I had one of my most epic nights of dream work during the recent blue moon. A dream mission to repair a giant tear in the space time continuum, the assassination of JFK.

In dream I hurtle back in time to November 23, 1963. Reaching this tragic day in American history, I find myself standing on streets of Dallas before an old Zenith television store window, filled with blinking old TV sets playing 1962 TV shows. Ohom, my 7 foot tall blue skinned ET guide, invisible to all but me, waves his hand and the old tube TVs unite to show me a giant screen view of earth from space filled with equations written in the stars.  Some equations are in white letters while other are highlighted in red. No scientist, I nonetheless I understand the complex formulas’ meanings intuitively.

Ohom points to the earth/star chart and says, “11.23.62 represents a major rupture in the mutli-verse space time continuum. Note, Ken, what is remarkable about your timeline repair mission is that in all the billions of timelines going forward from the JFK take-out point is that JFK survives in none.”

“JFK, dead in all these timelines? That’s impossible in Quantum physics,” I say, anger at the dark forces creeping into my voice.

“Yes, the JKF timeline tampering by the dark forces evidence is clear as the night of the blue moon out your Sedona bedroom window,” says Ohom, proud of his human counterpart. “Kennedy was far from the perfection you all projected upon him, but his death ended humanity’s best motivator for space exploration and the evolution of a peace loving earth. So the dark forces are taking no chances and sought to end JFK’s survival in any and all timelines.”

“Don’t these evil jerks ever give up?” I gripe to Ohom.

“In a word, no.  And there is nothing inherently evil in these “jerks”.  Evil is your name for out-balance. — Your DreamShield planetary healing mission, far more dangerous and exciting that the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE film you saw today as an activation of certain skills you need for saving JFK, should you choose to accept it, Ken, is to save JFK for a host of timelines.  If you succeed you will turn the tables on the endless war machine America has become and channel that energy into making earth a interstellar traveling world.”

“Ohom, usually you don’t give me this much orientation.  What’s up?” I say as respectfully as I can while getting my point across.

“This timeline repair work requires all the lucid dream skills I’ve taught you, Ken.  The stakes are high.”

“How high?”

“If you die in this dream rescue of JFK you will die in bed.  So are you 100% sure you want this mission?” says Ohom, his kind blue insectoid face troubled.

“Ohom, as a kid I loved JFK and all he stood for. To save President Kennedy in multiple timelines is an honor to attempt, even if I fail. I can think of worse places to die than home in bed.” I say bravely smiling up at Ohom as an old prop plane sails in the Dallas sky above his smiling blue face.

“The dark energies will be more intense on the JFK timeline restoration mission than any dream work you’ve done since the 2011 when you facilitated closing the Bermuda Triangle, Ken.  And, as always, none but a faint few of your fellow humans, will believe, as you’ve seen with Antarctica, believe that you have done anything at all, let alone the huge positive impact this will have on your timeline where JFK will remain assassinated in your history. But the positive shifts will be felt almost instantly.”

I nod and the giant Ohom takes me into a buzzing hug.  His blue wings a flutter in the Dallas breeze. I feel the sandpaper like gem encrusted texture of his turquoise robe against my cheek and recall the shock of my first time meeting of Ohom in a little yoga hall in Italy in 2010.  The first five years of my 50 year mission have passed so fast and so amazingly.  I feel new abilities and powers flowing though me from Ohom’s embrace.  This is more than a hug, it’s an epic upgrade!

“My dream team and I will be watching over you to guide you to the next life should you fail and die in bed, Ken.  As always, Ken, we cannot assist directly in human affairs.  Now go save JFK!” says Ohom, vanishing in sparkling swirl of energy.

I head up the street for sounds of the cheering crowd.  JFKs motorcade nears and I am filled with such joy to see my childhood hero JFK’s very much alive beaming smile!

I make myself invisible to crowd, JFK and Jackie, the Secret Service and the many gunmen I sense have a bead on the president and his wife Jackie. I slip unseen into JFKs limo and erect a dream shield above all our heads at the exact instant the assassins fire. This force field like is nothing like anything I ever since in film or literature, ripping and pulsating with white and black waves of energy.  It easily deflects the bullets meant for JFK.  Each ripple of black and white energy represent a new timeline I am creating on this dream mission.