They do not love that do not show their love.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Two Gentlemen of Verona
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Angels, ET, my own overactive imagiantion, whatever it is that is powering DreamShie, never stops working with me. There’s not a lot of time to 2012, guess is why. I could write entire blogs about any of the following, but here’s a quick summary of the after-visions from the 2.12.11 Healing of Earth’s Addiction meditation at Spirit Recovery Ranch. Planetary meditation visions like Nashville’s don’t just happen all at once for me or the world.
ET GO HOME
The night after the big day of setting the intent to heal earth of addiction, Lee McCormick and I talked about going back to the medicine wheel to call in UFOs. This was to be done by famed ET expert Renatto Longatto, whose presentation had added so much to this event Lee had fashioned around our DreamShield meditation. But everyone, me included, was tired from the long day. So we decided the ETs could hover somewhere until we got back to them.
I chuckled as my head hit the pillow about how casual Lee was about seeing UFOs. Most of the people on this trip had seen them many times. No biggie for them. For me I was mildly disappointed as I have never seen a UFO, except maybe one from a great distance when I was a kid in Wisconsin. But I was too tired to care.
That night I dreamed of giant stone creatures guarding the land around Lee’s medicine wheel from hostile aliens that Renato had shared with us. Real alien tales that inspired the movie PREDATOR. The stone creatures were aided in my dream by none other than Jesse James, who looked just like Lee McCormick in the dream. Jesse actually had spent time on this ranch back in the day. In my vivid dream Jess fired his guns with superhuman speed. Native Americans working with the cowboys and my Angus spirit to rid earth of addiction. What a clean up crew from the 2.12.meditation! The hostile aliens had no chance. Zero.
ABE LINCOLN, MASTER PLANNER OF 2.12.11 Freedom from Addiction Meditation
Speaking of the 2.12.11 meditation, as I was putting this blog together and filling in my dream calendar DreamShield fan Margo gave me, I was shocked to discover February 12th is Lincoln’s birthday. Huh. So the freeing on earth from the slavery of addiction meditation was no accidental choice. A date Lee McCormick and I worked out last fall.
Abe, I am proud to say as producer of web series called Lincoln is Back, is my spirit guide. Sneaky, Abe, guided me to doing this DreamShield on his birth date without my even knowing it. Best Lincoln’s birthday ever. Couple this amazing fact with Lee’s medicine wheel that’s made of stones, I’d only learn after we were in Nashville, from a plantation where the owner used to buy slaves and set them free. Yep, you have more coincidences than even my cynical mind can ignore as proof that we are being aided by divine powers in this work to change the world come 2012.
DON’T SWEAT IT
I was too tired to care about ETs as I dreamed on because I was exhausted from the day long events and Lee’s sweat lodge session. I had a vision in the heat where I saw myself move through the wall of the sweat lodge that followed the medicine wheel as a Native American hunter. My Native American brother shushed me and tells me, “Be quiet my brother, you’ll scare off the deer.” I come back to myself and realize I’ve been blabbing to much in the sweat lodge.
My inner Larry David had rebelled. I couldn’t take Lee McCormick’s pouring on the heat anymore. Not to mention the cold mud under my freezing butt and feet caused by the melted snow and the tight quarters with a two guys flanking me weren’t for me either. So I crawled, not on a dream with the Indians, but for real out of the sweat lodge with Lee’s blessing. Lee’s a pro and never forces people to sweat anymore than they want.
I kept crawling from the sweat lodge, panting like a dog and dry heaved in the grass. Then I saw a gray Buddha statue. Alive beneath the moon. When Sarah Wellborne poured Mt. Shasta water over my head, Buddha vanished. Here’s a video of a very confused me at least searching for what might have been a pile of sticks I’d mistaken Buddha.
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER
That night I also dreamed of my father, whose drinking issues had made the Nashville DNA meditation so tough for me and who had only passed three weeks ago, came to me in a dream showing me the Packer watch I had bought for him one Christmas. Dad told me, pointing at the Packers watch, only mildly annoyed, “You were an hour late getting the medicine wheel. 2:12 you were supposed to he here.”
“Renato had gone long and the schedule got pushed back, ” I explained to my father in the dream.
“I kept the angels from leaving before you and Lee’s bunch for here, ” Dad proudly explained.
“Thanks, Dad,” I said tears welling. “I’m glad for your help. Woulda been nice if this had been something we could have done while you were alive.”
“I needed to be part of this. Always was somehow. But that’s no excuse for the mess I made of things when you guys were kids.”
“I forgive you, Dad.”
“I know, son.”
Dad then did something in the dream that he loved to do in real life and gave me a big bear hug. At his funeral my son 3 weeks earlier, my son Jonathan, now a man of 30, gave me the Sheetz family bear hug. Jonathan smiled sadly as he told me he had taken over the bear hug role from his grandfather. Late or not, Dad was proud of me for the work at Lee’s medicine I see by his shinning Irish smile.
Dad, unable as usual not to have the last word and to joke said, “Try not to keep the angels waiting next planetary mediation, Kenny boy.”
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