Water Wand

On August 25, 2013May 3, 2014 By Ken SheetzIn DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends”

― Wisdom of Gandalf from J.R.R. Tolkien’s, “The Two Towers”

By Ken Sheetz

I meditate this morning on putting out the raging California fires, some 56 of them. One of which has sent San Fransisco into a state of emergency. I use the giant 300 mile long version of a red magnetic magic wand from my childhood once again. It’s proven a faithful effective visualization tool in my planetary meditations for water healings I’ve been doing all week.

Since I am not done with meditations for cleaning Fukushima radiation in the Pacific yet, a series of 12 meditations the guides say are needed for that mess, I will the wand down from the dream shield, powered by the collective consciousness, which hovers at the edge of space. The dream shield is a tool of awesome positive power that I was blessed to work with ETs of the Orion star system to activate in 2010, precisely for urgent planetary emergencies like this one. The biosphere dream device can handle anything space tosses at us or we toss at ourselves.

I send the water wand plunging into the Atlantic. The wand turns from red to blue as it magnetically draws in seawater. The 300 miles long wand sucks in a great deal of water. Next, I levitate the water-soaked magnetic wand from the Atlantic ocean and begin to transport it to California. Not surprisingly, the wand is heavy and clumsy to levitate, holding many tons of water. With concentration the wand slowly makes its way over the US for the San Fransisco area, where millions are threatened. It is Sunday morning August 25th about 5 AM. A galactic portal day, many are saying on Facebook.

As I slowly carry the fire fighting energy of the Atlantic to California, I think back on my asking my brother Fred to help in this DreamShield powered meditation last night. Fred flatly turns me down, saying he is not ready to join me in planetary meditations, not now, perhaps never. That hurt, but I respect this work is not for everyone. Not even my brother.

Me right with Mom and Fred, circa 1950 — Me right with Mom and Fred, circa 1959

Fred and I have a lot healing to do with each other from a childhood where both our parents often pitted us, brother against brother. Fred told me last night once how, when I was senior in high school and he was a freshman, that I passed him in the hallway without saying hi. That hurt him deeply. I don’t recall the instance fully. Most likely, I was just preoccupied. I have mild ADD and I do not do well spotting people in crowds. But Fred’s reaction tells me he is carrying guilt of some kind.

Before I can dig into what that guilt might be, my brother asks if he might visit me in Sedona for a week for my September birthday coming up soon. Well, it was more like Fred me told me at first. Fred can be forceful at times. But Fred saw he was for once and apologized for being pushy. I reassure Fred I am happy he is coming.

Next day, I make plans to house Fred at the resort in his own room. Love my bro, but a week in same room is not my idea of fun. I will be working in advance with angel channel Mica Monet, my beautiful Sedona spirit friend, on healing the complex relationship I have with my brother Fred.

My brother Fred tells me that he wants to come to Sedona because he is awakening to new realms and abilities that began to emerge 2 weeks ago. He asks guidance and support from me, his closest relative aside from his son Joey and our mother. Fred says he also hopes to have a chance to meet my friend and client inventor Patrick Flanagan. I warn Fred I can make no promises about Patrick’s busy schedule.

A simple welder all these many years, by choice, Fred put aside college and a brilliant life as a scientist. Why? To follow in our bipolar father’s footsteps as a tradesman. Nobel hands on work, but the world was cheated of much of Fred’s genius when he dropped out of college. If Patrick is free to meet Fred it will prove an eye opener for my brother to speak with a man who has dedicated his life to inventing holistic remedies and is considered a reincarnation of Nikola Tesla.

Fred was smarter than me in school by far. Too bright for the normal classes that I could barely get by in, Fred took all the advanced classes. Then he turned his back on it all, just to be near dad in the trades. Fred’s reward was to be tormented by our bipolar father on the job. One time my father, as a prank, electrified a large metal container Fred was inside of welding. Fred was nearly electrocuted and never trusted my father again. I distanced myself from my wild father once I grew up, while Fred held him close.

I am happy that Fred is beginning to invent things again, for the first time since we were kids. He is working on a solar steam device and I have been lending him a little financial support, paying back some of the money he loaned me to chase my dream of being a Hollywood director. The least I can do.

For now, however, there is a fury in my brother that radiates from him. You can imagine it’s tough getting back on his true path at the tender age of 59. And, just as with my 2010 awakening, many in the family feel my brother has lost his mind. Why chase inventing versus the solid paychecks of welding as he’s been doing for nearly 40 years, they wonder?

Awakening has been overwhelming for my brother these past few weeks. Fred experiences a wild sense of euphoria mixed with fear and calls me every few hours; compared to our normal once a week hour-long calls. It’s been a strain on me. A part of my recent exhaustion. Fred’s intensely digs deep into things in ways that are hard for my active, less scientific mind to comprehend.

For 3 years the angels have been telling me one of my jobs, as an early awakened soul will be to help the new people waking up. I just never expected that work be this personal. My dear brother, a Gemini with a dualistic nature that has always baffled me. It’s going to be a challenge. But one I am up for here in Sedona with many angels both earthly and otherwise to help me.

On the phone Fred sounds like he’s drinking more than usual. And for a few moments I hear my father’s voice within Fred’s. An other worldly mix of anger and hope at war. A voice I don’t like hearing as my father beat me daily. Dad even broke my arm once by tossing me into a wall when I lashed back at his abuse with a punch to his jaw. I was nine.

On my 12th birthday my father nearly killed me with a belt beating. The crime did not fit my father’s belt lashing. I had hit my baby brother for teasing me. I didn’t like the savings bond gift Dad had got me. I wanted a spaceship toy. For hitting my baby brother Bruce my father goes berserk. Fred tells me, he is 10 at the time, that he feels so helpless as my father lashes me. It is like witnessing firsthand the horrific scene from Gibson’s Christ in the Passion, blood flows from my back to stain my white T-shirt. It takes both my mother and grandmother diving on my crazed father’s back to save my life.

As Fred recounts my sad birthday story from his point of view, he confesses to me for the first time that dad never even spanked him his whole life. Whereas I was beaten badly so often I’ve lost count. I process that revelation for an entire day and next day tell Fred he can feel free of any guilt about his free pass with Dad. Fred took plenty of mental abuse like some sort of co-conspirator/informant. I forgive my brother and feel his relief over the phone. He chokes back with tears his thanks.

Despite all this, my dear brother Fred struggles now with the fact I carry no more anger about our bipolar dad, resulting from my healing work that has gone on for 20 years and concluded here in Sedona with the help of many. Our brotherly rage fest with our father was always something we shared in common. Fred feels alone with his rage now and my breaking of wicked conspiratorial bonds he had to my dad. Fred’s had a powerful psychic surgery from our talks. His healing will take time. And beautiful Sedona will help when he visits me for more pleasant birthday than my twelfth.

Fred tells me he is bringing an old family album with him on his visit to me in Sedona. He says there is a horrific picture where my father’s “demon” was caught on film. I tell Fred there is no such thing as demons. Only repressed anger. But what’s in a name? Anger is a powerful negative force, if left untreated, a devil that wrecks all around us. But I bravely tell Fred I will look at the album to help heal my brother carrying so much shame about not being beaten the way I was. I already know that I will have no anger and fear looking at the photo, even if dad has horns in the photos. Those days of fearing my dad and raging on him are past for me. Fred and I will find a new more positive common ground in our life.

Lost in these thoughts of my brother’s rapid and sudden healing, I drop the water wand as it is passes over Arizona. Rather than get mad at myself, as I might in the past, or even blame Fred for his painful distractions, I send the wand back to the Atlantic and start the meditation over.

dolphin fire fighters — “Dolphin Firefighters” by Ken Sheetz

At last the Atlantic waters of the wand finally reaches the fires of California raging outside San Fransisco. A team of electric dolphins leap from the Pacific, grateful for the Fukushima meditations, join the Atlantic waters and pull a wave of the water soaring into the wall of flame. Living redwoods join to battle the fire by diverting rivers. It’s more epic the LTOR. And the fire dies in a cloud of steam.

I know Patrick Flanagan, who is in California now visiting the Napa Valley, with his amazing wife Stephanie, are both somehow joining this planetary meditation. Ha. They thought they were taking a vacation to the wine country. Angels work in funny ways.

Friday my brother received a gift from me of Megahydrate, an amazing health supplement of Pat’s Phisciences.com. Fred, a heavy smoker, tells me gratefully he feels the hydration instantly in his eyes and dry mouth. Cancer thrives in dehydration, I see in this meditation. Patrick’s gift may then save my smoker brother’s life. No wonder he wants to meet him so badly he is traveling all the way from Wisconsin, our family home.

Patrick’s amazing products are a prime example of how these meditations manifest in ways that our world can facilitate. Earth is, in fact, a manifesting machine. Our thoughts are things and we have far more power to shape this reality than we know.

The fire meditation a success, I find myself in a dream of a rehearsal of a young black singer. He’s a homeless kid I discovered to carry on the work of Michael Jackson. He looks a lot like the young MJ. He sings a newly discovered Jackson song that Michael wrote before his death. It’s angelic. I am blessed to still hear it echo in my mind as a I write you, dear reader. I am in tears as the young man finishes the love song called “Marlene”. I take the homeless MJ kid into a hug. He smells bad and it’s a grimy hug. Waking, I realize it’s a metaphor for my healing brother Fred who will bring a new song to the world from old steam power.

As I write to you, dear reader, I am having an open eye vision that makes it hard to see what I type. It’s a double-exposure where I walk the moist charred fire baked floor of the California forest. Steam mist rises into the air. The fires are out. San Fransisco lies safe in the distance. I again find myself hoping, as I have for three years now, that one day my brother Fred will join me in these amazing, if exhausting, meditations.

And then the ET angel Ohom of the Orion star system asks me to get out of bed and walk to the window of my Sedona area room here in Cottonwood at a cozy B&B called the Desert Rose. It’s time for some confirmation my meditations are real Ohom kids me, knowing I still harbor some doubts. I throw open the little bedroom window. I laugh at what the water wand dropped here from the Atlantic. It is raining in the desert. The first morning rain in my six month stay. Rain soon to visit California.

Enjoy my meditation video about healing fire with the amazing singer/actor Lynda Valliche. It worked here in Arizona, it will work for California.

WINNING A GREEK GOLDEN GLOBE

On August 18, 2013October 10, 2019 By Ken SheetzIn Conscious Media Reviews, DreamShield, The Shift, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!

To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
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.

WE INTERUPT KEN’S MORNING SLEEP TO BRING YOU AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

On August 12, 2013August 12, 2013 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

“That’s all an angel is… an idea of God.” – Meister Eckhart

By Ken Sheetz

Monday morning, August 12, 2013. Passing on a huge ET angelic message I received at sunrise this morning, here in Sedona where I am on location filming THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. I was not in meditation. The powerful message from my ET angels, blue beings 7 foot tall from the Orion star system woke me from a light sleep state.

“A joyous morning to you, Ken Sheetz. Share the news today in your work: The dawn of the Golden Age is at hand!”

The angel is in a joyous state of bliss, while yours truly is tired and grouchy, still mourning the loss of a dear aunt this weekend. I don’t see the angel, this is all auditory transmission in my mind. I sleepily ask, “Who is sending this message?”

“You know me as Gabriele. I was one of the three in Italy who awakened you for this mission of the DreamShield.” Gabriele is referring to the epic Italy vision of May 5, 2010 where three seven-foot blue ET angels ignite a force field about the planet. A vision that changed my life in ways I am still feeling. And not all of them good. At least on the surface.

“Hello, Gabriele. Wait. Aren’t you the angel that’s supposed to trumpet the END of the world?” I say, wishing the excited angel would just vanish and let me go back to sleep.

“The old age is done. My new job is heralding the new world’s birth,” says Gabriele patiently.

“Great. If I post this on Facebook can I go back to sleep?” I say.

“Of course!” says Gabriele.

“Before you fly; how long until we start seeing some serious changes to this reality?” I ask in my mind, where all this talk is occurring in the early dawn.

“Within six months you will see transformation take hold,” says Gabriele. The great angel sounds amused at my suspicious nature.

“How much change are we talking?” I ask, looking to pin the angel down. “I’ve been getting messages like this for 39 months and, to b the work is getting on my nerves. A lot of people, including my two adult kids who are on hiatus, think I’ve gone nutso.”

“Their doubts will soon vanish,” says Gabriele brightly.

“And then there’s my uncle who invested in my film career who is not thrilled I put that career on hold to assist blue ET angels with the shift. Spreading your message will not help them, or my lost investors in Chicago, feel warm and fuzzy about me. — Sorry to be so grouchy, Gabriele. It’s Monday morning and I stayed up too late playing video game to forget about losing an aunt who loved me my whole 60-year life.”

I am depressed from spending hours on the phone this weekend, comforting many family who are ashamed and outraged that one our own met such an unseemly death in the Milwaukee County Hospital. So much for Obama Care.

I angrily go on explaining to the angel, “My poor Aunt Alice was put through the ringer of our Matrix society. Diabetes, poverty. She died in coma like a human guinea pig.”

“Alice is with us now. Do not despair, Ken Sheetz,” says Gabriele with great kindness.

But I remain ambivalent and say in my mind, “Give me some help in the sanity column here, Gabriele. I know your life span is infinite, but we fleshies live short lives. Even only six months seems like forever to us. Especially when so much was promised and so little has happened since 12.21.12. How much change are we going to see in this next six months?”

“Rest assured there will be dramatic positive change. Rejoice, Ken Sheetz, and share the happy news to your loved ones on the web. Farewell.”

The angel Gabriele is gone before I can say my goodbyes. Perhaps they did not want to hear me gripe anymore. Skeptical as I am at this stage, I still feel a tiny spark of hope from the angelic connection and go back to sleep.

Now I am up and writing of this, still in a rotten mood over the loss of my dear aunt in such a tragic fashion. But here goes as I promised Gabriele:

The dawn of the Golden Age is at hand!

I need coffee. Mondays.

AGENT SMITH ESCAPES THE MATRIX

On August 9, 2013August 10, 2013 By Ken SheetzIn DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, The Shift, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“A dream ain’t over ’til I say so.” – Ken Sheetz AKA Agent Smith

I dream this morning that I am in a training camp for psychic warriors of the Shift. I swim in the left lane bedside three other students in a roped off area of the Pacific Ocean near Hawaii. Logs block the path of our swim lanes. All four of we swimmers of spirit easily manage to turn the logs to open our lanes with our minds. We all keep swimming steadily forward through the intricate oceanic obstacle course. Dolphins cheer us on doing stunts and squeak calls.

Sub Levitation — See more of my vision art at DreamShield.org

A submarine surfaces, blocking my swim lane. “Part of the test?” I wonder to the other swimmers.

“I don’t think so.” says a young woman about my age. I’m seventeen in this dream. The age I train and become life guard in Milwaukee, where I save 17 kids in real life.

The sub turret guns spin for us. I realize the enemy is out to kill we young psychic warriors before we can complete our training. I hold forth a hand from the ocean and will the sub to lift from the sea. “It’s huge. Bigger than I can lift!” I shout to the other three students.

“You can do it, Ken! Raise it from the sea and crush it like a clam shell,” shouts the young beauty with hair as red as the rocks of Sedona.

I strain with all my might but I am only able to lift the bow of the sub from the sea. “Too big!” I shout, happy now at least the sub’s guns can’t target us. But I am not sure how long I can keep us safe from the malevolent nuclear sub.

SLEEPLESS IN SEDONA

I awake from the dream in Sedona in a light sweat. I realize it’s not a dream. It’s a repressed memory coming to the surface. I close my eyes and I see Morpheus smile at me. “Welcome back to Sedona, Agent Smith,” the gap toothed Morpheus congratulates me.

FirefoxScreenSnapz065 — THE FALANAGAN EXPERIMENTS stars Stephanie Sutton and super scientist Patrick Flanagan

Morpheus is referring to a dinner I had yesterday in Sedona, after a lovely tour, where I was photographer for Patrick Flanagan and his wife Stephanie Sutton,of PhiSciences, whose newlywed niece was visiting with her Italian husband and best man from Italy. I explain over salad I used to be so deep in the Matrix before leaving Chicago real estate to be a Hollywood filmmaker, that the character I most related to from the film trilogy, THE MATRIX, was Agent Smith. Stephanie and Patrick are both shocked I was such a super asshole in my real estate mogul days in the 80s and 90s. We all get a big laugh of joy about my transformation to an enlightened filmmaker.

My escape from the Matrix accelerated to light speed after witnessing ET angelic like beings build the DreamShield for human ascension and protection in Italy in May of 2010. The Dreamshield is a profound instrument made of a combination of Gaia’s energies and our collective consciousness as her children, then ignited by ETs. This elevated earth from a slave planet to a protected world under Galactic Treaty commencing 1.1.11.

My adult kids are still freaked out by the amazing story of the DreamShield and have not spoken to me in over two years since I shared seeing 7 foot tall blue ET angels in Italy. Stephanie explains my wonderful son and daughter are deep in the Matrix and their reaction of brain shut-down is typical. Steph gives me hope that none of my kids’ distancing is really personal.

I am honored to be one of many custodians of the DreamShield, under its many names and guises. No ego. No high priests allowed. After the exhausting meditation event of 12.12.12. in Antarctica, still #1 on Google search for “coolest meditation ever”, 2013 has been a year of profound healing for me in Sedona with Patrick and Stephanie.

What more wonders await me and the DreamShield, which I recently learned is the same name Navajo shamans give to their shield on which the project their visions to share with the tribe. Sounds a lot like what I’ve done for the past 18 years; a Hollywood filmmaker sharing my visions on movie, TV and computer screens with my tribe, you.

FirefoxScreenSnapz070 — Meeting my Inner Morpheus

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED DREAM

My inner Morpheus is a very real, like all imaginary characters we come to love. He’s a paradoxical guide born of one of my favorite movies. “Use what you learned from the Shaman in LA, finish the dream of the sub,” Morpheus advises me.

I concentrate on returning to the dream, only now I am the master I am today at 60, not a 17-year-old in training. With ease and grace I levitate the sub from the ocean into the air. “Gotta save the crew before I wreck the sub,” I say to the young swimmer who is now a mature beauty.

“Nice,” she says as I life the sub over to the beach and twist it onto its side. “Everyone off the ship who wants to live.”

Sailors leap and fall into the sandy beach from the sub. I will the floating sub to shake a few times and the last sailors run off into the jungle realizing they are no match for these four masters.

I toss the sub into the sky. I fly from the ocean after it. The sub’s hull burns red-hot from the air friction. Then, exiting earth’s atmosphere, the sub cools. I see a debris field being brought for earth by rogue aliens breaking the Galactic Treaty that made earth a protected world on December 31, 2010. These stubborn forces of the dark energy have not given up.

At dinner yesterday Stephanie Sutton spoke of a dark cloud of debris from that would create three days of darkness and death upon our world. I realize in this meditation my mission is to wipe out that illegal spaceship towing the debris for our world. The creepy ship’s sensor’s pick me and the sub up. They feel safe behind the debris field. A mistake.

I form a force field about the nuclear sub and hurl it like a missile through the debris field of tiny asteroids. I am too fast. The hostile alien ship explodes and its tractor beam with it. With a blast of super breath I send the debris sailing for the sun.

Mission accomplished I return to my body in Sedona and fall back to sleep.

LONG NIGHT’S WORK FOR AGENT SMITH

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I awake from the DreamShield meditation inside a dream. I sit up in bed surrounded by fellow prisoners. I am Agent Smith, but I retain all my memories of this life as Ken Sheetz. I calmly check myself over. I am in a black prison outfit and I know this is “The Matrix” prison for our minds.

The prison is vast and high-tech. Rather than bars, our cells are all clear plexiglass. I walk to the balcony and watch as guards herd the zombie like prisoners to breakfast.

I step off the 3 story high balcony and fall for the prison floor like a rock. I feel no fear. I know my power. I am here to free minds. Just before I reach the prison floor my momentum stops on a dime.

A shocked guard raises a weapon. “Agent Smith? Stand down!”

With a slight curl of my palm the guard’s Uzi flies from his grip to mine. Mercilessly, unlike the me in mediation that spared the sub crew, I toss his body like a toothpick across the vast hall. He falls screaming to his death.

Agent Smith has no mercy. Guard after guard meet their Matrix makers as I stride through the vast prison floor, a one man chaos field of death and destruction.

FirefoxScreenSnapz067 — Mr. Sheetz I presume?

An advanced SWAT guard to my left gets a drop on me and fires. Too slow. I hold out a hand and his bullets turn to harmless gold water. I fire my Uzi and it sprays high-powered water that knock him out.

At last I reach the clear foot thick walls of the prison. An army of prisoners are behind me, anxious for freedom. I will the vast clear vault door to slide open when a Redline subway train chatters up to the prison platform, full of new prisoners for brainwashing.

Train guards spot the prison riot and take up firing positions. A guard yanks a female hostage from the train. I stop opening the prison door as he tosses the young woman into the prison through the small opening I have made. I see the young lady is my daughter.

“Janelle?” I say as she runs to my arms.

“Yes, Dad. You have to stop. You’re hurting a lot of people.”

As I hold my daughter she is shifting in age, a teen, 30, a baby.

“Sweetie, that’s the Matrix talking. I am freeing people not hurting.” I say feeling the wind going out of my psychic sails.

“Look at all the dead guards,” says my age shifting daughter, her forms of her whole life flashing in rapid succession.

I see mothers with young kids on picnic blankets who look at me like a killer. My daughter’s tears make me cry too.

THE DREAM AIN’T OVER UNTIL I SAY SO

I awake in deep frustration. The Matrix is a bitch to escape, even for Agent Smith. But I head for breakfast feeling hopeful I at least found my daughter.

I will continue this dream later as I was taught in 2011 by a powerful Hollywood shaman. It’s the best thing I’ve ever learned about managing bad dreams. Dreams ain’t over until we say. I will free my daughter and the world from the Matrix just the way I wiped out a hostile alien ship last night.

I love protecting my world and the fact few believe I do. Heck, I don’t need a secret identity to be a super hero! Genius these ETs who guide my missions. Please, enjoy this as simple fiction writing if you wish. It’s cool camouflage for me if you think that all this is. Pay no attention this “Agent Smith” gone good behind the curtain.

I have so many more cosmic adventures ahead! The ETs say I must live another 48 years guarding the earth for the Shift to take hold. Earth manifests new reality planet wide at the speed of the growing tree, about 50 years I was told in 2012. Today I just found the time to research what kind of trees mature at that rate. Answer according to Google, our modern oracle? Pine tress. I have adored pines all my life. I have even written a 2002 screenplay called THE LAST PINE about Xmas from the POV of pine trees. And the symbol for the pineal glade and sacred symbol is the pine tree. Confirmation!

I am being literally rebuilt in Sedona to last at least another 50 years by Patrick Flanagan’s life enhancing PhIScience‘s longevity products. None of this was planned by me or Patrick. It’s divine synchronicity at full power. And Patrick’s reward is that the ETs of DreamShield are downloading him nightly with new discoveries that I am told will lead to human immortality. How cool it that?

Maintaining the DreamShield is sacred. I am on the case like an Agent Smith of the light, keeping it cool to free your mind.

Pay Attention to That Man Behind the Green Screen!

On August 7, 2013November 19, 2013 By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary MeditationsLeave a comment

FirefoxScreenSnapz060 — Note the golden medallion like shape of the wizard’s work spot?

A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others. – Wizard from “The Wizard Oz”

By Ken Sheetz

“The Wizard of Oz” is my all time favorite movie. Last night I had a dream/vision of getting caught like the Wizard behind the curtain. In the dream a vast green screen is a spread across a valley I stand above atop a vast mesa. I am the media Gandalf for an army light workers resting between battles.

A warrior princess I am serving spots the fact I use the illusion of the green screen and shouts,”Trickery?!”

“Yes, and no, fair warrior. The green screen is a portal for those on the web to travel and share in your battles for change.” I say handing her my camera with a graceful bow, “Please, if you’d be so kind as to snap a picture of me stepping from behind the curtain I would be deeply honored. It’s time for me to be seen.”

The warrior princess takes my camera with a wry smiles and says, “I would be honored to capture your magic behind my magic, Wizard.”

“Don’t be alarmed. Flying is quite easy for me.” I say as I step into thin air and float gracefully downward into the valley to a spot to have my photo taken by the warrior princess.

But as I drift to the green screen I find myself teleported aboard a train in the Wild West of the 1800s. I sit down with a grizzled sheriff as the Sedona rocks speed by out the train window.

The Science of Hydration - Final — Real-life Wizard Patrick Flanagan

“Welcome aboard, Wizard. How come you can time travel and levitate, and I can’t do squat except shoot people?” the sheriff says, spitting into a spittoon.

“Make no comparisons, sir. You are right where you need to be. You have greater powers than you know. We are all connected, sheriff.”

SEDONA HEALING KEEPS GETTING BETTER

I awake feeling better than I have in weeks. I’ve been getting out from behind my desk and out of my head. DreamShield’s mission has become less in spirit and more in connection to those around us.

Feeling guided to be stronger in form, I’ve joined a health club and bought a pass for hiking the canyons as the weather here in Sedona cools.

Patrick Flanagan has been advising me on lowering my blood pressure by releasing anger with my father. He’s enjoying the blog about my progress. Over lunch the other day I tell him, “Yeah, my issue is not giving love but letting people love me.”

“No. You don’t do love well either giving or receiving, Ken. Until you release your anger with your father no love will flow.” the scientist says sipping his iced coffee in the 111 degree heat of August in Arizona.

That stings. I feel like I have been giving great love with the videos I make for Patrick. But when I look at it hard, that’s just excellent performance on my part. I do love the genius. But the videos are mostly me performing with the little love I can squeeze out of my closed heart.

FINALLY FORGIVING MY BIPOLAR PAPA

166397_128648187200895_100001671429690_206359_4850185_n — My father 6 months before his passing. He loved the story of the DreamShield I told him in 2010. My kids are another story. They were shocked I saw 7 foot tall blue angels in Italy.

So this past weekend I finally did let of my anger with my father in a personal DreamShield meditation in Phoenix at the dazzling Botanical gardens. It was interesting how sad I was about the idea of releasing that father anger. A sure sign I was truly letting go. After I finished the short ceremony among the cactus in bloom I see how clearly I was holding my father, who passed in 2011, to this world. I freed a soul 30 months in limbo and myself in Phoenix where the new me begins to rise. I ask my father as I finish releasing us both of old rage, “Any last words, Dad? Before you leave?”

The answer is simple and heartfelt in my father’s voice, “I am sorry.” My tears dry fast in the 112 August Phoenix heat and Dad is gone.

The next day I feel lighter in the private dance lessons I am taking from Mica Monet, a healer here in Sedona. She’s a great teacher for this Wizard too often stuck behind a computer and in his head. She also is the first client friend to turn the camera on me like the warrior princess in the dream, though there was no physical resemblance. Her photo of me has become the banner art for my social media company BuzzBroz.com.

The other night after salsa class we had dinner at Enchanted Village, it’s set deep in the rocks of Sedona. I shared that Patrick had out me over the top on her father forgiveness advice. Then I listened to Mica, when I could stop myself from interrupting, an issue I am working on, as the angelic one shared her plans for more dance classes, art, fashion and more. This confirmed my feeling we all need to be doing more in form. The mental part of the shift is passed. It’s time to get real.

ENCHANTED LOVE MEDITATION

After a sumptuous meal, Mica and I do a two person Dreamshield mediation about accepting love personally under the stars and the rocks of the Enchanted Village. I’m happy to have her expertise on the emotion of love with me as I place my hand to the wet lawn of the freshly watered crochet field. Mica has had a rough childhood, like most light workers who choose this in our life contract to make us spirit warriors and wizards. And so she shares the same issues in feminine form as I do.

“Let the love of Gaia flow into you through the earth, Ken.” she says sweetly. “Trust.”

“I’m trying… but my love is still all going outward to Gaia. I can’t feel her love,” I say sadly.

“You are a man. That’s giving energy. Accepting love is harder for males. Don’t lose hope,” Mica says.

Desperate to accept Mother Earth’s love I get down on my hands and knees and bow my forehead to touch the wet lawn. “I only feel a trickle from the flood of love Gaia is sending me.”

“Good start,” says Mica.

“Shit I forgot your leftovers!” I say and run back to the restaurant. Funny way to end a mediation, we both laugh as I run off.

“Meet you back at the car,” Mica shouts after, alone beneath the stars with Gaia. Maybe Gaia wanted some one on one time with Ms. Monet.

GRATEFUL TO ALL MY SEDONA WIZARDS

It’s such fun hanging with such great wizards in Sedona. Even Connie Miller, who been working on helping me forgive me father since 2010 when I first saw angels in Italy, miraculously showed up here for a weeklong SoulDrama workshop in May. Accident? Nah. That’s the magic of the DreamShield I am honored to be custodian to! I am sure she’ll be happy to hear I finally managed the job and took her insights onto my new quantum physics theory of bipolar disorder that just might earn me a Nobel prize one day.

No easy task, as my father made childhood a living hell for me. A sentence of 18 years of daily insanity. I can’t express my gratitude to her, Patrick, his wife Stephanie Sutton, who worked on getting me focused on why I chose such a bipolar father before birth and sweet Mica, all three for helping me heal the biggest wound of my life. It’s been that hard for me. A team of three people working on me daily for six months.

1147047_10151594247782029_129213186_o — Patrick Flanagan’s 14K Gold Platted Sensor V Medallion

Most of the 44 completed videos for THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS have been filmed on green screen. But like the dream I have stepped from behind the green curtain for this stellar video about Patrick Flanagan’s portable portal, as I fondly call his Sensor V medallion.

Since I began wearing the doctor’s medallion the flow of wealth and abundance has increased. This allows me to do work on my teeth and eyes that need some repair from a 2008 recession that’s never really ended. Man does not live by meditation alone.

BTW, Patrick is also a huge Oz fan. He’s brought the Emerald City to life at Burning Man. No accidents in all this work. I am honored to be the media wizard bringing you his real life wizardry via my magical green screen.

Enjoy this teaser video about the amazing Sensor V medallion. Martian inspired jewelry that’s out of this world.

Special thanks to Somas for inspiring me to get a new lens to capture the wizardry of Patrick’s medallion.

THE ONCE AND FUTURE KEN SHEETZ

On August 2, 2013November 19, 2013 By Ken SheetzIn Uncategorized1 Comment

“In the not too distant future, humanity will have full on telepathic abilities, that we will be able to levitate and fly.” – Dr. Patrcik Flanagan of PhiSciences.com from the hit web series THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS

By Ken Sheetz

Still of Me and Patrick Opening Portal — Patrick Flanagan (left) and me on the set of THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. Click the pic to watch the videos!

IN SEDONA FOR AN ENTERNITY

Arizona is not the place to be in the summer. Temps daily top 100. Gets as high as 120 in the shade. Touch a car in the sun and it burns your hand! Forest fires are the norm. Despite all this, Sedona and a good AC unit are holding me here on an epic healing visit that began and February to film super scientist Patrick Flanagan for THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS.

There are just five videos left to film of the 50 video web series and Patrick and I are following spirit and letting them unfold in their proper time and order. So far the web series has gained over 23.5 million views on YouTube and made BuzzBroz my #1 YouTube channel of the many I own and service. I am excited I will be filming Patrick today after a two-week break.

A few weeks back, a Hawaii based client offered as sizable paycheck with a place and car on the big island to steal me away from filming Patrick. Then an offer came in to direct a feature film in New Orleans. But I turned both offers down without hesitation despite the hot, dry Arizona summer. Why? ET spirit guides or no spirit guides, I know how rare the chance is to capture on film the life a scientist that LIFE MAGAZINE named as one of the top ten scientists in the world.

I’ve created over 50 posters promoting the hit web series that are the best social media art I’ve yet to create. Patrick brings out the ET in me. He loves to upgrade all who work with him and I am no exception. Since coming to Sedona he’s been improving my gear and me. From meditation with his brain boosting Neurophone he invented in 1957, to my health with his Crystal Energy and Megahydrate products that are making me feel like a kid again. So The Flanagan Experiments is more than another film project in my 18 years career as a documentary filmmaker, since giving up being a Chicago real estate mogul. Working with Patrick, and his lovely wife Stephanie is nothing less than a rebirth for the second 60 years of my life’s work of assisting in the shift.

In my 2010 awakening I was directed by the voice of the collective consciousness, what many call God, to live to the age of 120. I was stunned. How would this be possible, I wondered? The longest any of my family members has lived to is a senile, arthritic 92!

Now, here in August of 2013, about 2/3rds through the long hot AZ summer, I see how I will not only live to be 120, but thrive and live well beyond. I am honored to be the person to film Dr. Flanagan’s discovery of immortality he labors on 24/7. No wonder I am still in Sedona despite the summer heat. To bring the world to the world of the greatest discovery in human history: Eternal youth! It will happen soon my ET pal Ohom says. Subscribe to BuzzBroz on YouTube to be the first kid on your block to learn how we will all soon be immortal thanks to Dr. Flanagan.

BREAKFAST WITH MY 18th CENTURY BRAZILIAN SHAMAN SELF

Since, according to genius Flanagan, we are all going to soon be immortal, I’ve decided to make room for the new me of the Golden Age. So I have been working wth Mica Monet, a powerful intuitive healer, clearing the debris of my past.

I first met Mica in LA in 2010, my year of awakening, and it’s no accident we are here in Sedona at the same time. Unfortunately, I first mistook Mica and I being here in Sedona, who arrived just a couple of weeks before me, as fate we would be lovers.

And who could blame me for falling for the dazzling healer with a million watt smile? I chased Mica all over Sedona like Pepe Le Pew, despite the fact she was clearly not attracted to me that way. But her spurning of my one-way infatuation gave me a huge clue that I have a giant issue. I have always loved in one-way fashion in one form or another.

Solving this imbalanced love I have seen is a huge dynamic that is my next DreamShield planetary mission. As a world we need to stop loving leaders in religion, politics and business who do not love us back equally. And it’s inspired a new novel and screenplay called LOVE MONSTER about a mother who loves her son to death.

But doing this work healing deep childhood wounds has been tough. One morning, after a profound but exhausting session, Mica texts me: “Hi Kenny B. Just wanted to make sure u wet OK today.” Then a follow-up text “‘Were’ not ‘wet’ OK. LOL.” Voice texting was recently made fun on the show ELLEN. Iphone’s still have a long way to go.

Mica’s concern is sweet and so I send her a report text: “Survived a bad steak dinner after our session. Alive and seeking answers from the past as you suggested. Love that you are always right.”

Over Tuesday breakfast, July 30th, the last day of the old age according to the Mayan expert Stephanie Sutton, I recall my past life as Maya the 18th century shaman from the Brazil rainforest. A past life I learned of from the Damanhur of Italy. Maya I recall lived alone inside a cozy home-built into a hollow of a giant tree. Maya and I talk when I need her shaman wisdom. The Damanhur opened a permanent dialogue for me with Mayan that gives me a built-in expert on healing for my planetary and self-healing.

“Maya,” I ask in my mind as couple from young man at breakfast from Phoenix, here at the B&B for a few days shows me a dream shield with an eagle tatoo on his left arm.

459722_10150827972372029_2030496817_o — The clay statue of my life as Maya is in the foreground. That’s Damanhur past life guide Shama Viola in the background. Brilliant woman! I adore her for all she taught me about Maya. I look forward to learning all five past lives of the most pertinent to Ken Sheetz’s that Damanhur of Italy have chosen for me to study.

“Yes, Ken.” answers Maya’s sweet voice from two centuries past.

“What was your love life like back there in the 1800s?”

Maya giggles, “I never took a lover.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“I am a wise enough to know my heart is not built to accept love. Don’t pity me. I am happy with my life of service. Giving love is easy for me. Taking love, however, was impossible. So I chose to remain a virgin until my passing as an old woman,” Maya answers as the young man with the tattoo passes me the butter for my toast.

“Maya, why do you think your heart and so many of our past lives can only give love and not accept love?” I say in my minds voice across the centuries to Maya who I see is gathering berries in the jungle.

“Seek the answers as far back in time as you can travel in meditation. I will be with you on your time travels,” says Maya.

Sebastian, the B&B owner notices, I am unusually quiet at breakfast this morning and teases me out of my trance, “How was your session with the amazing Mica? You ever get anywhere with her?”

Sebastian is not asking spirit wise. He’s become a good pal here in Sedona. We talk often of my hopeless crush on the angelic Mica.

“I’ve finally let go of chasing Mica. And every other woman for that matter. Off the market until I figure my problems with love out, ” I say.

“Hmm. Maybe I should do the same. Done with your dishes?” says Sebastian wish a grin that tells me he thinks I am lying and still hung up on Mica. Maybe I am. But I am in too much emotional pain to know. I feel sore from over exertion of my brain, all this meditating and writing about love is taking a toll.

Winning the heart of Mica is the least of my worries. I really am off the market. Even if I did win her heart I’d be like a dog that finally chomps into car bumper and doesn’t know what to do with it. I leave the breakfast table before Sebastian comes out of the kitchen as I hear my dishes clatter into the sink and head up to my room to my man cave.

I work promoting a new video of Stephanie I shot in Sunday when she and Patrick treated me to lunch a the five-star Le Barg about the Golden Age. But I feel far from Golden as I work on her video.

At 11 AM on this busy Tuesday, Patrick shows up at the B&B with his legal beagle pal Thomas to show him the place. Thomas is going to be staying at Sebastian’s lovely B&B too for a few months. Should be fun if he can ever stop talking law, law, and more law. Sometimes listening Thomas I feel like I am in an episode of LAW & ORDER. Not easy for a guy a left real estate to escape all the red tape. Stay tuned.

SEDONA SMILES

1009030_10151587526542029_1058777371_o — Angel dentist Kimberly Wachter DDS of Sedona Smiles saved my teeth

After lunch at my editing desk, where I just have finished Stephanie’s brilliant interview, I head out for an emergency dental visit to Sedona Smiles. Patrick Flanagan has referred me there and, like all he does, his referral is brilliant. Wow, wherever I live after THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. my dentist will always be Sedona Smiles in Sedona.

The cool thing about this dental emergency for a cavity, as the X-rays will confirm, is I saw my new cavity in a vision. I was tiny and floating about the black cavity like a tiny orbiting satellite cameraman. A few days later than dull pain under an old crown sent me to Patrick for the referral.

Only in Sedona would I share a story of a vision of a cavity with a dentist without fear of straightjacket team from the funny farm waiting for me in the parking lot to throw a net over me. In other parts of the world spirit is for Sundays. Here among the red rocks spirit is an everyday part of life. My new dentist, however shares something with me I did not see in the vision. I have developed a chronic case of gum dis-ease that is dissolving my jaw bones and damaging my heart with dangerous plaque making it way from my sick mouth.

I accept her recommendation for an emergency cleaning of the deep tartar beneath my gums. I am not surprised. I have not been to a dentist is 7 years. My dentist as a kid was sadist who never gave anesthetic. This sad fact gives me a pathological fear of dentistry and doctors in white for that matter. Sometimes that protects me from the Matrix pharma system. But this is a holistic dentist and friend of Patrick’s.

Regardless, I ask for nitrous oxide, which Patrick says is in also in Cool Whip and he used to experiment with a parties back in the day. I go under and keep meditating on past life as a young tech goes to work on my teeth. But I see nothing but the nice ceiling and clouds out the window. Sedona is a vision. No need to go inside to have one here in the red rock counrtry. And the people here are angelic like you don’t see in my home of the city of.

The cavity turns out to a blessing that will save all my teeth. I learn from my new dental angels that people’s gums are fooled into not feeling their own death by the sneaky bacteria. Had the cavity not gotten me here I would have lost all my teeth very soon and ended up with dentures like my dad who lost all his teeth in this 20s.

On the way home, my third drive up scenic 89a I am loving the drive and life. Maybe I am still a little high on the nitrous, but I relieved to feel more myself. Driving is always a meditation for me. Like Steven Speilberg I get my best ideas on the road as operating the car shuts down my busy mind.

Yeah, I am thrilled to be taking care of myself with the dental work. Dental work! Ha! I am proud as hell I did not blink when I was presented with the $2500 estimate in starting the rescue mission of my mouth. “Let’s do it, doc!” I said when the angel dentist presented the bill.I’ve kept all my teeth these 60 years as Ken Sheetz, but I’ve done it with a lot of self-hatred as being weak. Now I was loving myself without hesitation. I texted my therapist pal Mica about this self-love and she was very happy for me in the text back.

AKASHIC MESSENGER

I get about half way back to the B&B on route 89A that gets more beautiful the more I drive this amazing piece of what many call the beautiful drive in the world, when one of my favorite spirit friends from the 23rd centuty: Jake Resinald of Akshic TV pops into my head for a visit. I have recorded Jake on DreamShield videos starting in 2011, but there are no cameras here in my rented car except the cosmic ones, no bigger than a molecule, that broadcast all of our lives to billions of viewers across the universes.

“Jake Resinald, Akashic TV reporting live from the red rocks of Sedona. Where DreamShield founder and champion Ken Sheetz is pondering his dental work, and many on the earth’s, problems accepting love!” I say aloud, alone in the car as Jake, whose voice is loud and boisterous.

“Hello, Jake.” I say genuinely happy for Jake’s visit. Before I came to believe in my work I simply believed Jake was a character I improved like say one of my favorite character Rosane Rosanna Danna from earlier SNL fame. Shame cancer took her so young. Even at only 60 I have outlived so many great people of my generation.

“So, Mr. Sheetz, the audience of the Akashic is watching you help accelerate the shift with the great Patrick Flanagan! And I’ve asked to visit you today with a simple message for you personally as one of the early pioneers of the Akashu. DON’T GIVE UP!” I say as Jake, shocked at his boisterous emotionally charged words of hope. “You ARE going to find the answers and succeed in your mission of finding how to LOVE in balance!”

Suddenly It’s as though I am sitting in the passenger seat and Jake is driving. I see Jake for the first time. He’s younger than I imagined he was. He has blonde wavy hair and piercing deep green eyes and he is crying tears of love. I almost lose the vision as I worry how a man from 200 years in the future has taken the wheel of the dark grey Nissan Altima.

Jake voice but now own from behind the driver’s whee and not my own. His voice is higher in frequency than I’ve been channeling I notice as he says bravely, “Sorry I am crying, Ken. But in my time, 200 hundred years hence, thanks to your great work here in the dawning of the Golden Age in 2013, we men cry as freely as women.” Jake wipes tears from his tan cheeks to see the road.

Now I find myself crying too that this great reporter of the Akashic from the 23rd century loves me so much that he has felt my heartache enough to fully materialize to me. And I say to him in wracking sobs that shake me to my core, “Thanks, Jake. I apologize, by the way, for not thinking you were real.”

Jake and I get a great laugh out of the last of doubts about the visions of DreamShield drying up here in the desert like the monsoons of the past few weeks that have halted the Arizona fires.

“Don’t give up, Ken Sheetz! You were born into the childhood you chose to set you on the path to discovering new frontiers of love. You will unlock the secret of your closed heart and take the knowledge back to the future 5 billion years from now. You are ripe to move past your abusive father’s role in shaping you to be who you are. On the verge of greatness you cannot imagine. By the way, you father William sends his deepest apologies for playing his part of the abusive dad too well.”

We both cry together over my tragic childhood. “I know many kids have had it far worse than me, Jake. I am done with my anger at my father but I still feel shame at letting this happen to me,” I say to Jake through a torrent of tears..

“Ken Sheetz, my dear fellow reporter of the early Akashic Ken Sheetz. You are far too hard on yourself. Try telling an eight-year-old child who has just been thrown across his bedroom into a wall by a brute of father and feeling his little arm break like a twig, ‘Other kids have it worse than me.’ And see what reaction you get. A little child can only sink in spirit so low without passing. You came close to death on too many occasions to note at your father’s demented parenting!”

“Thank you, Jake. No one’s ever put my suffering as a child so well. Namaste, great reporter of the Akashic.” I say bowing to Jake.

“This driving is fun! I the 23rd century our cars are all driven by robots. You are blessed to live in these early times. Times where you must feel stop feeling shame over your outrage. Your father went to his death a few days early to avoid your 2011 visit. He was the one who felt shame. That is where it properly belongs and even he has been forgiven. If you can follow the beautiful Mica’s advice it will help you discovery.

A car tries to pass mine on 89A. But I don’t want them to see perhaps no one at the wheel if they cannot see Jake like I can and so say, “Take the Nissan up to 80 and stay ahead of that car behind us.” I watch the car behind us get left behind. “OK, Jake, slow it down. Wouldn’t want a speeding ticket.”

“I want to do this driving again with you sometime, ” says Jake slowing the car after we have some space to talk on the highway. “I am turning the wheel back to you, Ken.” And as Jake says this he’s now in the passenger seat and I am behind the wheel.

“Wow. You have to teleporting me around the car Jake before we have a crash,” I say only half kidding.

“I leave you now Ken Sheetz to return to the Golden Age is full swing in the 23rd Century. But as a parting gift l give you a clue to solving your mystery of a heart that can give but not accept love. An ailment you are right that is planetary and wreaking havoc on mother Gaia. Listen to Mica and Maya in your search. The answer does in fact lie in the past as theyb advise you. Travel back as far into the past your powerful meditations with the new aides of Dr. Falanagan Neurohone can take you. There you will find your answers to what is blocking your ability to accept love.”

Thanks, Jake. I hate that she’s always right. She saw right through me. I am not love material,” I say as I look for Jake in the passenger seat. Though he is already gone I am still in touch and speaking for Jake in a my funny imitation of his boitrous Robin Leach like voice.

“Not for Mica perhaps are you ‘Love Material” but for someone even more wonderful for you and your work. You will know true love. This is Jake Resinald signing off for Akaschic TV. Farewell for now, Ken Sheetz, brave warrior of the Shift we honor and love you.”

Jake’s visit was so powerful that I am even a mess writing this now 24 hours after the vision on 89A. Stay tuned for the next blog where I tap into my very first life 4.54 billion years ago for the more answers to healing my one-way heart in BABY GAIA.

FORGIVING DR. JEKEYLL

On July 31, 2013August 2, 2013 By Ken SheetzIn Uncategorized1 Comment

“In the Golden Age it is time embrace paradox!” – Stephanie Sutton, PhiSciences.com

By Ken Sheetz

coming soon steph poster — Click the pic for Stephanie Sutton’s talk of Mayan mysteries on THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS

Happy official first day of the Golden Age. A day I learned all about from Mayan calendar guru Stephanie Sutton, who I am filming with her husband Patrick Flanagan for THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. It’s such an honor to film this power couple at work in the shift.

Stephanie, who is an enlightened psychologist, has been of great help on my personal work here in Sedona. An unexpected boon for this man healing from my recent narrow escape from the Matrix only 3 years ago after seeing ET angels build the DreamShield in a 2010 vision that awakened me.

I am blessed by this Sedona Golden Age power couple. So blessed. And so I try not to burden Patrick and Stephanie too much with my personal junk I am clearing away to make room for the new me. Yeah, it’s hard enough work making a 50 video web series without throwing my dark childhood wounds and the mess they made of my adult life into the mix.

So on Monday July the 29th 2013, of the Grand Trine long predicted by the Mayans, I book a sessions with my LA gal pal, and newly relocated Sedona intuitive healer Mica Monet. Mica’s one of the stars of this blog of late for the great work she is doing on healing me here when I am not making videos for THE FLANANGAN EXPERIMENTS.

The lovely healer selects a lovely small park for our work beside the Oak Creek. We set up camping chairs Mica likes to use for outdoor sessions on a small bluff overlooking the magical healing waters of the Oak Creek. Mica’s does not call herself and intuitive healer for nothing. She senses my uptight heart and asks me, “What’s wrong, Kenny B?”

“Damned if know, Mica. My messed up heart I guess.” I say plopping into my camping chair. Bugs immediately begin to bug me.

“Close your eyes, Ken, and let’s get started,” says Mica, who looks tired from the high demands of a rapidly growing healing practice here in the red rock country of Sedona.

“Sorry. I don’t want to close my eyes, Mica. I’d rather change-up the session and tell you a story about my heart. It’s related to the love thing,” I say feeling lost from the get go.

“Your call.” says Mica.

“OK. Let me tell you the tale of ‘Ken Sheetz and Global Love.’ On 2.13.11 ETs of the dream shield ask me on the spur of a moment to become a human back-up drive for about 12 hours for all love on planet earth. And I accept. That night before bed all earthly love from the tiniest microbe to the whales of the sea pours into me through my third eye, a fully conscious eyes wide open experience. I was not sleeping or dreaming. All love on earth flooded into me in a beam of data. I went to sleep after filled with a backup copy of all love on earth. What a night that was.”

“See, Ken? You can receive love in a big way after all!” offers Mica brightly.

“No. I was simply a vessel, a backup love-drive space. Nature abhors a vacuum and so I was a perfect subject. But, still, a little of the love from this entire world did leak to my heart. That’s how shut down my heart is, Mica, being a human backup drive to all love on earth is the closest I have come to receiving love.” I say sadly.

“Why do you think the ETs wanted you to do this in the first place? Why this back-up drive to planetary love?” says Mica, the human angel looking for an angle to help wedge open my closed heart.

“The ETs that built the DreamShield used me as human back-up drive in the highly likely event of a solar flare that will wipe all of our memories,” I say. For the first time telling this amazing story to a person and not just blogging about it.

Mica God Session 2 — “Mica Pica from Topeka” angel channel Mica Monet

Mica nods calmly for me to continue. Here in Sedona, I love how the unusual is taken as usual.

“On Valentine’s Day 2.14.11,” I further explain to Mica, “I transfer all love that was downloaded into me as a living backup drive from all earth life, big and small, into the Parthenon duplicate in Nashville. I was in Nashville in 2011 just after my father died, who was an alcoholic, doing a planetary meditation to end addiction for Lee McCormick’s Spirit Recovery, one of the largest recovery centers in the state of Tennessee.”

“Interesting how you father plays into all this.” says Mica, trying to take me to my father issues.

“Let’s keep my dad out of this today, OK? I need a break from his junk.”

“Sorry. Go ahead with the ETs and you as a human backup drive to love story.” says Mica.

“Love is all the ETs say we need save of our memories in the event of a solar flare. Rage, hate, fear, all negativity are superfluous. And now that I helped set up Nashville’s Parthenon as the back up drive, ET angels update our planet’s love there each night as we all dream.”

“Love backed up daily in our dream time. Makes sense,” says Mica.

“Thanks. I’ve been blogging about this since 2011, but no one takes what I went through seriously,” I say.

“Seems to me a lot of people believed in you enough to send you to Antarctica to help the ETs halt the pole shift at the end of 2012,” says Mica with a smile, proud she’s rained on my pity party.

“Got me, as usual. You’re good, you. — There’s more to the ETs and me that may give answers about my heart that can only give love not accept it. The ETs showed me in a 2012 meditation in Malibu that I am not quite as human as I appear. Part of me is a sentient program sent from the future. My furthest future earth self is from 4.54 billions of years in the future the ETs who guide me say,” I explain to the patient listener Mica Monet, who nods for me to go on.

“I came here, to this era of the Shift, to be born in 1952. That’s the furthest back in time my DNA sentient program could be sent from 5 billion years out, using that times advanced via wave technology. WAVE is a sci-fi film I made in 2005 about what has turned out to be real. In studying this ET knowledge I have seen that ’52 is the year the cell phone got invented and the exact midpoint between earth’s birth 5 billion years ago and earth’s death 5 billion years from now.”

“Whoa. We’re smack in the middle of earth’s life span here in 2013. Go on, Kenny B, sorry to interrupt” says Mica.

“My future self, and sorry, I don’t have my future self’s name yet to share yet, is from a time when humans are immortal sentient organic machines. Technology and biology have merged.”

Mica listens patiently as the sun fills the little park beside the Oak Creek with golden shafts of light. I am relieved Mica is not looking at me like I am insane and so I press on, ” But in humankind’s evolution, something critical to humanity’s future has been lost.”

“Love?” says the intuitive healer.

“Yes. To be specific, humanity has lost the ability to receive love 5 billion years from now.”

“Hmm, just the way you are feeling, Kenny B.” say Mica.

Transformation — Click the pic to see Patrick and Stephanie accelerate the Shift on THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS

“Yes. Now that my Antarctica mission is done, this search for the balance of love is the reason I was guided here to Sedona, during the birth of the Golden Age. Here with you and Patrick and Stephanie, and Ed And Kat Preston, and bunches of other people I’ve not met and may never meet.”

A little dog that looks like a miniature lion, a dog I have never met before, strains on its master’s leash line to reach me for a pat on then head. I am grateful for the love interruption to my long story of about being an organic cyborg program from a distant future.

“Dogs are love,” Mica says calmly. “You are being supported with doggie love in telling me all this. Go on, Ken.”

I swat at bugs pestering me, “If I am supported telling this global love tale, one I barely believe myself, why are all these bugs bothering me and not you?”

“You tell me,” says Mica, an expert in keeping you focused in her powerful sessions.

“Sorry to blab about what must sound like my next science fiction screenplay. But for some reason I know it’s important you get my full picture of not just my past, but humanity’s future.”

“Good. But my guides say your answers to solving your one-way love issues are in your past, not your super cool future. Please close your eyes and let me take you back.” Mica says. I sense her frustration at not spirit journeying with me today, like we usually do so gracefully.

Divine healer Mica Monet of Sedona. 5 star healing. Book a session 928-212-4411, say Ken Sheetz sent you.

A Ginger Rogers of a spirit dancer, Mica is a fantastic dancer and singer. I even have attended some of her Salsa classes. Helps me get out of my writing/editing chair I’ve been glued to for The Flanagan Experiments.

“Sorry. Not feeling up to spirit dancing with you today, Mica Pica. Odd I know. That’s what I thought we’d be doing. But these sessions never are what I expect.” I say softly, wishing I knew what the heck was going on. I love traveling through time and space with Mica. But my heart is as bankrupt as Detroit that filed this week.

“You’re so sad today, Ken. It’s not like you. I want to help,” says Mica kindly. She is one the kindest people I have ever worked in 20 years of therapy with.

“Mica, I have to confess I am literally falling apart on this one-way love DreamShield mission. How I am supposed to live on earth another 50 years, like I was told by the voice of God in 2010 in Italy?” I blubber on, stories still pouring out of me. “In the far future, when earth’s red sun grows to the point where it will soon swallow the earth whole, where my furthest future life is sent backwards in time to be with you here in this park today, love is just a highly sophisticated program that merely replicates love behaviors. Our race has lost its way on the road to progress when it comes to love 5 billion years from today, this lost day of the Grand Trine.”

“I don’t believe humanity’s future is that bleak. Sounds more like some wild expression of clever ego subterfuge,” says Mica.

FirefoxScreenSnapz050 — Tin Man, AKA Pepe le Sheetz

“No this future is as real as you sitting in that chair, Mica. Only one possible Quantum future, I grant you. But it’s the future I come from. A future that has pluses. Humanity lives in peaceful co-existence with all of nature for example.” I offer.

“But, Ken, it matters not if there is no heart and soul in such harmony, only existence,” says Mica.

“Ah, what’s the use? I accept I am like the character Tin Man in THE WIZARD OF OZ, wanting to find a heart… but never really getting one from the con man wizard.” I grouch.

“Ken, you are a human in this life. One with a big heart. Have faith the answers will come. Today is just not the day, perhaps. Let’s go on with the session. We may still get there on this Grand Trine.” says Mica, still hoping for a miracle breakthough.

“Screw the Grand Trine, there’ill be another one some other life. Let’s call it. Nothing more to say as ‘the love explorer from the future’. Love? Ha! Me? I know zippo of real love. Every love I’ve had has been nothing more than parallel play style love, never true love. As you painfully know, I am silly Pepe Le Pew in relationship. All chase and when I do catch a woman and she loves me, “warts and all” as my Canadian fiancée once lovingly told me. Well, what do I do? Run! Leaving a wake of broken hearts in my path of destruction. I am sick of my life-like nothingness,” I say sounding gloomier by the second.

“Didn’t I do a good job of seeing how you’d dump me if you caught me, Pepe Le Sheetz?” Mica teases me to cheer me up, referring to the title of a blog I wrote about my humorous love chase of her she rightly shut down and which has led to this entire discovery. But now one that’s led to this very serious moment where all seems hopeless. Thoughts of an early death seem pleasant compared to the loveless torture of my life, but I keep those thoughts to myself as the session is over and I don’t want to keep Mica.

Instead I say to Mica, “I need to stop looking for that magic woman, like you, who can break open the safe of my heart. She doesn’t exist. I am alone, like ‘Solitary Man’ the old Neil Diamond song.”

“At what age did the shutting down of your ability to receive love start, Ken?”

As A note to my father who died in 2011:
Dear Drill Sarge Dad,
I forgive you, Pops, for your US Army basic training parent skills. You never had a dad in your life to show you better. What I don’t forgive is your dark twin within’s drunken bipolar bone breaking, flesh ripping, mind fucking child abuse.
I prefer to remember your good twin within, your Dr, Jekell, who I still love, the one who taught me to draw, fish, hunt and play piano. I forgive for you, good twin within my father, for letting your dark Mr. Hyde try to murder me and the rest of the family and burning resentment in the core of my being. A resentment I still hope to free myself of in this life. Your dark twin’s abuse does not belong to me. I give it back to you with interest penalties to deal with in the afterlife.
Your loving son,
Ken

“The easy answer is the abuse I started suffered from my “bipolar” dad as a toddler or even in the womb when he’s . But I’ve worked through all my dad junk.” I say, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

“You’ve not really forgiven him have you?”

“Forget about it, Mica. I will never forgive my father for the abuse. It’s never really going to happen. Yeah, I’ve pretended to forgive my dad. But he was a fucking nut job and deserves no forgiveness from me. He needed to seek medical help with his aliment he brutally inflicted on me, me and the whole family, by minute by excruciating minute!” I say packing up my folding chair.

“You don’t have to say what you father did to abuse you was right to forgive him,” offers Mica as she packs up her folding chair too, accepting the session if toast.

As we head for the parking lot I say, “I am so done with Wild Bill, as my little brother Fred and I named him long before there the movie “Silence of the Lambs.” Done with his ruining my life. I’ve forgiven my father all I can. I can never completely forgive him. Never.”

“How are you feeling saying that, Ken?” says Mica still trying to heal me into forgiving my fucked up father as we head for the parking lot. This woman never quits.

“I feel nothing. I am in full android mode. Far from what I expected on my session to find answers to love on this not-so-Grand-Trine.” I kid as I tuck the folding chairs into the back of Mica’s love bug VW.

Mica smiles, sad for me, and says hoping into her love bug VW Beetle, “Don’t give up, Kenny B. Never let your vision of one possible future, from the infinite futures out there, hold you back from being able to love fully. The future is not set. Look to the past which is set for answers.”

“Thanks, Mica Pica from Cosat Rica. But I think I’ve reached the end of my rope trying to figure my love mess out.” I say grimly as though reading my own death sentence.

“Are you OK?” Mica says starting her car. “We can grab dinner together if you want to talk more. You did cancel your Salsa lessons with me for after.”

“Yeah, remind me to never combine therapy and dance lessons again,” I say managing a sad chuckle. “I’ll be fine. Take care, Mica,” I lie as I walk quickly to my car and drive off into the Sedona sunset.

Mica’s session may seem like it was a failure on the surface, but after my mood lifted over expecting too much on Stephanie Sutton’s Grand Trine. Yes, telling my cyber-self story of love and the human backup drive 2011 epic vision was deeply healing somehow. A few days later meditating about Mica’s advice to forgive me dad in whatever way without accepting the abuse he dumped on me, it hits me:

My dad was a bipolar inner twin! One from a good universe and one from a negative one. I can forgive the good twin within my father without forgiving his dark twin. The caption on the photo of my dad on this blog is my forgiveness letter to him. I wrote after the meditation. Still a lot of bitterness leaks from it. But it’s a start to putting my father’s abuse truly behind me. I have hope.

Read my next blog where I dig deep into the past as Mica Monet suggested on The Grand Trine in THE ONCE AND FUTURE KEN SHEETZ.

MIKHAIL’S VENUS CONNECTION

On July 28, 2013July 28, 2013 By Ken SheetzIn Uncategorized4 Comments

“Nature uncovers the inner secrets of nature in two ways: one by the force of bodies operating outside it; the other by the very movements of its innards.”— Mikhail Lomonosov

By Ken Sheetz

Happy first Sunday morning of the new Golden Age long predicted by the Mayans. It is a time for rejoicing and for new world answers to old world problems.

Much is rapidly unfolding for me in Sedona where I am filming famed scientist Dr. G Patrick Flanagan.

A year ago the Damanhur of Italy gave me a clue about a past life they said as a prominent Russian physicist who led a team of scientist in the 19th century.

The lead for this past life comes the Damanhur a highly advanced eco-friendly, ET believing, esoteric physics world-famed self-sustaining community that studies past life and much more. I bless them for the clue. It’s been a busy year and only now using the power of meditation and Google have I found the life.

I am thrilled that my first Sunday mediation of the Golden Age has connected me to a past life in the 19th century as Russian physicist.

“Curiously unsung in the West, Mikhail Lomonosov broke ground in physics, chemistry, and astronomy; won acclaim as a poet and historian; and was a key figure of the Russian Enlightenment.”

– PhysicsToday.org

Read my past life story here. http://www.physicstoday.org/resource/1/phtoad/v65/i2/p40_s1?bypassSSO=1

Today I ask the eagle to reconnect me. Eagles I have seen this morning fly to the heavens, to the morphic field, as Rupert Sheldrake has dubbed it, the shared field of our collective intelligence. There eagles, on behalf of all life, hunt for wisdom and bring it to earth.

I need that wisdom seek an answer to the biggest issue plaguing me and our world, love out of balance.

Wish me luck in my meditations.

Namaste,
Ken Sheetz
http://dreamshield.org/

PS The eagle rock formation I took the photo for this DreamShield art is from my train meditation yesterday. It’s called Angel Rock by the tour. An angel of an eagle from my train car’s angle.

TURKOS AND THE MERMAID’S QUEST – A True Past-Life Story

On July 25, 2013January 23, 2026 By Ken SheetzIn DreamShield, Mayan Calendar, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, The Shift, Uncategorized8 Comments

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. – Plato

By Ken Sheetz

The world ends at midnight today, July 25, 2013. At least according the Mayans per expert Stephanie Sutton, wife of scientist Patrick Flanagan who I am filming here in Sedona for THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS.

This makes today a once in a many lifetimes day to wax nostalgic and share past lives this past 5,125 years. Which was your favorite past life? Please post your favorite past life below!

Ah. I am happy just thinking back over so many amazing past lives I connect to in meditation.

One as Samuel Warner where I founded Warner Broz. (typo intentional) and saw the birth of Hollywood. A life cut short when I died at 40 of a sinus infection. I battle sinus infections in this life too, one almost took my life 5 years ago. My bum nose is my kryptonite.

I’ve had an incredible life as a Native America shaman named Laughing Skies. I lived here on the Sedona area in the 1800s . My people were all slain by the white man as I did a vision quest gathering dreams on my dream shield.

I’ve learned just this week, as the old world winds down, that dream shields unlike dream catchers were not used to block dreams but used by shamans, like I was, as projection screens to share visions with the tribe.

I truly had no idea how aptly I named the Big Bang of my visions in Italy of ET building a dream shield about the earth for our aid in evolution. And so I could not resist Facebooking my producer friend Barnet Bain, who made the amazing WHAT DREAMS MAY COME, starring Robin Williams.

You see, when I first began DreamShield in 2010, I talked to Barnet about it as I thought I might be losing my marbles. Barnet encouraged me to share my visions, but he passed on getting aboard with DreamShield.org as he did not like the name. Barnet said DreamShield seemed fearful, this warding off of dreams. As good pals in film, he on the silver screen with epic films and me modestly on PBS and YouTube with much smaller budgets, we both get a chuckle that a dream shield is actually for sharing dreams in groups and a precursor to our modern-day dream shield of sharing dreams with crowds on the movie screens of all shapes and sizes from the movie theaters to cell phones. All of them dream shield’s of we modern-day film shamans.

Laughing Skies spirit visits me often as a guide to me in this life on how to heal the white man to be more like the Native Americans, more at one with the mother earth and father sky. A shocking fact considering the white man killed all his people and family. I vividly remember when I was Laughing Skies tossing all my dead tribe, wife, son, daughter and mother, on a funeral pyre and then diving into the flames to join them.

But of all the past lives I have so far gotten in touch with, my favorite is when I was the warrior-mayor of ancient Athens. Time travel with me to ancient Greece when Athens flourished as the flower of mankind.

TURKOS AND THE MERMAID’S QUEST – A True Past-Life Story

One, cool for August, summer day I ride from Athens for the beach atop my horse Pegasus, named for the steed of Greek legend. My real-life Pegasus, white also but without wings, and I have won many battles together. We ride as warrior brothers.

I tether Pegasus to a cypress tree and make my way down to the port of Piraeus to inspect new fortifications.

Afterwards I stroll the white beach, loyal Pegasus, following behind at a respectful distance as I ponder matters of state. Rain threatens. The sea air is fresh. A seagull cries out overhead and I say to Pegasus, whose ears perk with understanding, “I thank Zeus for all this beauty! We are blessed, Pegasus!”

As the youngest general ever of Greece, who saved the city of Athens from raiders, my skills with sword and shied are second to none. I am named warrior-mayor before the age of thirty. I am a fierce berserk er style warrior, who will never taste defeat in combat or contest.

I love the beach to keep my fighting skills sharp and go through sword lunges that have ended the lives of many an enemy of Athens.

A dazzling Oriental mermaid leaps from the sea and perches herself on an outcropping of rocks. Pegasus rears and whinnies in terror. I laugh grabbing his reins, “Ha! Brave Pegasus who has ridden into Hades with me, you fear mermaids!”

The mermaid laughs as I finally calm Pegasus, “Hail, great warrior-mayor Turkos! I Hato, Mermaid Queen of the East, swam far to seek you out.”

I bow and say, “And for what purpose do you seek of me, fair Mermaid Queen of the East?

“You are called by the god Poseidon to a quest, great Turkos.”

“A quest. What does the mighty Poseidon ask of me?” I say.

“Your excellence with sword and shield. Great Poseidon asks you slay an evil dragon plaguing the coastal cities of the Orient!”

My answer comes swift and sure. “I am honored by Poseidon’s request to aid you in your hour of need, beautiful mermaid queen,” I say offering a sword salute from my to my heart to Hato’s and add, “However, my wife Penelope, my three young children and Athens would be left defenseless against the dragons of the north. So I must refuse.

“You dare decline Poseidon, a wrathful god?” says Hato in shock, her tail flapping nervously on the rocks.

“Yes, Mermaid Queen. I respectfully decline and ask Poseidon seek another to slay the evil dragon attacking the Orient. My quest is here in Athens, protecting those I love.”

Hato ponders for a long time, shocked at my refusal to come to her aid. Obviously, this is the first time anyone has ever said no to the gorgeous siren.

Whinnies from Pegasus break the hypnosis of the waves and Hato says, “I offer you my protection against Poseidon’s wrath. For he is sure to be sorely vexed with you.”

I am touched Hato is more worried for me than disappointed at my decline to the quest. I bow to her and say, “Thank you, Hato, queen of the mermaids. I am sure your beauty will protect us all in Athens from Poseidon’s rage at my selfishness.”

‘”Selfishness? No, fair warrior! Sweet Athens and your family are blessed by your love and talents. I honor your decision made from a pure heart of love,” says Hato. She bows graciously with a loving smile that pierces my soul. Hato dives back into the azure Mediterranean waters.

I live out my long life as Turkos the warrior-mayor of Athens with honor and love. I never regret declining Hato the merimaid queen’s call to action as I will save many citizens and loved ones before hanging up my sword and shield. But I always felt bad I could not be in two places at once and help Hato the mermaid queen.

One day, as a very old man in his 80s, my battles far behind me, most of my family gone of old age, I sit in mediation on the beach. Hato leaps from the sea onto the very same rock some 50 years earlier. Though I am old and gray, Hato is as young and dazzling as ever.

“Hato! Thank you for all your protection from Poseidan’s wrath all these years!”

“Hail, Turkos. Your life has been long and honorable,” says Hato.

“What brings you back to my shores? My Pegasus is gone and I am old, certainly not another quest?” I exclaim.

“You are passing to the next world soon, great Turkos. I want to free you of doubt in your choice as a young man.” says Hato as she transforms her fins into legs and walks to me and sits down at my side in the white sand.

“Ah, yes. Seldom has a day passed with my wondering if you found a replacement to slay the dragon.”

Hato places her hand on my forehead. Her touch is as cool as the sea. “You made the right decision. I found another warrior to slay the dragon plaguing my seas. The world is filled with warriors.”

“I am so glad you and your people were saved, Hato,” I say, tears of gratitude welling.

“Be at peace, Tukos, and listen. For though I found a warrior to take your place with sword and shield, I’ve never found a man who loved his own kind so deeply as to risk the wrath of a god.”

My eyes close and I pass happily into death to the gentle sound of the ocean waves and the cool feel of Hato the mermaid queen’s hand on my fevered brow.

TEACHER’S PET OF THE DAMANHUR

When I share some of this story with the amazing Shama Viola, much of it has come to me more fully in meditations over the past year, the light worker from Damanhur of Italy smiles at first.

I am with a group of seven other students, in Shama’s past life workshop. We are in a teepee at Great Spirits ranch in Malibu. It’s summer 2012 and the fan is not keeping the teepee cool. I am covered in a sheen of sweat when my turn comes to tell the class the past life of Turkos.

I am always teacher’s pet as a bright, if rambunctious student, and I await Shama’s praise of me as the ace past life traveler right out of the box.

Shama instead scolds me,”No, Ken! No! Turkos is a wonderful past life, Ken, but not the past life our Damanhur oracles in our underground temples have chosen for you to study today!”

“But it’s a great life. I was so happy!” I say in shock at Shama’s scolding.

“Look deeper. You have led thousands of lives. Tune to the life we have chosen for you to study,” says Shama.

Shama moves onto all the other students and I am the only one who has not tuned into the right past life!

Besides feeling like class dunce instead of my usual ace role, I am frustrated beyond measure and think, ” I want to know more of Turkos and his amazing life. Now I have to find another life? Why? Turkos is the first past life I ever know about. Ha! And Shama is displeased as though I can just can dial-up another past live like an Iphone? The nerve of these Damanhurs! ”

My ego is deeply inflamed and I remain stuck on the Turkos life the entire first day of the Damanhur workshop. I fall behind all the other students, some of whom have come from as far away as the east coast. Finally, on day two, breaking a sweat in meditation I find the past life Shama wants me to study.

I am shocked I was a woman. My name was Maya, a powerful female shaman who lived in the rain forests of Brazil on the banks of a great river. After a lifetime of healing thousands, Maya transforms into an eagle feather as she passes from this world. Now Shama is happy and I quickly catch up to the other students as Maya’s life pours into me.

It’s a profound experience I highly recommend. Shama’s Damanhur Past life workshop travels about the world and is not to be missed.

But I still shudder thinking of the dress Shama made me wear in role-playing as Maya! 220 pound me, 6′ tall me and a 6’4″ tall buddy named Marvin, whose past life was a slave girl from Egypt. Not a pretty sight we two men in drag on a spirit dude ranch in Malibu.

Wonderful as Shama and the Damanhur are in getting me in touch with Maya and the healing powers Maya passed onto me for ongoing work dor freeing people from the Matrix via my social mind over media work at BuzzBroz.com, I still wish we had been able to also work on my life as the mayor of Greece. A man who knew how to love so well. A skill I struggle with in this life, as I am great at giving love, but feeble at receiving love.

Stay tuned to the blog as I travel in the fall the Italy and visit the eco-city of Damanhur itself in search of the answers. My next life the Damanhur want me to study is that of a 19th century Russian physicist. Fortunately, you get clues of who you were after your first class. So Turkos I know is not my next life. My five most important past lives to this one have all been determined. I hope one of them is the brave lover Turkos.

THE NEW GOLDEN AGE DAWN JULY 26th 2013. TOMORROW!

It’s also my hope and dream that tomorrow, the first official day of new Golden Age, that I, and the many like me who cannot accept love easily, will be able to fully open our hearts like Turkos. I am filled with excitement and hope here in the red rocks of Sedona toiling with Patrick Flanagan of PhiSciences, a master of past life study, to bring you videos that will change the world.

Enjoy this video I made of Patrick sharing his life as Nikola Tesla. This remarkable story that will be the opening of the movie I am writing about Patrick’s amazing life.

UNLOCKING THE QUANTUM PHYSICS OF A BIPOILAR FATHER

On July 24, 2013August 1, 2013 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

There are two things in life for which we are never truly prepared: twins. ~Josh Billings

By Ken Sheetz

Holy Multi-dimensional creatures, Batman! They live among us!

Do they come from the stars? In a way, but only as science will tell you we all do. In fact, you likely have at least a pair of these amazing multi-dimensional beings hiding in your family tree somewhere. They are identical twins.

These DNA doubles, identical twins, I theorize are the same single soul, living two alternate realities at the same time. Science is saying that identical twins, triplets, quadruplets and up and up, have identical DNA at conception, but very quickly what the fetus experiences in womb will create subtle differences in their genetics.

I am no scientist, merely a thinker, a filmmaker taping into to cosmic field through amplified meditation using Dr. Patrick Flanagan’s amazing Neurophoe in my meditations here in the powerful energy field of Sedona. Techo-meditation as I have dubbed accelerated meditation using the Flanagan Neuirohone is literally unlocking the secrets of the universe to me.

My hypothesis about the “Twin-i-verse” is it gives a way for the soul to double it’s exploration of life, the whole basis for many worlds in the first place. So simple, millions of our lives times two. A doubly ambitious soul exploration to be admired. I hope a scientist reading this blog will one day check out my musings.

THEY LIVE WITHIN US!

Yesterday, as this mystery kept unfolding, I saw that Twins not only live among us… they live within us. This next piece of the twin puzzle of Many Worlds within came to me over ice creams at the Dairy Queen with my friend Mica Monet. Two universes experienced within the same body at the same time in twin fashion is what is commonly called Bipolar disorder.

Bipolar disorder is a condition I believe my father suffered from. He would shift from one inner twin’s universe, one the loving father to the drunken abusive father with visible changes to his outward appearance. Booze was what opened his inner portal between the two multiverses within him.

My father died in 2011 at the age of 82. He always seemed like a kid. That was, I see now, because his soul was living life in two shifts living 41 years each in the same body .

Better understanding my bipolar, inner twin, father allows me to love more fully the twin dad within who that taught me to hunt, fish, to draw, to play the piano, and have fun in life. It was this twin within who always provided well for us all and who never abandoned me. This also allows me see he had an evil dark twin that was exploring in our world.

WHY INNER AND OUTER TWINS?

Inner twin soul exploration, time cut is in half. This slower unfolding of time, would be useful for intense soul exploration that would permit resting time for each twin sharing one body. Sounds crazy but makes total sense. Outer twins in our reality can explore the worlds twice as fast, perhaps for lighter discovery. Come to think of it I’ve never met a twin that was not bright and bubbly. Have you? Inner universe bipolar twins sharing a body for slower more intense soul discovery are dark and dangerous personalities that confuse the hell out of us. We learn some hard lessons and experience as kids of these inner twins a lot chaos. It’s a touch childhood but so many light workers I meet had a bipolar parent I see it has a purpose too.

WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT, TWINIE?

So that the why what about the what. What do our soul do forming this twin life? My theory is that twins are the souls way to manipulate time. A loop-hole in the EMC2 reality we are all creating by agreement. Outer twins give you faster soul exploration doubling the multiverses, and we are seeing identical quintuplets now. Think of that for accelerated soul exploration. While inner twins, expressed as bipolar and multiple personalities is a was for the to slow down time for soul exploration.

PAT-TING MYSELF ON THE BACK

Not bad theorizing for a non-scientist. Patrick Flanagan’s genius has rubbed off on me with his gift of his IQ boosting Neurophone!This insight into my past using this new knowledge of twins and the multiverses is a new Big Bang within me of infinite healing across all my souls multiverses. And I thank both my father’s personalities for that. Namaste, Dad, if you and your reuinted soul aspects are reading this . Your life led me to a breakthrough others may concur with. In writing this close another discovery. After death our million of multi-dimensional soul aspects come back into oneness and rest for the next exploration.
Enjoy this great DVD extra from the movie SOURCE CODE that explains much about Quantum Physics in just 1:24.