10 years ago I was in Antarctica for the 12.12.12 meditations, which began precisely at 12:12 PM, to perform quantum meditations. The meditations were ET inspired using my Hollywood trained imagination to gain perspective on the human race. For me channeling ET spirit guide Ohom, short for Open Heart Open Mind or One Heart One Mind or Oscar Harry Orion Max, your pick, is similar to method acting where I enjoy not worrying whether Ohom is real or not.
Healthy skepticism of my visions aside — beware of storytellers and chanellers who present spirit work too confidentially as literal fact — what I do happily know, is the clarity or some cool boon of GAIA, gained via my channeling of Ohom, brought love into my once lonely life in the form of my beautiful wife and partner in all things in, Elizabeth. You can learn more of our ET inspired love story and cool new business where we are bringing cool New Age alternate health products to the mainstream at this link
Enjoy the meditations!
Stop back because I’ll post all 24 planetary meditations and share how far I think we’ve come to their becoming real and how far we still have to go in achieving the quantum intentional shifts. Roughly 40 years if you believe what my spirit guide told me. We make these dreams real. And Ohom warned me it would not look like the meditations I did in Antarctica — and in many place like Egypt and the first Woman’s Day March in DC after the Trump Inauguration and more to come — will not look like they are working. I hope to live to 2060 to see them all come true. Ohom’s promised I will. And I’ve requested to Ohom that I be vital and young at 108. Always wise to be specific when manifesting your dreams.
See the theatrically screened the full 70 minute feature movie THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA, 12.12.12 FREE today on the About page at CoolestTechEver.com Learn the meditations that changed my life and that Elizabeth and I hope one day will change the world.
We are all warriors in these stressful times, one side or the other, right or left! Says this centrist ever pushed more left as I remain anchored in who I am while the right slithers further and further right. So let’s be frank.
Things got bad during Covid in early 2020. Super bad. The worst ever. Thousands dying everyday. Trump robbing America blind and making noises about never leaving office. People freaking out about wearing a simple mask. An insurrection. The loss of a great New Age friends who were for Trump. Well, to be honest, fellow warriors. I thought of suicide more than once. But fortunately I learned in 1991 that it’s OK to feel your feelings of sorrow as long as you don’t get carried away and take irreversible action or hurt loved ones sharing too much of your sorrow.
We all have limits and we’re all coping with a lot. America’s tough but nothing is not this tough. People are literally going nuts. I mean lingering Covid that could erupt again any fucking day, the GOP totally gone Nazi, and more and more. It’s lot to fucking handle. Tossing on too much to a loved one about your death fantasies could be the proverbial one straw too many.
You see, we’re kinda on our own, all of us Covid survivors of the right, left and center. And if we are honest none of is will truly ever be who we were before we all lost a million fellow Americans in about two years. It fucking hurts! We rage on Social media like twitter and telegram where it’s cool to cuss. But sometimes that’s not enough so I make a movie.
Any who, back to 1991 as I ramble like all Boomers do. BTW, Joe has made me proud to be a Boomer again. OK, OK, I ramble. Flashback to 1991: I lose it all in a real estate disaster that wrecks my business and destroys my marriage. The double whammy makes me think of suicide for the first time since I was teen, for reasons that are not important to this blog tonight.
And so I stood there on an icy Chicago pier starring into the freezing waters of Lake Michicago one January 1992 night, thinking of the long sleep. But instead of jumping to my doom I stiffened my back and shouted to the wind, “The old Ken dies here tonight! A new me, a me who does as he pleases, follows his artistic dreams is born! And the sorrow about my old life dies with the old me! I am a new Ken!”
Well, it worked for me. That and some good therapy. Dear reader, there’s no shame in getting help when you have too many suicidal thoughts and have fallen into depression. Catch it early. I did it in 91 and I am still in the great counseling I began during Covid. It’s been a life saver.
The number for the Suicide Hotline is 800-273-8255 if you’re not lucky enough to know a good shrink.
Take care, dear reader of the left or right. My fans left, who enjoy my centrist thinking and frankness, you’re important to me, fan or not. – Ken Sheetz, Filmmaker, writer, skyscraper builder, broker, artist, entrepreneur.
PS. I want to get this blog back on track for soothing meditation. My anger with Trump will dominate this blog no longer. All Trump Fever Dream posts are moving off this blog to TrumpsFeverDream.com by end of the year. I’d do it faster but I have to earn a living despite what rich assholes like Ron Johnson think they know what senior life is like for ordinary people. 5 chapters with audio plus up there already.
It’s hard to believe that 9 years ago I began fund raising a far-out Indiegogo, to make a journey all the way to Antarctica to perform 24 meditations to set intentions in the pristine energy fields of Antarctica to make a better tomorrow. The driver for me in this quantum entangled mission that I dared to imagine had ET support for (hey I said it was far-out), was to quell fears of the end of the world in 2012 that the media and many in the New Age community were spreading.
Acting as a one-man counter force to fear, I convinced enough fans of my mission of reassurance – that everything was getting overblown – that was sound enough to get me there and back. But, looking back, the project was stagnating until a scientist named Dr. Patrick Flanagan heard my pitch and became a significant backer in barter. At the time, still living and working in Hollywood, I was new to the New Age, having only researched the community for a sitcom pilot I co-wrote in 2000 called EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM SITCOMS. My partners were an established Canadian filmmaker, I was engaged to at the time, and her friend, one of the top ten line producers in Hollywood.
I did not have a clue who Dr. Flanagan was. A guy Deepak Chopra called “A Gift to Humanity.” After his backing launched the project in earnest, we met briefly in Sedona before I headed out for Argentina, the hopping off point to Antarctica. Although we were from very different worlds — me corporate real estate and mainstream Hollywood, and he from NASA, government think tanks, alternative science and a far hipper guy than me – we hit it off.
I knew so little about Dr. Flanagan, who had been off the radar for a decade or so, that I did not know his backing was a big deal. I’d only begun to learn how big when I first filmed him in Chichen Itza, at the end of the Mayan calendar. It was a heady affair and the crowd went mad when he took the stage and sang a chant.
When I returned to LA I could not get Dr. Flanagan or the crowd in Mexico’s reaction to him out of my head. So when I got back to LA I picked up the phone and pitched him the idea for a 50 video web series I called the THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. He agreed instantly over the phone and in two weeks I was on the road back to Sedona again.
Dr. Flanagan was a natural on camera, charismatic as he was informative and, best of all, he believed in the series enough to bankroll view promotion. We bought about 500K views to prime the series and I was as shocked as Patrick was when over 25 million people eventually watched the series. We were a YouTube hit. Skeptical at first, I began trying some of Patrick’s health boosting and brain boosting supplements that he was producing through his successful company PhiSciences. Stunned how much better I looked and felt using his cools tools, I eventually began selling some of the products to support my film work.
Selling to the tune of millions of dollars. His amazing work eventually drew other geniuses of alternate healing to me whose products I added to Pat’s and in 2015, when the love of my life Elizabeth England joined me in Sedona, where I stayed after falling in love with the toddling spirit town during filming of Patrick, she and I formed CooltestTechEver.com in 2018 as a spinoff of my CoolestMeditationEver.com film project that got me all the way south and back. Here’s the far-out 2012 film that Patrick and his love Stephanie made possible.
Sadly, Patrick died in 2019 in Ecuador of natural causes that the family has never shared with me. Since the gentle genius passed before Covid struck I have no idea where he would have stood on the whole issue. Even though I know Pat was anti-vax and Trump leaning, since the MRNA Moderna and Pfizer vaccines work in a whole new way they might have gotten his support. We’ll never truly know.
All I know as curators of health and wellness tools when we are not making movies, my wife and I firmly believe after our own research that masking, social distancing and vaccination are safer than the alternative. But if you made up your own mind not to be vaccinated, we respect your choice in a free society, even though we strongly disagree and are vocal about it. And we hope that the Delta variant crisis that’s sweeping across America right now – affecting 99% un-vaccinated people with crippling sickness and greater death tolls, including higher numbers kids than earlier versions of Covid – never touches you or those you love.
Seven years ago the world lost one of it greatest actors and comedians of our time when Robin Williams chose to take his own life. The devastating news came without any sort of clear warning signals. A public outcry of grief and mourning erupted across the world that had not seen since the shocking death of Princess Diana.
Last week my wife and I had coffee with Robin, as my writer’s brain evisions, happening for seven years now.
Hey Groovy Gals and Guys,
Holy shit. This would all be funny if it were not so damn tragic, folks. People are literally dying because politicians, my brother and sisters in the media and regular people on social media are fabricating stories. All in a feeble effort to make them seem more important than they actually are with more clicks and eyes. In the end this toxic BS is simply to sell everything from donations to snake oil cure to tennis shoes to precious metals to crypt o-currencies.
Worst part is it done by appealing to the worst in human nature; a crusty old white man who lives in fear in our noggins. It’s gross gross negligence to plant fear in people’s hearts on a money-making scale never seen or felt before.
Now, I am sure many of you who were fans of my movies did not like every damn thing I acted in. You only watched the ones you liked, right? GOODWILL HUNTING over MAN OF THE YEAR (MOTY) let’s say. MOTY being one of my films that should have worked that didn’t. In fact, if you judged my career based on MOTY you mot not be here.
Treat all the Tuckers, Johnsons, Bezoses, Hannitys the same way. You are the master of your own story-verese. You pick and choose your reality. Take a pinch of reality from the blue and a spritz from the red. Stay balanced in a unbalanced AF world.
Time to stop listening the BS artists. Truth is love. Be smart. Get vaccinated.
Love, Robin
King of the Star Fish Nation
Robin’s kidding about the king thing But I do still see my vision of Robin — just a part of my beautiful imagination — is reincarnated as a starfish. The starfish nation is a a neural network for the planet Robin has explained to me.
Hey! Exciting news. After following a story I was channeling, either from my imagination or the spirit world of speaking, of to Robin Williams’ on a pretty regular basis, starting shortly after his death in 2014. But our visits abruptly ended in 2019. The good news here in 2021: He’s back!
Robin first appeared to me a few weeks after his tragic death, in a hilarious way. One morning as I turned on my side… there he was inches from my face on the pillow beside me, batting his eyes like in his character in BIRDCAGE. And Robin said, “Howdy, Ken!” I never laughed so hard in my life. Laughter mixed with tears of reunion, At least that’s how I remember it this time. Psst. Time is fluid.
Sounds nuts, but Einstein believed “time is an illusion”. Something he believed the mind creates to help us conceptualize the vast ocean of space. So based on what Albert said maybe time is where spirit (us) and science (space) meet. Because we are space, a part of the universe. A pixel if you will, badly in need of reunion.
But I digress. Robin’s spirit visited me frequently for years. I followed his transformation to a blue whale, then as a killer shark, then as a dolphin and finally to a starfish. All his joyous reincarnations used ocean life to bring his frequency of joy to a world that missed him terribly. I lost connection with his spirit when he became a starfish in 2019. And, yeah, I don’t care if this all my imagination or not. Why? Because thinking it might be real makes me happy. Duh. It’s the not knowing that’s cool, motherfuckers! We used to a call it fucking mystery before America lost it’s damn mind!
Ah, those last two sentences are Robin’s spirit coming through. Let’s connect.
Ken: You’re coming in loud and clear, Robin.
Robin: That’s a big 10/4, Sheetzie. And I wish to thank Billy the Squid for acting as conduit for tonight’s chat. Shit man, clueless that when I became a starfish it would be like doing fucking taxes talking to reach your fat ass! Wow, you put on some covid weight, bro.
Billy the Squid: Focus, your majesty. I only got 8 tentacles here!
Robin: Ken, meet Billy the Squid. His real name I shit you not. He only agreed to be our conduit if he could coach me on the call.
Ken: Nice to meet you, Billy. You’re the first squid I’ve had the pleasure to meet. How long have you been a connector to the star fish network?
Robin: Guys, I’m sorry as shit but I have a meeting on Saturn in 30.
Billy the Starfish: My bad. I promised to only observe.
Robin: Sorry I lost touch, Ken and fans. But I’m baaaack! And guess what?
Ken: What?
Robin: I am king of the starfish people!
Ken: That’s awesome, Robin.
Robin: I know! I know! The sex is incredible. At least, I think it’s sex. This five pointed body and decentralized brain is bummer at times.
Ken: Besides the sex, what else is great about being… Oh, Elizabeth is here. She wants to ask you a question.
Elizabeth: Oh. I don’t have one, Ken. No. I just walked in to put my computer to bed for the day. It’s nice you are back, Robin. Please have coffee with us tomorrow at your favorite haunt, The Coffee Pot.
Robin: Oh, yes! But Billy can you, help me out again tomorrow?
Billy the Squid: Of course, Robin. You’re king. You don’t need to ask. Command!
Robin: Billy, I command you to be my connector for breakfast in Sedona with Ken and Elizabeth tomorrow so that I make partake of my favorite coffee in the state of Arizona.
Billy the Squid: Sorry. No can do.
Robin: Oh.
Billy the Squid: Ah, just fucking with you! Your majesty’s wish is my command!
Ken: Great. Elizabeth’s in the sauna. I’ll let her know when we’re done with the blog tonight. Typos and all.
Robin: Beautiful Elizabeth is getting naked in the sauna and you want to talk to me? I’d say I’m touched, Ken but, what in hell’s going on here?
Ken: Covid’s been tough on America’s sex life. I’m no exception. But I’m lucky to be alive after the Trump shit show.
Robin: It’s all the starfish nation could do to navigate humanity back onto the right timeline away from Trumptopia.
Ken: Thanks for that, man. Let all the starfish know. But I got a bone to pick with you. Last time I heard from you was via your crazy starfish answering machine message (10/21/19).
Robin: Gotta admit I’d not done my research on starfish. Not having a brain… Well, it made it kinda tough to get in touch.
Ken: Chill. I got to experience your sudden departure from my life a third time. I’m getting good at it. Tell you what, Robin. Tired. Or maybe this is sudden to be back in touch so vividly. I see you’re on the same Hawaiian coral reed I last had visuals on. Cool.
Robin: Oh, bro. So sorry. Let’s grab the coffee tomorrow. Rest. Snuggle.
Billy the Squid: You’re wife Elizabeth is amazing. Beauty.
Ken: As one psychic put it a blessing for my work in Antarctica.
Billy the Squid. Been an honor to meet the one and only Ken Sheetz.
Robin: See you and the bride – congrats on that — in the morning. I like it with cream and sugar.
Ken: I haven’t forgotten. Tomorrow then. So excited to have connection again. Thanks, Billy…. Wait a fucking minute.
Robin: Billy’s a special squid.
Ken: Dad?
Billy the Squid: I was. Hi, son.
Ken: Ah, Dad. Hi. See you guys at breakfast tomorrow. Lots to process.
The next morning it was freakishly cold for Sedona in May and so we had Sunday coffee at our house with Robin and Billy the Squid, who shockingly was my father in his past life. The connection was good but not as strong as the night before. W spoke on a number of topics. Here are a few highlights from the 30 minute coffee with Robin Williams visitation.
Ken & Elizabeth: Morning, Robin. Thanks for the connection, Billy.
Robin & Billy the Squid: Morning.
Ken: How’s the coffee?
Robin: Healthier than the Coffee Pot java, but I hope we can do this again soon there. Addicted to their brew.
Billy the Squid: Grateful. Delish.
Elizabeth smiles. She’s not quite awake, I can tell. But she plays along in the beautiful way she loves to. But I can tell she’s wary of my father spirit, who was as unpredictably abusive as he was loving in life.
Ken: So, Billy. Do you remember much of your human life as my father?
Billy the Squid: Less and less each day. But yep. I hope you’re focusing on the good times we had. My teaching you to draw, fishing, tickles. The good stuff.
Ken: I try to. Still lots to process on the dark side. Dropping with a lot of your racism you managed to drum into me.
Robin: Karma’s a bitch. Billy’s a black squid from the coral reef projects now. Yo!
Ken: What else is new in the after world?
Robin: You can stop worrying about Trump and his GOP 24/7. The starfish planetary matrix is on the job. You’re not out of the woods yet, but lots of progress. You’ll love how it all turns out.
Ken: Sure doesn’t look that way, but thanks for freeing up some of my mental drive space. Wow. This is great rye toast. Is this made in Sedona, hon?
Elizabeth: I don’t know. — So Robin, you chose Billy for the direct connect didn’t you?
Robin: Bingo!
Ken: So weird to see you as a squid, Dad. You’re a little guy.
Billy is silent. Elizabeth squirts herself in the face eating her grapefruit and yelps.
Ken: Any questions for Robin or Billy?
Elizabeth: How do you like it out there in the sea?
Robin: I’m king of the starfish. As a comic pal once said, things get fuzzy without a brain, “It’s good to be king.”
Elizabeth: You make that title up, Robin?
Robin: Ha ha. Not to brag but I am the first human to join the starfish nation to retain some of my human consciousness. Guess that’s why they made me king.
Elizabeth: Do you have a government?
Billy the Squid: We don’t need one.
Elizabeth: Why not?
Robin: No property. No boundaries but the earth itself.
Ken: Cool.
Elizabeth: How’d you find Billy, Robin?
Robin: I sent out an SOS. Billy swam a couple hundred miles to reach me.
Elizabeth: Billy, how do you like seeing your son Ken?
Billy the Squid: He’s aged a lot in 10 years.
Ken: Hey! And it’s eleven years. This last year in covid has been hard.
Elizabeth: Billy, have you seen any other family?
Billy the Squid: Ken’s the first as the firstborn. Your mom Alice is over here, Elizabeth. She’s a seahorse.
Elizabeth: Wow! Who else is with Alice?
Robin: Your brother. Also a Bill. He’s sea tortoise now.
Elizabeth: Cool one. How’d he get so lucky?
Robin: Your Billy was always lucky.
Elizabeth: He was! Is my dad around? What about my granddad?
Robin: Both living life as humans again. Your granddad is the dad this time. The old switcheroo.
Billy the Squid: I can find your dad in this life if you like. Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Really? I’d love that.
Billy the Squid: On it. Connector rule.
Ken: We found our dog from a past life, Runs with eagles, Lincoln.
Elizabeth: 600,000 people have died in America. Death toll is likely three times that. Ten million worldwide.
Robin: Things are way more crowded here in the ocean. Lot’s of welcoming of people who didn’t know they were dead. But in the scope of the planet with all the extinction there’s never been so much death. It’s not going to be the same kind of world unless we stop killing other species. Don’t be sad.
Elizabeth: What was the purpose of he pandemic?
Robin: No purpose. Just a byproduct of unhealthy living. Time to change that, people.
Ken: Been starting with myself. Was going pretty well until Covid. Ate a lot of comfort food. But I am back on the beam again. Eating better. Reverse aging again. Even started writing screenplays again.
Robin: Ken, you need an agent to navigate Hollywood. I’m going to pull some strings psychically for you.
Ken: Thanks. I’ve always been afraid to get myself out there because I’m so farout people might think I’m nuts. Like my grandma Agnes warned me.
Robin: People thought I was nuts. Fuck ’em. Focus on the people who love you, warts and all.
Elizabeth: Robin, why are people ignoring reality?
Robin: Because it sucks. Making a better world is way harder than pretend.
Elizabeth: People are dividing themselves along story lines. Chips in the vaccine. Biden cheated. Sucks.
Robin: Yes. But coffee is still wonderful.
Elizabeth: What’s your advice on getting through the next year? Two?
Robin: Follow the map is on Ken’s forehead. Head in five directions.
Ken: This scar on my head is map?
Robin: Treasure map. Overlay the starfish pattern on Ken head with a map of the world with Sedona at the center. Extend the lines until you hit something that’s cool.
Ken: Makes crazy sense. In my spirit work things manifest in 3D. Had Eagle on the back of my head to help me heal my past and now starfish map to carry me forward.
Robin: One more thing. The key to America’s survival is to find a way to love respect what’s good about the right.
Elizabeth: What’s good about them?
Ken: They love family. They’re loyal as to a fault. They’re terribly misled by Trump and his cronies.
Billy the Squid: Attract them back to the light with light.
Ken: Easier said than done. But thanks.
Billy the Squid: Elizabeth, some of your dad and grandad are reincarnated on the east coast. Cape Cod to be exact. I’ll keep tuning in on them.
Robin: Getting tired, guys. One last question?
Elizabeth: Nothing top of my mind, your majesty.
Robin: Exactly. Nothingness is what humanity needs more of with their busy minds.
We all laugh.
Robin: Peace out you two. Nanu, nanu.
Billy the Squid: Bye, son. Nice to connect, Elizabeth.
It’s with great pleasure I present a post from a woman I am honored to call my wife and partner in all things. As a 14-year veteran of U.S. Army’s military intelligence and special operations, Elizabeth speaks out about the Russian and GOP psyop we are fighting with an authority seldom found on the web. She served during Operations Urgent Fury, the invasion of Panama, Just Cause, Uphold Democracy, Desert Storm and Desert Shield. Elizabeth also served three years as a Chaplain’s assistant to the National Guard during the war in Afghanistan, the War On Terror and Operation Iraqi Freedom.
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Third from left Sargent Elizabeth England
Lies of the Christian Patriarchy – By Elizabeth England
When I hear all lives matter in response to Black Lives matter it’s like telling me all houses matter and refusing to help my black friend put out his house on fire, because he’s not white. Black lives have been attacked since wicked Christian men kidnapped their African ancestors from their homes, sailed them a thousand miles away in chains, and sold them to wicked Christian slave owners. The racists say this is a white Christian nation. Their Bible provides guidance on how to treat slaves and does not condemn slavery as an abomination.
For centuries, white Christians have forced their religion on subjugated populations, ensuring they are under the thumbs of the powerful Christian God with slavery intact and the Bible revered by the enslaved. Imagine when famous Christian explorers like Columbus showed up to the indigenous peoples and forced acceptance of Christianity on pain of death. Or when the Catholic church used their religious schools on reservations to select human subjects for barbaric medical research. Jesus didn’t speak out against slavery. When you ask a racist white Christian what would Jesus do, well, it doesn’t include ending institutionalized ways to suppress and enslave others through legal and economic systems. They truly believe it’s their ‘right’ to suppress and enslave others and the bible gives it the seal of approval.
That’s embedded in the system so subtlety. And if, like the ‘born-again’ Christians say, you confess Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you really don’t have to worry about sin because Jesus died on the cross to remove the ‘wages of sin,’ or death, promising you everlasting forgiveness and life in heaven. Not here but after you die. Always wondered about why you have to die to experience heaven? So ‘if’ slavery is a sin, and if you’re ‘born again,’ you still have the free pass to heaven even if you are a predator upon other human beings.
The church has become the protector of child molesters and other monumentally wicked leaders across the world. It makes me cringe when I hear my white friends say, ‘But me, I’m not racist and don’t all lives matter?’ The wicked precepts that have shaped our culture are invisible to most whites. And now with the Trump cult they have their hero who supports racism and sexism, or the ‘status quo.’ But the not so subtle system of cultural and economic enslavement isn’t there only for African Americans and immigrants.
Most women recall when they figured out, probably as a child, that their lives would be different than boys in so many dangerous, minimizing and challenging ways. Can you imagine—mothers have been having ‘the talk’ with their daughters for thousands of years? And mothers have looked the other way for thousands of years ‘to save lives.’ The alternative of demanding change would come with too high a price: her life. Females must be careful because they are often targets of discrimination and violence. Every woman knows she will be challenged personally with (the same primitive consciousness as racism that sees their) discrimination of women as the right of a man and in some cases this will be brutal. And don’t get me started on how our culture treats children, homeless, mentally ill and the vulnerable. So you’re going to fight for this system, the American way, that divides up the vulnerable?
The layers of discrimination begin:white supremacist, in this shit show, you have to hold on tight to you’re only advantage: being white in a racist country. Being poor, female and white is ‘better’ than being black. Huh? And if you’re a white male, you’ve got a golden ticket. If you’re a black or brown woman, well, my heart cries for the discrimination you must survive. And then we get to children…who lose all around in this system. No wonder our streets are filled with young people who’ve figured out they really don’t want this legacy.
So let’s get real. Do you think your rights are safe in this system? No one’s rights will be safe until we protect and care for everyone. But you’ll ask, how do we pay for that? Don’t ask me that when a couple of dozen people hoard more wealth than the other 330 million of us and we keep bailing big business out from their self-destructive and predatory practices, keep giving them the advantage of our tax laws while they do things that hurt our people, hurt the country. Maybe you’ll tell me the stock market shows the economy is great. Great for who? The banks, big pharma, stockbrokerages and insurance companies? Really? Economic layers of discrimination are embedded at every level to keep everyone in line. Our system even targets vulnerable populations. Our founders were slaveowners. Yup, the bible–racist and sexist and pro-slavery. And the nation’s founders–racist, sexist and wealthy through the labors of slaves. That’s the mindset of colonialism that we live in and that some of our politicians are clinging to.
When I served in the military I didn’t get all this. I was so idealistic and patriotic and I joined because I wanted to ‘walk my talk’ for democracy and the ‘’American dream.’ The richness and darkness of that experience served to awaken me to racism and sexism and corporate greed. After a decade and a half in the military it was obvious we were the blood and muscle behind so much greed, suppression and senseless violence on foreign soil, on women and children, all accepted ascollateral damage of our ‘pro-democracy policy.’ A big lie to cover the theft of natural resources and cultural treasures of non-white peoples. Trump is a symptom of our country’s worst nature, an abomination to the ideals that led me to love the country and take my oath to the Constitution: to defend it against enemies foreign and domestic. By his actions I see Trump as a threat to the Constitution. He’s certainly a threat to American military service members with his affinity to despots like Putin, Xi, Kim Jong-Il, Prince Mohammad bin Salman, Erdogan…
I pray to see our country working toward perfecting the union aspired to in the Constitution and rising above the inhumanity of its founders, many of whom, like Franklin and (sort of) Washington were troubled by slavery and its conflict with the un-Christian ideals of the Constitution. Thank goodness the founders stepped beyond their religious dogma and gave us universally righteous philosophies in the Constitution securing it as one of greatest documents ever written. My soul is crying for patriots and citizens to abolish racism, sexism, suppression, discrimination and economic enslavement of the people. I’m praying we are inspired in America to hold to our Constitution to create the change we need for a golden age.
Understand, there is a battle for our minds on social media. The Russian intelligence masters are experts at the ‘long game,’ and they are elated at the hyperspeed of their success in America using our fabulous creation of social media against us to speed their long-range goal of destabilizing our country. They are using psychological operations (psyops) to change the leadership of our country with weapons-grade propaganda. And they know who to target using Facebook data. Look it up. It’s a BIG part of foreign intelligence operations now. And greedy, unethical businesses (like Zuckerberg’s, Trump’s and Bezos’), politicians like McConnell, and greedy corporate lobbyists will piggy back on the manufactured chaos for their own benefit. It’s hard not to be a pawn, isn’t it?
My hope in writing this is to help others discern the psychological operations, a long-standing and secretive military specialty. Open-minded, suspicious, fearful, born-again Christian, spiritual, yoga fan, raw/organic foodies, non-GMOers, anti-vaxers, ET and disclosure, flat earthers, the list goes on of the interest groups and people targeted by psyop propaganda using social media ads. Q is a psyop that targets me and many of my friends. Trump is a useful asset to Russian intelligence, whether it’s purposeful or ignorant, controlled through money or sex or maybe just his admiration of despotism. Here’s a classic psyop method: flood the public with conflicting info to create confusion about the truth and repeat useful lies until they are accepted as truth. Sound familiar? That’s Trumps daily job. Say something outrageous, trot out your staff to deny or defend it, then deny again, claim it was a joke or some other smokescreen to ensure people will fight about what’s true and who to believe.
I urge you to take control of the battle for your mind. Remove the blinders to racism, sexism and the psyops trying to convince you they aren’t real. Trump is the hero of white, Christian racists who value poverty, racism and sexism to maintain the status quo and their power. They take more profits than they’d need for a hundred lifetimes and leave the rest of us without even our fair share of the fruits of our labors.
The pandemic is real. Racism is real. Sexism is real. It’s time to get real and take back your mind and our country. We are blessed to have inspiring and heroic examples of fearlessness from young women in our time. The world needs the balance of strong people, especially empowered women, to bring collaboration, compassion and care to communities and nations. Let’s see all women and children raised up and cared for as precious. Let’s see children treasured and nurtured into great people. Let’s stand up for our black American brothers and sisters, end their torture and say because Black Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our first people, end their torture and say Native Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our LGBTQ brothers and sisters and say LGBTQ Lives Matter in America. Let us be judged by the content of our character, not our appearance, sex, or preferences. Let it be.
Hope this short but sweet post finds you and your loved ones well in every way.
Peace. We all crave it. But in an era when our sick establishment seeks to “dominate” peaceful BLM protesting over George Floyd wrongful death and demanding change, smack in the midst of a pandemic, peace seems more elusive than ever.
The answer is, as it was before all this trouble came blessedly to dominate the news cycle, meditation. Here’s a great look at the peace meditation brings from acclaimed filmmaker Dave Lynch. Watch the entire 19:50 video. You’ll be glad you did.
Last night Elizabeth and I fell into bed exhausted from a day of preparing for what seems to be an inevitable shut down on our food supplies. Heck, normal life in general is shutting down in light of what was upgraded to a global pandemic by the World Health Organization this week.
Seeking to calm my nerves after our President’s Rose Garden press conference failed to, just can’t trust a man who lies for sport, I meditated to fall asleep. The last thing I expected was a spiritual message from my subconscious as to a possible meaning of life here on good old planet Earth.
I breathed deeply and rhythmically, grateful to be virus free. Quick as it came up, I banished a worry about a little tickle in my nose. Soon I was rewarded with a vision of the entire multiverse as a vast globule of, get this,… soup.
Here, on earth I saw it was humanity’s job to collectively generate a bitter ingredient, one made of a dash of mass hysteria and a pinch of sorrow over our the loss of enjoying each other’s daily society. Once our bitter contribution was made to the cosmic soup it was served up to a being so gigantic I could not make out anything but the gaping mouth of a spinning black hole.
Activated to full wakefulness by this cool but strange vision, I slipped from bed and raided the fridge, seeking to nosh on supplies we’d bought that day to tide us over from a food shortage. Call it controlled panic eating.
I made a snack of white mushrooms with the stem sockets filled with mustard and contemplated my vision of the cosmic soup we are all a part of making to create this reality which we both love and hate.
“Was this a vision of the meaning of life?” I wondered for a few munches. “Nah. Seems more like an elaborate cosmic rationalization,” I grumbled to myself, washing the mushrooms down with a Mexican bottle of Coke made with cane sugar. Way better than American corn syrup Coke, but not exactly a healthy dietary habit.
I flashed back earlier shopping of the day when Elizabeth stopped me from grabbing a pack of salami, “Ken, just because we’re stocking up to beat the Coronavirus outbreak does not mean you should abandon your healthy eating habits!”I chuckled about that and agreed Elizabeth was right, grateful I was noshing on mushrooms and not fatty salami.
Content this was enough deep thought and stress eating for one scary day on planet Earth for a man in his sixties, feeling vulnerable after March 2018 heart failure. I slipped back into bed with my love Elizabeth and snuggled up to her warm body. Soon I drifted off to sleep, grateful to have at least one human being to share this strange and bitter time in our world with.
Elizabeth and I wish you and yours perfect health in this crisis. Please check out our cool wellness products we use ourselves at CoolestTechEver.com products page.
In 2011 Don Miguel Ruiz, best-selling author of THE FOUR AGREEMENTS invited me to join him at the pyramids of Teotihuacan Mexico as one of 18 handpicked students to learn Toltec wisdom. The invite happened at a time in my life where I was chilling on the workaholoic thing and bartering for room and board. So I was low on cash. But Don Miguel felt it important enough I attend that he paid most of my expenses to be on the journey. I am forever grateful.
Me and Don Miguel Ruiz atop the Pyramid of the Sun
What was most remarkable about Don Miguel’s teachings was walking the spine of the snake of my life to trouble points where I retrieved lost personal power. I spent hours beneath the tomb of Quetzalcoatl walking over my visualization of the feathered serpent.
Last night I had a visit from one of the giants of spirit I met at Teo. I was shown the snakes, scientifically know as timelines, that weave together to create our multiverse. And astride the great snake-like strands of DNA stood a giant goddess responsible for maintaining maximum health for the snake of this world from it’s beginning to its end, Gaia. I saw that every world, big or smaller has a bundled timeline snake like Earth does and that it is the giant guardians’ job to protect it.
I spoke telepathically to our planet’s timeline guardian, “Gaia, our world is beset by a gravity wave crushing down our planetary IQ. The result is a negligent stupidity that could lead to the death of all life on this world.”
Gaia pondered for a bit and answered, “I will not let life on this oasis perish. But I need help from the people of the world to lend me energy to help shield you from the gravity wave. This can come in the form of prayer or meditation. Send me your love.”
I was touched that Gaia did not seek to shame or blame we humans for all our antics. We are after all her creation and more powerful than we know as co-creators of this amazing world of earthly multiverses. We are also more affected by cosmic energy than we know. This world will of course eventually die. It is as inevitable as our own deaths. But we can join our energies with Gaia’s to make life on Earth as long as diverse as possible.
Longer life for earthly multiverses gives us all a bigger selection of lives to reincarnate within on this oasis in space time and to live infinitely within the great unbroken snake of space time.
AHO.
EXPO HEADS UP
Elizabeth and I are back to our beloved base in Sedona catching up after the enormous work of speaking, presenting our film about the recently passed beloved scientist Patrick Flanagan and hosting a booth the Conscious Life Expo for CoolestTechEver.com, which carries many of the doctor’s amazing inventions. There’s still another week left to use coupon code EXPO to get special pricing.
At the Sphinx with Elizabeth waering the abundance field enhancing Sensor V medallion by Dr. Flanagan offered at CoolesttechEver.com
Sorry I’ve been off the blog beat since 12.9.19. Sadly, I’ve been grieving the loss of my dear friend, client and film subject the incomparable inventor/scientist Dr. Patrick Flanagan.
Losing Pat is like losing a brother for me. Blessedly, I’ve had visits from his amazing spirit I will write of soon here that have helped me cope. You see, my issue is that within the past decade I have had too many losses; I’ve lost my best friend in LA Bradley Quick, a father, a stepfather, a sweet pal from my days in Malibu, a dear but troubled brother and a beloved uncle. And now Pat. Sigh.
So I hope you’ll excuse me that I’ve been lost from blogging to you dear reader for a time. I’ve been losing myself following the Impeachment, hoping to see some glimmer of justice for this bully that has stolen America’s soul.
My visualization of Trump doing a Nixon that has not happened on this timeline.
But watching the farce that is the Senate Impeachment Trial has not helped quell my pain as America has lost its series of check and balances. Indeed, the farce trial has only been useful in making it crystal clear how far our Republican Party has fallen from grace.
As an independent I’ve voted Republican as often as I’ve voted Democratic. In fact, the Republican Party is the only party I have ever registered to be part of back in my real estate mogul days of late 20th Century. I used to appreciate the GOP’s ideal of smaller government and therefore lower taxes which they once stood proudly for with an evangelical flair.
And while the Donald did not get the impeachment pardon yesterday he wanted in time for bragging rights at the Super Bowl tomorrow, he did get the Republicans to unite to protect him in agreeing not to call new witnesses or offer evidence. These creepy politicians’ nerve in destroying America’s systems of checks and balances despite polls showing that 75% of Americans want a fair trail is beyond astounding and one of the saddest times of my long life.
OHOM TO THE RESCUE
Last night I licked my psychic wounds watching the amazing musical WEST SIDE STORY last night. Half way through my movie as a meditation night by the flicker of the fireplace, my guide Ohom whispers in my mind:
“Time to let go, Ken. Donald John Trump has served his spiritual purpose of drawing out America’s deep flaws and is now superfluous.”
“But we haven’t had the final vote, Ohom,” I complain, feeling guilty for getting so wrapped up in a political show that I know is run by the oligarchs and corporate banksters who truly own our government.
Ohom (which stands for (Open Heart Open Mind) says tells me, “The American the people must WILL the birth of the new and better world into full reality. How you do this begins in your own bright hearts not Donald Trump’s dark heart. As leaders of the free world the American people must:
1. Let go of all racist behaviors and have love for all. This means full restitution for the Native Americans and African Americans. A restoration of your country as the land of opportunity for all genders, races and creeds will then be achievable.
2. Americans must speak and seek truth and integrity in all things. Lies and cheating have no place in a world of peace.
3. Your billionaires and the 1% must pay their fair share. Only then can you as a people let go of greed and make an end to the lie of poverty.
4. You must end your meddling in the affairs of other sovereign lands like we ETs do with other worlds such as yours. You have evolved to the point where war is obsolete and you must turn our talents and energy to peaceful endeavors.
5. Last, and most importantly, before you travel to other worlds you must learn to take good care of this beautiful world and all life upon it. You must all make an effort to leave a smaller footprint, recycle and implement solar and wind power. Only then can you make this world the paradise you’ve all dreamed of.”
Ohom’s sage advice washes over me like a cleansing slave to the pain of the fake Impeachment trial. I close my eyes and picture the rope of negative energy that ties me to Trump pulling at my hands. The tug of terror to this idiotic old man with his fingertips on the nuclear arsenal is strong.
“Leave Trump behind. Ken. You have important work to do reaching the North Pole in 2020 to complete the work you did in 2012 in Antarctica. Let go.” Ohom’s voice echoes in my mind.
I feel the rightness of Ohom’s words and finally let go of the energy ropes leading to DC and Trump. Ones I’ve been clinging to since his election. The relief of disconnecting from Trump and the DC energy is instantaneous.
“Let’s anchor this letting go of the old, Ken.”
Ohom leads me to the puja my wife Elizabeth has made in the center of our house. Graciously, My consciousness stands aside as Ohom, my higher self located in another dimension, steps forward into my body and I become the observer.
Using my body, Ohom picks up the small globe of his ice world of Nektar. A world where technology has involved into a blissful new life form that resides in the 13th dimension in the Orion star system and places it on the floor in front of the puja. The replica of the planet Nektar quickly begins to feed energy to the earth’s core.
High above the pristine skies of Sedona, the rings of the DreamShield, one circling the earth north and south, the other east to west, are frozen in place. More energy is needed to reactivate them! Ohom calls upon the ancient energies of 5 million years ago when Sedona Arizona was part of Antarctica. Nearby, Thunder Mountain rumbles to life, shimmering with white light in the January darkness. A jagged band of white energy races from Thunder Mountain to the Nektar globe in the center of our home.
An artillery shell shaped of blue light morphs from the globe of Nektar. More of the sacred sites in the Sedona area stir to life, Cathedral Rock, Airport Mesa, Bell Rock. Soon Sedona is a humming maze of jagged white lines of energy that dive through model of Nektar to the earth’s core.
The artillery shaped shell blasts the roof clean off our house and hurtles into space exploding upon the frozen DreamShield in blaze of blue light. With mighty groan of on metal on metal, sounding like the horn of Gabriel, the rings of the DreamShield I first witnessed in 2010 begin to turn. Slow at first the spinning speeds up geometrically to reform the powerful planetary DreamShield. It is only then I realize I have truly let go of all outcome in the Trump impeachment.
Ohom says, “The old world has ended and a new era has begun. Realize in this moment that each human being possess unique time space coordinates. And now I must return to my space time. I leave you and Ken to close our visit out via this blog. Please share”
Ok, I added the please share thing. Wow, this blog evolved over weeks of painful incubation. Hope you liked reading it as much I liked writing it.
It’s a good sign it came to full vision powered by the sad senate vote that has outraged many of we who truly love America, not just for what it was but will become.
Wrapping up, I hope you can too let go of Trump too. Look instead for leadership to people like Greta Thurnberg. She certainly has truly emerged a voice for a generation that does not have the luxury of time to waste that we Booomers did. Forgive we OK Boomers. We were lied to by the corporations seeking to evade blame for their destruction of our world. In any case we do not have time to waste on hand wringing about Trump or his lost Tea Party Republicans. Hoping Bernie makes it all the way in 2020!
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