Countdown to The End of Mayan Calendar – Mexico to Mars

What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?
Jose Saramago

By Ken Sheetz

Photo by Stephen Collector

Like the trip to Italy that began DreamShield in May of 2010, I was bartering a spiritual workshop, this one in Mexico, for social media services.  And like Italy, with that barter there were still expenses for travel.  Earning money for a spur of the moment trip during the holidays was tough, especially in a disintegrating economy.  But through sheer will power to attend this once in a lifetime class on  the one year countdown to 12.21.12 I got the dough together and was on my way to the ancient ruins of Teotihuacan Mexico.

Soon I was learning Toltec wisdom from a world-renowned master.  It was pure joy.  My consciousness rapidly expanding.  Old patterns being discovered in the ruins of Teo and erased.

The goal of the 4 day workshop was to set our group dreaming of a better 2012 was a perfect fit to my DreamShield mission.  I felt divine guidance to be in Teo for the one year countdown to the end of the Mayan age.

But, I must admit, I also felt out of my league to be attending such a gathering of eagles as the teacher called us one day in Teotihuacan Mexico when we were atop the Pyramid of the sun.  Even though a natural eagle pattern has emerged in my hair as it’s whitened since seeing angels in Italy the first time.  Yeah, an eagle in my hair and I still have doubts.

It’s an odd stage for me.  I am no longer a newbie to spirit work and but there’s still a lot I do not have a clue about.  I feel like a spiritual teenager.  Well, a good thing to feel as I turn 60 in the fall of this amazing year of 2012!

In any case, I certainly felt honored to be in Teo. Fellow advanced students, I’ve learned at these gatherings, are as much a part of the learning as from the master.  One classmate, a charming man from Turkey, shared meditation technique for quieting the mind at the pool I had not heard about.

Later, I walked deep into the big garden behind the hotel, which sits itself upon ruins of Teo, that have never been excavated, and gave his technique a whirl.  It involves dividing your attention in two, giving half your awareness to a sound and the other to something visual.

I lay on my back on the manicured resort lawn and focused on the clouds and the feel of the grass in my hands.  Soon I went deeper than I ever have in meditation.  I saw dazzling energy erupt from all the Teotihuacan pyramids at once and was visited by the three angels from Italy that built the DreamShield in May of 2010.

MISSION TO MARS, 12.20.11

I looked up at the three 7 foot tall angels I had first met in Italy.  The spiked feathers of their blue wings glittered in the late Mexican afternoon sun.

“The solstice is not until tomorrow.  You’re a day early.” I said as my higher Ohom ET angel self, annoyed my vacation was getting interrupted.

Archangel Michael said, “Element of surprise.”

“Yes,” I sighed, already far wiser than my Ken-self when I become Ohom.

Michael pulled me to my feet.  I looked down from my 7 foot height saw my human Ken-body resting on the lawn in warm Teo sun.

“Well, at least my human self is having a rest.”

“Let’s go!” said Gabrielle, a beautiful female blue angel.

A year ago, I didn’t know the names of these angels, let alone that I was part of their clan of galactic enforcers from the Orion star system.  Now 18 months later we had been on many missions together, closed the Bermuda Triangle, a failed Martian artificial  merkaba experiment that had destroyed Atlantis and the remnants of which cause our wars and divorces, healed the San Andreas fault, melted a portal in space time for the earth to travel to the 5th dimension, unscrambled time with the MERLIN code, cut the tap to Gaia’s energy for the world’s banks and the Fed and much more recorded in this blog.

We rocketed into the sky from the gardens of the hotel.  I could see the vast Teotihuacan pyramid complex shrinking beneath us as we broke though the clouds.

As we reached the edge of space, without asking, I knew our angelic mission.  Rescue the heart of Gia.  A heart I knew was no longer on the earth that was quickly shrinking beneath me.  No, Gaia’s heart was being held by hostile Martians on a fortified canyon called Valles Marineris on Mars.

The rescue of Gaia’s heart would be dangerous, even for us with our Galactic enforcer powers, as this Martian canyon was filled with traps and weapons bent on our destruction.  A tough search as the canyon is many times deeper than earth’s Grand Canyon and long as the entire US continent.

To be continued…

Please click here to donate, as we are being called to meditate in scared sites across the world for a gentle 2012 at DreamShield.org.

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