A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. – John Lennon
Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz
Last blog we jumped ahead to the psychedelic dream I had at Mt. Shasta that I am really an alien on a secret mission. I swear no drugs, folks. Just Mt. Shasta water and mojo. The place is amazing.
Now, let’s dream-jump back in time to the DreamShield event at North Hollywood’s Tujunga Park’s 9/11 monument on 11/01/10.
As the successful DreamShield ceremony winds to a joyous close, with Shaman Isabella Stoloff closing the healing vortex in the earth we’d dreamed together, a couple new to the group, Cali and Chris Rossen, invite us to join them for lunch at the Bombay Cafe.
Soon Cali’s breaking nana bread with about 8 of us, excitedly sharing a tremendous release of sorrow she felt when we washed the soiled 9/11 monument, not just with soap and water, but love. Cali then sweetly adds, to warm smiles from all, that she’s thrilled to have found a new family in her fellow DreamShielders. But Chris, though happy for Cali, his wife of 17 years, appears not to feel quite the same about our eclectic bunch of New Age healers.
After lunch Cali invites me to their home nearby to see angel art she created at age 5. Their wonderful home, where Clark Gable once had his studio, is perfect for this Hollywood power couple that writes, produces, acts and you name it in the film world.
BINARY SIGNS POINT TO MT. SHASTA
A few weeks earlier, our sponsors for the 24 Global 10/10/10 event, Lee McCormick, founder of SpiritRecovery out of Nashville, kindly invites me to join him at Mt. Shasta in Northern California for an event. But I am so busy wrapping up the reporting of 10/10/10, over 2 hours of videos, and then planning 11/01/10, I’d not really figured out if I could make it. When I finally do catch up it finally hits home that these are binary code dates –11/10/10 and 11/11/10 — that fall within Lee’s event. This is a sure sign I must go to the mountain.
Forgetting how tight my cash is I accept Lee’s invite to hold DreamShield meditations at Mt. Shasta on 11/10 and 11/11. Lee kindly grants DreamShield up to 4 guests (3+me) with free access to drop into his event, normally a $1200 each event ticket. When I send out the invite for the exclusive Mt. Shasta dream event on Facebook, Dr. Sarah instantly accepts as well as Cali, promising she’ll do her best to convince Chris to come along.
We have our dream team for Shasta. Now I start getting angel messages that this DreamShield mission will be big:
REDUCE EARTHQUAKE AND VOLCANIC ACTIVITY!
Angels work on a planetary scale I could never imagine myself. After all the amazing work with the angels I’ve been seeing since Italy, I have complete confidence in their spiritual abilities. Abilities focused into our physical world though the dream team human facilitators.
Plans to ride up to Mt. Shasta with Dr Sarah and meet up with the Rossens at the mountain change last minute when car troubles force Sarah to cancel. But Cali and Chris step up to share the ride, so now I’ll travel to the New Age Mecca with the Hollywood power couple.
NO ARGUING WITH ANGELS
The night before I am to leave, 11/9/10, an angel pops into a dream and startles me, “Wake up! You must do a 3:33 AM meditation to begin the Mt Shasta work.” I bolt awake and check my night clock. It’s 2:59 AM. I say to the angel still fluttering in my mind, “Please, I need my sleep.” But there’s no arguing with angels. I am gifted some energy and wide awake, up for the last minute meditation. So I shuffle out of bed, dress and do my best not to wake my roomie as I tiptoe out the front door, despite the fact our place has floors that squeak like a haunted house.
No traffic at this hour, so I easily make my way on my bike the mile and half to the site. I stop for a water at the 711 on the way, important for spiritual work as it dehydrates you. A man in the checkout line before me wears a jacket with an angel on it’s back. A sign I am on the right path.
I pedal for the 911 monument through the abandoned park. It’s a little scary at this crazy hour.
PRE-MT. SHASTA VISION
Meditating at the 9/11 monument to Ennio Morricone’s THE TRIO, I notice signs about the site I hadn’t noticed in the daylight. Signs that further supports the vision of clean energy future free of oil wars. The signs? Solar-powered street lamps light the 9/11 monument site set in a triangle.
Deep into the meditation, pounding the light poles like gongs, I see blue ET angels land in the vortex tree. Quickly gathering orb seed, the angels soar off, along with a reassembled Flight 11, filled with happy passengers. These orb seeds I am told will be planted along the San Andreas fault line to grow into series of giant energy trees feeding off the DreamShield that will heal the fault line with magical roots when we meditate in Mt. Shasta.
I can’t wait to make the trip in a few hours knowing such miraculous meditation success awaits us. I ride my bike back home in amazement and vlog about this pre-vision vision on YouTube through the wee hours. Luckily, I’m able to grab a few short winks before Cali arrives at 9AM. And after a quick business meeting for Chris, an internet wizard when he’s not writing screenplays, we are on the…
ROAD TO MT. SHASTA
Chris loses himself on his PC in the back seat the whole way. Like many couples I meet in this work, the Rossens are in different places on the spiritual road. So I figure besides the big work of DreamShield at Mt. Shasta, perhaps this spiritual adventure to Mt. Shasta also carries the purpose of bringing the dynamic Hollywood duo more into spiritual alignment.
As the valleys and hills of California spin past the white SUV windows, Cali, at the wheel, is on fire about the DreamShield gentle 2012 meditations. She’s seeing angel signs in everything, right down to our rental’s license plates. This starts to elicit some spiritual overload grunts and groans from Chris as he types away in the back with the dogs.
At rest stops along the way Cali and I get to know each other better while she walks her two adorable, if a bit wild, dogs, Ricki and Emmy. I learn her childhood hero is a magical artist named Simon. Take a look. Marvelous!
I explain to Cali that I’ve only been getting visions in meditations for about 6 months. For Cali it’s been life long. She made art about seeing blue angels when she was only 5. Cali loves Chris deeply and wants badly for him to be with her on her spiritual journey. On one of the stops, after asking if she wants my two cents, I tell her gently, “Lead. Don’t drag Chris into all this. Stay in your power and don’t take it personally if he does not get the work.”
I explain to Cali that before my angelic powered un-thawing in Italy, May of this year, I was right where Chris is, maybe not even as far along the road to spirituality. Yeah, being honest, compared to Chris, who is writing and growing and supporting his wife’s exploration of the spirit world, without the angels help in Italy I’d still be a spiritual caveman.
Cali’s a great driver, self taught I learn, and we arrive in Mt. Shasta City at the base of the mountain, covered in clouds in the night sky. We all agree on a late dinner at the Black Bear Cafe to celebrate our safe arrival. It’s my first real chance to get to know Chris who was silently working on an exciting new screenplay about pilots. Turns out Chris is a vet who has seen action.
I’ve never traveled with virtual strangers and it’s more than a little awkward for us all. But by the time we finish dinner I learn one of the reasons Chris is so quiet is he lost a close brother a short time ago that he is still grieving.
Wow. Then it hits me like an angel kicks me in the shins and I realize how much of my old junk I am projecting onto Chris. Yes, it was me stuck in the mud, my own paralyzed heart that caused me to thwart and belittle the soulful dreaming of not one, not two, not three… but four wonderful spiritual women who came and went in my life.
Yeah, this side mission of helping Chris was really all about me healing me! Healing my past transgressions on the spiritual plane with so many women, going all the way back to not believing in my psychic mother and superstitious Irish grandmother. This healing is important for the gentle 2012 work because we are switching from our warrior patriarchal ways to a nurturing matriarchal society.
The sign I’ve finally figured this out arrives at exactly 10:10 PM when huge healing white snowflakes begin to gently fall past the coffee shop window, drifting on the cool night mountain air like angels.
WE NEED YOUR ANGELIC SUPPORT
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