Finding Amelia Erhart

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there. – Otomo Yakamaochi

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

I was all set to do a phone interview with Shaman Isabella Stoloff last week about our amazing global 10/10/10 event, when computer troubles with my usually rock dependable MacBook Pro threw me for a loop.  So much so that I ended up missing the call time.  To make up for messing up I offered to buy the shaman from the O.C. lunch and film an interview with her in Tujunga Park near the restaurant.

Isabella suggested 11/01/10 to meet for lunch.  And then it hit me…  Another binary code date!  “Had angels messed with the computer to make this meeting date happen?” I asked Isabella.  She giggled, “I bet.”

And so we took the accidental choice of date as a powerful sign and decided to invite other DreamShield members to our little lunch and make it DreamShield’s next important meditation event.

MONUMENTS TO THE LOST

The subject, the first time I was guided to have a focus to the meditations this specific other than a gentle 2012, came to me when I made the connection that Tujunga Park, nestled along the 170 freeway in North Hollywood California, besides lost Amelia Erhart’s monument, holds a 9/11 monument for those lost on flight 11 bound for California.  The number 11 was popping up everywhere in significant ways that could not be mere coincidence.

Isabella generously agreed to co-host and we got cracking as we only had a few days to pull this event together.  But we had a lot of momentum from 10/10/10 and a great group on Facebook and in no time at all we had group of enlightened people ready help with the important 9/11 work.

Angels don’t mess around once they are on the job.  They began to feed me a constant stream of instruction and inspiration, right down to music selection.  Yeah, if you told this agnostic-grounded business man that I’d talking to angels 6 months ago I’d have laughed you out of my studio.  Not so today.  Today I happily share all this with you openly.  In fact, I have been told it is a big part of my job to give you hope, and to share the sheer joy of knowing there’s more to life than meets the eye.

PREPARATION AT THE 9/11 MONUMENT

The half mile bike ride from the modest studio I rent in North Hollywood, paid for with social media work I donate to an anti-drug charity, passes quickly.  Today is Halloween and kids in costumes scurry along the sidewalks.

DREAM INSPECTION

I shade my eyes from the late afternoon sun’s glare as I arrive at the park and start to check over the 9/11 monument site for tomorrow’s important DreamShield work.  A passenger jet roars past overhead.  I worry perhaps this site is too noisy a site for a meditation that will bring in the angels.  But then I realize that the jets above, like the jets that so many perished aboard on 9/11, are a vital part of this meditation.

Next, I am struck by the nearby presence of a giant 200 foot tall tree, located about 33 yards behind the monument and fronting the the 170 freeway.  Patting the bark of this vortex tree, I grin, satisfied that this is a perfect transmitter tree for the 11/01/10 meditation.

A triangle of three young trees sway gently in the breeze between the 9/11 monument and the vortex tree.  This I decide is where our group should stand to join hands tomorrow.  Having an architectural background is a handy skill for vision planning.

It’s then it hits me that for the vision in Italy, that first activated the DreamShield back in May of this year, the group was formed in a rectangle, on 10/10/10 the group work at Rancho De Las Palmas was formed as a circle and now, for tomorrow, the group would be formed as a triangle.

SACRED GEOMETRY AND KLEENEX

“Sacred geometry is clearly at work with the binary codes of 1s and 0s to power to these amazing meditations,” I say to myself in awe.  A blind man with his elderly mother are feeding a squirrel nearby.  When the old lady looks up and smiles at me I realize I should stop thinking out loud.

I notice a tissue, at the center of the trio of little trees and bend to pick it up, to clean the site.  But I stop myself, realizing this is maybe a sign to bring tissues for the group for the tears that might be shed.  As I look closer, I am amazed to see the used tissue is wadded up in the shape of an angel wing.  There’s the pic to the right,  A gentle breeze lifts the angel tissue to the center of the tree triangle and so I happily leave it be.  It’s meant to be here.

And, to skip ahead in this story a bit, the next morning at the 11/01/10 meditation the little tissue is still there, but soaked from dew which realize are angel tears for 9/11.

Returning to the monument on Halloween, I take a seat and pray that all the stone benches will be filled with angels tomorrow. But my prayer is interrupted when I sadly notice the bronze 9/11 monument is splattered with mud and pigeon waste.  I am told by a voice softer than a whisper that I must honor the dead by washing the monument on 11/01/10.

Gazing through my tears over the tarnished bronze list of lost Californians I see the top two names at the head of the list are David and Lynn Angell.  Now I weep in earnest, not just from sadness and amazement, but from gratitude that I was guided by higher powers to pick the right spot and date for the work of a bringing about a gentle 2012.

MEDITATION ABOUT RAGE AND OIL

Relaxing on the stone bench, I breathe deep, meditating on how screenwriting sometimes puts me in a trance-like state.  The very first screenplay I wrote a dozen years ago, put aside to be produced after the pain of 9/11 has passed, is based in large part on the shut down of the air space over North America on 9/11.  But what’s amazing having 9/11 as the date the screenplay’s story takes place is that THE DIVA, THE DRIVER, THE REAPER, THE PIPER was written three whole years before the attacks of 9/11 in 1998.

After the 9/11 attacks, this screenplay, a hilarious action/comedy, was transformed into an action/horror tale of American rage against a host of Muslim villains.  In early pre-9/11 drafts the main antagonist, simply a silly Frenchman originally, became now, in the most painful rewrite of my life that used up many boxed of tissues, an evil lost double for Saddam Hussein and eventually a vast dragon spirit.

The title changed to WHEN EVIL STRUCK.  But what I did not realize was that I was in fact the one struck by evil.  The evil of hate and fear fostered by 24/7 media coverage showing the towers falling over and over and over for days on end.

It was not until I wrote the gentle family tale SUMMER RULES some years after 9/11, a romantic comedy about a sweet family healing from 9/11, set Montana and New York  in the summer of 2002, that my fierce rage began to cool.  Watch the short film ZACK’ MACHINE that inspired the feature SUMMER RULES below.  It stars the great Ed Asner of Pixar’s UP and my beautiful dog Sophia who I gave up for adoption when I lost my car and was evicted in the Great Depression 2 before I began BuzzBroz and was still running on investor money that dried up unexpectedly.  And the hit the little film has been to 8 film festivals so far. It shows my deep empathy for the pain of 9/11.  Even though I lost no one personally there I am somehow connected.  A mystery that will be revealed to be before this 2012 work is over.

Years later, as I watched Bush 2’s invasion of Iraq on CNN Live to finish dad’s mission, I’ll admit that at first I was thrilled by the Shock and Awe campaign  But sure enough, even with Saddam eventually gone, the two wars still dragged on.

Why, I began to wonder, are we not moving on from 9/11?  Through study of the work of many bloggers and enlightened filmmakers like Michael Moore and the great political humorist of our time, Jon Stewart, came the answer… oil.  Saddam was gone but the underlying battle for an ever dwindling oil supply remained.

As I listened to the roar of the 170 freeway I realized with 100% clarity that road rage, which can transform the sweetest person on the freeway into a dangerous jackass, is in fact caused by the negative energy of tainted oil flowing from the engine itno the driver’s though the steering wheel.  Perhaps this is why I choose still ride a bike to get around rather than drive in LA when I could afford a beater.  No, I want my first car after the recovery to be an electric car.  No road rage for me ever again.

And, yes, I’ve tossed out the title for my oil wars inspired action/horror tale WHEN EVIL STRUCK.  It is the action/comedy THE DIVA, THE DRIVER, THE REAPER, THE PIPER, with some more rewriting, that I will produce after my Gentle 2012 work is done.  No time for movie making for me now.  More important to do the light work than the film work.  But somehow this is all part of the same spiritual journey as I write about in my other blog 7YearsInHollywood.

ANGELS DON’T WASTE TIME…

I finish meditating at the 9/11 monument with a prayer for success in tomorrow’s work.  And my prayer is answered instantly and the energetic angels go to work a day early…

Listening to Ennio Moriccon’s THE TRIO I am now gloriously surrounded, part of a multitude of  angels who sing along to the music.

Angels gather around the monument and off as far as I can see  into the park in a great wedge that fans out through the many churches and temples that front the park and deep into the valley.

A cluster of smaller cherub Angels hold hands in the tree triangle smile and wave to me with giggles at what must be the look on my face.

Landing, like great eagles in the branches of the vortex tree, are the seven foot tall blue celestial angels I met in Italy.

As I gape, an angel taps me on the shoulder, “No fear, Sheetzo.  Let’s get this party started.”

“Now?  But the ceremony is tomorrow,” I say with relief that this angel is so human looking compared to the blue celestial angels perched in the vortex tree.

“Relax.  We just wanna get this started for you kids.  We’ll be here for you guys tomorrow. Big time!”

“Lots to do,” a radiant female angel chimes in.

“Are you the Angells?” I ask timidly to the pair of angels.

“Look at the wings, of course we’re freaking angels!”  Both the angels laugh, it’s part of the healing of this 9/11 monument I realize. I thought this was all going to be so serious.  The kidding relaxes me.

“No. I mean are you David and Lynn Angell, top names there on the plaque,” I say pointing.

“Yeah, well, good guess. I am, or was, David Angell.  Nice meeting you, Sheetzy” he says, clasping a strong hand to my shoulder.

“And you’re, Lynn?” I say to the beautiful female angel next to David.  She answers with a giggling shake of her head so robust she has to straighten her halo after.

David explains, “This is Marta.  My, ah, Lynn, well, she’s back again.  New life, in China.  Might take another spin at the life thing myself after we finish this job.”

Before I can ask another question David holds up a hand, “Enough chit-chat, kid.  Those big guys with harps been waiting in the vortex tree before you was a twinkle.”

“Are they extra-terrestials?”

“Been here way too long to be extras.  Tick tock,” says David pointing to heavenly Rolex on his wrist.

A watch is unusual for angels, I think to myself, since I’ve been taught by famed DreamShield light-worker and famed palmist Dr. Sarah Larsen, that time is meaningless.  It is our calling them for help that brings angels to us in the present.  Maybe I am hallucinating all this I worry about getting locked up.

Angel Marta reads my doubts, “Our watches are a gift from the angels in the tree, to help us do this work at the precise times needed.”

“Showtime, gang.  Hold out your hands.  Like this!” says David as he hold his hands palms outward towards the monument.  Blue light shoots out in twin beams from each of his palms.  I do my best to copy the action but my light can barely be seen.  I’m still only human.

Blue energy from David and the other angels pours forth and the cool afternoon air shimmers.  Golden light from the angels feet lights up the gravel covered clearing of the monument.  The rough hewn boulders of the monument begin to glow red.

“Hot,” I worry out loud.

“Keep cool.  Gonna get a hotter.  Lotsa crap to move on here,” says David.

Along with the angels, along with the dead — now appearing from 70 nations who perished on the planes and WTC Towers, at the Pentagon, in the field in Pennsylvania — along with American soldiers lost in the wars that followed, along with lost innocent civilians and soldiers of the Muslim world, we send the powerful red energy from the boulders forth through to the triangle of the three little trees before the 200 foot tall vortex tree.

The trio of little trees glow blue with the angels gathered there.  I see the three trees joined by a golden thread of energy. The gold thread intertwines with the golden roots of the vortex tree.

The bark of the vortex tree starts to churn slowly, like a tornado in slow motion, glowing white.  Angels in the Vortex tree gather the energy into fruit-like orbs and harvest it all into satchels.  Bark rustles and crackles with energy that rises off the golden glowing leaves to the DreamShield as a blue steam.

The stone gently returns to its normal beige tone as the day’s advance work winds down.  I watch in awe as my brothers and sisters of the spirit world fade.

“See ya tomorrow, rookie, ” says David, flashing me a thumbs up as he soars off and vanishes into the sunset in a blink.

ANGEL TREAT NOT A TRICK

Exhausted, but happy, I reach home and park my bike.  But I decide to walk up the tree-lined street and enjoy the last of the fading sun.  I am listening on my new Ipod to THE GOOD, BAD AND THE UGLY, the album that the angels have guided me to select songs from for tomorrow’s meditation.

A gust of wind shakes the leaves overhead and I hear David say, ‘You earned this one, kid.  Enjoy.”

I nearly fall to my knees as a vision appears in the canopy of leaves.  But unlike the muddled way I see the future writing screenplays I am gifted with a crystal clear look into 5,000 years into the future.

It’s the year 7010, to be exact, near the end of the next Mayan cycle.  The hills around LA are filled, not with the energy sucking single family homes of today, but with great villages of white, teaming communal life where even the word “poverty” is forgotten. The white villages reach high above the hills and valleys because earthquakes are in ancient history, along with hunger and abuse of the earth and our fellow creatures. LA’s architecture and society has soared to breathtaking new heights.

Every building in the valleys of LA has been leveled, replaced by vast green agricultural farms that feed the white villages of the hills.  Beneath the lush valley farm land lies hidden below an industrial complex many levels deep.  All the industry is powered by the sun  through the roots of the crops.  Anything anyone in the villages can wish for comes not from wastefully from overseas but right from the vast clean factories below.

A James Bond-like spaceport, opens in a crop circle and a spaceship rockets off for the  moon, now a vacation paradise fitted with artificial gravity and an atmosphere.  And at the controls of that spaceship is a greatest female aviator of all time herself… Amelia Erhart.

PS – Did I really see David Angell?  I mean no disrespect for the real David or Lynn or anyone in my vision.  But I did some research after all this stuff and it turns out David was a talented creator of the hit FRAISER which fits with how funny his angel was in my visions.  And David was born in Rhode Island, so the east coast accent fits too.  I’m just saying!  Namaste, Ken Sheetz

JOIN THE DREAMSHIELD

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Join our global group of earth angels on Facebook to learn of events coming to a sacred spot on the planet near you or how to create and event of your own for the next in the binary series of gentle 2012 meditations.

MT. SHASTA, MEETING THE ELDERS AND ANGELS

Next up for DreamShield, Ken Sheetz travels from LA with Sarah Larsen and others to Mt. Shasta from 11/08 to 11/13 to join Lee McCormick’s SpiritRecovery retreat.  If you’d like to join our Dream Team for what promises to be an experience of a lifetime go to SpiritRecovery.com and please reserve your spot while you still can.

DreamShield will hold binary meditations on Mt. Shasta in the 11AM and and 10PM on 11/10/10 and 11/11/10 an, next in the binary sequence of dates.  We will also be filming our talks with American Shaman Lee McCormick.

Writes Ken on Facebook to Lee McCormick: “I can’t wait for this trip to Mt. Shasta. Some amazing stuff will happen. The angels will attend in huge numbers! I can already see them perched along the the mountain ridges and peaks. Sunset streams through their magnificent wings in the frosty air.”

When you sign up at SpritRecovery, enter the password DREAMSHIELD, all in caps, to get an angelic 10% discount.

And if you live in Germany and Greece watch for events coming soon to those important places too.

Here’s the score to our meditation if you’d like some music while you read about the angels’ amazing work.

This heavenly post is dedicated to all who lost a loved one on or as a result of 9/11.

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