Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!” – William Shakespeare, “Midsummer Nights Dream”
By Ken Sheetz
Sunday morning meditation 8.18.13. Sedona Arizona area.
I lay tucked in bed in my cozy room at the Desert Rose B&B, up for the day and doing my daily morning meditation. I have no idea I am about to have the biggest vision since the launch of DreamShield in 2010 when I saw 7 foot tall blue skinned ET angels.
I feel called off world and I astral project myself from the resort in Sedona and quickly rocket into space. In no time at all I am past the moon. I will myself to greater speed. Faster than I have ever traveled before in meditation or dreams, I break all laws of physics. I zip past galaxies faster than any human has ever traveled, an impossible one billion times the speed of light.
I come to stop and hover outside the universe(s). It’s a gorgeous vast tangle of galaxies, resembling the human brain’s trillions of neurons, majestically spread before me to infinity.
Now the galaxies shift into a pattern of symbols. A mega “download”. — A somewhat annoying New Age slang term for compressed wisdom transmitted from the spirit world of the ETs. One day we’ll have a better word than the robotic sounding download for these amazing transmissions of so much loving knowledge that takes up so little human drive space in our brains.
What I witness in this epic download is a mixture of Reiki symbols and new alien symbols never seen before by human eyes. I make a mental note to use hypnosis to recall them at a later date. Recording them using the pen and paper on my nightstand would end the vision before I could copy down more than a few of the 77 dazzling symbols made of trillions of galaxies floating before me.
All for later to recall this and share it. Or perhaps not at all as this may be a simple relay job for me. Much of my vision work is like that. Another reason not to disturb the vision by jotting down the amazing symbols formed of all the galaxies. I see now, like our Gaia, galaxies are living creatures. The galaxies have flown into these patterns, like a flock of birds, for me to see this message that will transform me and our world in ways we cannot even imagine. For now, laying peacefully in my bed, at my Sedona base of operations for DreamShield meditations and the incredible day job of filming THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS, this cosmic majesty is more than enough.
TRAIN IN THE RAIN
I reflect on the night before, where I took the stars of the new hit web series with over 25 million views, Patrick Flanagan and his wife Stephanie, as my guests on the Verde Valley train ride. It rains the whole train trip, from heavy to light. I tell the amazing couple I am sorry for the rain blocking out the stars and moon. But as long-time residents of the desert, both are happy for the rain.
While the rain and rocks of the Verde river fly the windows, Patrick is lost in his virtual lab. An inner sanctuary where he perfects his inventions before bringing them out to share in this world. Stephanie and he have a passionate relationship I have been lucky to catch on film. Neither pulls any punches debating the Shift and their roles in it. And a little wine and champagne sets off another of their brush fire talks.
As always, I am amazed these two can argue so heatedly like this and be hugging and kissing five minutes later. It’s something I would enjoy to a smaller degree in my next relationship. They purge and a process oceans of male and female energies like nothing I have ever witnessed.
A big part of the train ride is spent coaching Stephanie on dealing with the criticisms of friends and strangers about her part in THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. These superb videos have been her first direct public exposure before the camera. I teach her that many people have hidden agendas and petty jealousies when they make comments. Extreme caution must be taken when listening to feedback. Truly honest and tasteful feedback people are a rare commodity.
Frankly, when Patrick told me he wanted to share the spotlight his wife Stephanie, who had never been on camera before, I was against it. But I listen to genius, one of my exceptions, and so I filmed Steph. I was blown away with her deep knowledge of the ancient Mayan calendar and how its’ still very much alive. I’ve learned from her the Mayan calendar didn’t really end on 12.21.12 like we all thought. Kind of embarrassing for a guy basing his whole life preparing for that date for three years. Click here to see Stephanie’s brilliant interview on the new Vimeo channel I am building for Patrick.
Patrick wants to stay in the first-class indoor car to keep working on his new invention. He literally creates electrical diagrams in his mind first before placing pencil to paper. Stephanie ‘s disappointed her husband is lost in thought and I escort her out of the train car into the rain. We have the outdoor viewing car mostly to ourselves, except for a worried old tour guide from the east coast who frets about us slipping on the wet deck. Stephanie and I grab a spot out of the direct rain under the awnings, normally meant for shade from the hot Arizona sun.
Here in the freshest damp air I’ve ever breathed, I teach Stephanie a bit about the Hollywood School of Hard Knocks skills on how to listen, sift what may be useful from viewer comments and move on. This hard-won skill took me years to develop. So I advise Steph to be patient with herself as she grows a thicker skin for her vital work as a new web celeb.
As the train winds through the rain-soaked desert, the smell of wet sage fills my lungs. It’s then I realize helping Stephanie overcome this negativity and other negativity that bombards her sensitive soul, is one of the reasons I’ve been brought here to Sedona.
DreamShield is uniquely positive in its mission. Wildly positive in the face of epic negativity. All will be well in the end no matter how bad things may look is its simple yet potent message of hope. I see in Stephanie’s face a lifting of the veil of the negative forces keeping her down. My heart soars as we sip our champagnes while the rain-soaked train steams past ancient Hopi ruins carved in the rock mountains.
The rain lets up and I coax Patrick to take a break, from inventing god only knows what, to venture out of the luxury train car onto the open air platforms where all the majesty of the desert surrounds us. Light rain pelts me and I now get why the dynamic couple are happy about the rain. Patrick rejoins his wife of eighteen years with hugs and kisses. No residue of their little argument remains.
Patrick, who has been in the public eye since the 1960s when LIFE MAGAZINE featured him as one of the top ten scientists to watch in the world, reinforces what I am teaching Stephanie about ignoring and filtering harsh comments of strangers and loved ones. I realize this new stress of being exposed on the web is Stephanie’s the source of physical pain in her leg that she complained of as our train pulled out of Clarkdale.
With her permission and Pat’s support, I give Steph a train ride Reiki treatment. I picture a globe of water energy soothing her cramped leg and send all tension down into the train tracks to be crushed. Soon as I finish the healing, Stephanie hops from the bench and starts dancing on the train car deck as PEACE TRAIN plays on the PA. I say to Patrick, “Wow. My best Reiki healing ever.” I only do these healings for friends, even though I constantly get heat from my Reiki teacher Dorothy Donahue in LA to hang up a shingle.
Patrick looks worried Stephanie is hopping around on the hurt leg so soon on the slippery wet train deck. I simply shrug in amazement.
As the train ride nears its end, we pass through an old slag heap from when this scenic train line used to carry copper, not sight-seers. The train track cuts through the heart of the slag heap. And the old train conductor explains, with his thick east coast accent, that the slag is has just been bought by a mining company to sift gold, silver and other raw minerals from it. Bought for 1.5 million dollars. Not bad for an old slag heap from 1911 when this train line was first built.
I hold forth my hand at the slag heap as the trains passes through the carved channel. I will the slag heap to send a healing surge into all aboard this train, pulled by an eagle painted engine car. A sign for yours truly who has an eagle pattern as a natural tattoo in his head from seeing angels in Italy. I see the sparkles of gold float into all of us. Another download.
WINNING A GOLDEN GLOBE
Back to the next morning meditation where I travel beyond the universe: The moist desert air from the train ride with Pat and Steph has done me good. I woke rested from my best sleep so far in Sedona. Usually, the dry desert air and my sinuses issue are a serious problem I battle here in Sedona all night long. Guess I am adapted to a lifetime the humid climates of Lake Michigan and the Pacific.
I record the epic sight of the universe(s) condensed to code with a mental snapshot to review later in hypnosis. I turn from the strange new symbols formed from galaxies to find myself standing at the front entrance of a small shop. I look up at the sign and it says “Golden Age Curiosities”.
A shop bell chimes as I enter the magical little store. The golden light of the shop is something you can feel as well as see.
A young goddess with sandy red hair looks up from her golden cash register. “Welcome to our little shop at the end of the universes. What reality can I help with you, Mr Sheetz?” she says gesturing to golden shelves filled with various realities held suspended in crystal globes.
“Cool,” I say, “I’m looking for something peaceful for Earth but not boring.”
“We don’t do boring, ” says the goddess shopkeeper, taking me by the arm. She guides me a few paces from her counter to browse new realities contained in beautiful globes lining her store’s golden shelves.
“May I suggest our Grecian Reboot model?” the goddess says with a dazzling smile. “Perfect thing for worlds like yours that need major overhaul.”
I am a power shopper in real life and I know when I’ve found the right thing, so I say, “Sold! What’s your name, miss?”
The graceful goddess lifts the Grecian Reboot globe from the shelf as she says, “Helena.”
“Wow. As in Helena of Troy?” I wonder.
“Just Helena,” she giggles, casually boxing my purchase of new reality for earth. Just another day’s work for this goddess.
Pardon my brief detour from recounting the meditation vision of Helena’s store. But as I write this I blog I just researched on Google, our modern Oracle, and I see why Helena giggles at me here in the re-telling of the epic vision. #1 it’s Helen of Troy. #2 Helena is a daughter of Zeus. Some references cite Helena, not as daughter but as a consort to Zeus. Yahoo says Helena was not a goddess of any particular thing. Not anymore.
I also just found the Shakespeare quote top of the blog, all found post-vision and note how amazing it is that it’s from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” here during midsummer in Sedona! All these clues are meant to show me and you, dear reader, to take these vision as real on another plane of reality. This globe of change is real that sweet Helena has gifted us.
I peer into the Grecian Reboot globe and see the Parthenon of Greece, restored to full glory, operating in energetic lockstep with a mock Parthenon in Nashville. A fit to all my recent visions of a Greece that never fell. A lost timeline of a Golden Age that never ended that we are rejoining .
“Will this really do the trick for my messed up world, Helena?”
“We guarantee all our new realities, Mr. Sheetz.” Helena says with a smile that fills my heart with golden light.
The dazzling vision of Helena’s shop fades. I lay contented in bed at the resort in meditation a while longer, awaiting more wonders. Then I realize I am being greedy. How the heck do you top a meditation about a golden globe given to you by the goddess Helena at the end of the universe for rebooting your home planet?
Eat your heart out, Hollywood. No wonder I don’t bother with TV or movies much anymore. Why with the wonders that lie within… free and easy to access? Just a little good breathing, some concentration and, zoom, your off the stars!
I chuckle at my old Matrix greed that lingers and hop from bed a freer man. Time for a bike ride in the desert and then coffee to blog about this while all is fresh in my mind.
Here’s my video about rain in the desert from 2005.