“In the not too distant future, humanity will have full on telepathic abilities. That we will be able to levitate and fly through the air at will.”
-Dr. Patrick Flanagan – From HUMAN FLIGHT-THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS
Sorry not to blog in a while! I am busy in Arizona filming famed scientist Dr. Patrick Flanagan for a web series called THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS for his cutting edge company, PHISCIENCES. It’s been an amazing collaboration.
Originally I planned to shoot it all in 30 days and edit back home in LA, but I’ve done enough spirit filming to know you do not rush genius. 70 days later I am still in AZ and it looks like the assignment will carry me well into June. But this weary world traveler and spirit reporter is enjoying being on one spot for a change.
Each glorious day, I remain on call here in Arizona, just outside Sedona in Cottonwood, for when Patrick is inspired and available. As of the date of this blog we are at 26 of the experiment videos complete with 24 to go and the series will easily break 5 million views.
Filming Patrick my spirit guides say will bring an awakening to millions. He is a profoundly productive human being and he’s become my favorite client of all time, surpassing Oprah Winfrey. So that’s saying a lot about why you’ll enjoy his experiments, exclusively on my BuzzBroz – Mind Over Media channel that produced all the Antarctica meditation videos. Enjoy, then after the jump I begin to share my AZ adventure off the clock!
SPIRIT HYDRATION IN ARIZONA
Being in AZ 70 days, with one quick trip home to LA then up to San Francisco to film Patrick speaking at the New Living Expo so far has given me a rare opportunity to enjoy Arizona life to its fullest. Back a few weeks, I went to visit the local Cottonwood church for Easter. I’ve not been a practicing Catholic since about 1991 and never will be again. To me now, spirit is like the water: everywhere, free and abundant. And the religions are man’s bottled water brands. I am no longer interested in drinking bottled water, preferring drinking from source, which I find within in meditation.I had happened in late for the service, just after communion.
When the service ended rather than rush out to my car as I once would do with all the crowd after Mass, I stood in back of the church and enjoyed the people’s faces as they exited. Most were in the same state of bliss I recognize from meditation events I’ve been honored to conduct.
This was lovely confirmation of my bottled water analogy. Humanity is a beautiful thing. It’s all going to work out so beautifully as the 5th dimension unfolds. I was filled with peace, not buying into the fear of Satan and hell part of this brand of water called Catholic.
My way of expressing my gratitude today for the blessings of my http://dreamshield.org/ project was to do something I’ve never done before, give a homeless hitchhiker a ride to Cottonwood, AZ, after taking photos at the Catholic church. But it became a bit of a SEINFELD episode when the old fellow, African-American, became very choosy about where he would be dropped off in the one horse AZ berg. Driving in Cottonwood circles went on for about half hour, scouring the small tourist town for the perfect drop spot. Lucky for me I don’t have much of sense of smell as one could only guess the last time he bathed from how he looked, poor man.
As we wandered for a drop off point, I began to feel the poor soul did not really want to find, I learned his name was Joseph, appropriate for an Easter Sunday and he was from my adopted home town of Chicago and recited the history of all our mayors. I read his energy field in the confined car as he sniffled from a cold and picking his chaffed nose: he was a ball of short circuiting confusion. I sent him healing intent as felt he was a brother on this crazy 5th dimensional trip.
Finally, after apologizing to Joseph that I did not have more time to give him, he selected a burger joint for his drop off. I carried his tattered rolling suitcase to a picnic spot in the shade and gave him $20 to help on his journey.
As he settled in for lunch at and we said our good-byes he asked a flood of questions about this guy sharing what has likely been he first ride in a car in a good while.
“So you’re Catholic?” said Joseph.
“Used to be a customer. I drink from the source now. Cut out the middle man. Happy Easter.”
And I left the perplexed Joseph to find his way up to Flagstaff and the Amtrak train in the shade at the Sonic burger joint.
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Boy, you’re an alien Your touch so foreign It’s supernatural Extraterrestrial, extraterrestrial, extraterrestrial – KATY PERRY – E.T. LYRICS
By Ken Sheetz
While I was in Antarctica 12.12.12 I was granted a view of a land without cities, or even trees for that matter. And the ETs that guided me there celebrated the human mind, body and soul. The ETs say that the bad news we watch everyday is such a small sliver of who we are that it’s simply a way of making humans feel small by the corporations who seek to control us.
I love the work of Katy Perry. She’s out there and free as a penguin. After her Grammy outfit she wore I became inspired to celebrate her as the ETs have taught me. Enjoy.
And while we are celebrating humanity take a look at our Titans in Antarctica meditation which features such great of the human species as JFK, Gandhi, Marilyn Monroe, FDR, the Dalia Lama, MLK, George Carlin, John Lennon and Carl Sagan.
They talk about this Great Recession if it fell out of the sky, like, ‘Oh, my goodness, where did it come from?’ It came from this man (Bush) voting to put two wars on a credit card… Vice President Joe Biden
I avoid debt like the plague. I’ve not had a credit card since the 90’s when I lost everything in a real estate crash and a “workout” banker from Barclays threatened to put me in jail if I’d made a single error on my financial statement and wanted to photograph every single thing in my million dollar Chicago home, which they planned on taking too. This triggered my divorce from a wife of 18 years and, sadly, my ending up only seeing my kids on weekends. Debt is not for me. I am a cash customer and no slave to debt. Because that’s all debt is, slavery.
So imagine my outrage at an unexpected PayPal lesson I’m sharing today, One requiring continuing deep meditation for me to ever grasp. A lesson that I learned the hard way on the return trip from Antarctica. Namely, that a PayPal debit card can unexpectedly turn into a credit card.
Turns out, as I traveled home from Antarctica. charges by the Argentina boat company got stuck in the PayPal system for almost an entire month without impacting my balance. This meant I was spending money to get home on the debit card I did not really have available. I’d been forced deep into debt by PayPal, lots of debt.
But I was grateful to be home faster and working on my videos of the amazing Antarctica trip, so I tried to reason with PayPal. I’ve learned the hard way that debt collectors, who work on percentage commissions and bonuses, all exhibit a shark-like-feeding-frenzy-behavior that never achieves a thing in the end. So I did my very best to convince the PayPal customer service people not to send this matter over to their dark side, collections. I assured PayPal I valued their service as a longstanding client and the journey faster home their mistake had given me, and that within 90 days or so I would resolve the negative balance.
All of this fell on deaf PayPal bureaucratic ears. Within days of my trying to reason with PayPal for a little time, and we are talking days!, not the usual weeks or months that even heartless banks use before sending an overdraft to collections, I began getting a dozen collections calls per day. Day and night, Saturdays, Sundays, holidays, the PayPal collection robot clogged up my cell phone.
LOL, the PayPal collection robot is calling right now as I write! Good thing I have a musical ring tone I enjoy.
Still, I felt grateful to PayPal and broke my normal policy to talk to their in-house collection people. Several times, these past few weeks since all this nonsense began, I offered the PayPal collection folk free advertising on the hit DreamShield.org website until they were paid in full. I even researched the email for the PayPal president and sent a friendly offer to do the best to work this out. No response came back from either the PayPal president’s office or his dark side collections people. Sponsor spots have sold for thousands for our popular project. So my offer was a creative solution to the problem PayPal caused. But no dice.
Despite $600 of precious cash that went into my PayPal in the midst of this debt vortex, my tight money that should have been a sign of good faith since my returning from Antarctica, PayPal, after less than 30 days from the overdraft which they caused, turned my account over to an OUTSIDE collections agency. Such a waste of $600 in tight times that it stings like salt in a wound.
PayPal’s collection process, which now goes on my credit report, I worried, had undone 4 years of hard work I have spent rebuilding my credit rating after the recession hit me so hard in 2009 that I lost my car and apartment. Perhaps it’s just as well. Why rebuild a credit rating when I hate debt so much? More meditation matter.
UPDATE 5/28/13 : PAYPAL REPAID
About 30 days longer than I promised I finally had the dough to repay PayPal. But after 4 months of their collection agency calls days and night I was angry and thought of stiffing the unsympathetic giant or at least letting it slide. But in my meditations the ET angels were quick in response as PayPal was a tool in completing the mission of gentle 2012, intentional or otherwise. Angels also said I must do this with no expectation of kindness from PayPal who has frozen my account. I paid off the balance to the PayPal collection agency today, 5/28/13. Hard one but I’ve learned to trust the ET angels of DreamShield as guides. Also, PayPal had not turned it to collections but for some odd reason it was never reported to my credit does not appear damaged by this. Sheesh. ET Angels sure work is weird ways. But alls well that ends well. And it feels great to honr the vital work of the Antarctica mission by repaying PayPal for their Unintentional Sponsorship.
Oh, another thing. I have a dear client whose house burned to the ground while I was in Antarctica. So he is understandably two months behind on paying me for my social media services. He lost his credit cards in the fire, but more importantly a dog. He and his wife and kids barely escaped with their lives.
I behaved the way I’d like a company like PayPal to behave. I told my client to forget about the bill until he’s back on his feet. It’s a small start on the road to compassion in business. And his past due bill will never be turned over to a collection agency.
Below is my 1990’s skyscraper project I am still paying for in my life. Stay out of debt, friends.Cash or barter for your needs. The old ways are sometimes the best ways.
“Do you ever wonder if–well, if there are people living on the third planet?’ ‘The third planet is incapable of supporting life,’ stated the husband patiently. ‘Our scientists have said there’s far too much oxygen in their atmosphere.” ― Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles
Hard for me to believe it’s not even been three years since I first met the ETs of Orion in a vision in Italy. I show their beauty and love embodiment to the best of my ability in this 2011 art. The knowledge of the Orions became clearer and clearer to me as I neared Antarctica. This is the first time I am sharing what I have learned about these blue guardians of our blue world.
Ken’s First Encounter with ETs in Italy 2010
At first I believed seeing the Orions was simply a product of my overactive imagination, as I was the only person of the meditation group of 20 to see them that fateful May 5, 2010, in a horse stable turned yoga hall, nestled in the gentle rolling hills of Pulia Italy, during a group healing.
These “aliens”, quote marks as they have lived on earth long before us, are from the Orion star system. Orions stand 7 to 8 foot tall and have gorgeous blue skin that glistens with the dazzling inner energy of their huge hearts. Their large wings, that often get them dubbed angels in sightings, are of a spiked crystal substance rather than feathers.
Although the Orions look much like us, they evolved from a species that can best be described from our earthly inventory of labels, as a cross between insect, bird and mammal. Orions are in awe of the diversity of life on our world as their planet’s life is homogenous and hive-like in intelligence.
Orions have a fierce love for the human species, much the same fierce love you see in our animal rights activists. And like our activists they are not afraid to bend the Galactic rules
Ken in Antarctica on 12.12.12 Assisting ETs in Saving Planet Earth From the Mayan Pole Shift
when action in called for to protect us from ourselves.
These ETs love the cold, as planet Nectaar, the world they evolved on, is an ice moon that revolves around a gas giant twice the size of Jupiter. Orions are therefore at home in both the Antarctic south polar regions and the Arctic the north. These magnetic poles serve as their main bases, safely hidden from our dimension, and where they reside in the millions.
The Orions also have outposts scattered across the globe, where they observe human activity and intervene on our behalf when needed. Orions do this vital work through willing human psychic subjects, like me and many other people, as it’s forbidden, much like the Prime Directive in Star Trek’s subconsciously channeled wisdom, to take direct action.
One day, when humanity has sufficiently evolved in the Shift and takes its rightful place in galactic society. we will meet them in the flesh.
I am blessed to have gotten to know the Orions well through meditation and through my trip to Antarctica. They set me on the mission to save our world 5,125 years of fear and misinterpretation of the Mayan calendar. A mission that reached its successful conclusion in Antarctica precisely on 12.12.12 with 24 meditations they guided me to perform. And they honored us with a direct meditation for #11 through my channeling the Orion called Ohom, who has many names in human culture.
“You matter.” Pepper Lewis, Gaia, from THE BLUE JEWEL
By Ken Sheetz
I was blessed to conduct 24 meditations in Antarctica on 12.12.12. All were done with joy to help shift the negativity of the pole shift into a positive shift of human consciousness. Then I relaxed into 8 days of expeditions on the continent of ice as I began editing on the ship.
On 12.14.12 we had a wedding on the ship of two beautiful passengers who had been rescued from a zodiac trapped in the ice that broke out during meditation 24 that I caught it all on film on 12.12.12.
So much love, so much joy at the wedding that all was well. We partied all night. It was bliss. We danced to songs of love.
The next day the news at breakfast of the terrible grade school shooting reached us in Antarctica on our peaceful ship. There were a handful of Americans aboard, and the rest of us were from 14 countries around the world. All we band of Americans were in a daze.
I was grateful to be so far from the pain of America . I can’t imagine how all of you felt here in the heart of the negativity storm of that time. But the storm grew in my heart. The insanity of kids killing kids!
What the hell was going on? Had my 24 meditations meant anything I wondered as I spent time failing t enjoy the Brit base later that day. My camera broke that day right after I had someone take my picture with a penguin. This was the start of month long string of electronic disasters, including a car’s engine that fried to a total loss on Monday on my way to have myself hypnotized my Peter Bedard. So deeply had my faith in the ETs been shaken I know now I sought my own reassurances not the doubters on Facebook.
Had I entered the wrong timeline? Where the hell was the Ascension?! Two days post 12.12.12 and a school is laid waster by madness?! if this was not the shift it was shit!
So I’ve kept to myself mostly since returning from Antarctica. A fiend’s empty apartment my fortress of editing solitude. I’ve been swearing like a sailor at the littlest things. Angry as a wounded bear.
Even the weather of all America has been Antarctic cold since my return to cool my caged fury. I buried myself in work. Barely eating, down to pennies. I wanted the videos to save me. Surely some answers lay there? Some hidden angel in picture whispering answers WHY!!!
I know now that all the stuff thay began going wrong electronically and more stems from the storm of negative energy I have been processing. I am a powerful tool of the shift and this had become dangerous. I needed to get to the bottom of the barrel. So i divorced myself of every material thing binding me to this world. And the answer finally came today and I finally have some Antarctic wisdom to share about the Ascension and the Shift.
PEPPER LEWIS’ GAIA SETS ME ON THE PATH TO ANSWERS
I began making headway in coping with my feeling out shame and outrage meeting Pepper Lewis, who channels Gaia, and what she had to say to me in this interview at the screening of THE BLUE JEWEL. Gaia loves humanity as her crowning achievement and judges our species as a whole. Despite the horrors of the loss of these poor little kids and the little kids who die everyday from hunger, Pepper assured me Gaia thinks we are a marvel that will one day help not just our world but the entire universe and multi-verse. A far cry from my feelings until that moment. It was life changing to interview Pepper. Perhaps even life saving.
So I’m with Pepper and Gaia. My negativity storm is over. There’s far more good about humankind than bad as a species. It’s important we not overreact in 9/11 fashion. Bullet proof school wear? Yeah that’s out there now. It’s all fear. All that’s holding us back.
NEXT IS A TRANSMISSION FROM THE ET ANGELS OF ANTARCTICA WHO LOVE US LIKE GAIA
Friends, do not be ashamed of yourselves, your beautiful children, your beautiful world. Rather, love yourselves deeply, as deep as your beautiful blue seas.
Accept reality — we speak not of wild conspiracy theories of governments doing something so vile as killing the little ones — but accept that the wild energy of planet in transformation is no easy thing. Accept that you are on a planet in Shift where some people, big or small, are simply unable to cope.
Believe in your power, Believe that the power of the little ones is exactly the same as the big ones, at the soul level.
YOU are ALL, each and every one of you, far more than you know. YOU have ALL chosen how you came to this world and how you will leave this world. This is a hard thing to accept. Surrender to the fact life is a mystery and that negative and positive energy will always co-exist.
Be of great joy you are making the Shift and we are so proud of all you, big and small.
Much love,
We are One!
The ET Angels of the DreamShield
Antarctica Base
…Clean the barrel to make room for the new! – Ken Sheetz
Today when I could not buy a friend a $5 juice, $5 for freaking juice?!!!!, at Starbucks, I realized that I had once again reached the end of my cash reserves while finishing the last of the 3 Antarctica meditations. This happens to me whenever I edit. I am in such bliss I stop all business. In the case of Antarctica even more so. I simply stock up and food in the fridge and just edit, edit, edit in bliss. Happens when I screen write too.
My usual routine after too much delay getting back to money-making, is a flurry of panicked calls to my wealthy backers. HELP! Not a pretty sight. But despite this insane way I operate, I manifest money quick when I set a mind to it. Most at one time being $162 million in just 6 months of fund raising to build a skyscraper in Chicago.
But today I did something different. No desperate phone calls. I’ve learned from the penguins I meditated with in Antarctica, to be cool. I was guided to meditate about making room for the new age abundance in my new life. Yep. When you reach the bottom of the barrel it’s simply time to clean the barrel.
Rapidly, I began to scrape out old energies of all the stuff I’ve bought and squandered my life energies on. I began with the most wasteful, cars! Mercedes, Jaguar, BWM, SAAB, Mercedes, VW and Toyota tugged from my mouth up from my gut.
I immediately felt lighter. I kept pulling the old energy of things I’d spent precious life energy buying, houses, food, stocks, furniture, clothes and on and on the meditation still goes. Jewelry, computers, cell phones…
When I close my eyes I can I can see it all as a huge pyramid of golden stuff, there’s even the skyscraper that was in me. No wonder there was no room for new lasting wealth. There is now. Watch out world this round the stuff I expend life energy on is going to be way different, travel, romance, learning, joy. Things to enrich me and the world not stuff Madison Avenue wants me to spend on to make them rich while the stuff all falls apart.
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost
By Ken Sheetz
Hypnotherapist Peter Bedard CreateYourHealth.com
Unless I had Peter Bedard as witness no one might ever believe all that happened to me on MLK Day. Monday, as posted on my page on Facebook, I was set to have myself put under deep hypnosis by Peter, who I trust, obviously, as I’ve never allowed myself put under before. In advance of the session I prepared a series of questions based on some of the tough skeptics I’d faced on Facebook in fund-raising that got me to Antarctica. Peter would ask:
1. Were there ETs, German ghosts and Gods really guiding you to the South Pole to help save earth from a Mayan pole shift or was it all in your imagination?
2. Are you seeking fame or cult status from any of this work you are doing?
3. (Assuming it’s all legit as I feel it is) Does the Orion Ohom who speaks through you have any wisdom or warning to share about humanity’s future post 12/21/12?
4. What is the power behind the 24 meditation videos you are posting to http://dreamshield.org to help humanity?
The idea: Film me under hypnosis and share all, no matter the results to challenge the naysayers. But in the days since leaving Antarctica on 12.20.12, leading to the visit with Peter back home in LA many odd things began to happen, phones going dead, ATMs taking my credit card then going blank, forcing me to travel 7,000 miles without cash or credit, PayPal strangely disabled upon my return with messed up balances, cooking “accidents”, lost luggage, friends acting like strangers and strangers like friends, getting super low on funds but getting by just fine without money and more.
But, stubborn person I am, I pushed on ignoring all signs to do the hypno interview with Peter. On Monday morning I showered, dressed, gathered my camera gear and headed off in a car a friend has kindly borrowed to me and for whom I am house sitting: Successful actor/insurance agent Tom Katsis. It’s been my car all month, a treat for me over the cost renting them as needed as usual. Tom has almost single-handed created the soft landing for my meteoric return from Antarctica after mounting a film production in the most remote and expensive place to travel to on earth. The meditation videos would not be posting until Spring without him and the way things are going with my electronics who knows if they might have vanished forever by now.
Despite the money from the crowd I am personally out of pockets thousands of dollars for unexpected costs. I’ve never been financially weaker in my life. But I don’t worry about money like I used to as I continue to press on in the editing of the 24 meditation videos in the solitude of Tom’s home. At least I have gained that much faith in the beings helping me.
Lucifer Takes His Throne Milton’s “Paradise Lost”
Back to MLK day. As I reached the Silver Lake area my Android phone’s navigation voice began to lead me in circles. I kept ending up back on Angus Street. Angus, as followers of my work know, is a Scottish earth angel spirit badass enforcer of the Galactic council protecting of our world as we ascend. Peter was not available to guide me to his office despite repeated phone calls to help lead me out of the 30 minutes of the Angus-loop I was strangely trapped in. It’s amazing how dependent we are on these cell phones for navigation now.
Silver Lake seemed to have no gas stations to ask directions where the Android guided me. Worse though, I felt a cloud of confusion come over me. A growing fear something was wrong about all this.
Peter finally rang me on the phone and told me the Android navigator had led me in circles 20 minutes away from his offices. He had reached me just as the Android led me a dead-end on a tiny street, so narrow I could barely turn Tom’s Saab around. Problem was navigation uses lots of juice and now my phone was running out of power. Peter guided me all the way to the 110 for Pasadena and then I lost him.
The Android navigation was all I had again. Suddenly every electric system in the car began to give signals of failure with a cacophony of beeping in concert with all the emergency lights, smack in the middle of the 110. I pulled off an exit instantly and then the car completely conked out. I coasted off the ramp and was stuck on a hill unable to push the car to a safe spot.
I’d had lots of coffee, as I do when I edit, before heading out and the hour in the car meant I needed to relieve myself. There was not a bush in sight and I did my best to hide my business from cars going by.
Tom told me the nine-year old car might act up as he turned over the keys to me, but I never suspected anything like this, never experienced anything like the beeps and lights that sent me here on a side road called Stadium Way. No worries. There was AAA coverage for emergency service on the car Tom had assured me before he left town and I dailed the first AAA number I found. “Closed for MLK day” the voice mail said. My phone was nearly dead. I decided to try Peter again while still could.
He explained the Android had taken me further away and that I was now 30 minutes away from him and that he had a client in 40. The trip was a total waste. But he was willing to cancel the appointment and come get me as I had no cash for tow trucks and still no operating credit card.
As I waited for Peter I decided to turn the Saab ignition and it started up smooth as silk. I called Peter and we agreed it was too late for the filming and, besides, I told Peter, this all felt too weird to be coincidence. I told him it felt like the ETs were unhappy with the idea of this interrogation of myself I was trying to do.
Heading back to Tom’s place in Sherman Oaks, the incredible sense of disorientation began to lift when suddenly the lights and beeps started again. This time I was ready, put the car into neutral and coasted the car, flashers going. I was coasting slower and slower. I broke a sweat as there was no shoulder to the 101 here. Lucky there was enough slope I made it past the insanely dangerous part of the 101.
The Saab coasted onto the ramp for Santa Monica Blvd and I pulled onto a shoulder, just big enough for one car in distress. Now, there somehow was full battery power so the flashers worked. LAPD was Johnny on the spot and the officer asked what my plans were. I said the car was behaving erratically, sounded awful and I would call AAA. All the time worrying to myself how low my cell phone power was to in fact make such a call. The cop asked if I knew my coordinates and, having to think a moment through my confusion, I finally told him, ” Santa Monica and the 101.” Then he was off and I was alone with Tom’s Saab.
Paradise Lost
I opened the hood and the motor fan was racing. The engine heat was intense. I checked the oil, full. Checked the coolant, boiling. Nothing to do but call AAA I decided. So I dug into Tom’s papers and found the national toll-free AAA number. The operator asked for Tom’s card number and I explained it was not in the car.. The operator coldly explained there was nothing they could do without Tom’s ID. I said, “Just look up his name and address and find his number on your computer.” The operator calmly said “No, sir –” just as the Android went dead.
I had been editing for 3 weeks solid since getting back to LA. All to get the cool footage from Antarctica, that includes an amazing rescue at sea and wedding, up on Youtube. And it has paid off. News services are broadcasting clips now in 180 markets. But in my rush to make the editing happen I’ve burned the last of my cash reserves. I sat on that lonely ramp without power, without money, wondering what the hell this was all about and how I’d ever solve this one.
Then I surrendered to the moment, “Sorry I doubted you guys. This wasn’t about proving something to doubters on FB but my own doubts,” I said the blue LA sky as cars whisked past on the 101. A joyous flow I was now out of synch with. Another hour passed, again my middle-aged old kidneys got the better of me and I used the Saab as cover. I tried the Saab again and it started up a bit then conked out again. Now, I could tell that if the Saab cooled a little more it would run again, but not enough to get me home the way it sounded.
If I was to rescue Tom’s car from a city tow truck and the impound lot that would cost a small fortune I had to take action. I could see a few shops at the top of the Santa Monica Blvd ramp that looked open despite the MLK holiday. I decided to risk leaving Tom’s car to try to find a phone. How I’d know anyone’s number without the Android I had no idea. But I slung my camera bag over my shoulder and made my way along the treacherous dirt path after the emergency asphalt ended. An expedition more dangerous that anything I’d experienced in the eight days of expeditions in Antarctica.
I entered a copy store and the women running it were busy. Persian was my guess, fearing a language barrier might be an issue. Finally I caught the eye of a young lady who spoke perfect English. Yes, I was back in America after all. I explained my situation and she offered me her Iphone to call. But I didn’t know anyone’s number by heart in this speed dial era. I asked if I could use the PC on the store counter and she kindly agreed.
Soon I had Peter Bedard on the phone, Peter, who as you can see in blogs below was the savior of the Antartica boat trip. But all the snafus with PayPal and a deadbeat donor of a $1,111 commitment, who I could strangle by this point for all the trouble he’s caused me, had still left Peter holding the bag on $444. So when he asked me what I needed, and that to me was a tow, he said the most he could do for me is get me back to base in Sherman Oaks. I accepted knowing there I’d have the web and be able to charge up my usually trusty Android phone for help.
I was a miffed that someone I was trying to promote by subjecting myself to hypnosis, something I’ve never let anyone do, was unwilling to pay for a tow, especially after all he’d done for Antarctica. But, deciding that was all ego, I kept my big mouth shut. I told Peter I needed to move the Saab for that plan to work, to buy time to solve the AAA situtation. I asked Peter to call me back at the copy lady’s Iphone number in 10 minutes and hurried back to the Saab.
Making my way back along the dangerous dirt path again, I hopped in the now simmering Saab interior and thankfully it rumbled to life. I edged the Saab into ramp traffic and up the short bit of the ramp until a huge white pickup truck blocked my way. The damn truck was not making the legal right turn and the Saab was ready to stall out again. It would be in a rotten spot that would get the Saab towed for sure. So I laid on the horn with a sharp blast. The white pickup truck moved about a foot and stopped again. I looked around and could see no sign of a no right turn sign so this time I honked to horn continuously.
Finally, just as the Saab was about to stall, the anal retentive trucker raced off. But a block ahead the white was blocking the quick left turn I needed to make in the Jon’s foods parking lot! But as I got close the driver saw me in the mirror, emergency lights flashing, engine smoking and got what was happening and cleared the way for me to rumble past in the car that seemed to be falling apart by the second.
The Saab shuddered as I killed the ignition and coasted into a parking place. Now I realized how badly dehydrated I was and hurried into the Jon’s store to grab a quick water. Nothing was quick for me this MLK day. A huge line was at every counter. I said screw and walked out with the water. If anyone stopped me I’d explain I was going to pass out from being on the road for 4 hours now, lost in LA. But no one did.
Lucifer’s Fall from Milton’s “Paradise Lost”
I hurried back for copy shop and a heard a loud angry voice behind me that sounded a drunk, “I’ll kill your mother!” I turned around no one was there. This had turned from freaky to scary. But I realized I was slow in turning around. Could have just been a drunk prankster. I chose to think so. My guides put me in odd situations but they are always gentle and it didn’t fit to make a death threat on my innocent 82-year-old mother.
Inside the copy shop the young lady smiled sadly and said I’d missed my friend’s call. I asked if I could try to reach Perter and use her Iphone. The young Persian happily agreed, getting a kick out of this like a living reality show. I thought about America and what jerks we are to Iranian people. I’ve never met one I didn’t like. They are great people with a culture far older than ours. All this energy came through from her. The water had refreshed me. I got Peter on the second try and he was on the way.
I thanked the ladies of the copy store and exchanged contact info. I wanted to be in touch. The older woman asked me who I was and what I was doing stuck here. I explained the filming of the hypnosis and the beings I wanted to go deeper exploring. She said, “Take all this trouble as a sign to maybe not look so deep, my friend.” I nodded yes and could have kissed her for her kindness she and what must have been her daughter had shown me and hurried back to the Jon’s parking lot.
Soon Peter was there in his sporty yellow car. I hopped in and we rode in tense silence for Sherman Oaks, 20 miles away. Peter has a huge heart and I knew he was feeling bad about not being able to help me more than this ride back to base. So I broke the silence with a recap of all the weird stuff I was going through. Peter, who runs holistic business called CreateYouHealth that’s packed with good info, asked, “Why do you think the beings don’t want you to be hypnotized?”
I thought as Peter, a good driver like most spirit people I meet, gracefully dodged traffic up the 101 for my home base in Sherman Oaks, the part of LA I always feel at home in. I answered, “The Angus galactic spirit is angry about my lack of faith after all he and the beings have seen and done with me. I feel like I am being fucked with. Punished like some kid and I don’t like it.”
Rather than looking at me like I was nuts Peter said, “You know, you can tell the beings that treatment is totally unacceptable to you. I know I did when they were messing with me.”
Tears welled in my eyes. Here was a brother doing all for me he could. Soon I was home and I gave Peter the best hug in a car I could manage.
I won’t bore you with the hellish 2 more hours of getting AAA to call Tom in Asia and then AAA losing the reference info and my having to go through the whole authorization again. The whole time it felt like the corporate shell game of taking our money and then making it difficult to use the services when you need them. I’ve done million dollar real estate deals that were less complicated than getting a tow as a guest car user.
After this painful 2 hours I needed to get myself back to the Saab again some 20 miles away. I called a few friends having my phone back in service again. In no time at all a beautiful light worker and friend came to my rescue and we made it back as the AAA tow truck just before they were ready to leave.
When I was all over my amazing friend offered dinner at El Tacito. I was trembling from the stress of the day and her solution was to hold my hand as we each downed big glasses of frosted amber Mexican beer. We had fun talking about the Shift. A fine end to a day of being lost in the Paradise of LA.
BTW, I am still way out of synch with this reality. Peter sensed it and said I need to realign my energy. In other words, I am causing the trouble not my guides. I am not quite in this dimension. In fact, I just reproofed this entire blog as what I had worked for 2 hours on in the second draft just vanished. So apologies if there are typos. Sigh….
And will I go for another try with Peter on the hypo therapy session? Yes, if I can truly know I believe in my heart all this is true and more than more overactive imagination, name of my production company in honor of a loving, if misguided, grandmother, who never tired of trying to break my belief in my visions as a child.
The idea was simple. Spirit told me to give people something they could do about the fears of the Mayan pole shift. Offer the people a meditation in Antarctica on 12.12.12, 11 days ahead of the dreaded date, to shift the pole shift from catastrophe to a positive evolution of humankind.
Simple idea, but, wow, it was an expensive, time-consuming journey to a place as remote as Antarctica. Add to my level of difficulty that it was for something as esoteric as 24 meditations on a magic date, all for something as audacious as helping save a world with the millions of others light workers awake like me out there looking to save the billions of our fellow humans still asleep.
This all added up to the fact that no investor would finance this adventure. No bank. No film studio. My spirit guides said repeatedly that’s how they wanted it. They want this mission to be financed by the people via the new crowd funding. Why I asked spirit and the answer came back that a each person’s donation was to spirit a vote for change, for a better tomorrow.
It was a hard journey. One day, as I reached the tip of Argentina I had no money for food or a hotel. But I did not fear that the crowd and my firends would get to Antarctica. Instead of fearing, I worked 36 hours straight without sleep in the lobby of a friendly hotel. And in that final 36 hours WE raised over $4,000 on our IndieGoGo for the coolest meditation ever. WE. We the people.
When the final donation came in from sponsor Peter Bedard, I raced up the hills Ushuaia to the boat agent’s office only to be told it was too late. The boat manifest was closed but there was another boat leaving on 12.23.12. I was crushed. How could we come so far and miss the date? What would happen to the world? Spirit was silent… Then the boat agent’s phone rang. The Antarpply boat company had decided to add me to the manifest after all.
And on 12.12.12 precisely, I reached the eternal winter shores of Antarctica. I performed the 24 planetary meditations my spirit guides gave me, one for each time zone of the world. I’d never done more than one planetary meditation in a day. Looking back on the videos I am amazed how I fought through the exhaustion to make them all happen on 12.12.12.
Amazingly, in the process of all this on the last meditation a rescue at sea happened of 12 people trapped on the Antarctic ice and I caught all on video. It was the first manifestation of the new age for me. I had just performed 24 meditations to rescue the earth from the Mayan pole shift as your representative of the crowd, for which I was so honored. Here it was really happening. And to find that two young lovers who were here in Antarctica to be married were saved, well, does it get any better?
Now, I am once again running low on cash reserves, of course having been editing non-stop since getting back to LA like an Antarctica Santa on Xmas Day with my gifts of new knowledge the vast ET presence of Antarctica had supplied me with. — Lots of public speaking for me ahead. — I am traveling light because my luggage had been confiscated in Mexico because a crazed festival transport service had let me down.
There were many unexpected expenses. Angels don’t seem to worry about money like we do, like I used to. So I will do as I have been taught to do when low on money, to ask you, you the people help me finish the 24 meditation videos with small donations, in amount you won’t miss from your pocketbook, and for which angels will thank you, at http://dreamshield.org
The most amazing part of my Antarctica trip is yet to come, when the changes we meditated about begin to take place in the world. – Ken Sheetz
By Ken Sheetz
So when last I left you I was stuck in the Buenos Aires airport, ready to be deported in 3 hours if I did not come up with $160 for the 10 year travel visa fee. Normally, with all the fans of my work, family and friends, $160 is a non-issue. All my cards were maxed out getting down here. I cursed myself for such crazy planning. All the work of getting down here blown over $160?
Then a Copa airline agent came to my rescue. She escorted me to a departure area of the airport where I had internet. Now, my mother’s insistence I get that new Apple power cord talked about in the last blog was suddenly a Godsend. But I was 5 hours ahead of LA. At 6AM Buenos Aires time that was 1 AM back in my fan and film friend base. 2 AM in Vegas and my mom has no concept of PayPal or computers. So thought of my 75 year old stepmother, who I had taught to web to in Wisconsin. I waited a bit had a coffee and called my Step mom, Jackie, a sweetie, a 5 AM Wisconsin time.
Well, at 5 AM Jackie is not such a sweetie. Who would be? And as it turned out she was having a rough time with her internet in the remote area of Bear Hole Road of Jefferson. Jackie was a bear when I suggested she make her way to town an hour away. Sensing I was going nowhere and Jackie was just getting upset I decided to call on my lovely client and ex girlfriend Karen Kennedy.
Karen is a jogger who rises early to run along the Chicago lakefront before she heads to her beautiful salon in the former Sears Tower. Karen was still in bed at 5:30 AM Chicago time when I called. But she’s a world traveler and understands the pinches one can get into. Karen happily agreed and has a PayPal and I instantly had my money to enter Argentina without being deported.
But after finally passing through customs a was overcome with exhaustion. The flight was 36 hours and then the crazy 3 hours of raising travel visa money and the stress caught up with me. I went to the baggage area and only one of my two suitcases had made it to Argentina with me. The other went to my original destination of Rio. Well, at least part of my energy made it to Rio
I wandered the airport like a zombie. I had no hotel reservations and only about $60 in cash. I found an airport cafe and booked a room for one night at what Bookings.com said was a bed and Breakfast. I had no idea of what the exchange rate was for the hotel or what I was paying. I just was looking for a place to crash.
After brunch I went to an airport rest room and put on some fresh clothes. I figured if I was going to get started in Buenos Aires without much cash I should look my best. This had been the toughest pack of luggage in my life. It was a humid 85 degrees in Buenos Aires and I had to dog through the sweaters and warm clothes I had packed for Antarctica to find a nice pair of shorts and clean shirt.
I went out to the taxi stand and checked the rate to get to the bed and breakfast called Hotel Plaza Central Canning nearby. I now only had $35 US and no one wanted to take me for less than$50. The last time I traveled the dollar was strong. Now it was a weak as I was for lack of sleep. I went back in the airport and tried to do some crowd funding. But it was still early AM in LA and a weekday. Not crowd funding prime time.
I was so tired I joined a band of stranded travelers sleeping next to an airport pedway sleeping on a marble slab. Now, you’d think a marble slab could not be comfy but you’d be surprised when you are ready to pass out. I slept for I don’t know how long and awakened in a stupor. Totally disoriented I peered open my eyes seeing people floating past me. “Am I in heaven?” me fevered brain said. Then I remembered where the hell I was. I headed back to the airport cafe and even a strong Argentina coffee could not resuscitate me.
Then an angel said, “Get out of the airport. It’s a vortex and it’s energy is a trap.” I swear if not for learning to listen to spirit I would have reported myself to airport security to have me shipped back to US as a nut job. But I listened. Again the horde of taxi drivers descended on me. This time I found a guy who would take $35 to get me to the bed and breakfast I had booked.
As the taxi left the airport I felt the confusion and craziness of the vortex pass. I was thinking clear and wide awake. The angel had been right. But the driver was getting lost finding the city of Canning and I was getting a weird vibe.
To be continued in how 12.12.12. Almost Did Not Happen – Part 3
If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy. – Dale Carnegie
By Ken Sheetz
There were at least 10 times on this trip when I thought I was stuck on the road to Antarctica. The ego is a scared little bunny. It shouted in my head, “You fool. Depending on crowd funding for such and expensive trip! You are going to die a homeless man in a foreign country!”
I didn’t get mad at my ego — egos being no more than organic device to keep us safe and alive when it comes down to it — but it got very noisy in Buenos Aires when I barely had taxi money after an unexpected $160 travel visa. Again ego became deafening with fear soaked worry in another tight spot where I made the best of it working all night on the web in an Argentina pizza parlor not able to afford a hotel.
The trip was so tight I was constantly meditating to overcome ego fears #1, “You’re going to humiliated calling family for help. You’ll never live down not reaching Antarctica by 12.12.12 in the LA and Sedona spirit communities.”
But each time my ego mechanisms flared into protective action it was meditation that put me back in touch with my ET angel guides would calmly reassure me, “When the opposing energies, putting up huge psychic resistance to the change 12.12.12 will help bring about, think you beaten… you will triumph.”
After one meditation when I was stressing over a $2,000 hotel bill for two weeks in Buenos Aires when I was expending more than I was taking in. This time I was given a spirit guide named Hans. Hans, a Nazi who in life had fled to Argentina after being part of a failed plot to assassinate Hitler, told me to hold my head high and be positive in the face of fear.
You can hear me channel Hans in this video. This is one of the first times I have shared channeling of a ghost.
After 2 months on the road filled with 15 hour days of crowd funding,I had finally reached the southern most city in the world, Ushuaia Argentina… on a one-way ticket. I had beaten all the ego fears and raised $5,000, and a little more in value in barter, totaling $12,000 on the very first crowd funding for a meditation.
A meditation scheme that had angered some for it’s bold intent to shift the negative energy of the long predicted Mayan pole shift of to instead foster a cool change in human consciousness. One irrational guy on FB accused me of trying to start a cult centered around myself. I laughed it off: “A cult of one?” This was a solo meditation after all!
For months I had ignored the call and hung out on the cool Malibu ranch I was doing social media for all through 2012. The distance, the cold, the cost seemed impossible so I kept trying to do the polar meditation work remotely. But the guides would tell me repeatedly I must physically be near the energy field on 12.12.12 of the South Pole in Antarctica. Somehow, also the crowd voting with their contributions was part of the energetic and I was not allowed to just call on some of my wealthy pals to fund this trip.
I remained resistant to spirit running my life. Stubborn to have my ego in control on my life. Finally, to get me heading south for Antarctica my guides literally pushed me from a comfy lux assignment in Malibu at Great Spirits Ranch with everything from sinus infections, where I literally became allergic to the ranch, to being punched in the face and threatened with guns by a film shoot visiting the ranch.
So I began the research for travel to Antarctica. To my shock I found nearly 40,000 tourists visit Antarctica each of our winters, which is their summer, December 21st to March 21st, on expedition cruises. Pricing was a small fortune, about $11,000 a person on average. So adding air cost and hotels I was looking at a $20,000 needed! My total savings in September when the call from the spirit guides became deafening was a negative $350 in my over-drafted checking account.
Ignoring the spirits telling me crowd funding was a key factor in this mission I started calling my film backers from Chicago, but I could not get any interest despite having made now three excellent docs. Why? Because despite how cool they are they have not even broken even on cost. A wildly successful of a real estate broker and builder in Chicago, I have been a creative success but not seen any big money success in film. So investors never materialized. I could have saved myself pain and trouble listening to spirit.
Finally, I surrendered and followed my guides advice and built the IndieGoGo and listened to spirit that I needed some final lessons and attunement in Sedona. Within 5 minutes I had a 3 weeks barter of videos for room lined up with SpiritQuest in Sedona, the number one private retreat company in spirit mecca Sedona. However, SpiritQuest turned out to be so fascinating to film and another project behind on editing left me little time to do Antarctica crowd funding. And it showed. We had raised on $250 in two weeks for Antarctica 12.12.12.
One November day Nick Edwards of Power of Pyramids called and asked if I would be wiling to film in Chichen Itza anywhere from 12.21 to 12.24. Nick asked me to put aside 12.12.12 Antarctica to be sure to make the filming in Mexico but I flatly refused not wanting more sinus and gun trouble from my guides, who obviously do not kid around in keeping me on track.
Now I had enough to buy a one-way ticket from Sedona to Rio but I hesitated. I’ve never traveled to South America. Would I need shots? Visas? Crazy to travel without money for the hotels and not to all the way to the port of Ushuaia or to have a boat tickets. My ego told me this was nuts, “You’ll be left stranded in South America and die of a tropical disease!” Ego is such a pussy it’s funny. Then a guide, female voice whispered, literally whispered in my ear as I was having breakfast and dilly dallying in Sedona, “Tarry not on the road to Antarctica.”
After weeks of Sedona tune up and healing from the daily cynicism of my Malibu client and a bad experience with former spirit partner who was only interested in free social media, I was ready to listen to my guides (who are even now telling me to keep sharing the mission though I am back in LA on fumes). I was ready to listen to spirit not ego. So I hopped on the internet instantly and bought the one-way tickets to Rio. I left Sedona with a lovely send off party by angel channel Terra Senorra.
I stopped though Vegas to fly to Rio, taking a Greyhound bus to my mother’s retirement condo a few days before Thanksgiving. As I was showing mom the video about the trip to Antarctica my second-hand Apple MacBook pro computer went dead. I checked the plug and it was shoot. I did not have the $80 for a new one and Mom lent me the cash. I tried to decline saying I’d have crowd money by the time I reached Rio but Mom insisted. Mom is psychic and so I listened and my got the new cord with the help of my cantankerous stepfather.
Later, my grumpy stepfather freaked out driving me to the International airport, ready to drop me in the middle of nowhere. But I calmly guided him to the departure gate as my mother shot him looks of disgust. I kept waiting for my brother Fred, a steady supporter of my work, to make a little donation for the road but oddly he was not forthcoming. Geminis!
And so with $40 in my wallet that my mother had smuggled me, I was off to Rio on a one-way ticket with no money yet for the boat ticket to Antarctica.
But I would not end up in Rio. The angels had other plans for me. I did not have a visa for Brazil which you need in advance from an embassy as it turns out. And Copa Airlines was kind enough after hearing my objective was Antarctica to skip me ahead to Buenos Aires where you still need a visa but can buy it at the airport. That all seemed wonderful. I’d just go on the wifi at the airport and raised a little crowd money to pay the visa. But when I got to the airport in Buenos Aires I was stuck in customs where there is no wifi and given only 3 hours to pay the fee or be deported back to LA!
T0 be continued on How 12.12.12. Almost Did Not Happen Part 2!
By Ken Sheetz – May 8, 2013
Media, Meditations & Musings 