What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my rug. – Woody Allen
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
12/21/2010 – Hailing from Chicago it’s hard to believe I used to think it was time for short sleeves if the temps got about 30 in the winter. But now all these 8 years later after moving to LA the blood has thinned. So as our dream team walks through the snow for a farm that is home to the Mt. Shasta Pyramid at the base of mountain behind the town, the 27 degree temp cuts through me as does the falling snow.
Our LA group, made up of fellow organizer Dr. Sarah Larsen, angel expert Mica Monet, Mago, and I finally reaches the farm-house and meets the rest of the dream team that’s gathered from across America to do this DreamShield meditation. As we tug off our winter gear, I meet Joy Phoenix from New Zealand, currently residing in San Diego. I feel a fleeting sense of meeting someone I know despite this being our first contact. Same for Jay Frankenberger, world-renowned ET expert, who journeyed here all the way from Arkansas to be here. I meet Fatima, also from LA. She informs me that as a person of Hispanic and Arabic decent that she has been studying the Mayan culture intensely. All in all we are 11 in the pyramid. A good number for DreamShield’s binary work.
The three “Sarah’s”, Saralise, Sarah Larsen and Sarah Wellborn, our guide from Shasta Spiritual Journeys who led us to this place, chatter away as we use the pyramid builder’s rest room before for the final march to the pyramid. Why? There’s no rest rooms in the Mt. Shasta Pyramid. A modest pyramid by Egyptian and Mayan standards, built of plywood 9/9/09 in time for the important New Age work ahead thru 2012 and beyond, it is 24 feet by 24 feet at its base.
The rest stops complete and redressed we sludge our way through the driving snow. I’m feeling mighty glad about the new waterproof boots I bought for the trip at this point. Passing a tall circle of pines that guard the entrance to the pyramid I am reminded of a short screenplay I’ve written about Xmas from the POV of Christmas trees.
Some of the people from this trip like Marta have never seen snow, now they are seeing in abundance!
At last we reach the Mt. Shasta Pyramid. I look up into the winter sky that offers not glimpse of the lunar eclipse, hidden high above the snowy cloud. Anxious to start the DreamShield work. We quickly shed our snowy clothes in the anti-chamber of the pyramid we are reminded once again that no metal of any kind is allowed inside. So much for filming!
By now, 7 months into the DreamShield work, I am used to the fact much of this work cannot or does not want to be filmed. But I do know somewhere in the Galaxy this adventure is getting filmed through our very eyes and all our senses in a way that makes our 3D movies seem primitive. Every human being on earth from the super wealthy to the poorest all have billions of fans throughout the universe.
I meditated a few nights before in bed and asked the spirit guides what would be the best configuration for our group once inside the pyramid. No sooner had I asked than a spirit who called himself Ramses appeared. When I excitedly ask Ramses if he was now one of my spirit guides. He calmly tells me,
“No, Ken, I am guide to the DreamShield team for the great work ahead. Now pay attention, my time with you is short. A pyramid, even one as small as the one you’ll be inside of, is very powerful. For every pyramid you see across the face of this world there is a mirror image pyramid of pure energy, forming the sacred geometry of power. And the circle form your group will take will channel this energy to allow your work to tap into both the infinity at the core of the earth and the infinity of the universe. Do you understand, Ken?”
I nod yes and the awesome presence of Ramses is gone.
As we climb up the ladder at the end of tunnel from the anti-chamber I am happy to see a gorgeous handmade round rug sits in the center of the pyramid. The rug is patterned with circles in a rainbow arrangement that starts with red at the outer edge and runs the color spectrum to the center.
Joy Phoenix, however, is not happy with the how the candles are set at the center of the rug. The group spends a few minutes properly adjusting that and placing the various crystals we’ve all brought along for the work under Joy’s guidance.
I had read, or heard somewhere, that it would be about 68 degrees farenheit in the pyramid but it’s more like 40 and I am freezing. Mica finds me a blanket to wrap around me and I am now able to concentrate. I thank everyone for making the enormous effort to get here from across the country and in the snow and in what remains a bad economy for most of us mortals. I explain we’ll be healing the ozone layer of Mother Earth in this meditation and that this will help reduce cancer.
After seeing how the group accepted her leadership setting up the crystals and candles and enjoying her great charm I choose Joy to lead the meditation. She asks me for my vision. I tell Joy that I saw the colors of the Galactic rug acting like color therapy for the earth’s ozone layer. Joy nods with an inspired smile.
COLOR THERAPY ON A PLANETARY SCALE
After an introduction by this trip’s host Dr. Sarah Larsen of what DreamShield is and a lovely opening ceremony by Saralise to the four winds and 11 Oms we are ready for the serious work of healing earth’s ozone layer. I sense four giant angels, one guarding each face of the pyramid, as Joy begins with improvised words that flow like poetry. I see the spin of the galaxy in the rug pattern and know that each nub in the rainbow rug represents a member of the Galactic Federation. Thousands of intelligent worlds are joining in the work.
Joy’s beautiful New Zealand accent recalls to me the narration for The Lord of the Rings. Joy guides us to breathe in the color of each ring of the Galactic rug one at a time and project them each onto the earth. As we breathe the colors onto mother earth, hovering above the candles and crystals, the lunar eclipse is at its peak above us.
Today, 12/21/10 is the winter solstice and this alignment of a lunar eclipse and the solstice will not repeat itself for another 400 years. Looking around by the candlelight I am touched by Sarah Wellborn and her boyfriend Jacob’s young faces. I look to Sarah Larsen, her blissful eyes are closed, as we heal this precious earth of ours.
The meditation winds down, we hug each other good-bye and are once again in the snow storm, slugging our way to the car. Except for a nap I’ve been awake for nearly 48 hours, but I’m oddly not tired. Mica Monet leads the way to the minivan and warmth.
I consider myself a great snow driver and expect to get us onto the road from our parking spot on the back road. But Sarah Larsen’s family minvan is quickly stuck against the edge of the ditch. Embarrassed I turn the wheel over Saralise. With a little pushing from the group she has us moving and keeps us safely on the road on the foothills of Mt. Shasta.
Indeed, when a can-do guy like me turns over the wheel to a woman we are already in the New Age.
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