Robin: Karma’s a bitch. Billy’s a black squid from the coral reef projects now. Yo!

Ken: What else is new in the after world?

Robin: You can stop worrying about Trump and his GOP 24/7. The starfish planetary matrix is on the job. You’re not out of the woods yet, but lots of progress. You’ll love how it all turns out.

Ken: Sure doesn’t look that way, but thanks for freeing up some of my mental drive space. Wow. This is great rye toast. Is this made in Sedona, hon?

Elizabeth: I don’t know. — So Robin, you chose Billy for the direct connect didn’t you?

Robin: Bingo!

Ken: So weird to see you as a squid, Dad. You’re a little guy.

Billy is silent. Elizabeth squirts herself in the face eating her grapefruit and yelps.

Ken: Any questions for Robin or Billy?

Elizabeth: How do you like it out there in the sea?

Robin: I’m king of the starfish. As a comic pal once said, things get fuzzy without a brain, “It’s good to be king.”

Elizabeth: You make that title up, Robin?

Robin: Ha ha. Not to brag but I am the first human to join the starfish nation to retain some of my human consciousness. Guess that’s why they made me king.

Elizabeth: Do you have a government?

Billy the Squid: We don’t need one.

Elizabeth: Why not?

Robin: No property. No boundaries but the earth itself.

Ken: Cool.

Elizabeth: How’d you find Billy, Robin?

Robin: I sent out an SOS. Billy swam a couple hundred miles to reach me.

Elizabeth: Billy, how do you like seeing your son Ken?

Billy the Squid: He’s aged a lot in 10 years.

Ken: Hey! And it’s eleven years. This last year in covid has been hard.

Elizabeth: Billy, have you seen any other family?

Billy the Squid: Ken’s the first as the firstborn. Your mom Alice is over here, Elizabeth. She’s a seahorse.

Elizabeth: Wow! Who else is with Alice?

Robin: Your brother. Also a Bill. He’s sea tortoise now.

Elizabeth: Cool one. How’d he get so lucky?

Robin: Your Billy was always lucky.

Elizabeth: He was! Is my dad around? What about my granddad?

Robin: Both living life as humans again. Your granddad is the dad this time. The old switcheroo.

Billy the Squid: I can find your dad in this life if you like. Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: Really? I’d love that.

Billy the Squid: On it. Connector rule.

Ken: We found our dog from a past life, Runs with eagles, Lincoln.

Elizabeth: 600,000 people have died in America. Death toll is likely three times that. Ten million worldwide.

Robin: Things are way more crowded here in the ocean. Lot’s of welcoming of people who didn’t know they were dead. But in the scope of the planet with all the extinction there’s never been so much death. It’s not going to be the same kind of world unless we stop killing other species. Don’t be sad.

Elizabeth: What was the purpose of he pandemic?

Robin: No purpose. Just a byproduct of unhealthy living. Time to change that, people.

Ken: Been starting with myself. Was going pretty well until Covid. Ate a lot of comfort food. But I am back on the beam again. Eating better. Reverse aging again. Even started writing screenplays again.

Robin: Ken, you need an agent to navigate Hollywood. I’m going to pull some strings psychically for you.

Ken: Thanks. I’ve always been afraid to get myself out there because I’m so farout people might think I’m nuts. Like my grandma Agnes warned me.

Robin: People thought I was nuts. Fuck ’em. Focus on the people who love you, warts and all.

Elizabeth: Robin, why are people ignoring reality?

Robin: Because it sucks. Making a better world is way harder than pretend.

Elizabeth: People are dividing themselves along story lines. Chips in the vaccine. Biden cheated. Sucks.

Robin: Yes. But coffee is still wonderful.

Elizabeth: What’s your advice on getting through the next year? Two?

Robin: Follow the map is on Ken’s forehead. Head in five directions.

Ken: This scar on my head is map?

Robin: Treasure map. Overlay the starfish pattern on Ken head with a map of the world with Sedona at the center. Extend the lines until you hit something that’s cool.

Ken: Makes crazy sense. In my spirit work things manifest in 3D. Had Eagle on the back of my head to help me heal my past and now starfish map to carry me forward.

Robin: One more thing. The key to America’s survival is to find a way to love respect what’s good about the right.

Elizabeth: What’s good about them?

Ken: They love family. They’re loyal as to a fault. They’re terribly misled by Trump and his cronies.

Billy the Squid: Attract them back to the light with light.

Ken: Easier said than done. But thanks.

Billy the Squid: Elizabeth, some of your dad and grandad are reincarnated on the east coast. Cape Cod to be exact. I’ll keep tuning in on them.

Robin: Getting tired, guys. One last question?

Elizabeth: Nothing top of my mind, your majesty.

Robin: Exactly. Nothingness is what humanity needs more of with their busy minds.

We all laugh.

Robin: Peace out you two. Nanu, nanu.

Billy the Squid: Bye, son. Nice to connect, Elizabeth.

Ken & Elizabeth: Bye!

LIES OF THE PATRIARCHY

It’s with great pleasure I present a post from a woman I am honored to call my wife and partner in all things. As a 14-year veteran of U.S. Army’s military intelligence and special operations, Elizabeth speaks out about the Russian and GOP psyop we are fighting with an authority seldom found on the web. She served during Operations Urgent Fury, the invasion of Panama, Just Cause, Uphold Democracy, Desert Storm and Desert Shield. Elizabeth also served three years as a Chaplain’s assistant to the National Guard during the war in Afghanistan, the War On Terror and Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Elizabeth in the Air Force

Lies of the Christian Patriarchy – By Elizabeth England

When I hear all lives matter in response to black lives matter it’s like telling me all houses matter and refusing to help my black friend put out his house on fire, because he’s not white. Black lives have been attacked since wicked Christian men kidnapped their African ancestors from their homes, sailed them a thousand miles away in chains, and sold them to wicked Christian slave owners. The racists say this is a white Christian nation. Their Bible provides guidance on how to treat slaves and does not condemn slavery as an abomination. 

For centuries, white Christians have forced their religion on subjugated populations, ensuring they are under the thumbs of the powerful Christian God with slavery intact and the Bible revered by the enslaved. Imagine when famous Christian explorers like Columbus showed up to the indigenous peoples and forced acceptance of Christianity on pain of death. Or when the Catholic church used their religious schools on reservations to select human subjects for barbaric medical research. Jesus didn’t speak out against slavery. When you ask a racist white Christian what would Jesus do, well, it doesn’t include ending institutionalized ways to suppress and enslave others through legal and economic systems.  They truly believe it’s their ‘right’ to suppress and enslave others and the bible gives it the seal of approval.

That’s embedded in the system so subtlely. And if, like the ‘born-again’ Christians say, you confess Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you really don’t have to worry about sin because Jesus died on the cross to remove the ‘wages of sin,’ or death, promising you everlasting forgiveness and life in heaven (not here but after you die. Always wondered about why you have to die to experience heaven?) So ‘if’ slavery is a sin, and if you’re ‘born again,’ you still have the free pass to heaven even if you are a predator upon other human beings.

The church has become the protector of child molesters and other monumentally wicked leaders across the world. It makes me cringe when I hear my white friends say, ‘But me, I’m not racist and don’t all lives matter?’ The wicked precepts that have shaped our culture are invisible to most whites. And now with the Trump cult they have their hero who supports racism and sexism, or the ‘status quo.’ But the not so subtle system of cultural and economic enslavement isn’t there only for African Americans and immigrants. 

Most women recall when they figured out, probably as a child, that their lives would be different than boys in so many dangerous, minimizing and challenging ways. Can you imagine—mothers have been having ‘the talk’ with their daughters for thousands of years?  And mothers have looked the other way for thousands of years ‘to save lives.’ The alternative of demanding change would come with too high a price: her life. Females must be careful because they are often targets of discrimination and violence. Every woman knows she will be challenged personally with (the same primitive consciousness as racism that sees their) discrimination of women as the right of a man and in some cases this will be brutal. And don’t get me started on how our culture treats children, homeless, mentally ill and the vulnerable. So you’re going to fight for this system, the American way, that divides up the vulnerable?

The layers of discrimination begin:  white supremacist, in this shit show, you have to hold on tight to you’re only advantage: being white in a racist country. Being poor, female and white is ‘better’ than being black. Huh? And if you’re a white male, you’ve got a golden ticket. If you’re a black or brown woman, well, my heart cries for the discrimination you must survive. And then we get to children…who lose all around in this system. No wonder our streets are filled with young people who’ve figured out they really don’t want this legacy.

So let’s get real. Do you think your rights are safe in this system? No one’s rights will be safe until we protect and care for everyone. But you’ll ask, how do we pay for that?   Don’t ask me that when a couple of dozen people hoard more wealth than the other 330 million of us and we keep bailing big business out from their self-destructive and predatory practices, keep giving them the advantage of our tax laws while they do things that hurt our people, hurt the country. Maybe you’ll tell me the stock market shows the economy is great. Great for who? The banks, big pharma, stockbrokerages and insurance companies? Really? Economic layers of discrimination are embedded at every level to keep everyone in line. Our system even targets vulnerable populations. Our founders were slaveowners. Yup, the bible–racist and sexist and pro-slavery. And the nation’s founders–racist, sexist and wealthy through the labors of slaves. That’s the mindset of colonialism that we live in and that some of our politicians are clinging to. 

When I served in the military I didn’t get all this. I was so idealistic and patriotic and I joined because I wanted to ‘walk my talk’ for democracy and the ‘’American dream.’ The richness and darkness of that experience served to awaken me to racism and sexism and corporate greed. After a decade and a half in the military it was obvious we were the blood and muscle behind so much greed, suppression and senseless violence on foreign soil, on women and children, all accepted as collateral damage of our ‘pro-democracy policy.’ A big lie to cover the theft of natural resources and cultural treasures of non-white peoples. Trump is a symptom of our country’s worst nature, an abomination to the ideals that led me to love the country and take my oath to the Constitution: to defend it against enemies foreign and domestic. By his actions I see Trump as a threat to the Constitution. He’s certainly a threat to American military service members with his affinity to despots like Putin, Xi, Kim Jong-Il, Prince Mohammad bin Salman, Erdogan…

I pray to see our country working toward perfecting the union aspired to in the Constitution and rising above the inhumanity of its founders, many of whom, like Franklin and (sort of) Washington were troubled by slavery and its conflict with the un-Christian ideals of the Constitution. Thank goodness the founders stepped beyond their religious dogma and gave us universally righteous philosophies in the Constitution securing it as one of greatest documents ever written. My soul is crying for patriots and citizens to abolish racism, sexism, suppression, discrimination and economic enslavement of the people. I’m praying we are inspired in America to hold to our Constitution to create the change we need for a golden age.

Understand, there is a battle for our minds on social media. The Russian intelligence masters are experts at the ‘long game,’ and they are elated at the hyperspeed of their success in America using our fabulous creation of social media against us to speed their long-range goal of destabilizing our country. They are using psychological operations (psyops) to change the leadership of our country with weapons-grade propaganda. And they know who to target using Facebook data. Look it up. It’s a BIG part of foreign intelligence operations now. And greedy, unethical businesses (like Zuckerberg’s, Trump’s and Bezos’), politicians like McConnell, and greedy corporate lobbyists will piggy back on the manufactured chaos for their own benefit. It’s hard not to be a pawn, isn’t it?

My hope in writing this is to help others discern the psychological operations, a long-standing and secretive military specialty. Open-minded, suspicious, fearful, born-again Christian, spiritual, yoga fan, raw/organic foodies, non-GMOers, anti-vaxers, ET and disclosure, flat earthers, the list goes on of the interest groups and people targeted by psyop propaganda using social media ads. Q is a psyop that targets me and many of my friends. Trump is a useful asset to Russian intelligence, whether it’s purposeful or ignorant, controlled through money or sex or maybe just his admiration of despotism. Here’s a classic psyop method: flood the public with conflicting info to create confusion about the truth and repeat useful lies until they are accepted as truth. Sound familiar? That’s Trumps daily job. Say something outrageous, trot out your staff to deny or defend it, then deny again, claim it was a joke or some other smokescreen to ensure people will fight about what’s true and who to believe. 

I urge you to take control of the battle for your mind. Remove the blinders to racism, sexism and the psyops trying to convince you they aren’t real. Trump is the hero of white, Christian racists who value poverty, racism and sexism to maintain the status quo and their power. They take more profits than they’d need for a hundred lifetimes and leave the rest of us without even our fair share of the fruits of our labors.

The pandemic is real. Racism is real. Sexism is real. It’s time to get real and take back your mind and our country. We are blessed to have inspiring and heroic examples of fearlessness from young women in our time. The world needs the balance of strong people, especially empowered women, to bring collaboration, compassion and care to communities and nations. Let’s see all women and children raised up and cared for as precious. Let’s see children treasured and nurtured into great people. Let’s stand up for our black American brothers and sisters, end their torture and say because Black Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our first people, end their torture and say Native Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our LGBTQ brothers and sisters and say LGBTQ Lives Matter in America. Let us be judged by the content of our character, not our appearance, sex, or preferences. Let it be.