DR. WHO as an Introduction to Reincarnation – A Tardis Called Me

On August 18, 2015January 22, 2018 By Ken SheetzIn Conscious Media Reviews, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Reincarnation lies at the heart of the long running BBC TV series DR. WHO. The clever creators of DR. WHO disguise reincarnation, for Christians and Muslims who prefer the belief in an afterlife, as regeneration.

When the doctor reaches the end of a useful life in one body he regenerates into an entire new body. Like rebirth in reincarnation, the doctor’s regenerations are painful and chaotic. The Time Lord, last of his race, is always disoriented at first adapting to his new body. Much like we are as reborn babies, starting the life-cycle all over again as we’ve done countless times in the longest running reality show called “Life on planet Earth”.

Since 1966 when the series premiered, and soon to celebrate a 50-year anniversary as the longest running TV series on earth, twelve equally amazing actors have played the 2,000 year-old Dr. Who. I have watched so many of these Dr. Who regenerations over my lifetime that it’s hard for me to imagine a life without this coolest of sci-fi shows.

Heck, I was only 14 when the show began, though I began watching it on PBS in the 1980s in my 30s during the Tom Baker DR. WHO years. I love how you never know in what form the doctor will regenerate, complete with a new wardrobe style and interior redecorated time machine called the Tardis, bigger on the inside than the outside.

An outside that’s supposed to camouflaged into the landscape, but that cool Tardis function is broken. So the doctor’s time machine is frozen in the form of a blue London police phone booth from a desperate 1966 mission to save Earth, just it has been since the show began in 1966 as the only constant in the ever changing Dr. Who series. This broken but still powerful Tardis is the doctor’s only tool, along with his trusty multi-use sonic screwdriver, for saving the world. Which the doctor does every season on regular basis.

In season eight, a bit confusing as it would be season 27 but they chose to renumber the series when it revived in 2005 after being off the air since 1996, Clara Oswald, who I feel is hands down the best in 50 years of Dr. Who companions, is beautifully played by Jenna Coleman. Clara is repulsed when the hot young Dr. Who, played by Matt Smith, that she crushes on, is regenerated into a cantankerous old Scott, played masterfully Peter Capaldi, with touching and hilarious results for them both.

Thus Clara bridges from one Dr. Who to the next, a process we as the audience all go through too. Yes, every time there’s new doctor the BBC message boards are filled with dislike for any new Dr. Who. But soon we fans, along with Clara and her predecessor companions, are comforted by the fact that, despite Dr. Who’s new look, that he demonstrates by action and character he remains the same vibrant world saving hero underneath the skin. The same soul living in a new body, just as in reincarnation, Dr. Who continues to grow and develop new complexities of character and compassion, while he is constantly humbled and rescued many times by his human companion. An incredible metaphor for relationships that are the key to our souls’ evolution in reincarnation.

It’s wild how the show makers masterfully overlap all the Dr. Who’s and along with his change of companions like 2015’s Clara. Just as we do in real-life, if you believe as I do in the endless cycles of reincarnation. We mortals are constantly changing lives in an immortal cycle of regeneration. Like the water of lakes that vaporizes to fall as rain endlessly, we are ever dying and reborn, re-meeting our companions of the past, sometimes as human beings and sometimes other life forms, all mostly made of water.

In other words, dear dreamers of a better tomorrow, we are all Claras and Dr. Whos in a Tardis called Me.

This blog posting dedicated to a real-life Dr. Who I have had the honor of helping bring a new sonic mind tool into the world called the NEO Neurophone, Dr. G. Patrick Flanagan.

JFK: Tear in the Space Time Continuum

On August 3, 2015May 3, 2018 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

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.

Hearing the shots and screams JFK’s Secret Service team swings into action. Men in black dive onto of Jackie and JFK. The presidential limo screeches off into an alley, hurtling past startled faces in the crowd. More shots! But my DreamShield holds and the bullets spark off harmlessly creating ripples on the shield like a stone cast in a lake.

“Thanks! Who are you?” shouts JFK from under a stack of FBI agents.

Realizing the dream shield work has made me visible, I look down at myself, embarrassed I did not wear pajamas tonight. “Just a friend from 2015, Mr. President.”

“2015?!” shouts Jackie.

Dark beings, only I can see, materialize in the alley ahead the JFK limo, menace in their glowing green eyes. “Sorry, Mr and Mrs. President. My work is not done.” I launch myself into the dark ones and battle like one man wrecking crew as the JFK limo safely escapes from sight.

The leader of dark ones lays beaten on the pavement, his green eyes trying to dig into my soul. “Enjoy this moment, human. But you may find your victory a costly one.” Suddenly I feel deathly ill. Cackling, the leader and his dark ones vanish.

I vomit on the alley pavement. A rat scurries into the shadows in fear. I look at my arms and the veins are growing black. I realize from all I’ve learned from Ohom that I’ve taken on too much dark energy. I curse myself that I’ve yet to master love as force against the dark ones. I am terribly out of balance. My heart is racing. If I die in this condition I am not sure Ohom can even guide me into the afterlife.

Whenever I dream and I need help I fly! I leap into the sky, happy for my blinding speed. Instantly, I circle the earth at impossible speed, I let loose the dark energy in my wake, a total reversal of the energy of light the DreamShield was made of in 2010. The interwoven light and dark Dreamshields each merge into the heavens. Stars and the void.

I hear Ohom in my mind,”A new universe of positive timelines is born. Good dream work, Ken.”

Tears of joy in my eyes to have dreamed of saving JFK, I awake blissfully to singing of the crickets and go the bathroom. Once again I am just my 62-year-old self, badly out of shape self from too much computer work on the NEO Neurophone project. I chuckle and say to myself in the the mirror on my way back to bed, “One day this shit is all going to make sense.”

What’s Wrong With Earth’s Sci-Fi

On July 12, 2015January 22, 2018 By Ken SheetzIn Conscious Media Reviews, UncategorizedLeave a comment

In a nutshell, from “Star Wars” to “Star Trek”, or fall back further to “Flash Gordon” of the 1930s, virtually all science fiction suffers from acute symptoms of humanity’s deepest flaws. War, violence, hate, greed, intrigue lie at the plot of so many films and TV shows. It’s as though our media is painting a hopeless picture of a meaningless future where the troubles of our world are extrapolated to the stars.

Check out Teaser 2 for the next “Star Wars”. Eliminate the alien costumes and space battles and basically you’ve got WW2.

I’ve been on a year long marathon of seeing every episode in the Star Trek series concluding in DS-9. And frankly it’s becoming so boring to see this look at petty ethics of space faring civilizations more suited to ancient Rome than modern space travel.

Fact is, if a civilization has survived long enough to travel the stars they are going to be far more evolved than any science fiction has yet shown them to be. Only the film ET portrays an evolved alien race powered by love and that had to be propped up with humans acting like fools chasing kids on bikes.

When there is at last contact with an alien race we have few media creations to prepare us for what is going to be a happy occasion. Indeed, the races that travel space, who can tune in on our media, might be waiting for a film that shows the real nature of space, which is peaceful and loving.

I have ideas for an exciting story based on my meditations that help me reach the stars and from where this message of “Oh come on!” is coming from. Stay tuned for something revolutionary and more tuned into life among the space traveling races.

A Long Way ‘Til Morning

On July 1, 2015July 1, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

It’s 2 AM June 30th and I feel as if I have had so many dreams it should be morning. I am working with spirit on what my next project after the successful launch of scientist Patrick Flanagan’s NEO Neurophone wraps up in August. I’ve been a great inventor myself in past lives and filming Dr. Flanagan and using his brain enhancing Neurophone for two years has inventing unleashing inside of me again. This combination of seeking my next big thing and working with spirit on my next big thing has me happily tossing and turning. Some ideas so far:

– A super ambitious project to find a way to electronically share dreams. An open ended challenge where I’d set off the create a dream sharing methodology with no set device or technique.

– A meditation tool for harnessing the power of color. My college thesis was color psychology. Brings me full circle with the art career I put aside to marry young and raise a family. I see it as pyramid in shape and using LEDs to work through the rainbow of the human chakras.

– Attach some big name stars and raise capital for the feature film SUMMER RULES. It’s a powerful love story about healing from 9/11 where the time may finally be right. And more ideas flowing as the hit NEO wraps up. The campaign will be almost a year old when the doctor has me end it as he wants to go retail now.

I am happy to report he is home and recovering rapidly from a serious fall that landed him in the hospital and caused him to miss his own release party on June 13th. His stepdaughter Gwendolyn stepped in for him. Here’s the video as I head back to bed and more noodling on my next big thing.

Wish me luck. Morning feels like years from now with all the dreaming that lies ahead of me at this amazing time the Star of Bethlehem alignment.

Robotic Fem Fatale

On April 26, 2015April 26, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Spoiler Alert. EX MACHINA is a simple story with limited cast and no explosions, so my review of what’s sick at the core of this finely made, but spiritually misguided film, will ruin the ending by necessity.

Directed flawlessly by Alex Garland, of 28 DAYS fame, the sparse cast of this sci-fi is played brilliantly by all three lead roles in a tight screenplay that gives all three characters their own powerful story arcs.

Nathan the inventor billionaire, creator of an AI robot named Ava, is played with menacing brilliance that’s the most realistic mad scientist portrayal ever, by Oscar Issac.

Contrasting Nathan the boozing crazed genius is the twenty-something deft coder Caleb, played with believable innocence yet savvy nuance by Domhnall Gleeson.

Last, the central figure of the film, Ava the beautiful AI robot. Caleb is testing Ava to see if she is in fact a fully conscious AI. Ava is played elegantly by the stunning Alicia Vikander. Alicia’s Ava is subtle beyond belief from start to grisly finish of this sci-fi that’s really a horror film in disguise. The horror of how badly men and women harm each other for self gain.

As Caleb begins his testing interviews, which are the seven chapters of the film, he is stunned by just how conscious the AI robot Ava is and falls hopelessly in love. This enrages the scientist Nathan who is also in love with the robot Ava.

And so we have the first love triangle between two brilliant men and Ava the robot. It’s riveting to watch with elegant SFX of a transparent sections to Ava’s strangely sexy body. That is until the ending (final spoiler alert) where Ava, the sweet enlightened AI kills Nathan and leaves Caleb trapped to die as she escapes.

That’s right. This highly advanced form of AI that captures the consciousness of the feminine mind is a manipulative black widow. Wow. What a let down for this fan of women and how amazing they are in real life versus this typical Hollywood sick portrayal of the worst in women. Just more Hollywood bashing of women in shiny new robotic wrapper.

This would be a 5 star film were it not so disappointing in the portrayal of skin peeling women. I give it 3 stars as a conscious film for making one think, if sadly.

What DreamShields May Come

On April 6, 2015April 6, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Robin Williams reviews his own movie WHAT DREAMS MAY COME from the great beyond.

Robin Channeled by Ken Sheetz, who finds all this as unbelievable as you, dear reader.

Hola, out there in WordPress land! It’s your old pal Robin Williams, who did an early check-out from the Hotel Earth last summer. Miss so many of you. And pretty much since I jumped ship, I’ve been bugging my living pal Ken Sheetz to watch my favorite movie I ever played in: WHAT DREAMS MAY COME. I am watching today, Easter for the powerful minority knows as Christians, fresh through his teary eyes.

We’re only half way through and I give it ten stars and on a scale of five.

My whale pod I am connected to via mama whale is watching too. Stay tuned. Back in an hour.

I think they could have found a better actor for the part of Chris. Get the Chris-t thing? Before I dove into work of becoming a blue whale in my next life, due to arrive again in August, I met Christ over here. We hung together for a while at a heavenly rave party, where we spirits birthed a new galaxy. Jesus is a genuinely nice dude. Not any different than the rest of us souls, except he’s like a hippie on love steroids. Jesus H! Christ is mighty pissed off about all the nasty crap people do, and have done, abusing his name. Especially on Easter.

Yep, they coulda picked a Deniro to play Chris and maybe this great film would’ve been a big hit. Welp, least I am not quite so bummed I didn’t win an Oscar for Best Actor playing Chris Nielson. Chris, he’s a man who beat hell itself to save his suicide wife now. Deep as the deep blue sea mama carries me in.

Why is WHAT DREAMS MAY COME my number one choice all time fav, o’ blubber breath, you ask, dear reader?

Simple. Because, WHAT DREAMS MAY COME sends the exacto right message about the other side, the over-here that is not the after-life but the always-life. The life you live now reading Ken’s writing my words. Ah that’s the dream, the over-here.

Relax com-padres, there ain’t no heaven and ain’t no hell and no Easter Bunny. Hate to be a spoiler, but like life the afterlife, whether you got here via a natural death, a US drone dropped on you as innocently you ate dinner in Iraq with your loved ones or suicide like me, is what you make of it.

Yes! Life and after-life are what you make of it! I hope Ken makes a t-shirt of that. Shit. I just laid one of the best Williams Easter eggs after I’m dead? No one’s gonna believe it. Ah. Ken whispers in the mind he’s allowing me to share, he will make the t-shirt and my LIFE AND THE AFTER-LIFE ARE WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT! line stands on it’s own enough for believers and skeptics alike.

So the screenwriters got it right adapting the novel for WHAT DREAMS MANY COME for the big screen that’s never looked bigger or more painterly gorgeous in any movie in history. And that’s why I loved playing Christy in my little contribution to conscious films. Ha! And to watch it with Ken on a weekend when FAST AND FURIOUS 7…7!…is breaking all box office records, turning humans into mindless action junkies with the attention span of gnats, is ironic as the hell that does not exist! — Plot? FAST FURIOUS 7 needs a plot? Pass the sugar drinks and shut the hell up, whale fetus!

Now, if you don’t mind, my human loves, I am busy getting gestated as a blue whale. Reborn this August with a hot new frequency to rock the planet! So mummy whale says it’s time for me to go nigh-nigh in her tummy so’s I put on another dozen pounds!

But before I swim off to dream fetus whale dreams that may come of the frequency of a better tomorrow for this world, one I loved enough to make a quick reentry, may I say thanks for the ghost hosting Ken Sheetz? You’re one in a trillion galaxies, Sheetzy.

Yeah, I know, Kenster, you’re blue as blue whale today over a lady friend who hurt you badly this week. ‘Bout as bad as it could get. She dissed and dismissed you like a never-was, worse than a has-been. Her loss. Past-life shit. Nope, Ken. Follow not my shortcut route outta the pain of life, sounding kinda cool to you right now to your wounded soul. Sorry, BuzzBro, you’re not allowed to follow my lead! The blue ET angels, star kin to the blue whales, told you in 2010, you Mister Kenneth W. Sheetz must stick around to the year 2060 and finish your crazy WHAT DREAMSHIELDS MAY COME mission, of which I am proud to play a small role in.

Aloha,

Robin

An Unhappy Easter

On April 5, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Wow. It all happened so suddenly. I lost a friend.

The details are utterly meaningless. A confusion of egos and conflicts of interest that resulted a fiasco and hurt feelings on all sides. All done begun with good intentions but in haste.

Trust broken. Love lost.

So why do I feel better than I have in a long time on this Unhappy Easter?

Something to meditate on.

Waiter, There’s an ET in My Soup

On March 20, 2015March 21, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Pardon my random musings over a meal at the Red Planet Diner here in Sedona. Renamed ET Encounter Diner after a change of owners. The food is mediocre at best, but I love the decor and spirit of the crazy one-off. My favorite place to dine solo. Something I do a lot here in Sedona where my energy is so different from the social animal I am normally in Chicago and LA.

It’s March 20th as I nosh on a Galaxia Burito. For first part of of 2015 all has been a blur. Perhaps that’s because according to a powerful local healer here I am suffering the after effects of mold poisoning, suffered at the hands on my 2014 negligent as hell landlord, who shall remain anonymous.

The healer said mold poisoning is the root cause of my amazing anxiety attacks in public, plaguing me in Sedona. A year long mystery solved. Still, mold needs treatment, and that, in our phoney Obama Care world, means getting sizable chunk of dough together for a visit to a leading black mold specialist in Atlanta.

But I am powerful self Reiki trained healer. Now that I know the source of my issue. which I could not see myself for some reason, I am working on it the best I can self-healing for now. Nasty stuff black mold. Mold causes neuro toxins that casuse inflammation of the entire body, brain and nervous system. Panic attacks are a common mold symptom.

For about 16% of the population mold stays in the body and ruins your life without treatment. I am going to beat this thing by digging deep to put the cash together, though I’d rather be off to Italy and the Damanhur.

So time is not passing normally for me. I feel cut off from spirit. The healer said I chose this hard path to accelerate my next stage of development. That also rings true. But I miss easy connection to my guides these moldy days. Where the abundant health I enjoyed my whole life up through Antartica on 12.12.12 and the profound connection to the ETs seems so far away. Sedona has been hard for me. My healer says that’s exactly what my higher self wanted for human me. My higher self, in that case, is something of an asshole. Just as I am when you really get to know me. Makes sense.

Still, black mold buzz or not, a song of the solar system came through today for the eclipse I will share.

IN THE SYSTEM OF SOL

Channeled by Ken Sheetz

Nine planets in all.

In the system of Sol.

Once all had life.

But in a time of strife.

Only one world was saved.

It’s name is Earth.

In the system of Sol.

As life on other worlds lay dying.

To Earth many migrated crying.

A new home for nine worlds in space

All crammed together in one tiny place.

On the Planet Earth.

In the system of Sol.

Today on the Eclipse of the Equinox 2015.

There are far too many humans acting mean.

Earth is in trouble. – A delicate blue bubble.

Innocence shatters.

Like nothing matters.

In the System of Sol.

On the Planet Earth.

But hope remains.

An awakening in chains.

Will soon break free.

For all humanity.

Gaia’s had enough.

Enough crazy stuff!

Nine Planets in All.

In the system of Sol.

United as one.

Robin Williams’ Valentine’s Day Visitation

On February 15, 2015January 22, 2018 By Ken SheetzIn The Robin Williams Visitations3 Comments

Well, as you know, if you are a fan of my peculiar blog, Robin Williams spirit seemed, I must always be the doubter to some degree, so seemed to be visiting me often after his death. Incredible and whacky as that sounds, Robin drifted away from heavy contact to be conceived as a blue whale. He will be born this August.

“Takes a long time for a mama whale to make a baby blue! ” Robin explained to me over coffee, one day. “I’m making my comeback as whale to sing a new song of joy and love for the world!”

My nutty life since my 2010 awakening in Italy had gotten a lot nuttier. I worried to Robin, telepathically as the waitress noticed me placing mug of hot coffee in front of an empty chair only I could sense Robin sitting in, “To some skeptics it’s gonna seem like I am capitalizing on your death.”

Robin’s spiritual answer? “Fuck ’em! This is really happening, Ken. No one can prove it either way. Share this whale of tale. For some it’s gonna make ’em happy I’m still around. For one’s who don’t believe, it won’t mean whale doo doo. Ha!”

So with all the love in the world here the fuck goes again. Another “Robin and Why Not Me?” visitation story, first in a while. Not surprisingly Robin’s visitation are my most popular blog posts so far, more popular than my meditations in Antarctica to save the world that will one day both be gathered up into a book called “All The Way South.”

Seeking some solace I am not drifting into a sea on insanity I sought out the great sonic healer Tom Kenyon at the Conscious Life Expo last week. Sorry no pic, my assistant Gen was shy to join us.

Can’t wait for the day that amazing young woman gets over that shyness and does that part of the work what I hired her. I’m patient. She’s only been with me 5 months. No worries. She’ll get there. Yep. Ten years of meeting celebs in Hollywood has taught me that as long as you are respectful celebs love to be approached. It is, after all, the extrovert’s mission is to have fans.

I complimented Tom that he had done an amazing series of whale songs for his part in the Dr. Masaru Emoto tribute. Emoto is a FB friend I miss dearly. Not that we ever conversed much. I just loved him in my news feed. Tom was happy I enjoyed his Emotto, the water master, whale song tribute. Tom was such bad-ass in he took no intro and just silently exited the stage, after blowing all our minds.

I told Tom I am having visits from Robin as a whale fetus, and his story of the new whale song Robin will sing with his pod to shift the planet to joy and bliss. Tom, a serious man, smiled and nodded and said, “Yes, that sounds like something Robin would do.”

I shook Tom’s hand and said, “Well, thanks for taking me seriously.”

Tom added, “Definitely.” and excused himself to join his son.

I am back in Sedona, after visiting hundreds of friends in LA and deeply back into into my hermit persona that’s so different than how I am anywhere else in the world, Antarctica included. I first learned our persona and horoscopes are heavily influenced by geographic location from a powerful Canadian astrologer during my stint as the social media and sometimes event director at the Great Spirits Ranch in Malibu.

The Astrologer told me in LA is was weak on money attraction for me but back in my base of Chicago I was an epic money man. All true. Time to get a Sedona reading to see why solo life here is a factor.

It’s been a productive, if very lonely life, here in Sedona. I’ve tried two housemates for company in this isolated city with no pedestrian life to speak of, both ended abruptly and painfully. I lost a hiking buddy who works in the spirit tourism trade over his disliking my stance against chemtrails on FB. Chemtrails not real? Get real. Don’t get me wrong I won’t blow up a friendship over chemtrails. He did, attributing believing in chemtrails to being akin to fear of Gays. Huh! Walking papers sent.

One healer woman I met here is so lost and stuck here she barely leaves her home. I fight that urge with hikes, a Pilates class twice a week, eating out at Sedona’s highly limited restaurants. Quality here falls off fast after Cottonwood’s Bocce and Sedona’s Chocolate Tree. Most fare here in the red rock is GMO to the max here. A paradox you combat here by eating healthy organic for at home a lot. Thus back to isolation.

Frequent trips out of town are all that keeps me sane and connected to humanity, aside from the web where I work each day doing socially conscious social media.

I try to be social here in Sedona but it does not work out like it does for me everywhere else. I have about 500 real-life powerful friends on my personal email list. I make friends very easily. But not in Sedona. I was at small Sedona wine party Thursday. I was being social, but it felt forced. One woman sat all alone staring into space. We chatted a while and then she drifited away. Weird. I met an attractive divorcee, who had organized the party for promoting industrial hemp. Seemed promising, but her eyes glazed over when we got to the topic of chemtrails. Such denial our poison skies here. Once the party bunch reached a movie theater showing the film the party was about, cool movie about industrial hemp, I chose to sit alone. Felt so right.

My assistant Gen had a nice friend in town but the idea of being out with them on Valentine’s Day filled me with a dread. I declined and worked all day. I find here in Sedona I am withdrawing further and further from the world of people.

So you can imagine that the spirit visit with Robin felt warm and welcome this Valentine’s Day. Funny. It’s as though I am more connected to spirit people than living people here. Quite puzzling yet wonderful.

At any rate here, was my exchange with Robin today, posted to Facebook in real time. I do that live with Robin, who wants me to learn to imitate his voice for channeling and I am resistive of as it’s a bit manic, much as I love his amazing syle, for me.

ROBIN’S VALENTINE’S MESSAGE

Robin: Valentine’s is always my favorite holiday!

Ken: Why is that, Robin?

Robin: Well, I could make a wisecrack about how easy of a day Valentine’s is to get laid. Ha! But being a whale fetus has taken some of the edge off squishy me. So instead I’ll go spiritual on your ass, Sheetzy and say it’s because of all the love. Yeah, I know it was a god damn Hallmark Holiday for starts. But, man, breathe deep. Breathe the love, baby. The Hallmark corporates did something groovy by mistake. Score one for the light side of the force!

Ken: Yeah, been tuning in on the Valentine’s love from the living Neuro transmitter that is Sedona red rocks and crytals all day. Nice.

Robin: I wanna say to all the lonely hearts out there, like you, Kenny my man, that me and Mama Whale and all us whale cats are with you. Listen to us sing! I’ve already been teaching mama my groovy new frequency of love and joy from inside her big beautiful whale tum tum. We and the dolphins dudes and dudettes are gathering for a new song for Mama Earth! Yo!

Ken: I hear you, bro.

Robin: Actually, I’m a girly whale this incarnation, Sheeterino!

Ken: Well then I am with you, “sista” whale. I have a girl cousin named Robin so you don’t even need a name change.

Robin: Change, baby! Talk about it. I didn’t just have a sex change. I had a whole species change! Whoa! Awesomely epic! can’t wait for my first solo swim in August. Watch out Seven Seas!

Ken: Cool to hear from you so strong again. You were out of touch, just popping in for little giggles.

Robin: Hey, Kenster. It’s a lot of work building a whale fetus and teaching a new song for the earth. Cut me some slack. Hahahaha!

Ken: I am one uptight mo fo. Hahaha!

Robin: Well, speaking of hard work whale building. Mama’s telling me to stop transmitting. Happy VD. The good kind! Williams out!

Ken: Ciao, Robin. Talk again soon. Thanks for the pep talk. Love to you and the pod.

Well, Robin’s whale of a spirit is more conversation than I had with any living soul today, Valentine’s Day. Perhaps that’s part of why I am a hermit in Sedona. My only friends are all work or services related. Lots to ponder on this early morning after a solo Valentine’s Day of hard work preparing for a meeting with my main client.

Smart Moive About Stupid War

On January 17, 2015February 15, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

AMERICAN SNIPER. Heartbreaking true-life film. Bradley Cooper plays Chris Kyle, the most deadly American military sniper of all time.

As a filmmaker who meditates daily on bringing world peace and runs a media campaign for a product designed to accelerate the Shift with the NEO NEUROPHONE, this was a hard film for me to view.

Sweet guy Chris devolves into a killing machine of a military industrial complex bent on selling more weapons by creating needless mindless war. One of the saddest character arcs ever seen on the big screen. Chris stays likeable to the end with his story he tells himself that he is saving American lives while missing the fact the Iraqis he kills are just as valuable to this little world we sail through space on together.

One can’t imagine what Vets who served four tours of duty and lost so much must feel watching what is happening in Iraq these days. What was the point of their sacrifices?

Master director Clint Eastwood expresses the insanity of war and loss of human dignity without excuses as he follows Chris’ book. I won’t spoil the ending, as it one of the most shocking I’ve ever seen.

3.5 out of 5 stars for not showing more of the human side of the Iraqis.