“OH WOW! OH WOW! OH WOW!” – Last words of Steve Jobs as he passed.
DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz
November 1st, 11.1.11, first of the last the powerful binary dates leading to 11.11.11!
Yesterday was a hard-working Halloween; booking a block of discount rooms for our of town guests at the beautiful, and close to the event, Grand Vista Hotel (just mention “Rancho De Las Palmas 11.11.11 DreamShield” for your discount price of only $60 a night!), creating a new landing page for DreamShield on Facebook, and making thousands of new invites. But before I decide to climb from bed to start another marathon day of 11.11.11 planning and promotion I decide to meditate. Something amazing, even for this work for a gentle 2012 filled with amazing visions, happens.
THE ELEVEN LADDER
No sooner have I taken my first meditation breath when Archangel Michael appears instantly in my cozy room at BushWillows. Michael, a human-form angel, is dressed in white robes and wields a golden sword and gem encrusted shield. I am happy to see the powerful angel is ready for anything the retreating spoil sport dark forces might still throw at us.
He smiles down on my exhausted meditating body and says in my own voice, “I give you, Kenneth, the meaning of the power of 11s of 11.11.11.”
The number 11 floats from the palm of Michael’s hand to form a glistening ladder above my bed. “See now, the 11s are the two sides of a ladder joined by the cords of humanity’s DNA, at last being made fully complete on 11.11.11.”
I’d met many spirits and beings in this work so far and all have spoken in their own voices. So I ask, trying to hide my skeptical nature, “Why do I hear you with my own voice, Michael?”
Archangel Michael cracks a wry smile and says, “I speak to you, Kenneth, with your own inner voice, because my voice was created to speak to the whole world at one time. Your mortal form could not handle such a vibration as my true voice produces.”
This rings so true it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Now cease all suspicions and climb, Kenneth.”
I reach upward and take hold of the ladder. I feel my spirit slip from my meditating body as I climb through the ceiling of the aptly named Green Room here at BushWillows. The rungs of the ladder are cool to the touch and of a pearl-like material.
Shortly, I am above the city of angels here in the Shadow Hills. I’m normally not afraid of heights but the angelic ladder has a lot of bounce and sway. It unnerves me to say the least.
“Don’t look down!” Archangel Michael’s mighty voice rings out, now that my spirit-self can hear his real voice without vibrating my mortal body to pieces. His voice is laced with trumpet sound and echoes over the San Fernando valley. I look up and see a jet pass right through the ladder. This almost makes me fall off.
I realize it’s best to just look straight ahead and climb fast as I can. Up and up I ascend, gaining speed and confidence. Up through high wafting clouds, up past the edge of our atmosphere and into the inky black of space.
“What next?” I think as I transform into an ET blue angel form. Elated to be one of these amazing ETs in this vision, one I know as Ohom, I fly off at incredible speed over the earth. “Where am I going?” I ask but know somehow without being told by Archangel Michael at my side.
We race faster than the speed of light for Europe. “Are we heading for Italy where all the visions began?” I wonder to my higher ET blue angel self.
Michael reads my mind and says, “We are flying to Bosnia, for the pyramid of the Sun, higher that the great pyramid of Egypt. You have an important mission I want you to perform for me.”
Tiny Bosnia in sight, I rocket down from the stars faster than any human eye can detect in a beeline for the slumbering pyramid. I’ve flown many times in meditation and dream but never with this speed or power! I quickly remember why this vision is so powerful. Today is 11.1.11, first of the last 3 pure binary code dates.
In less than a heartbeat, my ET self blasts through the soil that most of the pyramid still lays buried under. I bore with ease and angelic grace through tons of stone and burst into the heart of the pyramid, a vast echoing secret chamber that no one has laid eyes on in countless eons.
Chanting in the blue ET alien language I do not understand, I extend my blue angel hands. Blue fire leaps out of my hands to illuminate the dim walls of the chamber. Carved alien symbols on the walls ignite and burn, not blue as I expect, but a sacred purple.
Somehow knowing my job has been quickly done, I bound up through the pyramid. Up through a thunder-head cloud that flashes and booms, rocketing into space once more.
Waiting for me patiently, as though this sort of mission is an every kind of occurrence for him, Archangel Michael hovers nearby. He looks down upon the earth, a pleased smile on his handsome face.
Far below, on the blue world we call earth, I see what Michael is so happy about. From the activated Bosnian Pyramid of the Sun, purple fire races in glowing lines across the face of the earth. The purple lines reach other pyramids, both known and unknown. One by one all the pyramids of earth light up brilliant purple and shoot out energy into the lay lines to form a web of fiery purple lines energy around the entire planet.
The four adorable dogs that guard BushWillows have been let loose from the main house, by their owner Deb, I can tell from all the barking. Their happy barks stir from me my meditation before I can ask the meaning of this powerful pyramid activation to Archangel Michael.
I swing my feet from bed and rub my hands over the eagle hair pattern in the back of my head that some of the projects fans, who call me Eagle Man, say was the eagle put in my hair by angels to help me overcome my doubts. Amazed by the power of this fading vision, I repeat Steve Jobs reported last words, “Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.”
Looking at the time on my night stand clock I have little time to wash up and dress to travel with my twin flame Laura De León to meet with the Vegan chef Jesse to hear their wonderful menu he is planning for 11.11.11 The Ascension Convention. I can’t wait to tell Laura about the visit from Archangel Michael and what I was honored to witness.
Despite 18 months of these amazing visions, nagging doubts remain that all this could be my overactive imagination. However, after seeing the angels close the Bermuda Triangle back in January of this year, after which immediately, societies all over the Middle East overthrew dictators and corrupt governments, then the rise of Occupy, it gives me great hope that my visions alongside humanity’s ascension is wonderfully real. And so I work on for the hope of a Gentle 2012.
Tickets on sale for 11.11.11 at DreamShield.org. Hope to ascend with you on 11.11.11 at tropical paradise Rancho De Las Palmas, just east of Malibu, CA.