A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after. ~Peter De Vries
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
My father, who took the picture, demonstrates a keen eye for composition. Now, I see where I got that from. So many gifts from our parents we sometimes lose sight of. But the more I heal for the work of a gentle 2012, the more good I can see in my folks.
I have two kids of my own from a great mother named Gloria. Gloria and I divorced in 1992 and have lost touch since our two wonderful kids, Jonathan and Janelle, grew up. I wish Gloria well on this Mother’s Day 2011, at the Lull before 2012, when many of us light workers seem to be enjoying the simpler things in life.
My busy mind fluttered with the above as my roomie Bradley Quick stomped around on the big apartment here at The Cool Change Foundation most of the night it seemed and then solid from 6:30 AM to 7:30 Am, before he finally went to his club for a workout.
Sometimes I wonder if the energetic radio talk show host – I had to buy a sound soother to finally get some rest! – ever sleeps more than an hour or two like Edison was famed for. I move out in 10 days of Bradley’s modest yet spacious NoHo studios, tucked in a mostly Hispanic neighborhood where Mexcian folk music blends with the sounds of the many dogs. A place, where despite all the noise, I’ve produced over 100 videos with over half a million views for his charity that help people battle substance abuse and made over 200 videos for DreamShield on YouTube.
But before I make an apartment hunt for a new LA base, I travel back home for a month to scatter my father’s ashes, rest, see my kids and hopefully raise some cash to continue the work of DreamShield via a documentary and reestablish the single occupant life style the recession cost me fall of 2009. And I am sure a meditation or two will take place while I am there as well.
Once Bradley Quick finally stomped his way out the apartment, hard not to stomp with a floor that resonates like drum and creaks like the deck of a ship, I turned my sound soother to meditation music and lit a beautiful Virgin Mary candle Laura De Leon gave me as gift for dog-sitting her little Bella last week.
I was powered up instantly in this meditation, stronger and faster I realized than Superman, my childhood hero. My astral super-Ken-self sat up on the edge of the bed and I began to spin at super speed. In an instant I tore a shaft through earth’s crust until I reached a vast cavern miles beneath the city of angels.
The cave was all lit up, like a golden sunrise. I flew a short distance beneath the stalactites and saw a giant golden pyramid. My higher self knew, “The golden mother of all pyramids. Command center for the work of a gentle 2012.”
I landed gracefully at the base of the golden pyramid, but saw no entrance. I completed a super speed scan of the entire perimeter in vain. But somehow I knew all I had to do was have faith in order to enter. I took a deep breath and stepped right through the golden outer wall of the pyramid and found myself in a long upward slopping great hall.
The walls of the hall were adorned with oil paintings portraying great women of the world. Mothers of both the body and soul of humanity, from the supposed ordinary homemaker to the most famous like Oprah.
I soon reached the center in the pyramid. A huge studio audience of angels, aliens and humans burst into cheers and applause upon my arrival. A beautiful tech-angel took me by the arm past the stage, where Oprah entertained the crowd.
Oprah, client of mine from my hay days as a Chicago real estate developer, when I built her Harpo Studios, gave me a wave and a friendly shout, “Hey, Ken! Make it great!”
I waved back and pretended to know what Oprah meant by “Make it great!” The angel-tech chuckled at my confusion as she opened a door revealing dazzling golden control room.
Monitors buzzed with live feeds from every sacred site on earth. Stonehenge, the pyramids of Giza, the Parthenon in Greece, a new white city of lights in Nashville, St. Peter’s square in Rome, the plains of Africa, Mexico, Washington DC, Hollywood… All was on gorgeous 3D display!
The angel-tech pointed to her watch and smiled, “Live in 60 seconds, Mr. Sheetz.”
I nervously put on a mic headset. I was narrator for Oprah’s big show but I had no script. The “on the air” light blinked and I gulped. But the words flowed like I’d rehearsed the intro for years:
“You’re watching Oprah’s DreamShield special! Live from all the Earth’s 24 hours time zones, it’s the dawn of the golden age! Estimates of over 2 billion people are tuned in, all to meditate on a gentle 2012 as one. We welcome all peaceful beings from all the worlds across the universe who have loved and watched over our tiny blue world for eons. A world that now celebrates humanity’s full admittance as a sovereign member of the Galactic Society. Over to you, Oprah.”
Then Bradley was back from the club and I was back in the tiny room that had been my home for a year and raring to get moving onto the work of gentle 2012. My trip home on May 18th was going to be a huge success. Of this I was sure.
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