Wow. Will the Illuminati ever give up trying to block our work with their chem trails? No matter, like it or not, they are shifting to the light.
Since arriving on the ranch, where owner Debra Malmazada says no egos are allowed, on January 25th, there have been a never-ending series of meditations of a planetary scale. Most are focused on balancing and healing the divine male and female energies as well as major releasing the strangle hold on the flow of abundance to the light workers of earth.
At the core of so many of the meditations, all epic on the sacred vortex at Great Spirits Ranch. much like the one I have felt at Mt. Shasta, is a lessening of our planet’s duality.
More details to follow! See Galactic Enforcer Angus’s spiral meditation below! Super cool.
I hear the howl of the wind that brings The long dreary storm on its heavy wings.
William Cullen Bryant
By Ken Sheetz
Before we get started enjoy my last meditation video I made at BushWillows, where I was based for 11.11.11 planning. Thanks Deb of BushWillows.
Something big is happening. Are you feeling the winds of change?
Time has slowed to an amazing degree. We rocketed through the Shift of 2010 and 2011 and now time is unfolding like fine wine. In fact, I am living in a vineyard in Malibu called Great Spirits Ranch. I am above it all, top of the Santa Monica mountains and my meditations have been non-stop.
I met a real life Alaskan cowboy here on the ranch who is a 3-time world champion ice sculptor named Steve here and after hearing how he searches for the form within a block of ice I’ve challenged him to meditate on sculpting a new reality for 2012. Can’t wait to hear what he comes up with.
Sadly speaking of Steves, another Steve at BushWillows where I was based for 11.11.11 event creation work, passed away the day after I left of a heart attack. Steve was a tireless worker and I spent many happy months getting to know him through doing chores, which the Bush Willows couple preferred over social media work. And I happily agreed to some manual labor in the gardens. Thanks to them I am refreshed and ready to burn it up on the computers again.
But Steve of BushWillows is not done with his work in the Shift. As intense winds on my first night at Great Spirits buffeted the RV I saw the ET team that joins with me in the work of DreamShield had grown from 3 to 5 and now 6 with Steve, who dressed in white, and an RV owner himself, took the RV I am staying in on the ranch out for a spin in outer space. Steve showed up at the wheel a few nights later again on another windy night and took me on a ride to inner earth, a paradise waiting to expand outward to envelope us all here on the surface.
Intense winds have been a theme in January. In a DreamShield trip to the Anza Borrego desert Laura De Leon and I traveled down the 5,000 foot drop to the desert floor in winds that gusted to 80 mph. Once we reached the desert floor we went straight to the spot where I made a powerful anti-war film in 2005 you can watch below. We used the wind to cleanse old stuff from our troubled pasts. Laura’s request for the winds came so powerful we were almost blown off our feet!
80 mph winds trapped Laura and me in the desert town of Borrego Springs for the night. And what was supposed to be a little day trip became an overnight trip. We took advantage of the winds of changes pushing us by returning to the desert that night. As Laura and I approached the outdoor amphitheater beneath the countless stars where I sensed a gathering of ETs of many races awaiting us. Laura became frightened. But I assured her all the ETs were friendlies and on we walked in the pitch blackness, lit only by stars.
Laura asked me to take the stage and I channeled Ohom from the Orion star system from the podium. He spoke to Laura and the audience of ETs about the vital work restoring the divine feminine to its full grace. How the work was vital to earth’s salvation and admittance to the Galactic council. And then the channel was broken and the ETs gone. I’d never channeled Ohom through voice before, only via the keyboard. It left me exhilarated but exhausted.
Next came Laura’s turn. I asked her to channel her higher ET self. She stood in beauty beneath the stars and trembled with energy. She turned for the Big Dipper, her home star system, spoke only one word “Remember”.
Then we hugged, me facing Orion’s belt and Laura facing the Big Dipper. We prayed for each others healing.
Laura whispered to me that she had composed a new song on her 21 day meditation in Costa Rica and I asked her if she’d sing it. She began. It’s a powerful and haunting melody. Laura is a singer who downloads healing code as she sings. I hoped her amazing voice and great heart might call in a space ship. Sure enough a golden orb began to approach us from the distance. It bobbed up and down. Laura saw it too and kept singing, nervously now as the UFO loomed.
Suddenly the UFO veered right and became and ordinary jet aircraft. Had we seen our first UFO together or was it a jet all the time? Does it matter? We felt the thrill. We felt bliss and that ETs would be welcome for us.
By the way, we are working to reset the UFO sky watch with famed ET expert Renato Longato. His 11.11.11 Sky Watch got rained out and he kindly agreed to try again for us soon as we can all get together. What was easy and came together effortlessly on 11.11.11 has proven difficult. But I have faith it will all come together when and where it should.
The next morning I was up early taking pics of the desert and soon we were on our way back home. I don’t have much money, working mostly for room and board in the recession, and so I told Laura I’d just have water while she had her pancakes. She wanted to treat me but my ego would have none of it. And all our beautiful DreamShield work of the night before seemed so far away as I left the table to stew in the car alone.
What I’ve learned since my rocky 11.11.11 day is that issues arise for healing. Laura never gives up and brought me some food to go in the car. Yeah, we twin flames got through it. There’s more light and less ego in me all the time. I’m ready to accept the gifts people want to give me. That’s the divine feminine balance making progress. We heal ourselves and it ripples out healing the world. Not always fun but vital work,.
Many new people and new visions to report about as I cruise into February in the magical RV I am living in high above the Pacific at Great Spirits Ranch. I’ve seen giant spirits here and Steve’s ghost and a Hawaiian spirits and aliens in flame. Stay tuned!
What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being? Jose Saramago
By Ken Sheetz
Photo by Stephen Collector
Like the trip to Italy that began DreamShield in May of 2010, I was bartering a spiritual workshop, this one in Mexico, for social media services. And like Italy, with that barter there were still expenses for travel. Earning money for a spur of the moment trip during the holidays was tough, especially in a disintegrating economy. But through sheer will power to attend this once in a lifetime class on the one year countdown to 12.21.12 I got the dough together and was on my way to the ancient ruins of Teotihuacan Mexico.
Soon I was learning Toltec wisdom from a world-renowned master. It was pure joy. My consciousness rapidly expanding. Old patterns being discovered in the ruins of Teo and erased.
The goal of the 4 day workshop was to set our group dreaming of a better 2012 was a perfect fit to my DreamShield mission. I felt divine guidance to be in Teo for the one year countdown to the end of the Mayan age.
But, I must admit, I also felt out of my league to be attending such a gathering of eagles as the teacher called us one day in Teotihuacan Mexico when we were atop the Pyramid of the sun. Even though a natural eagle pattern has emerged in my hair as it’s whitened since seeing angels in Italy the first time. Yeah, an eagle in my hair and I still have doubts.
It’s an odd stage for me. I am no longer a newbie to spirit work and but there’s still a lot I do not have a clue about. I feel like a spiritual teenager. Well, a good thing to feel as I turn 60 in the fall of this amazing year of 2012!
In any case, I certainly felt honored to be in Teo. Fellow advanced students, I’ve learned at these gatherings, are as much a part of the learning as from the master. One classmate, a charming man from Turkey, shared meditation technique for quieting the mind at the pool I had not heard about.
Later, I walked deep into the big garden behind the hotel, which sits itself upon ruins of Teo, that have never been excavated, and gave his technique a whirl. It involves dividing your attention in two, giving half your awareness to a sound and the other to something visual.
I lay on my back on the manicured resort lawn and focused on the clouds and the feel of the grass in my hands. Soon I went deeper than I ever have in meditation. I saw dazzling energy erupt from all the Teotihuacan pyramids at once and was visited by the three angels from Italy that built the DreamShield in May of 2010.
MISSION TO MARS, 12.20.11
I looked up at the three 7 foot tall angels I had first met in Italy. The spiked feathers of their blue wings glittered in the late Mexican afternoon sun.
“The solstice is not until tomorrow. You’re a day early.” I said as my higher Ohom ET angel self, annoyed my vacation was getting interrupted.
Archangel Michael said, “Element of surprise.”
“Yes,” I sighed, already far wiser than my Ken-self when I become Ohom.
Michael pulled me to my feet. I looked down from my 7 foot height saw my human Ken-body resting on the lawn in warm Teo sun.
“Well, at least my human self is having a rest.”
“Let’s go!” said Gabrielle, a beautiful female blue angel.
A year ago, I didn’t know the names of these angels, let alone that I was part of their clan of galactic enforcers from the Orion star system. Now 18 months later we had been on many missions together, closed the Bermuda Triangle, a failed Martian artificial merkaba experiment that had destroyed Atlantis and the remnants of which cause our wars and divorces, healed the San Andreas fault, melted a portal in space time for the earth to travel to the 5th dimension, unscrambled time with the MERLIN code, cut the tap to Gaia’s energy for the world’s banks and the Fed and much more recorded in this blog.
We rocketed into the sky from the gardens of the hotel. I could see the vast Teotihuacan pyramid complex shrinking beneath us as we broke though the clouds.
As we reached the edge of space, without asking, I knew our angelic mission. Rescue the heart of Gia. A heart I knew was no longer on the earth that was quickly shrinking beneath me. No, Gaia’s heart was being held by hostile Martians on a fortified canyon called Valles Marineris on Mars.
The rescue of Gaia’s heart would be dangerous, even for us with our Galactic enforcer powers, as this Martian canyon was filled with traps and weapons bent on our destruction. A tough search as the canyon is many times deeper than earth’s Grand Canyon and long as the entire US continent.
“We have come because we love you and want to help you accelerate your growth and change for yourself and for Planet Earth.” – Jackie Salvitti and her ET Healing Team
By Ken Sheetz
11.11.11 was a huge global phenomenon DreamShield is proud to have been part of with our playfully named “The Ascension Convention”. The gateway to 2012, an ascension of the heart of humanity. I will be posting videos and blogs about the big day for months!
One of our biggest missions in DreamShield is fear reduction, hence the playful event title about ascension. There are many dark conspiracy claims out there of an alien invasion, that ETs are in fact demons. ET phone home to hell? All nonsense meant keep humanity locked in fear. Think about it. Any ET species advanced enough to get here that wanted to conquer this world they could have it in an instant.
So imagine my excitement when, through my stay at spirit retreat BushWillows, I made a connection with Jackie Salvitti, an amazing woman who channels ETs for healing and has a website called aptly EThealing.com. ETs healing not invading us! It made so much more sense to me than the version of the fear mongers. Through this synchronicity Laura De Leon, my partner in DreamShield became client with amazing results for her. Of course, always check with your physician before any therapy. And through the relationship Laura developed with Jackie, the great Et healer agreed to appear and do a healing with her “ET Team”, as she playfully calls them, for all the earthlings who attended our 11.11.11 event sponsored by EarthShift Products.
So enough talk. Watch and may the healing powers Jackie channels reach you, wherever they come from, be it her own amazing heart and inner universe or our ET family that lives in the stars.
Sing like no one’s listening, love like you’ve never been hurt, dance like nobody’s watching, and live like its heaven on earth.– Mark Twain
By Ken Sheetz
I’ve been resting up for days for this posting. Channeling is still new for me and I feel a bit afraid opening myself up for this one big. 2012! Have we done our job I wonder manifesting a gentle 2012?
I am nervous to open the channel. I don’t want to have let Ohom and his people down. Ohom, for any new readers is my higher ET self, a blue angel-like ET from the Orion’s belt star system.
To heck with fear! Here goes. This is like closing your eyes with them still open. I have no idea what Ohom has in store for us…
“Ohom, I am ready. Take over the keyboard and tell us what we can expect in 2012!”
“Thank you, Ken Sheetz, for this opportunity to share my predictions for 2012 with your readers. I want to emphasize that my predictions are an energetic not to be taken literally, but spiritually.
The work of gentle 2012 has been magnificent, keep it up, all of you people of the light, no matter how different from my 2012 predictions it may seem. All sorrow is an illusion. Stay joyous!
January 1, 2012 – As the last of earth’s time zones shift into 2012 a ripple in the space-time continuum flutters through the hearts of every human being on your world.
January 11, 2012 – The heart ripple, now 10 days old, breaks away the crust of the old programming around the hearts of humanity. Freedom after eons of enslavement sends billions to dance in the streets.
February 10, 2012 – The heart ripple grows to a tsunami. People for first time are able think as one. Governments, banks and corporations collapse when people see such ill serving institutions are obsolete.
March 21, 2012 – The dark ones threaten nuclear destruction if the people will not obey to the old. New humanity calls the bluff, but it was no bluff and a launch of h-bombs is made. But the human mind that now operates as one neutralizes the bombs midway and they fall to earth as rose petals. Triumph. Humanity is truly free.
May 11, 2012 – Freed of its slavery to the old for nearly two months, humanity creates the first thought powered forms of teleportation. The first living being to teleport is kitten named Whiskers. Whiskers travel around the earth in just 24 minutes, making one stop in each teleportation station in each of earth’s time zones.
June 21, 2012 – Earth celebrates the summer solstice with freedom from oil addiction by manifesting of a fleet of clean solar energy cars for all. Oil wells are capped. Gaia rejoices.
July 11. 2012 – Hunger and homelessness upon the earth is officially a thing of the fading past. All eat healthy, and fast food restaurants are converted to living museums.
August 10, 2012 – The 2012 Presidential elections are officially called off as humanity no longer needs politics. Whiskers replaces Obama as America’s figure-head of state.
September 21, 2012 – Love is recognized as earth’s official new currency. All the animals in every zoo are freed. The oceans and air are purified in a wave of purifying positive human thought.
October 11, 2012 – Cancer officially becomes the last disease to fall under the power of earth’s shared positive consciousness.
November 11, 2012 – Shared dreams replace TV and movie as the greatest form of entertainment on the planet.
December 21, 2012 – Parties that have been going on for 10 days erupt into global shout of joy at the end of the Mayan calendar.
December 22, 2012 – The spaceships of Orion hear the joyous shout of humanity and we arrive on the first day of your golden age.
December 31, 2012 – One billion people teleport to my home world in the Orion belt for a cultural exchange. To humanity’s shock it is You who we are learning from. The people of earth are greatest manifestors in all the universe! All galactic society rejoices that you finally have stepped into your own power to co-create heaven on earth.
“If you are not happy in this world you are stupid.” – Don Miguel Ruiz, Author of THE FOUR AGREEMENTS
By Ken Sheetz
Asking for Help with a Gentle 2012 from Quetzalcoatl at The Pyramid of the Sun
I sensed in meditation, that at its zenith, the multiracial culture of Teotihuacan did not know poverty or shame. It was a culture of pure positivity and love. Looking deeper, I saw in my meditations at the pyramid of the Sun, that the Teotihuacan culture became great through the tender guidance of ancient astronauts. Or ETs as we call them, even though they have been here on earth long before our species emerged.
How then did Teo fall, I further meditated? Ohom, my higher ET self sadly answered, “When our space ships left on a mission to another of the young worlds we care for, the people of Teo fell into fear of our return. Deeper and deeper the people sank in darkness without the light of the “Gods” as they called us. Finally, one of your elders suggested human sacrifice would speed our return. In desperation some of the people agreed, while other people who did not agree left Teotihuacan forever and took to the jungles in secret.”
Ohom continued, “One day, when the “Gods” returned of our own accord, we were appalled at the taking of human life in our name and so we took back our gifts of technology you were not ready for. Humanity was left time to evolve on its own before the ETs would ever return again. Our return is delayed by human sacrifice in the form of war, greed, starvation and consumerism that has never been greater than it is in 2011.”
As Ohom’s words echoed I saw Teo’s ancient people weep as the ships left for the stars in the middle of the night. Such sorrow went out from the people that I sat up from my meditation in deep racking sobs.
Ohom’s voice comforted me, “Please know, Kenneth, that though you may not be able to see us that we have never truly left you and do watch over you and all the people of your blue world in secret.”
A year from now Earth enters a golden age. The ET council still debates how fast our transformation will be, anything from a night-time to a million years for humanity to become the protectors, not consumers, of this world.
Both a night-time and a million years are the blink of an eye in universal time. My higher self, Ohom, has asked the ET council that full transformation to a positive society be 50 years, of which we are now 18 months deep into.
I urge you to get in touch with you higher self in the coming year in meditation and put in your vote with the ET council for the speed of our evolution. Much as I love him, I hope Ohom is out voted and the shift is faster rather than slower, for all our sakes and the world’s. Please post your vote for the length of the Shift and your reasoning below!
I recognize all of the above could be my own overactive imagination in my DreamShield meditations, simply beautiful symbols for my subconscious to express in words the deep impact Teotihuacan had upon me. An impact merged with my own history of abandonment as a child. Or perhaps that my sad history is why I have been gifted to see into the fall of the Teo. Who can say?
All that matters is that whatever it is that moves you, be it religion, science or visions of your own amazing minds, that we strive to change our society from the negative to the positive.
Angels do not condone violence as a solution, nor do I. Not to say I won’t pop a guy one, with fair warming, if he pushes me too far. I may see angels but I sure ain’t one. Angels simply work in ways that are 5th dimensional and so they show me things in symbolic 3 dimensional ways I can understand and report to you. Or for all I know they’ve added something to the water in LA. I have no idea why I am seeing all this as an ongoing vision for 18 months solid now. And what you see on my blogs is only about 20% of what I see. I could literally write about all this 24/7 and never catch up.
A few nights ago I meditated and asked the DreamShield to show me what the angels were up to in the quest for gentle 2012. I was whisked from LA to Chicago, where hundreds of earth angels, dressed like 1930’s mobsters, were shooting up my kinda town!
Earth angels zipped through the skies and skyscrapers of the loop, blasting away mercilessly at evil spirits corrupting our legal system and government. Legions of lawyer and judge demon spirits were blown away with the angel Tommy guns blasting bullets of lethal light. I laughed for joy at this unexpected angel work in my adopted home town!
On LaSalle Street I watched in wonder as none other that the great Humphery Bogart led a raid on the Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago.
I shouted to Bogey, “The Fed was a client of mine. The people I worked with seemed like regular Joes.”
“Who the heck are you?” Bogey said spinning on me.
“Ken Sheetz, a spirit reporter for the work of a gentle 2012.” I said as I held up my humble Flip camera.
“I’m huntin’ demons sucking the life outta Gaia, not regular Joes or dames! Got it?!” said Bogey shouting in my face, not a smart thing to do with my childhood of having a Drill Sargent dad, but I liked what Bogey was up to and let it slide.
“How about a gun for me then?”
“Swell. Jimmy give the junior reporter a heater!” Bogey said with relieved chuckle.
None other than the great James Cagey slapped a Tommy gun in my hands. “Welcome to the gang, kiddo. Be sure you get my good side, my left, in any photos or I’ll brain you.”
“Ok boys, time to cut the Fed’s credit line!” Bogey shouted.
“Kill any demon that moves and the ones that don’t.” added Cagney as the angel gangsters all cheered.
Guns blazing, Bogey led our charge into the Federal Reserve lobby. Demon guards drew ray gun pistols that were no match for the angels hail of light bullets. Even your faithful reporter lost all journalistic objectivity and got in demon kills. And before you know it the battle was done, the lobby clear.
“Nothing here but a stinking money museum!” Bogey fumed.
“How’s about this? ” said Cagney pointing to an armored elevator door locked tight with an electronic keypad.
“Try 11 -11-11 as the combo,” I offered.
Cagney rolled his eyes. “No pathway to Gaia’s gonna be some lame combo any sap could stumble on.”
“Do like he says!” Bogey snapped.
Cagney complied punching in all the numbers, “See? No dice.”
“Add four more 11s for 11:11 PM. No, wait, four more 11s for AM too.”
Cagney punched in the numbers. “Crap. So many ones I lost track! Your honor Mr.Elevens.”
I counted on my fingers saying, ” 11.11.11 and 11:11 AM and PM. That’s 7 -11s, fourteen ones.” and punched in the numbers. Not an easy task as I thought as the pattern on the keypad kept shifting and the #1 hopped to another spot every couple of seconds. But as I punched in the 14th one, the heavy armored elevator door opened.
What we saw was not good however. No elevator, just darkness and showers of sparks where the elevator cab should have been.
“Wise guys cut the cords. Gotta make a jump for it.” Bogey said looking down the miles deep shaft filled with dangerous sparking wires.
“Well, boys, in for a dime… ” shouted Cagey as he jumped past Bogey into the shaft.
The rest of the angel gang followed.
“Sheetz, stay behind and watch our backside.” said Bogey jumping into the fray and not giving me time to argue.
I peered down the scary elevator shaft, filming the brave angels battle slithering snakes of dark energy. Something stunk. I was aware of an evil presence. I spun and looked smack into the face with a giant golden snake. Its pitiless eyes looked right through me with the heartless effectiveness of a credit report.
“Stand aside, mortal. Thisss is not your fight.” the golden snake spoke!
I raised my Tommy gun. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
The snake leaped for me, fangs dripping with venom. My Tommy gun blazing, the snake and I fell together down the elevator shaft. ‘
I found myself in my boardroom at my Chicago real estate company. My partner and I were laughing as my construction manager sweated bullets. It was 1990, one year before my fall from the easy credit I had ridden to the top of Chicago’s commercial real estate world. We all laughed as the prospective “tenant” and took off her clothes in the middle of our employee’s presentation.
Bats flew at me as the snake hissed, “How can a man with so little respect for women that he’d bring a stripper to come into his company’s offices be a champion of Gaia?”
The snake was right. I had no comeback and it infuriated me. I drew my sword and switched on my red ethereal armor for battle as we fell for the center of the earth.
“Rage is your answer and your undoing!” said the snake as it bit right through my armor. Armor had never failed me and now in over a year of these visions. Poison raced through my veins. The speeding tumble of wires and the laughing gold snake faded.
It was 1991, I was in my family room hollering like a crazy man at my wife. Still, she bravely refused to sign the second mortgage papers I shoved in her face, papers that would have given me $250,000 to keep my failing real estate company alive.
The golden snake and I hit beam as it bit into my leg, fangs piercing me the bone. As we plumeted for the depths, locked in mortal combat, I saw a fevered parade of all the women I’d somehow hurt in my life, a fiance’, lovers, friends, co-workers, my daughter, my mother, even my Irish grandmother.
The snake was right! How could a chauvanist-jerk like me help the angels free Gaia’s heart from the vampire energy of the Fed tapping her dry?
“I’ve pumped enough poison into you to kill ten men! Why do you still persissst?” the golden snake hissed, shaking me in its jaws like a limp rag doll.
By the freshness that flowed in the dank elevator shaft I knew angels were near. Bogey flew past as he took aim at the great serpent. “Because Sheetz is already dead and now, snake, so are you!” The angels opened fire and the snake vaporized in a hail of angelic fire.
Cagney caught me in his arms, “Gotcha, kid!”
“What did, Bogart, mean I am already dead?” I asked, feeling better already.
“Get some sleep now. We got miles left to go. Christ you’re heavy!” Cageny complained as I drifted off.
I sat alone on Oak Street beach of Lake Michigan. It was winter 1992. Snowflakes swirled as I stared at the waves. I’d lost everything, my skyscraper, my cars, my company, my wife and kids. I walked into the icy water and kept walking until I was deep beneath the lake and I drowned.
I blinked awake in a great cavern, Bogart, Cagney and the angels all about me. “But if I died in 1992 how am I still alive in 2011?,” I said raising my throbbing head.
“Are you alive?” chuckled Bogart.
“Seems like I am,” I said checking my pulse.
“Look, kid, this ain’t no time for a lecture on mutli-verses. Alls that’s important you showin’ up to record what the angels do and give the people hope. Now shoot your camera over there.”
Note Cagney’s wings of flame in the film WHITE HEAT? I saw him blow up the tap to Gaia before finding this amazing still.
Bogey pointed to Cagney who was placing dynamite atop the energy tap the fed had to the core Gaia. The tap flowed with her precious blue-white energy to Federal Reserve and World Bank siphons all across the earth.
Now an army of snakes rose from the ashes of the old and surrounded Cagney.
“Get outta there, Jimmy. We can try this another day!” shouted Bogey.
“Got my left side, Sheetzy?”
I flashed Cagney the thumbs up as I had him my Flip camera’s view finder.
“Made it, Ma! Top of the world!” Cagney shoved down the plunger.
The cavern filled with explosions and fire that made hell seem like a picnic. I couldn’t see him, in the smoke and fire, but I heard Bogey shout,”Gaia is free!
I rose to full consciousness from my meditation, knowing in some crazy way that what I see the angels doing on another plane of reality helps our world, but wondering if I am in fact a ghost.
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“Angels may be sneaky, but the stinkers have humanity’s best interests at heart.” – Ken Sheetz
December 4, 2011 – Important DreamShield 2012 Vision Report!
Back a few blogs ago I wrote of how at 11:11 PM, as Laura De León, did a meditation count down on the big stage at the 11.11.11 Ascension Convention we co-hosted, I saw the 11th vault door, so massive that it locked off the entire face of the Earth, turn red-hot as we meditated with the blue angels in our midst and that I saw the huge vault simply vaporize from outer space at the climax our day-long group 11.11.11 meditations. And when Laura handed me the mic, expecting some lengthy vision I had seen I simply said, “The angels melted the vault,” to the cheers of the crowd.
But I went silent because strangely I saw no heart of banks to warm, the 11th Vault meditation’s purpose that climaxed 6 months of meditation opening the 10 other vaults to this final vault. Or so I thought as I talk about in detail on blog link above (important to review to understand this latest vital vision fully) Why then had I been guided to do this meditation that seemed pointless?
So many mysteries. I’d not been so confused about a vision since this all began with my seeing the DreamShield in Italy back in May of 2010 that got this whole project started, set dates years in advance for key meditations, via a God-like voice and all. Then, a few days ago, came the amazing 11.11.11 after-vision you see pictures above, as best as I can render it for you, dear reader, and I became even more confused.
So today I surrendered and channeled Ohom, my higher blue-ET-angel-self, to get the scoop on what’s the heck’s going on!
“Ohom, millions of angels tugging on golden threads wrapped around the Earth, pulling the world through a hole in the space-time fabric left behind by our 11th vault meditation. What’s this 11.11.11 after vision mean?” I said, thinking I sounded more like a journalist than a channeler.
“Hallelujah!” Shouted Ohom. – By the way, you’ve not lived until you’ve heard an angel shout ‘Hallelujah’ in your echoing head. – Ohom joyously continued, “Rejoice! Your 11.11.11 event meditation, along with 5 million people across the Earth at various sacred sites, opened a portal to the 5th dimension. We are in the process now of what you call The Shift.”
“We opened a portal? I thought we were unlocking the vault to the heart of earth’s banks on 11.11.11?” I asked, feeling a tickle of anger.
“Sorry, it was necessary to withhold the true purpose of the work from you and everyone else on your world,” Ohom answered without shame.
“If you didn’t trust me to keep a secret, you could have at least trusted Laura De León, who ran sacred ceremony for event.” I said.
“Far too risky for the beautiful diva’s safety and yours. We kept all 11.11.11 events across the Earth scattered, moderate in size, and unaware of what you were doing so as not to draw attention of the dark forces. Forces that were, in fact, tracking your 11th vault meditation, which was all over the web. But as the dark ones know that banks are in fact heartless, as you too now know, the dark forces merely got a chuckle out of your work.”
“A chuckle?”
“Their overconfidence is their undoing. The portal you and the five million opened means the Shift will succeed without question.”
“What if the dark forces close the portal, or block it?” I said.
“According to the Galactic Treaty of Pangea since it was created telepathically by your species, the hole in space you co-created with the 5 million signals humanity’s ascension and thus the portal cannot be closed.”
“Nice. All without any of us knowing what we the heck were doing? Kinda takes the fun out it.” I sighed.
“You mean the ego out of it?” Ohom laughed playfully.
“Laura got that ball rolling beautifully of ego to heart. At least one of us knew what we were doing! ” I groused.
“Let go your anger, Ken, lest you end up a modern-day Moses.”
“Left behind as the rest of the people entered the promise land? Swell. You mean there will be an earth that’s like the one we have today to get left behind on?”
“Yes, but it will not be like the Earth of today. It will be a place of total Ego, no heart, where the few rule over the many like cattle.” said Ohom with deep compassion that tinkled like wind chimes.
“Sounds like a typical corporation. Look, I’m doing my best, Ohom. But, frankly, I feel blackmailed into giving up my ego with this Moses stuff. And I sure ain’t no Moses.” I said, surprised at my own outrage.
“Ken, there’s not time left for soft-pedaling this. You must live from heart to make the Shift. I tell you this from love, not to blackmail you.”
“Sorry. I’ve been a bear to be around for over a month now. Where has all my peace of mind from the Work gone?” I said in hoarse whisper.
“The past and present are mingling in this transition, like the old caterpillar and the new butterfly in the cocoon. Both existing simultaneously before the birth of the new.”
“You make it sound poetic, but I tell you this caterpillar/butterfly thing is driving me nuts.”
My best advice: Look forward. Let yourself be happy that there is a higher power on humanity’s side, guiding all. The dark forces cannot win. I leave you in peace. Namaste, Ken Sheetz.”
“Namaste, Ohom. It is an honor to be part of you.”
END TRANSMISSION
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ET Angels Pack the House on 11.11.11. Well, we did advertise "ETs get in for free."
“If we concede that corporations rule the world, then advertising is its propaganda machine.” – Ken Sheetz
The typical visions I have of the angels work of manifesting a gentle 2012 is generally mellow and magical. But this one I report of, dear reader, is anything but. The work of freeing the mind and soul of the people from the slavery to the old ways that are killing this world sometimes comes at a price when the dark forces ignore Gia. As the old TV commercial from happy days once said, “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature.”
So if you are troubled by violence, this blog post is not for you. Also, I do not condone violence against any living creature. The violence I sometimes witness in these visions is not physical but a battle of good versus evil and happens on another plane reality that I pray somehow affects ours. But, yes, as always I remain skeptical of my visions, and ask you to be as well, because all this could be a product my overactive imagination.
SPELLBREAKER
The sun had not yet risen on the meditation gardens I have been living in for the planning of 11.11.11 at BushWillows. I was tired from my Thanksgiving travels via bus, returning from a sad visit to a family more interested in slot machines than turkey dinner and catching up on my life.
I lifted off from my body, left it behind in my humble but lovely room and hovered above LA. I gazed up at the DreamShield spinning through the colorful morning sky. “Take me where the angels are working on a gentle 2012,” I said.
Zoom! I shot faster than the speed of light and in a blink New York lay beneath me. I slowed my flight, thinking I was heading for Wall Street since the 11.11.11 meditation had been to free the hearts of the world’s banks. Then the Galactic badass known as Angus McPherson was at my side in full battle armor and said with a grin…
“Morning, Ken. Don the ethereal armor your father made for you. Aye. You’re gonna need it.”
I closed my eyes and willed the armor my father’s ghost had made me to appear. It’s fire-red and makes me as invulnerable as the angels. “Where to Angus?” I said pulling forth the dazzling sword I had been given by Archangel Michael when I helped him in Rome.
“Look below!” Angus shouted with an excitement I’d not heard from him in a long time.
An epic battle to rival “Lord Of The Rings” was in full swing as demons in crisp business suits battled the angels on Madison Avenue. Soon Angus and I were in the middle of the fray, battling back to back beneath the morning sun.
A demon charged me and I swung my sword. Bad idea for the demon as his severed head rolled between Angus’ legs. “Fine work! But top this!” Angus bellowed as he beheaded three Madison Avenue demons in one fell swoop.
As I laughed a demon in a tank opened fire with the blast of a ray gun. I felt a sting despite my ethereal armor. I raised a metal gloved hand and intercepted the beam. With a thrust of my arm I tossed the ray back and the demon tank exploded, shattering every window of a skyscraper.
A young female angel applauded me when a demon ran her through with a bayonet and she vaporized.
“Angels can’t die!” I shouted in horror to Angus.
“Yes, they can, laddie. At least from this plane of reality!” said Angus pointing at a humming-bird the angel had transformed into.
I became far more serious about the battle. “Can I die?”
“Of your course, ya twit! Stay sharp!” said Angus, slaying a demon sneaking up me.
Archangel Micheal battled his way to us, demons falling at his feet and withering to dust that was like dissipating static. “Take out that abomination!” Michael said pointing up the street through the battle ground to an audience of zombies in bleachers watching a giant screen at the end of Madison Avenue.
On the screen, before a spinning hypo wheel, a sexy woman drank diet cola. The zombies in the audience, most badly overweight, popped open diet colas and drank along.
“Aye. Mind controlling bastards! Still up for this, Kenny?”
I answered with a charge through the battle for the hypno screen. Hundreds of demons in business suits were dispatched with an ease and grace I have never experienced in real life. In no time Angus and I battled our way the big screen.
On the hypno screen a rapper proclaimed violence as way of life, riding in a souped up car. “Kill those mo fos!” The angry rapper said pointing a bejeweled finger at Angus and me. The crowd of zombies rose from the bleachers and sped for Angus and me in a raging stampede.
I raised my sword, ready to cut them down.
“No, laddie! We canna slay the innocent! They’re human not demon!” shouted Angus.
“Great. So what do we do?”
“Crash the screen while I hold the innocents off!”
Angus willed down power from the DreamShield, which I could see spinning in the sky, high above New York. Angus McPherson held forth his beefy hands and a force field appeared. Zombie innocents ran into the force wall blindly and most were knocked out cold. Those that weren’t were knocked out by Angus and his badass band of angels, hand to hand with a firm love.
I charged for the screen, the sword glowing. The rapper on the big screen transformed into a handsome game show host and shouted to happy trumpets…
“Ken Sheetz, you just won the Super Jackpot!”
Gold coins rained from the big screen! Money! Precious gems!
Suddenly I was no longer in the battlefield of Madison Avenue. I was a young millionaire again back in my million dollar Lake Forest home’s family room. It was early morning 1989. My wife Gloria, in her cute flannel jammies, danced as she modeled a mink coat I’d just given her.
“Soft! Feel, Ken!” Gloria cooed as she brushed the sleeve of the mink coat against my cheek.
“Gloria… we’re not married anymore. It’s 2011, not 1989” I said sadly.
“You’ve been up reading your science fiction books again about time travel.” She said kissing me softly, smothering me in soft mink. I could even smell her perfume I’d bought her back then, Channel No. 5.
Before I could say a word I heard the shuffling of little pajama feet on the oak floors.
“Daddy! Jon, Daddy’s home!” said my little girl Janelle, miraculously an adorable 7-year-old again, as she ran joyously for me, followed by my 10-year-old, Jonathan. Both hugged me at the knees. My heart broke. This was all so real. Maybe I had been reading Kurt Vonegut too late again last night and my lonely impoverished life in 2011 was the dream.
But as I looked down at my kids I could see I still wore my fire-red ethereal armor. In the shiny reflection of the armor I could see images of the angels battling on Madison Avenue. The zombies were climbing to their feet and charging Angus again.
“Dad, I won Super Mario, Brothers!” Jonathan boasted, snapping me from watching Angus hold off the zombies.
“I love you all but this is not real,” I said the words tasting like ash in my mouth.
“Silly! Let’s watch some TV,” Gloria nervously said as she clicked on the TV set in the hutch.
The game show host appeared on the family room TV. The hypno wheel spun behind him as he laughed wickedly. Gloria and the kids went into a trance. “This can all be real, again Ken. You can be rich and young again, be with your family. Simply lay down the sword.”
“No!” I shouted menacing the TV with my glowing sword.
“You’d rather be a pauper, feel the sting old age? No health insurance, no family to love you, no car? That’s what waits for you in 2011 if you swing that sword!”
My old-meditating-self appeared alone on the TV screen, laying in bed in modest room I rent. The camera panned to show my frayed clothes, my old worn out shoes.
“The angels laugh at you, Ken. You know that. Screw the angels. Be rich and powerful again. Serve the true power of this world, corporations. Corporations that loved you, made you rich once, and will make you rich again if you but serve them!”
This game show host sure knew my weak spots. But that backfired. It was too slick of an ad campaign he’d fashioned.
“Serve corporations killing this planet? I am more than me!” I seethed. “I am one with this world! And it’s time to care for this world in peace!”
” Poverty is not peace!’ the game show host shouted, sweat now appearing, Nixon-like, on his upper lip.
“I choose a better world, not for me and my kids, but their kids’ kids!” I shouted and swung the mighty sword for the shocked host in the TV set. Sparks flew. The power of the DreamShield joined with my sword.
I was back on Madison Avenue as my sword crashed through the giant hypo screen. Shock waves of static energy raced up the street, vaporizing the demons in business suits. The zombies suddenly stopped fighting and looked around in dismay not knowing how they ended up in the middle of war-zone in New York.
“Victory!” shouted Angus, taking me up on his shoulder as the angels and freed humans cheered and danced all around me.
Tears in my eyes, I blinked fully awake from my deep meditation.
“Dear God. I hope that was real,” I said and rose from my humble bed to make breakfast, alone but not alone. One with the world, richer than ever, I opened the door and breathed the fresh morning California air.
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View from my room in the meditation gardens of BushWillows.
Most of the shadows or this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
By Ken Sheetz
11.11.11 was here at last. The date that I’d been getting messages to hold a DreamShield event on since 5.5.10, when I saw the 7 foot tall blue angels build a force field around earth that was capable of harnessing the mass consciousness of humanity to protect this world and help manifest a gentle 2012. Looking at the sentence I just wrote, I still have a hard time believing the 30 some events attended by so many now and recorded on YouTube in over 200 videos from around the world in just 18 months has really happened.
Really, I don’t proclaim to believe to know what’s behind any of my visions, could be anything from a tumor to the real thing, angels from outer space, and here was all this happening and much more to come. And happening to a man not used to the public spotlight. A filmmaker who prefers to stay behind the camera rather than in front.
11.11.11 - The Ascension Convention, LA
Unfortunately, come 11.11.11 I had been so busy helping put this event together, from securing our location event sponsor EARTH SHIFT PRODUCTS, also our 10.10.10 sponsor and to whom we are eternally grateful, to using my old architectural skills of making floor plans to marketing, via my social media company BuzzBroz, to arranging video production gear for the day, planning interviews with exhibitors and much more, that I’d not given much thought to my part in the ceremonies Laura De León had planned so impeccably for the day, but, out of love and respect, had left me the space to plan by myself. And I’d planned nothing.
What the heck would I do on stage, in front of all these people who had paid to be here, if I saw no angels? Sing karaoke? Do a card trick? I’d actually had one in my pocket I was not very good at. It felt like one of those college exam dreams where you lost your speech and had to go on before the class, naked.
Nora Delgado's Workshop
Fortunately, Laura had plenty more wonders for the people to experience that day than me if I bombed. As Laura’s day of amazing workshops on ascension minded topics drew to a close I took to the stage and looked at the enthused crowd. A crowd that would have been larger but for the rains that were now starting to patter on the beautiful big tent that I thanked the angels was here for us. I’d been angry with the angels all week during the lousy weather forecasts. It hardly ever rains in California. Why rain and cool weather on this magical day of 11.11.11?
A voice kept assuring me, ” All is as it should be, Ken. These fine group of people who braved the weather are just what this meditation to unlock the 11th vault needs.”
“Easy for the angels to say,” I raged inwardly at the voice within me. “ETs and angels have no need for money. This rain means I just worked 15 hour days for three months without a day off without a pay day. Angels are lousy bosses.”
Laura De Leon introduces nervous me (Note the tongue.)
Very small of me, I know, chewing out angels. They don’t call me the Larry David of the spirit world for nothing! All my spiritual growth of the past 18 months was out the window. So when Laura asked if I could speed things up on my meditation as the night was already behind schedule, well, this did not help my disposition. Ironically, the theme of the night was Laura’s brilliant idea of humanity ascending from ego consciousness to living from the heart, and here I was having a ego trip about being rushed at my own event.
Yes, my angels love comedy. It’s a galactic reality show I feel at times with all of us as human cameras, cameras that also have every human sense recorded for the galactic audience to relish in. Kinda like THE MATRIX meets THE TRUMAN SHOW. At times, frankly it pisses me off to be laughed at so much. But ETs, as Jackie Salvitti of ETHEALING.COM, one of our night’s featured speakers, says, “ETs have a great sense of humor.”
It explains much. How boring watching us would be if our weather were perfect. Yeah, angels are stinkers that throw challenges at us that would make any reality show producer blush. You heard it here first.
But all my doubts and ego subsided as I looked over the beautiful crowd of eager happy faces in the tent. Honestly, Ive done a lot of public speaking in business and attended many events, but in all my 30 years of that corporate junk I’ve never seen a crowd as open as receptive and beautiful as the one gathered under the tent at Rancho De Las Palmas. The stinker angels were right. This was the perfect crowd to meditate on opeing the hearts of banks.
Then suddenly, as the crowd’s passion picked me up off my grouchy butt, dozens blue angels materialized, filling every the empty white seat scattered in the crowd. As I reported this news of ET angels joining the 11th Vault meditation, a thrill went through the gathering.
Now, I began to see earth from space and the golden vault door that was hiding the heart of earth’s banks. This earth-size safe cracking was a mammoth job I told the meditating crowd. Honestly, folks. Whatever it is we are we are far more powerful than we know. I could feel the energy of the crowd willing the vault to open. The crowd’s energy filled my exhausted body with vitality and I knew in that moment what has kept old performers like the Stones young and alive.
Next, I saw millions of angels pulling at the golden door. I shouted joyously the meditating crowd, “Imagine if we can open the vault and warm the heart of the banks! Banks with a heart would no longer fund wars, fund polluters! Banks with a heart would no longer steal peoples homes, impoverish us and would instead of enrich us. At 11:11 PM let’s open the vault!” I left the stage to applause, drained of my last reserves but feeling the energy of the crowd and angels building.
Laura turned to me as I took my seat and said, “Wow.” Which made me feel a whole lot better. I was almost myself again.
Laura De Leon blows the spiritual roof off the tent with Philippo Franchini
As the amazing night continued, the vision built. At Aros’ dolphin mediation I caught a glimpse of lasers cutting the vault. At Jackie Salvitti’s amazing ET healing I saw my higher angel self with a stethoscope trying to break the combo. At Renato Longato’s amazing speech about ETs and their role in 2012 I saw the circular pavilion, where the exhibitors worked flawlessly during the day, become a giant spaceship pumping energy to the DreamShield, where the White Tree of 10.10.10 still stood.
And rather than seeing something, during Laura’s amazing singing with Philippo Francnhini, I felt a spark of something new ignite in my heart. A spark that is still growing.
Finally, as Laura conducted the 11:11 PM mediation I closed my eyes and instantly saw the angels work reach its climax: The vault turned red-hot and simply vaporized in a shimmering wave. Laura handed me the mic and asked me to report what I saw to the crowd.
I felt like the stoic Bruce Willis character in THE FIFTH ELEMENT when all I said was…
“The angels melted the vault.”
6 moths of meditations on opening the vault to hearts of Earth’s banks, some very painful and poignant, but for the final vault this was all there was to it? I was hoping to see more!
But the crowd cheered and danced for joy in the puddles that seeped under the beautiful tent. I took a seat, too tired to enjoy the fun and wondering where was the heart of the banks? I expected the banks to have a heart, my theory, as explained in the video above, that since the corporations have fought to recognized as living beings that this would mean they have a heart was kaput. And I’ve seen the hearts of Apple and Disney and warmed them in past meditations with angels. Now here, blessedly, there was only Gia, Mother Earth, free of the banks that had been sucking off her like a vampire. But no bank heart to be found!
I can only conclude one of two things from the no heart scenario. One, the heart is hidden somewhere on this world or, two, and very chilling, that banks are truly as heartless as they seem. I prefer to think the heart of banks are hidden and that my higher self with the aid of the angels will find that heart and warm it. Ever since 11.11.11 I have been doing just that in meditations. Still not even a clue. God knows we need to find that heart!
Back to the 11.11.11 fun and a moment that stunned me. A couple that were in human form, but of other worldly height and perfection of form came up to me and congratulated me on the meditation with warm hugs. The male must have been 7 feet tall and the woman a good 6 foot plus. I asked if I could take a picture, thinking they were ETs, and they said yes. I turned to get my camera out of my pocket but when I looked up they were gone.
After working until 2 AM to pack up the event and collapsing into bed at the hotel in that exhausted state where visions come easily, I saw to my shock that a beast had been in our midst as the crowd danced! Our uninvited hairy guest was big and ugly, with the head of a black bull! I’ve been told by my spirit guides that this Minotaur was an angry Wall Street spirit guarding the 11th vault. Defeated, it was lost and out of job.
My spirit guide Angus assured my fearful mind that the confused beast was quickly tossed out of the tent by his Galactic enforcer clan, a vision to itself. I’d not seen any of this in real time as I was too tired.
Was I imagining this beast? Well, a few days later Laura would email me, without having heard my after vision story of the uninvited guest, that she had clearly heard a beast-like grunt come from near me.
And this after-vision of the Wall Street Minotaur would be just the start. There was much more to the visions of 11.11.11 to come in the following days and weeks.
LOOKING FORWARD TO 2012
12.12.12 is the last primary date the voice in Italy has told me must be honored to power the DreamShield for the completion of this gentle 2012 mission on 12.21.12. This will be a 10 day long symposium where all we have learned from 10.10.10 and 11.11.11 and other of the smaller events will be put to work. We’re going to have this one somewhere warm and dry tropical, Hawaii. Ha! Try to make Hawaii’s weather funny, angels! Oh, wait, volcanoes. Never tempt angels. Sorry, guys.
Too early for advanced 12.12.12 tickets, but stay tuned as I work on venue and sponsors, this time giving myself a full year to get this stuff done so I can enjoy myself at my own event! Meanwhile, however, your love donations at DreamShield.org at the PayPal link on the page help me report work on the angel visions which, hopefully with your help, I will one day gather into a book.
And stay tuned as well for a February the rescheduling of Renato’s DreamShield UFO Sky Watch which was rained out on 11.11.11!
Vision art “Welcome back” by Ken Sheetz 
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