President Me?!

As a film director there so much I learn in my sleep about just getting to the heart of a story with no preamble. In an amazing dream last night I found myself mid-inaugural address as the new president of the United States!

Whaaa?

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Dream Inauguration of President Sheetz

Relax, I have no intention of running for president. This was a healing dream. My soul looked past today’s anger-fest president in a totally dismissive fashion.  It was fantastic to see the excitement and hope on the faces of the crowd as I spoke,

My fellow Americans, I have some big shoes to fill as your new leader. Those big shoes belong to none other of President Barrack Obama.

The job of rebuilding our relationships with fellow democracies and allies starts now. Today, as my first act as President, all tariffs are lifted.

At this very moment my transition team is preparing new legislation to convert all coal burning power to solar and to transition the auto industry fully to electric cars production by 2030. 

The dream was so exciting it woke me. But as lucid dreamer I closed my eyes and reentered the dream and used it to set intentions in the conscious field to reunify Americans divided by rampant racism, a sea of lies and to make reparations to the Native Americans.

Analyzing this dream I see it’s the work of my spirit guide Abraham Lincoln, not to lose faith in my values so badly under attack by Trump. Nice work, Abe.

May this powerful dream of renewed hope and change aid the healing of America. Aho!

How to Do a Trump Cleanse

It was not as easy as thought it would be, but I have succeeded in my goal for one week of abstaining from Trump news.

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Photo by Ken Sheetz at Monument Valley

Good news, the fate of the world has not changed during my week of freedom from reading Trump news or watching Trump related media.

Even more interesting, because Trump is so omnipresent in the fixated media’s headlines and in my friends social media postings, I did not miss any important Trump news by ignoring the master agitator.

Most interesting of all, a lot of my accidental addiction to the endless cycle of anger filled Trump news has been released. I cried for half an hour today, day 7 of my #TrumpCleanse, and I do not cry as a habit very much.

I cried for the pain in both political camps, conservative and liberal. Both trapped in a cycle of mutual hatred.

I cried for my hero Tom Hanks getting smeared with the phony pedophile brush used by the extreme right to attack those who disagree with Trump.

I cried for the victims of school shootings getting accused by the extreme right of being actors.

I cried for lost friends from both ends of the political spectrum as I continue to hold the center, at least as I see it, between the true left and true right.

I cried for the left brain oriented people who love the world of illusion versus reality. The left side of the brain is numbers and analysis. So my theory, gained in the free time dropping Trump news gave me to meditate, is that left brained people are so starved for the fanciful they are prone to political brainwashing.

I cried for the rising Q movement that plays into a left-brained fever dream that Trump is some kind of genius secretly working with Mueller to draw out darkness Trump alone can solve in America’s soul. Now that’s one “sad” delusion.

I cried for great comedians of today who are raking up Trump schtick everyday.

I cried for our free press under constant attack by Trump and his followers.

I cried for a GOP in tatters and for the lost Dems, who serve the same corporate masters, who have yet to offer any real change I can discern.

I cried about the endless Russia investigation and the web of lies surrounding it on both sides.

I cried for the families of World War Two soldiers who died fighting the Nazi’s only to see Nazi-like racism rise on our own shores.

I cried for our allies who’ve been so badly mistreated by Trump.

I cried for all the people who serve and lie for Trump at the peril of the reputations and souls.

I cried for the constant devise bombardment of Russian trolls and their unchecked hacking of our democracy.

I cried for a lot more things wrong in our lives right now that have nothing to do with Trump, who serves as diversion while fat cats mess with our lives.

But most of all I cried at last for the loss of my brother Fred 8 months ago. Fred and I used to discuss politics for hours on end. I realize I’ve been using Trump news to avoid thinking of Fred.

My kid brother Fred was one of the smartest most insightful people I’ve ever known. Sadly, Fred was a perfectionist who fell into depression about our imperfect world. He escaped his pain through drugs and alcohol. And at only 62 Fred escaped this world for good, ending his life in a nursing home alone and estranged from me and our whole family.

Farewell, dear brother. I hope you’ll help us through these Trumpy times from the other side.

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Fred (left) with me and mom

I am happy to report that after abstaining from Trump news for a full week I truly feel like a new man.  That’s a lot of emotional gain from simply tuning out the most famous man in the world.

Don’t believe me when I say Trump is the most famous person in the world? Well, a company called mediaQuant, which measures the value of free media exposure if it had to be bought, estimated in the month of January of 2017 that Trump got more media attention than the other top 1,000 celebrities in the world combined.  No wonder Trump’s so hard to ignore.

So feel no shame if you too are a Trump news junkie. Liberal or conservative, please consider giving yourself a Trump anger toxin free week. You will still know what’s happening without reading the slanted stories and video I assure you.

Again, tears are an emotional detox. So after a week, or longer if needed, of freedom from Trump’s circus be sure to have a box tissues ready because Trump’s angry America is a real tearjerker.

Please share this idea of doing a #Trumpcleanse. 

And be sure to check out a new cool tool for detoxing  yourself of EMF radiation we are proud to present at CoolestTechEver.com

Antarctica’s Purity Via Tesla Waves

Since my return from Antartica in 2012, where I filmed 24 quantum intentional meditations to accelerate the shift, I am often asked what I like most about Antarctica. I always say, “Besides the penguins, the fact there’s no EMF radiation.”

Indeed. the purity of the energy field and its powerful magnetics make Antarctica ideal for intentional meditation. Up until now you’d have to travel all the way south to get the same feeling of freedom from EMF. Now, via Tesla scalar waves produced in fibonacci sequences by using a Blushield device you can feel Antarctica’s purity without ever leaving home!

You see, a very cool thing recently happened at the CoolestMeditationEver.com. We’ve been invited to add an amazing line of Tesla Technology EMF protection devices from BluShield!  Here’s a cool video about this much needed tech.

In classic law of attraction form, this amazing new product like came to CME effortlessly.

The ball got rolling when we upgraded our Wifi to 5G.  Though we loved the faster speeds we felt wonky bathed in so much EMF. Elizabeth did some research to look for the best EMF protectors.  She found then story in Nexus Magazine about an incredible line of EMF protection devices originating out of New Zealand. We got the Teslsa Plug-in, thinking if we liked it we’ve step up to the larger Tesla Gold Series Cube.

We immediately noticed improvements in mood and energy using the Blushield plugin. We weren’t needing as much coffee to face the long hours we put in on the computer everyday.  And we sailed through some serious bumps in the road of life more easily.

A few days later we got an email from the BluSheild-USA distributor, Brandon Amalani, who it turns out was fan and supporter of our work where we bring cool tools to the market from greats of spirit science like Patrick Flanagan, Jonathan Goldman, Liz Aplert and James Wanless. Brandon blessed us with the entire line of Blushield for us to study as possible addition to our Cool Tools Page.

Once we added the portable improvement our baseline health accelerated. I experienced greater detox than Elizabeth. My sinuses, I’ve had trouble with since childhood cleared to the point where an old root canal abscessed tooth that had been infecting my sinuses begged the dentist for removal.

Best of all we notice the use of Blushield clears away the mental cobwebs of EMF and we are preforming better meditations.

Well, with results like we’ve both had personally, combined with the great results in research in blood testing and farm testing, it was not a hard to decided to add Blushield to our CoolTools page. And the line is so comprehensive we are building a new website called CoolestTechEver.com.  Hard to believe that great URL was out there for us. Good sign.

Here’s a new 17 second promo spot we’ve created to express the wonderful way Blushield’s fibonacci patterned scalar frequencies entrain your body to tune out EMF’s harmful effect.

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Let’s face it, WiFi and cell phone signals are inescapable in our modern environment. Awake and sleeping, we’re immersed in these invisible waves. Unfortunately much as humanity loves the convenience of wireless electronics, their relentless frequency waves cause disruption to our body’s electromagnetic field at the cellular level. And this continuous cellular stress response has proven to have cumulative negative long term health effects.

And so, CME is thrilled to present the ACTIVE EMF PROTECTION of Blushield Tesla technology! When people start using Blushield devices they report feeling:

  • More relaxed and chill.
  • Better able to focus.
  • Greater mental clarity for meditation, school, work.
  • Able to spend more time in front of a computer.
  • Less tired, zapped eyes.
  • Greater energy
  • Better Quality Sleep

All these cool benefits will help you create the coolest meditation ever while improving your baseline health. As opposed to passive EMF protection, like stickers and orgonite, Blushield utilizes active EMF protection technology by creating powerful coherent scalar waves to mitigate EMF (electromagnetic fields) at a cellular level. Blushield overrides all ambient EMF fields, including wireless radiation, mimicking nature and relaxing our body’s stress response caused by EMF.

TEMPLE VISION

Music artist Paul Temple, a master of Tibetan bowls and chants, and his lovely wife Kerry just visited Sedona on their tour of the southwest. Many thanks to Lane Badger for helping make Paul’s visit a huge success. Elizabeth and I were honored to host them in our home.

Their first night here I filmed Paul at a beautiful private Sedona venue. Here’s his entire July 5th performance for your enlightenment and enjoyment. Skip in past the video intro a bit and listen to his Tibetan chants and bowls to gain a deeper experience in reading the story Paul’s magic.

We were honored to host Paul also in 2017, he visited Elizabeth and me only a few weeks after we got back from our LOVE TRUMPS HATE meditations in DC.

So this year Paul naturally asked me over breakfast how that tough Meditations on Trump work was going here in 2018. I rubbed my hands through what’s left of my hair and told Paul and his wife Kerry that Elizabeth I were, each in our own way, finding these times when the light seems to be losing require a lot more positive visualization to keep our vibe up, but that we were managing. I then told the beautiful power couple how important Paul’s work, along with Kerry’s as a yoga teacher, are in these Trumpy times to help light workers maintain a healthy frequency.

On the second night, July 6, 2018, Paul performed his Tibetan chants and bowls again. This time at Sedona’s Unity Church to a sold out crowd. I worked late the night before to get s clip from the above video posted to help Paul generate some sales. But tonight I was not busy filming again so I was free to drop into deep meditation. Despite the AC being way too chilly, I had a profound healing vision of dark energies, both personal and global, being defeated as Paul performed. Here’s just a part of the cosmic I witnessed.

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Paul sits spotlit atop a vast canyon’s wall. Below him only the spires of dingy skyscrapers of a modern day city peek above a thick black clouds that shroud the canyon valley in despair. The residents of the dark city have adapted as best they to the constant gloom by lowering their frequencies. A clear sky is a forgotten memory.

As Paul chants in his superb deep Tibetan monk sounding voice, and plays his many harmonically arranged bowls high above the city, the dark cloud begins to compress. The inky foul blackness is surprisingly helpless against Paul’s sonic healing and starts to shrink rapidly.

Shopkeepers and their customers step from the stores and look in awe up as the dark clouds lift under Paul’s waves of healing light and sound. The condensing clouds rain sparkling diamonds on the overjoyed crowds. People dance in the glittery street beneath the stars they had long forgotten.

I realize, as I huddle up to my love Elizabeth to ward off the excessive AC of the Unity hall, that I am being blessed with a vision of what effect Paul’s work might have on our own somber post-truth world; lost in a dark cloud of today’s meanness, lies and greed.

Paul Temple wakes things up. He is a destroyer of darkness.

In the final part of my Temple vision I spot my sometimes loving and sometimes deeply abusive father Bill approaches. There’s menace in his black glassy eyes. Bill, dead 7 years now of bladder cancer, is pure blackness from head to toe, Vortices of black strings of dark energy swirl over Bills angry body. He clenches his fists, ready to strike.

But I am no child in fear anymore, I am a full grow servant of the light, and before Bill can a move to abuse me, I simply stand aside and let Paul’s toning pass me. My father instantly dissolves into a pile of black dust. I am stunned as I feel all that is left inside my heart are the loving moments of our past, his teaching me to draw, fishing, hunting, his wonderful laughter. Bill’s soul is freed of his human role as an unstable father.

Then my – sometimes times loving, sometimes abusive and most times self-abusive brother, Fred – appears as a figure of pure blackness to take Dad’s place. Ah ha. I see a sad truth here that makes me weep. Fred is far more akin to my father’s pure dark energy than my own which is more light than dark.

Fred challenges me with an angry pose straight out of a martial arts movie. BTW I’ve been the 1990’s KUNG FU on Amazon.  Feels so relevant because I also feel like David Cassidy’s Kane as a peace loving guy who only kicks-ass when he forced to.

Back to the Temple vision, again I simply sep aside let Paul’s Tibetan chanting and bowls do their work. After a few moments of strained resistance Fred’s darkness crumbles to dust beside my father’s vanishing dust pile. Once more, all that is left in my heart are the many loving moments of our lives past, xmas mornings, Fred’s comforting me after a bitter divorce, his loving man hugs, present. Fred is now too free of all negative karma between us and we can now be true brothers of the light.

CLAIR DE LUNE

The morning before Paul and Kerry take to the road for the rest of their Southwest tour, he plays Clair De Lune on our wonderful secondhand piano.  I am shocked because this the only piano song my father knew how to play; having learned the complex tune in the Korean War as a soldier. When I tell Paul he smiles wryly and plays on until he must resume packing.

All too soon it’s time for Paul and Kerry to continue on their tour. As we all hug goodbye I realize I smile at my Elizabeth over Paul’s shoulder, my smile seeming to say, “We are hugging our spirit brother and sister good-bye.” My love nods silently “Yes!” her smile beaming.

SHARING IS CARING

Please, after watching the important new Paul Temple video above share your story in the comments about what Paul’s work means to you. And please share this blog to help get the word out about Paul’s incredible planetary and personal healing work with Tibetan bowls and chant.

Learn more about Paul and his tour at https://www.facebook.com/RadianceMatrix/

Fourth of July Eve ET Download

Since 2011 I’ve been gifted with amazing ET code downloads every few months. Densely packed with trillions of bits of data, the code begins small and grows into an incredible display of alien symbols. I view it, not with my third eye, but an as fluidic overlay of thousands of shifting symbols and shapes seen my good old regular blue eyes. The code comes in as black characters on a white field, tinged with dashes of color.

Wild as it sounds, I’ve been told by my ET spirit guide Ohom that my openminded attitude to ET support for our precious world serves as a deep space inter-dimensional receiver of these alien codes, all benevolent, and I re-transmit them to our world in meditation into the collective consciousness.

At first these massive downloads were scary.  Now, I relish them as gifts of highly advanced wisdom from the stars, given to help humanity.

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Smack in the middle of breakfast this morning today with my love Elizabeth, on the day before celebrating our 1776 Declaration of Independence, a massive ET vision broke through to interrupt our sweet chat over cereal. Elizabeth is amazingly supportive of these galactic moments. So blessed to be with her as my soulmate.

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The ET code came in strong and clear today, mixed with images of historic American figures. Elizabeth asked me for their names and I told her I was seeing John Adams, Benjamin Franklin and John Henry.

Elizabeth then asked me what this new and very American download means. I read my gut said “We are being given new tools from the ETs in these codes to free us from our slavery of our old ways.”

Here are three videos I’ve used to confirm my gut reaction the common thread to all these famous US figures’ stories appearing interwoven with the code.

First video: John Adams, one of the founding fathers, pushed for our independence when many of the others patriots were faltering on the break from British rule.

He served as our first vice president and second president.

John was deeply in love with his incredible wife Abigail. This is my first spiritual contact with the real Adams family. In them both I see the power I derive from this video on John’s amazing life the importance of having a good partner like Elizabeth.

Seems obvious we need a good partner to succeed in life, but so many with healing skills are attracted to mates that have issues needing healing. Nothing wrong with that. But it lowers the number of people one can heal if preoccupied by a hurting and hurtful mate.

Second video: Inventor/politician and super-achiever Benjamin Franklin is one of my favorite spirit guides. Nearly 20 years before my awakening I’d unconsciously name my first skyscraper One North Franklin in Ben’s honor and use his photo from our $100 bill adorned my construction barricade.

Franklin invented many things, most famously the lightning rod. This invention freed the world of the terrors of one of nature’s most destructive forces years. Freedom. Later in life he’d help pen the greatest document for freedom the world had yet to know.

In his wife Deborah, Franklin was also blessed with a strong and loving mate.

Last: John Henry, whose potent energy I saw today in this vision, is a mythical character. A freed slave John Henry could drive a rail spike in with a single blow and he won a man versus machine race. John Henry represents earning of freedom with legendary hard work in today’s download vision.

THE COMMON THREAD

Looking at all three figures, the common thread is freedom. And so the myriad of ET symbols accompanying are all downloads are about freeing ourselves from the old through hard work and living in love with a strong mate or community of like minded souls. I send them out into the field of the collective consciousness as tools for accelerate the evolution of this reality.

Seeking further guidance about today’s political turmoil on this fourth of July eve and Benjamin Franklin, who I am blessed to able, channel, Ben offers:

“This July 4th 2018, let us remember we are all immigrants in America; even it’s first natives, living here on what they called turtle island. America is indeed a sacred land. One that almost magically allows any man or woman, who through good work attract to themselves good fortune, to raise themselves up.

While America’s current president is in great disharmony with America’s spirit of openness, it is important to realize he is primarily a mechanism the people have selected, however non-orthodox, to prune back our overextended branches of government.

As annoying as this man who would be America’s first king can be, much like fingernails on a chalkboard to many, America must reach past his boorish ways for the light. We do this by focusing on the fact that President #45 serves a higher cause, even if he’s quite humorously doing so unwittingly the vast majority of the time.

Once his work is done, this strangest of presidents’ popularity will wane and fade in time. He will then serve as a historic example that no amount of money can buy respect, loyalty or love.

Do not be swept up in ongoing efforts to impeach him. Leave that challenge to his peers and betters. Rather look for the silver lining in all he does inadvertently to affect change. Keep your vibration at its highest level for the maximum effect positive change in earth’s energy field.

When November at last comes, get out to vote the politicians you feel worthy of your support. Never give into fear and despair propagated by the 24/7 media, right or left.

And if all else fails and this version of the American dream no longer serves the land or its people, do what we forefathers did against Britain: reorganize, re-visualize and revolt!”

Enjoy this powerful ET download. Happy fourth of July from Ken, Elizabeth, Ohom and Ben!

Trump as an Angel? Whaa?

Is Trump is an angel of destruction of the evil old ways or just a lying a jerk?

“Liberals For Trump!” Sounds as unlikely as “Jews for Jesus!” But I’ve learned the hard way, through the painful loss of many friends over my Meditations on Trump, that Liberals For Trump believers really do exist. And in higher numbers than I bet the polls can measure.

Reading between the lines after a wonderful friend tearfully lectured me that I should not be lowering my vibration to talk politics, I see Trump shame is particularly keen in the consciousness community where love for the environment, vegetarianism, kindness, and many other ideals clash deeply with Trump’s bull in a yoga store way of operating.

The first time I realized more than a few of my spirit friends are Liberals For Trump — and there is another smaller branch of Conservative Spirit Peeps for Trump I’ve stumbled across — was after the night Bernie Sanders was robbed of the Democratic nomination by Hilary. For the weeks following that fateful summer of 2016 night, Facebook and Twitter were aflame with Bernie lament.

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Now, although Trump and Sanders have very different takes on politics, one for more government and one for less, they both nonetheless represent a bitter rejection of the status quo that many liberals adore as much as their conservative brethren. Without Bernie to pick from, my Bernie buddies went into the booth to vote for Trump and, presto, exited as Liberals For Trump.

I’ve been hoping my pals, from ET fans to angel workers, who profess love for Trump for his demolition of America’s wicked old ways, would come back to center after the months of chaos under Trump.

Ah. But think about it; an affair with Stormy didn’t sway them, over a dozen women accusing Trump of sexual harassment didn’t sway them, a live mic with Trump’s grab ’em by the pussy wisecrack didn’t sway them, Mueller’s getting 5 of 20 people he’s indicted to plead guilty for conspiring with the Russians to influence our elections didn’t sway them, Michael Cohen funneling millions from corporations for Trump access did not sway them, North American and European allies getting slammed with tariffs while Trump rains favors on Commie dictators have not swayed them, and the beat goes horrifically on.

At one point during the campaign Trump claimed he could shoot a man in the middle of 5th Avenue and still win the Republican nomination. He appears to have been right as the Russian collusion evidence mounts and he grows in popularity.  You get the idea, nothing sways people who like Trump’s schtick. If anything, his fanatic fans run deeper into supporting him amid liberal news media and comedic backlash that only serves to bolster his persecution complex.

Still, these past few weeks I hoped that Trump’s hard core policy on separating immigrant babies from their mothers might pry some of friends free of backing Trump so vehemently. If not in private, at least on Facebook. But this week, amidst an avalanche of horrors in the media about illegal immigrant children crying for their lost loved ones hit its pain soaked peak, one real-life and FB friend, actually posted this photo to their page.

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Holy shit. I’ll always remember this as the day then I realized how deep down the rabbit hole a Trump fan’s rejection of the status quo goes. Out of love and respect I resisted the urge to joke post back, ” Wha? I have enough trouble seeing Trump as human let alone as the archangel Michael!”

I’ve learned the hard way you really can’t reach Liberals For Trump, anymore than you can reach Conservatives for Trump, lost in their Fox News, or reach Libertarian’s trapped in their web of endless conspiracy theories who still think the CIA killed Kennedy 55 years ago.  Face it.  We the cyber word has us all pigeonholed into neat little bubbles, even though FB got caught redhanded selling our data to Cambridge Analytica.

So why make enemies when the Hillarys Trumps and Obamas of the world are not really running the show, but the 13 families that own the big show? For my dear FB friend, out of her Trump loving mind with her post last week, and others like her, Trump is perhaps an angel for his destruction of the status quo and the immigrant kids getting ripped from their families at the border are painful collateral damage? Frankly, I am afraid to ask.

Or perhaps my Liberal For Trump friends are blinded by Trump’s 1984-ish Big Brother mind games? I read somewhere, cannot find the link right now, that despite the side by side 2009 and 2017 inaugural photos, 61% of conservatives believe Trump’s “My Inauguration crowd was bigger than Obama’s!” lie. That’s powerful mass hypnosis on human scale we’ve never seen here is America.

Weird how my having  a father who lied constantly to the family made me into a human lie detector. As an adult that makes me wretch whenever Trump lies. Never thought I’d be thanking Dad for his lies about that trip to Dinseyland that never happened and the countless other lies he seemed to dream up like Trump, even when lying was not needed.

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Much as I try to keep an emotional lid with my spirit friends notion of Trump as a cosmic DJ Demolition Man, it gets deeply depressing when he continues to dominate our 24/7 news cycle. Many in the self-serving-fear-mongering press, profess there’s a grave danger hidden within Not-Sees support of Trump. The panicked liberal press believe that because Liberals for Trump, and conservative alike, are not blinking at the border #wallofsorrow it must mean America is one step away from Nazi death camps for minorities before they cut to anti-depressant commercials.

However, never one to be a willing customer of media fear machine, I don’t see the Trump era, even if it extends to 2024 and beyond with his daughter taking office then jared, ever going the way of the Nazis. This is not 1936 Germany, despite Trump’s “good”Nazi kids waving Confederate flags.

No. What’s going right now is uniquely American, despite how nasty it all is. As a people as we near the 4th of July 2018 perhaps ugly stuff that Trump unwittingly serves spirit to bring to the surface? Is Trump unconsciously acting like a Lakota Heyoka clown? His backwards actions and policies create potent cognitive dissonance making us question the very nature of our reality?

Are my friends right? Does spirit in some mystical way, works through Trump’s darkness to bring the light? I have no answers.  Just a desire to look deeper for the meaning of all this. And I am grateful for that spark of hope that my Liberals For Trump spirit friends are seeing something good in Trump I do not.

What are you thoughts?

FATHER’S DAY AND THE WALL OF SORROW

This saddest Father’s Day ever, President Trump seeks to shift blame to Democrats for the horrific separation of Mexican children from their families even though his GOP controls both the House and Senate. I’ve channeled my outrage into this fictional short screenplay to help convey the pain of these poor innocents.

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FATHER’S DAY AND THE WALL OF SORROW

By Ken Sheetz

INT. PANEL TRUCK (MOVING) – DAY

TINA MUNOZ, 4 years old, cries deeply into a tattered baby blanket. Her wailing is nearly drowned out by the dozen other MEXICAN CHILDREN.

BETTY, 30s, an overweight American social worker with a kind face, places her pudgy hands over her ears to try to block out the overwhelming grief that fills the panel truck’s interior. Curly Red hair matted to her head, Betty picks up her cell phone and shouts to be heard over the din of the agonized kids.

BETTY

Gods mercy! Still no AC back here! Isn’t it bad enough we ripped these babies from their family on Father’s day of all days?

Betty does her best to listen to the DRIVER, a middle aged Texan, on the phone.

DRIVER (VO/ Voice over)

Ma’am, I swear to God AGAIN there ain’t nothin’ we can do.

BETTY

Pull into a gas station and get this AC fixed!  It must be 120 degrees back here!

DRIVER (VO)

Sorry. I ain’t authorized to make no kinda stops.

BETTY:

Do you want dead children on you hands, Mister… what’s your name?

DRIVER (VO)

Mister none of your damn business! What’s broke is broke! Now, with all due respect, Betty, do your God damn job and I’ll do mine. Get them little brats shut up!

Driver hangs up on Betty. In despair, she looks around at the 13 wailing children and chooses one, Tina, to take into a consoling hug.

BETTY (In Spanish)

I’m so sorry, little one. Can you tell me your name?

Tina welcomes the embrace of Betty.

TINA (In English)

I am Tina. Tina Munoz. What’s your name, nice lady?

BETTY

Betty! You speak English so well little one!

TINA

Mama teached me ’cause we go to America; land of the free.

Betty’s sad expression shows Tina’s words have cracked in her professional demeanor. At a loss for words, Betty strokes Tina’s sweaty hair.

TINA

When do I see Mama and Papa again?

BETTY

I could lie, child, and tell you “soon”. But I want to prepare you for the sad fact I don’t —

A 5 year old boy with a bowl haircut, ROBERTO, faints to the panel truck’s floor. Tina dives to his side.

TINA

Roberto! He’s my brother!

Roberto’s eyes flutter back into his head as he goes into a racking seizure.

Betty’s fingers tremble as she dials the cell phone to reach the driver, who silently answers.

BETTY

(being as sweet as possible)

Driver? Hi.  I am so sorry if I sounded cross before. I don’t blame you for all this. But we’ve got a serious problem on our hands. A little boy, no more than four or five, is having heat stroke convulsions. If we don’t get him fresh air and hydration soon — Hello?

Betty curses under her breath as the driver cuts off the call.

As the panel truck pulls to a red light Betty eyes the side door latch.

BETTY

Fuck it.

Betty punches in her key code access and pulls open the panel truck’s side door. A heavenly breeze passes through the panel truck. Roberto gasps in fresh air, calming instantly.

An 11 year-old Mexican boy darts out the door and, quick as a deer, vanishes into the hedges.

Before anymore children can escape an angry Boarder Patrol AGENT, Mexican/American, 30s, appears at the door, brandishing a submachine gun, impending violence on his face.

AGENT (In Spanish)

All of you! Sit the fuck down!

Agent slams the panel truck door shut in Betty’s face before she can utter a word.

EXT. ARMY BASE GATES – DAY

Betty wipes tears mixed with sweat as the Mexican children, clothes soaked to their beautiful brown skin, hop from the panel truck.

Last off, Roberto leans on Tina. They slowly make their way from the panel truck, the little duo scurry to Betty and burry their faces in her soft but sweat soaked dress.

Agent spins angrily on Betty.

AGENT

I only count twelve!

BETTY (trying not to sound proud)

One got away.

AGENT

You shoulda told me, bitch!

BETTY

I tried to before you slammed the door in my face, you disgusting traitor to you own people!

Agent slightly hangs his head slightly, properly shame.

Driver appears and blows a hocker on the ground in disgust at Betty’s feet.

DRIVER

God damned liberals. You got no part in God’s work.

BETTY

I’ll have you know I am an ordained minister, you Trump loving boob!

Driver lunges for Betty. Tina and Roberto scream.

But Agent restrains Driver in the nick of time.

AGENT

Cool your jets, amigo. She’ll get hers when they find out she let one of the illegals escape.

Driver spits at Betty again, this time in her face, and hops back in his panel truck.

DRIVER

Ha! Got me another load of wetback brats to pick up anyways!

BETTY

That’s right. Help Trump build his wall off sorrow!

Flummoxed beyond words, Driver races off the panel truck in a cloud of dust.

WOMAN WITH PURPLE PLASTIC GLOVES, Black, 20s, kindly gestures to Betty to allow her take Tina and Robert through the Army Base gates.

Betty ignores her and turns warily to Agent.

BETTY

Can I please come with them? Get them settled in?

Agent grimly shakes his head “no” and motions to the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves to get to it.  She manages to send Betty a sympathetic look as she pries the weaker Roberto looses of Betty.

Tina gives Betty a last hug and dejectedly follows her big brother, the only family member she has left in the world, through the army base gates accompanied by the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves and the Agent, doing his best not to show his self hatred.

Betty sobs into her pudgy hands as she watches the kids vanish into the Army camp.

Passing wall she spots a plaque on commemorating the internment of the Japanese in World War II, Betty falls to her knees, her sorrow watering the desert.

BETTY (sobbing at the plaque)

Happy Father’s day…

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THE END

What’s happening today, tearing children literally from the arms of parents illegally entering America, is worse than our cruelty to the Japanese Americans of WWII. Then, at least, Japanese families suffered together.

Please share our fictional account of the horrors being inflicted on these all to real innocent Mexican children, bound to be scarred for life. Only by touching people’s hearts can this American tragedy end.

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