He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind. – Leonardo da Vinci
Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz
DREAMSHIELD 1/11/11 BUTTERFLY MEDITATION
The meditation will be to shed the cocoon of the last full year of the old Mayan calendar, 2011, and prepare for the butterfly of the New Age starting in 2012.
Musical artist, mystic, Ceremonial Priestess, Spiritual Channel. Voice energy healer and Reiki Master Laura de Leon, pictured below, has kindly dedicated her stunning home nestled in the Hollywood hills for this intimate scale DreamShield event.
Laura will lead the ceremony with me, your humble newcomer to spiritual matters and Reiki healing, at least in this life. Sparkling beverages, fruit and birthday cake will be served after the meditation.
Event name: DREAMSHIELD 1/1/11 BUTTERFLY MEDITATION
Date: 1/1/11
Time: 12PM to 4PM
Place: Laura de Leon Residence Near Universal Studios, Address Given Upon RSVP
To keep the integrity of the Ceremony the Gates will be Closed at 12:45 PM. Ceremony begins promptly at 1PM.
Please wear WHITE or any BRIGHT beautiful colors to celebrate stepping into the New Year in a Powerful Positive way.
Also, please think about what OLD patterns you are intending to release this day. We will have an area set-up where you can write it out on a piece of paper when you arrive. Once we are in circle the papers will be placed in the fire to be RELEASED and TRANSFORMED into NEW ENERGY so that you may walk forward from this day, centered in your Heart standing Powerfully in your PURPOSE.
The ceremony is very powerfuL and transforming.
The suggested Love Offering is $20 or whatever you can easily give. Please feel free to donate more if you are able. It will help us to create more wonderful events. You can use Paypal now at DreamShield.org or pay at the Gate
ANGELS DREAM BIG
DreamShield 1/1/11 is above all a celebration of the guidance of the angels, blue angels to be precise. Guidance for me and other DreamShielders who get the calling to travel all 24 time zones for the important work of facilitating angelic celestial meditations to achieve our dream of a base of 5 million DreamShielders by 11/11/11. Yes, angels dream big. But with their help and yours we cannot fail.
Laura and I can also use a couple of angelic volunteers for 1/1/11. Please let us know.
Angels will attend. Will you?
Look for the invites on our group events Facebook page and how to reserve you spot at DreamShield.org soon. Don’t delay on the RSVP guest size is very limited.
Note: The 1/1/11 event will be filmed for DreamShield and BuzzBroz’s use and universal distribution purposes at our sole discretion. Your attendance is consent to have your image and voice recorded for such for all time. We invite you to share your vision with the world about what life is going to be like the New Age.
“Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions.” – Edgar Cayce, American Psychic 1877-1945
Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz
November 10, 2010. I awake in Mt. Shasta City, in Northern California, after a night of amazing “downloads”, as Reiki master Dorothy Donahue calls them. I’d been doing social media via my BuzzBroz.com service for 6 months for a show called LIFE CHANGES with Filippo and in exchange was blessed to take some amazing trips — no drugs Dorothy simply uses her awakening gifts, LED glasses and drumming — on her couch.
Dorothy’s light induced trance journeys began the awakening of my higher self that’s been revealing itself now for 9 months, culminating in the vision in Italy and all the after visions of that have become DreamShield: Planetary Meditations for a Gentle 2012.
It was on Dorthy’s magic couch that I began to see the codes of many cultures, pyramids, spinning DNA strands and decks of alien spaceships that have filled much of my nightly dreams to this day and propelled this 58-year-old former real estate exec with over $1 billion of experience into the New Age head-first.
Night at the bed and breakfast, discovered by Cali Rosen for our three person dream team, is pleasant to say the least. My soft king sized bed is far more comfortable than the hard tiny twin I sleep on at a charity client, The Cool Change Foundation, that I donate social media in exchange for rent for in North Hollywood.
I rub the sleep from my eyes as I try to process scores of amazing dreams that I had channeled in the clear crisp Mt. Shasta night air at this B&B aptly named The Dream Inn. The air is so fresh my smog abused lungs are thrilled with every clean breath.
As I shave I look at the spiritual guy in the mirror who I barely recognize from my old corporate self. A corporate self that caused me to doubt for many months the angelic mission I was sent on in May of this year in Italy at a SoulDrama group meditation. An angelic mission that asked me to honor the dates of 10/10/10 with a global web celebration.
After months of putting it off I finally got on the job and DreamShield 10/10/10 became a huge success with live coverage from LA, Nashville, home of sponsors Spirit Recovery and Princes Know it All and Greece, plus a non-filmed 3 day event in Italy
Conferring with Dr. Sarah Larsen, my lovely co-host for the LA event that had drawn 200 guests, I told her of my hopes that I’d not be called to do more work for DreamShield until 11/11/11, the next huge binary code date. But here I was waking up over coffee at The Dream Inn, about to do 4 more planetary meditations over the next 2 days with Hollywood power couple Cali and Chris Rosen and the angels.
Over breakfast I ask Dave, keeper of the B&B, if he’s ever seen a UFO. He chuckles “No!” and we learn, despite his place looking so heavenly, that Dave does not believe in any of the legends of Mt. Shasta. Though he shares with us the New Age legend that Mt. Shasta is thought to have once been part of Atlantis, back in the Pangea era. The grounded Dave Ream is a great host and the place is named for him, D for David mixed with Ream, his last name, makes the “D-ream” for the Dream Inn.
Dave and Chris hit it off best, as Dave believes, like Chris, that none of the UFOs or spiritual stuff said to happen regularly on the American mecca of a mountain is true. Including a tale Dave shares of Mt. Shasta being the Native Americans’ Garden of Eden where the first Native American was created by God, stepping down from heaven onto the great snow capped mountain peak.
This doubting Thomas of an inn keeper is clearly not what I expected to find at Mt. Shasta, but I somehow find it grounding in this fantastical place. Chris’ spiritual and ET doubts, however, I am well prepared for having gotten to know Chris over the past few days. Chris shares, over a course of grapefruit, that he has never in all his hundreds of hours air time, as a jet pilot and vet, ever encountered a UFO. I realize as I write that this is perhaps a big part of what makes Chris cynical about DreamShield’s ET/angel work.
In spite all Chris’ doubts, he has come along to support his wife Cali who loves the work. So it’s amazing that time after time later, on this three person DreamShield excursion, that it will in fact be Chris who notices the angel signs we are on the right path.
On the gorgeous 9 hour drive up to Mt. Shasta I had gotten an angelic message that Castle Crag State Park is to be the site of the first Mt. Shasta meditation. Dave’s wife Lana tells us about a dirt road where we can get into the park the back way and save on Park fees. We are grateful given we are all filmmakers on a tight budget. So we finish up our Eggs Benedicts and we’re on our way, Cali at the wheel.
Exiting the 5 onto the narrow paved road fronting Soda Creek, it quickly becomes little more than a dirt goat path. One wrong turn of the SUV and we are in for a crash. But Cali holds the course until we reach a dead end about 5 miles in at a place, not kidding, called Dream Ranch. There are so many “No Trespassing!” signs that we have no choice but to turn back.
But on the way to the dead end I had fortunately spotted what looked like a cool meditation spot beside the fresh rapids of the Soda Creek we turn back for. Driving slowly, we wind our way to a small clearing nestled nestled in the pine forest beside the Soda Creek.
The circle of rocks sitting squarely at the center of the clearing seems the place to meditate. When Cali suggests we perch upon the rocks I’m a little wary. Last night’s light snow has left the rocks slippery. But I manage, as you can see in the photo at the top of this post, to overcome my old corporate conservative ways and climb atop the rocks.
We gaze up into the little forest clearing to the blue sky and invite the angels to do the work, work which they actually started in LA at the other end of the San Andreas fault line in Tujunga Park begins…
VISION FOR TECTONIC PLATE ACTIVITY REDUCTION
I am blessed on this project with an angelic editor who was a great TV writer in life, he’s telling me to let the video do the talking now.
ANGELS SHUTOUT DOOMSDAY!
After we finish the planetary meditation to reduce tectonic and earthquake activity I am so moved by the work that I am nearly in tears. This angel powered planetary work is so pure and powerful it cannot be described in words. The closest I can come is the feeling of a million invisible Super Bowl fans cheering you on.
The angels love this DreamShield work and I love what they are doing for our world to ensure the negative 2012 visualizations we are having crammed down our throats by the mainstream media daily are totally canceled out.
Yes, in the end, come 2012, DreamShield’s success will be measured by the things that never happen, from asteroids not hitting us to nuclear wars that never occur.
A hard thing to measure, that which does not happen. Easy thing, in fact, to say nothing was done at all if you are a cynic.
I’m glad I don’t have to be a cynic anymore. My faith in the work, experiencing it’s magic first hand, has transformed me forever. I’d really be a fool for it not to. I am blessed to have my faith in more than what meets the eye restored since the vision for a gentle 2012 in Italy took over my life.
In the world of angels there is no such thing as time. 2012 has already happened and the angels’ work, facilitated by humanity, has succeeded. There is no need or place for doubt or fear in this good work. And DreamShield I am happily learning is but one player in many such positive meditations happening on the binary dates all over the world.
But back on Mt. Shasta as the meditation’s vortex where the Soda Creek was diverted to cool the earth’s core is closed, unlike some of my other DreamShield meditations, I am sad I am not seeing visions of angels. No sooner do I utter those words to Cali when some distance out of earshot Chris points out angel shaped flying clouds over our meditation spot!
And there would be more signs like this photo to the right and top of the blog that I developed at few days later where angelic orbs we saw in the visions can be clearly seen.
“Moisture from the snow,” the skeptics will say.
Ah, but my new self answers, “Does it really matter if the angels made that moisture appear at just the perfect angle on the camera’s lense to see the image of an angel?”
There’s no time to ponder doubt at Mt. Shasta on 11/10/10. Our little dream team of three must now race to a dormant volcano some miles from the Soda Creek back road we are on and we must get there within the hour of 1PM!
As we hurry to the SUV I spot at piece of plastic tape with magic marker letters scribbled on it that seems to hold an angelic message for Chris. More on that next blog “Volcanic Vision at Mt. Shasta.”
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. – John Lennon
Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz
Last blog we jumped ahead to the psychedelic dream I had at Mt. Shasta that I am really an alien on a secret mission. I swear no drugs, folks. Just Mt. Shasta water and mojo. The place is amazing.
Now, let’s dream-jump back in time to the DreamShield event at North Hollywood’s Tujunga Park’s 9/11 monument on 11/01/10.
NEW FRIENDS
As the successful DreamShield ceremony winds to a joyous close, with Shaman Isabella Stoloff closing the healing vortex in the earth we’d dreamed together, a couple new to the group, Cali and Chris Rossen, invite us to join them for lunch at the Bombay Cafe.
Soon Cali’s breaking nana bread with about 8 of us, excitedly sharing a tremendous release of sorrow she felt when we washed the soiled 9/11 monument, not just with soap and water, but love. Cali then sweetly adds, to warm smiles from all, that she’s thrilled to have found a new family in her fellow DreamShielders. But Chris, though happy for Cali, his wife of 17 years, appears not to feel quite the same about our eclectic bunch of New Age healers.
After lunch Cali invites me to their home nearby to see angel art she created at age 5. Their wonderful home, where Clark Gable once had his studio, is perfect for this Hollywood power couple that writes, produces, acts and you name it in the film world.
BINARY SIGNS POINT TO MT. SHASTA
A few weeks earlier, our sponsors for the 24 Global 10/10/10 event, Lee McCormick, founder of SpiritRecovery out of Nashville, kindly invites me to join him at Mt. Shasta in Northern California for an event. But I am so busy wrapping up the reporting of 10/10/10, over 2 hours of videos, and then planning 11/01/10, I’d not really figured out if I could make it. When I finally do catch up it finally hits home that these are binary code dates –11/10/10 and 11/11/10 — that fall within Lee’s event. This is a sure sign I must go to the mountain.
Forgetting how tight my cash is I accept Lee’s invite to hold DreamShield meditations at Mt. Shasta on 11/10 and 11/11. Lee kindly grants DreamShield up to 4 guests (3+me) with free access to drop into his event, normally a $1200 each event ticket. When I send out the invite for the exclusive Mt. Shasta dream event on Facebook, Dr. Sarah instantly accepts as well as Cali, promising she’ll do her best to convince Chris to come along.
We have our dream team for Shasta. Now I start getting angel messages that this DreamShield mission will be big:
REDUCE EARTHQUAKE AND VOLCANIC ACTIVITY!
Angels work on a planetary scale I could never imagine myself. After all the amazing work with the angels I’ve been seeing since Italy, I have complete confidence in their spiritual abilities. Abilities focused into our physical world though the dream team human facilitators.
Plans to ride up to Mt. Shasta with Dr Sarah and meet up with the Rossens at the mountain change last minute when car troubles force Sarah to cancel. But Cali and Chris step up to share the ride, so now I’ll travel to the New Age Mecca with the Hollywood power couple.
NO ARGUING WITH ANGELS
The night before I am to leave, 11/9/10, an angel pops into a dream and startles me, “Wake up! You must do a 3:33 AM meditation to begin the Mt Shasta work.” I bolt awake and check my night clock. It’s 2:59 AM. I say to the angel still fluttering in my mind, “Please, I need my sleep.” But there’s no arguing with angels. I am gifted some energy and wide awake, up for the last minute meditation. So I shuffle out of bed, dress and do my best not to wake my roomie as I tiptoe out the front door, despite the fact our place has floors that squeak like a haunted house.
No traffic at this hour, so I easily make my way on my bike the mile and half to the site. I stop for a water at the 711 on the way, important for spiritual work as it dehydrates you. A man in the checkout line before me wears a jacket with an angel on it’s back. A sign I am on the right path.
I pedal for the 911 monument through the abandoned park. It’s a little scary at this crazy hour.
PRE-MT. SHASTA VISION
Meditating at the 9/11 monument to Ennio Morricone’s THE TRIO, I notice signs about the site I hadn’t noticed in the daylight. Signs that further supports the vision of clean energy future free of oil wars. The signs? Solar-powered street lamps light the 9/11 monument site set in a triangle.
Deep into the meditation, pounding the light poles like gongs, I see blue ET angels land in the vortex tree. Quickly gathering orb seed, the angels soar off, along with a reassembled Flight 11, filled with happy passengers. These orb seeds I am told will be planted along the San Andreas fault line to grow into series of giant energy trees feeding off the DreamShield that will heal the fault line with magical roots when we meditate in Mt. Shasta.
I can’t wait to make the trip in a few hours knowing such miraculous meditation success awaits us. I ride my bike back home in amazement and vlog about this pre-vision vision on YouTube through the wee hours. Luckily, I’m able to grab a few short winks before Cali arrives at 9AM. And after a quick business meeting for Chris, an internet wizard when he’s not writing screenplays, we are on the…
ROAD TO MT. SHASTA
Chris loses himself on his PC in the back seat the whole way. Like many couples I meet in this work, the Rossens are in different places on the spiritual road. So I figure besides the big work of DreamShield at Mt. Shasta, perhaps this spiritual adventure to Mt. Shasta also carries the purpose of bringing the dynamic Hollywood duo more into spiritual alignment.
As the valleys and hills of California spin past the white SUV windows, Cali, at the wheel, is on fire about the DreamShield gentle 2012 meditations. She’s seeing angel signs in everything, right down to our rental’s license plates. This starts to elicit some spiritual overload grunts and groans from Chris as he types away in the back with the dogs.
At rest stops along the way Cali and I get to know each other better while she walks her two adorable, if a bit wild, dogs, Ricki and Emmy. I learn her childhood hero is a magical artist named Simon. Take a look. Marvelous!
I explain to Cali that I’ve only been getting visions in meditations for about 6 months. For Cali it’s been life long. She made art about seeing blue angels when she was only 5. Cali loves Chris deeply and wants badly for him to be with her on her spiritual journey. On one of the stops, after asking if she wants my two cents, I tell her gently, “Lead. Don’t drag Chris into all this. Stay in your power and don’t take it personally if he does not get the work.”
CAVEMAN THAWS
I explain to Cali that before my angelic powered un-thawing in Italy, May of this year, I was right where Chris is, maybe not even as far along the road to spirituality. Yeah, being honest, compared to Chris, who is writing and growing and supporting his wife’s exploration of the spirit world, without the angels help in Italy I’d still be a spiritual caveman.
Cali’s a great driver, self taught I learn, and we arrive in Mt. Shasta City at the base of the mountain, covered in clouds in the night sky. We all agree on a late dinner at the Black Bear Cafe to celebrate our safe arrival. It’s my first real chance to get to know Chris who was silently working on an exciting new screenplay about pilots. Turns out Chris is a vet who has seen action.
I’ve never traveled with virtual strangers and it’s more than a little awkward for us all. But by the time we finish dinner I learn one of the reasons Chris is so quiet is he lost a close brother a short time ago that he is still grieving.
Wow. Then it hits me like an angel kicks me in the shins and I realize how much of my old junk I am projecting onto Chris. Yes, it was me stuck in the mud, my own paralyzed heart that caused me to thwart and belittle the soulful dreaming of not one, not two, not three… but four wonderful spiritual women who came and went in my life.
Yeah, this side mission of helping Chris was really all about me healing me! Healing my past transgressions on the spiritual plane with so many women, going all the way back to not believing in my psychic mother and superstitious Irish grandmother. This healing is important for the gentle 2012 work because we are switching from our warrior patriarchal ways to a nurturing matriarchal society.
The sign I’ve finally figured this out arrives at exactly 10:10 PM when huge healing white snowflakes begin to gently fall past the coffee shop window, drifting on the cool night mountain air like angels.
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Hey fellow DreamShielders. I’m back from the New Age mecca of Mt. Shasta with lots of visions and dreams to report.
I am delightfully exhausted after the busiest day of DreamShield 2012 work so far this 11/10/10 evening. Today, with the help of angels, our small dream team of 3 from Hollywood, Cali and Chris Rossen and me, all three of us filmmakers, meditated at Mt. Shasta on countering 2012 fear to: #1 Reduce Earthquakes and Tsunamis, #2 Reduce Volcanic Activity and #3 Invite First contact with a tiny race ETs known as Nanonites to seek their help protecting us from asteroids and comets.
Yes, a very big day. So I am ready for a great night’s sleep and more gentle 2012 dreams. Cali, a superb actor/producer, found the team a charming bed and breakfast for the mission’s 2 night stay, named appropriately the Dream Inn. My cozy room a short distance from Cali and her writer/web guru hubby Chris’ room, where their two adorable, if rambunctious, dogs, Emmy and Ricki,are also nestled in for the night, has a breathtaking view of the volcano north of the town. A volcano that last went off in 1840 with enough explosive force to be viewed by ships in the Pacific over a hundred miles away.
I thank the angels for the great work our dream team facilitated today and I begin a sleep meditation to reach the Galactic council beneath Mt. Shasta. I visualize myself as Superman, my hero since childhood, boring through the earth with ease.
DREAM AT THE DREAM INN
There’s a security field around the secret base 3 miles beneath Mt. Shasta. But I’ve been told in advance by an ET expert from Arkansas who prepared me for all this important 2012 dream work to dispel fears of Earth’s destruction, that I will be allowed to enter the secret base by holding positive thoughts. I am buffeted by mild current surges designed to disrupt my dream field, but I shake them off moving deeper in to the earth along the 3 miles journey deep beneath Mt. Shasta to confer about with the ETs about DreamShield’s important mission.
Soon, I am deep in a conscious dream state. My secret alien self slips from sleeping my 58-year-old human body. I tiptoe for the closet, careful not to wake my human self. Invisible until I touch it, I gather a boring standard-wear Galactic Council tunic from hiding and slip into it.
The veil of forgetfulness lifts like a cloud from my alien mind. I am Ohom. Sneaking from the Dream Inn, I am happy no humans are outside at this hour. No need to hide the fact I am over 7 feet tall and blue, not unlike the creatures director James Cameron channeled in the movie AVATAR. Except we Telosians have wings that cause primitives like my human self to often describe us as angels. With a graceful leap I soar into the starry night sky over the peaceful little town of Mt. Shasta City.
As I fly for Mt. Shasta I recall that it is one of the last volcanic remnants of Atlantis, back when there was but one continent and my people, the Telosians as we are sometimes called, first started visiting Earth. Unfortunately, we were not the first ETs to find this blue world, already teaming with primitive life. The Reptilians, clever to a fault, sent a robot ship here about a million years before us to plant their flag.
After countless years of bickering and threats of war that almost tore the fragile new Galactic Federation apart, the council caved in and deeded Earth to the Reptilians as a farm and gold mining world. Modifying the DNA of apes, the Reptilians created a sentient aggressive gold driven worker species that remains to this day unaware they are but slaves. Lizards love war and strife, so that was also tossed into human genetic engineering.
I check my star watch as I glide the cool night sky. It’s 2:59 AM Pacific Earth Time: 11/11/10. Unless there’s an emergency, our Galactic Council meetings take place on binary code dates on this world for the 49 of us who comprise the Earth Supervisory Sub-Group.
I land in the marsh at the base of the mountain. A startled heron flaps off into the night. Pressing stones and twigs in a secret sequence I activate a hidden stairway.
Hurrying down the granite stairs I hear the secret passage ratchet closed behind me. Reaching the crystal tram that leads the 3 miles beneath Mt. Shasta, I am greeted with a hiss by GRAK, ambassador for the Reptilians,
“Ohom, what nonsense waits tonight’s council?”
“The welfare of billions of life forms, ‘nonsense’?” I say, realizing talking to this snake, with a Cobra-like head, is foolish of me. But our rivalry runs too deep for better judgment to prevail.
“Life forms my people own!” The Reptilian spits in my face, a slimy hand slithering for his holstered ray gun.
Cara, a pale green Illumion of great beauty, enters the tram car with a greeting, “Morning, Ohom, Grak.” Cara’s beautiful voice is music enough to calm even Grak and we settle in for a truce on the short ride on the super fast tram.
A short while later in the council room, I chuckle to myself how unspectacular this place is compared to imaginings for such settings in earth’s film world. There are countless such secret meeting places across the galaxy and no budget for fancy facilities except at the vast and ornate giant meeting hall at the galactic core, headquarters to the Galactic Federation.
The officious Aquas, a fish person who wears a space helmet filled with water to breathe, drops the gavel. “Agent Ohom, you psycho-texted for the floor.”
I stand to gaze over the eclectic group of races from 49 worlds.
Before I can say a word Grak leaps from his seat, “I move this meeting be adjourned.”
“Again, Grak?” groans Aquas.
“Aquas, with all due respect, it serves no purpose to rehash a million years of Ohom’s bleeding heart for our supposed cruelty to these human creatures! Creatures the Reptilian’s created and own free and clear!” blusters Grak.
“I am here to call an end to your “free and clear” domination of this world, Grak.” It’s my calmness that most disturbs Grak.
Aquas pounds the gavel, “Make your case, agent Ohom, and none of your usual showmanship. My helmet water needs changing.”
“To the point then, Chairman Aquas. ” I click a remote and a projector rises from the table that throws a section of words on the screen.
“What fine print are we looking at, Ohom? Your human self’s bankruptcy papers?” clucks Grak as a few of the council laugh along.
“Magnify,” I say and the words become crystal clear. “Sub-paragraph 2012: Earth treaty of the Pangean Era.”
Grak says putting his ugly feet up on the the conference table as he tries his best to look in charge, “Fool. The treaty reads clearly: Any Worker Species created through genetic engineering by a Master Species of the Galactic Federation for any purpose, such as planetary mining or experiential enjoyment, are the complete and total property of such Master Species.
“Yes,” I say with a grin, happy Grak has taken the bait, “But further on paragraph iii B. also clearly states: However, when a Worker Species evolves to harness the power of positive visualization on a planetary scale, then such Worker Species reaches Protected Status as a “Developing Intelligence.”
“Humans, a “Developing Intelligience?” chides the lovely Cara to the admiring looks of all. “Do you have any idea how destructive the humans would be if Grak and the Reptilians did not keep them confined to Earth.”
“You honor me, Princess Cara,” bows Grak.
I feel the sting of jealousy. “Human spillover emotion!” I worry to myself that my human form and Telosian form are merging. I quickly say before my thoughts are read,”That’s changing. I’ve been testing to see if the human mind can access Telosian thought technology.”
“Not only dangerous, but Impossible for a Worker Species,” laughs Grak.
“Not dangerous. Not impossible.” I say.
The group murmurs with excitement.
“With only a small sample of 17 humans, myself and three other Telosians we activated a planetary DreamShield in Italy.” I exclaim as a view of the Earth protected by the DreamShield spins on screen.
“Trickery!” shouts Grak, needing to be restrained by our giant security robot that looks a lot like a black bear.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Galactic Council’s Earth Supervisory Sub-Group, I assure you this planetary DreamShield, which appeared first as a giant cross of energy bands on May 6th 2010 over Puglia Italy, is 100% genuine.”
Brainwave charts appear over the faces of the humans in a yoga hall in Italy.
“Wait!” shouts Grak. “Back one human.” The view on screen slides back one human to me, Ken Sheetz.
“Is that not your human form, Ohom?” chides Cara.
“Changes nothing.” I say feeling the loss of Cara and the group’s confidence.
“Your findings are tainted, Ohom,” adds Cara.
Grak’s reptile teeth flash me a triumphant grin.
“Cara, how many times have I’ve pleaded with the council to lift the Veil of Forgetfulness for Earth?”
Aquas checks his monitor screen with a watery chuckle, “Over the past 5,000 years alone, the longest we keep records on file, there are 20,000 requests you’ve made to remove the Veil.”
“None of which have been accepted, my brothers and sisters. I was in pure unaware veiled human form in Italy. — See? My brain activity is no different that the other humans until my three Telosinan brothers and sisters fill in the empty yoga mats.”
Nods and smiles become applause as the group watches the Italy footage.
Cara sings as she dances for joy, “Incredible. A Worker species evolving to Developing Intelligence status has no precedent!”
I add, riveting in the good news of hope for humanity, “Paragraph 11.11.10 concludes: Such Developing Intelligence through planetary visualization wins total sovereignty and complete freedom from said Master Species and the full protection of the Galactic Federation.”
Grak storms for the door and shouts without a gaze back, “You’ve not won Earth’s freedom yet, Ohom. This requires a2/3’s vote of a Special Meeting of the Galactic Council. All the worlds of the Reptilian Quandrant will side with us!”
“Sound like you’ll only have 25% of the vote to me, Grak,” I gloat gathering a disgusted look from Aquas.
Outside in the marsh, as the sun begins to tug at the horizon, Grak hides in the reeds as I exit the portal arm in arm with Cara.
Cara caresses my cheek, “Sorry I was opposed you all these eons, Ohom. How can I make it up to you?”
“A kiss?” I say with a coy smile.
Cara leans her head for a kiss. I move a tentacle from her forehead when a green beam from the reeds blazes. Cara’s people have super speed and she takes the shot meant for me.
“Cara!” I sob as she slumps in my arms.
“Save the humans…” Cara’s beautiful golden eyes close.
My rage makes the marsh lands tremble as I race for Grak. A saucer beams Grak away before I can reach the evil Reptilian.
I leap from the marsh and soar after the ship when…
I awake back in human form, in my bed at The Dream Inn in Mt. Shasta, vowing to never let the Veil of Forgetfulness fall again.
But as I lay in bed, heart pounding and unable to get back to sleep it all begins to seem like a dream. Then Cara’s musical voice assures me,
“You are not the mortal you seem to be. Awaken the planet. The DreamShield cannot fail…”
SKYLINE
I am off to see SKYLINE tomorrow. The premise of the movie is that SETI contact brings a hostile alien race to capture us. Yet another of the 2012 doomsday film visions that are an increasing part the media’s unwitting participation in manipulating humanity into visualizing its own destruction. A loophole in the Galactic Federation treaty? And just look at this ad’s negative message “Don’t Look Up”.
But fear not! DO LOOK UP to your rightful place among the stars! The DreamShield dream team is on the job for positive planetary meditations leading to an assured gentle 2012. And we hope you’ll join our website DreamShield.org and Like us on Facebook to learn of Gentle 2012 meditations coming to your part of the world. Join us as we become a one billion member planetary dream team by 12/12/12.
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Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there. – Otomo Yakamaochi
Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz
I was all set to do a phone interview with Shaman Isabella Stoloff last week about our amazing global 10/10/10 event, when computer troubles with my usually rock dependable MacBook Pro threw me for a loop. So much so that I ended up missing the call time. To make up for messing up I offered to buy the shaman from the O.C. lunch and film an interview with her in Tujunga Park near the restaurant.
Isabella suggested 11/01/10 to meet for lunch. And then it hit me… Another binary code date! “Had angels messed with the computer to make this meeting date happen?” I asked Isabella. She giggled, “I bet.”
And so we took the accidental choice of date as a powerful sign and decided to invite other DreamShield members to our little lunch and make it DreamShield’s next important meditation event.
MONUMENTS TO THE LOST
The subject, the first time I was guided to have a focus to the meditations this specific other than a gentle 2012, came to me when I made the connection that Tujunga Park, nestled along the 170 freeway in North Hollywood California, besides lost Amelia Erhart’s monument, holds a 9/11 monument for those lost on flight 11 bound for California. The number 11 was popping up everywhere in significant ways that could not be mere coincidence.
Isabella generously agreed to co-host and we got cracking as we only had a few days to pull this event together. But we had a lot of momentum from 10/10/10 and a great group on Facebook and in no time at all we had group of enlightened people ready help with the important 9/11 work.
Angels don’t mess around once they are on the job. They began to feed me a constant stream of instruction and inspiration, right down to music selection. Yeah, if you told this agnostic-grounded business man that I’d talking to angels 6 months ago I’d have laughed you out of my studio. Not so today. Today I happily share all this with you openly. In fact, I have been told it is a big part of my job to give you hope, and to share the sheer joy of knowing there’s more to life than meets the eye.
PREPARATION AT THE 9/11 MONUMENT
The half mile bike ride from the modest studio I rent in North Hollywood, paid for with social media work I donate to an anti-drug charity, passes quickly. Today is Halloween and kids in costumes scurry along the sidewalks.
DREAM INSPECTION
I shade my eyes from the late afternoon sun’s glare as I arrive at the park and start to check over the 9/11 monument site for tomorrow’s important DreamShield work. A passenger jet roars past overhead. I worry perhaps this site is too noisy a site for a meditation that will bring in the angels. But then I realize that the jets above, like the jets that so many perished aboard on 9/11, are a vital part of this meditation.
Next, I am struck by the nearby presence of a giant 200 foot tall tree, located about 33 yards behind the monument and fronting the the 170 freeway. Patting the bark of this vortex tree, I grin, satisfied that this is a perfect transmitter tree for the 11/01/10 meditation.
A triangle of three young trees sway gently in the breeze between the 9/11 monument and the vortex tree. This I decide is where our group should stand to join hands tomorrow. Having an architectural background is a handy skill for vision planning.
It’s then it hits me that for the vision in Italy, that first activated the DreamShield back in May of this year, the group was formed in a rectangle, on 10/10/10 the group work at Rancho De Las Palmas was formed as a circle and now, for tomorrow, the group would be formed as a triangle.
SACRED GEOMETRY AND KLEENEX
“Sacred geometry is clearly at work with the binary codes of 1s and 0s to power to these amazing meditations,” I say to myself in awe. A blind man with his elderly mother are feeding a squirrel nearby. When the old lady looks up and smiles at me I realize I should stop thinking out loud.
I notice a tissue, at the center of the trio of little trees and bend to pick it up, to clean the site. But I stop myself, realizing this is maybe a sign to bring tissues for the group for the tears that might be shed. As I look closer, I am amazed to see the used tissue is wadded up in the shape of an angel wing. There’s the pic to the right, A gentle breeze lifts the angel tissue to the center of the tree triangle and so I happily leave it be. It’s meant to be here.
And, to skip ahead in this story a bit, the next morning at the 11/01/10 meditation the little tissue is still there, but soaked from dew which realize are angel tears for 9/11.
Returning to the monument on Halloween, I take a seat and pray that all the stone benches will be filled with angels tomorrow. But my prayer is interrupted when I sadly notice the bronze 9/11 monument is splattered with mud and pigeon waste. I am told by a voice softer than a whisper that I must honor the dead by washing the monument on 11/01/10.
Gazing through my tears over the tarnished bronze list of lost Californians I see the top two names at the head of the list are David and Lynn Angell. Now I weep in earnest, not just from sadness and amazement, but from gratitude that I was guided by higher powers to pick the right spot and date for the work of a bringing about a gentle 2012.
MEDITATION ABOUT RAGE AND OIL
Relaxing on the stone bench, I breathe deep, meditating on how screenwriting sometimes puts me in a trance-like state. The very first screenplay I wrote a dozen years ago, put aside to be produced after the pain of 9/11 has passed, is based in large part on the shut down of the air space over North America on 9/11. But what’s amazing having 9/11 as the date the screenplay’s story takes place is that THE DIVA, THE DRIVER, THE REAPER, THE PIPER was written three whole years before the attacks of 9/11 in 1998.
After the 9/11 attacks, this screenplay, a hilarious action/comedy, was transformed into an action/horror tale of American rage against a host of Muslim villains. In early pre-9/11 drafts the main antagonist, simply a silly Frenchman originally, became now, in the most painful rewrite of my life that used up many boxed of tissues, an evil lost double for Saddam Hussein and eventually a vast dragon spirit.
The title changed to WHEN EVIL STRUCK. But what I did not realize was that I was in fact the one struck by evil. The evil of hate and fear fostered by 24/7 media coverage showing the towers falling over and over and over for days on end.
It was not until I wrote the gentle family tale SUMMER RULES some years after 9/11, a romantic comedy about a sweet family healing from 9/11, set Montana and New York in the summer of 2002, that my fierce rage began to cool. Watch the short film ZACK’ MACHINE that inspired the feature SUMMER RULES below. It stars the great Ed Asner of Pixar’s UP and my beautiful dog Sophia who I gave up for adoption when I lost my car and was evicted in the Great Depression 2 before I began BuzzBroz and was still running on investor money that dried up unexpectedly. And the hit the little film has been to 8 film festivals so far. It shows my deep empathy for the pain of 9/11. Even though I lost no one personally there I am somehow connected. A mystery that will be revealed to be before this 2012 work is over.
Years later, as I watched Bush 2’s invasion of Iraq on CNN Live to finish dad’s mission, I’ll admit that at first I was thrilled by the Shock and Awe campaign But sure enough, even with Saddam eventually gone, the two wars still dragged on.
Why, I began to wonder, are we not moving on from 9/11? Through study of the work of many bloggers and enlightened filmmakers like Michael Moore and the great political humorist of our time, Jon Stewart, came the answer… oil. Saddam was gone but the underlying battle for an ever dwindling oil supply remained.
As I listened to the roar of the 170 freeway I realized with 100% clarity that road rage, which can transform the sweetest person on the freeway into a dangerous jackass, is in fact caused by the negative energy of tainted oil flowing from the engine itno the driver’s though the steering wheel. Perhaps this is why I choose still ride a bike to get around rather than drive in LA when I could afford a beater. No, I want my first car after the recovery to be an electric car. No road rage for me ever again.
And, yes, I’ve tossed out the title for my oil wars inspired action/horror tale WHEN EVIL STRUCK. It is the action/comedy THE DIVA, THE DRIVER, THE REAPER, THE PIPER, with some more rewriting, that I will produce after my Gentle 2012 work is done. No time for movie making for me now. More important to do the light work than the film work. But somehow this is all part of the same spiritual journey as I write about in my other blog 7YearsInHollywood.
ANGELS DON’T WASTE TIME…
I finish meditating at the 9/11 monument with a prayer for success in tomorrow’s work. And my prayer is answered instantly and the energetic angels go to work a day early…
Listening to Ennio Moriccon’s THE TRIO I am now gloriously surrounded, part of a multitude of angels who sing along to the music.
Angels gather around the monument and off as far as I can see into the park in a great wedge that fans out through the many churches and temples that front the park and deep into the valley.
A cluster of smaller cherub Angels hold hands in the tree triangle smile and wave to me with giggles at what must be the look on my face.
Landing, like great eagles in the branches of the vortex tree, are the seven foot tall blue celestial angels I met in Italy.
As I gape, an angel taps me on the shoulder, “No fear, Sheetzo. Let’s get this party started.”
“Now? But the ceremony is tomorrow,” I say with relief that this angel is so human looking compared to the blue celestial angels perched in the vortex tree.
“Relax. We just wanna get this started for you kids. We’ll be here for you guys tomorrow. Big time!”
“Lots to do,” a radiant female angel chimes in.
“Are you the Angells?” I ask timidly to the pair of angels.
“Look at the wings, of course we’re freaking angels!” Both the angels laugh, it’s part of the healing of this 9/11 monument I realize. I thought this was all going to be so serious. The kidding relaxes me.
“No. I mean are you David and Lynn Angell, top names there on the plaque,” I say pointing.
“Yeah, well, good guess. I am, or was, David Angell. Nice meeting you, Sheetzy” he says, clasping a strong hand to my shoulder.
“And you’re, Lynn?” I say to the beautiful female angel next to David. She answers with a giggling shake of her head so robust she has to straighten her halo after.
David explains, “This is Marta. My, ah, Lynn, well, she’s back again. New life, in China. Might take another spin at the life thing myself after we finish this job.”
Before I can ask another question David holds up a hand, “Enough chit-chat, kid. Those big guys with harps been waiting in the vortex tree before you was a twinkle.”
“Are they extra-terrestials?”
“Been here way too long to be extras. Tick tock,” says David pointing to heavenly Rolex on his wrist.
A watch is unusual for angels, I think to myself, since I’ve been taught by famed DreamShield light-worker and famed palmist Dr. Sarah Larsen, that time is meaningless. It is our calling them for help that brings angels to us in the present. Maybe I am hallucinating all this I worry about getting locked up.
Angel Marta reads my doubts, “Our watches are a gift from the angels in the tree, to help us do this work at the precise times needed.”
“Showtime, gang. Hold out your hands. Like this!” says David as he hold his hands palms outward towards the monument. Blue light shoots out in twin beams from each of his palms. I do my best to copy the action but my light can barely be seen. I’m still only human.
Blue energy from David and the other angels pours forth and the cool afternoon air shimmers. Golden light from the angels feet lights up the gravel covered clearing of the monument. The rough hewn boulders of the monument begin to glow red.
“Hot,” I worry out loud.
“Keep cool. Gonna get a hotter. Lotsa crap to move on here,” says David.
Along with the angels, along with the dead — now appearing from 70 nations who perished on the planes and WTC Towers, at the Pentagon, in the field in Pennsylvania — along with American soldiers lost in the wars that followed, along with lost innocent civilians and soldiers of the Muslim world, we send the powerful red energy from the boulders forth through to the triangle of the three little trees before the 200 foot tall vortex tree.
The trio of little trees glow blue with the angels gathered there. I see the three trees joined by a golden thread of energy. The gold thread intertwines with the golden roots of the vortex tree.
The bark of the vortex tree starts to churn slowly, like a tornado in slow motion, glowing white. Angels in the Vortex tree gather the energy into fruit-like orbs and harvest it all into satchels. Bark rustles and crackles with energy that rises off the golden glowing leaves to the DreamShield as a blue steam.
The stone gently returns to its normal beige tone as the day’s advance work winds down. I watch in awe as my brothers and sisters of the spirit world fade.
“See ya tomorrow, rookie, ” says David, flashing me a thumbs up as he soars off and vanishes into the sunset in a blink.
ANGEL TREAT NOT A TRICK
Exhausted, but happy, I reach home and park my bike. But I decide to walk up the tree-lined street and enjoy the last of the fading sun. I am listening on my new Ipod to THE GOOD, BAD AND THE UGLY, the album that the angels have guided me to select songs from for tomorrow’s meditation.
A gust of wind shakes the leaves overhead and I hear David say, ‘You earned this one, kid. Enjoy.”
I nearly fall to my knees as a vision appears in the canopy of leaves. But unlike the muddled way I see the future writing screenplays I am gifted with a crystal clear look into 5,000 years into the future.
It’s the year 7010, to be exact, near the end of the next Mayan cycle. The hills around LA are filled, not with the energy sucking single family homes of today, but with great villages of white, teaming communal life where even the word “poverty” is forgotten. The white villages reach high above the hills and valleys because earthquakes are in ancient history, along with hunger and abuse of the earth and our fellow creatures. LA’s architecture and society has soared to breathtaking new heights.
Every building in the valleys of LA has been leveled, replaced by vast green agricultural farms that feed the white villages of the hills. Beneath the lush valley farm land lies hidden below an industrial complex many levels deep. All the industry is powered by the sun through the roots of the crops. Anything anyone in the villages can wish for comes not from wastefully from overseas but right from the vast clean factories below.
A James Bond-like spaceport, opens in a crop circle and a spaceship rockets off for the moon, now a vacation paradise fitted with artificial gravity and an atmosphere. And at the controls of that spaceship is a greatest female aviator of all time herself… Amelia Erhart.
PS – Did I really see David Angell? I mean no disrespect for the real David or Lynn or anyone in my vision. But I did some research after all this stuff and it turns out David was a talented creator of the hit FRAISER which fits with how funny his angel was in my visions. And David was born in Rhode Island, so the east coast accent fits too. I’m just saying! Namaste, Ken Sheetz
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MT. SHASTA, MEETING THE ELDERS AND ANGELS
Next up for DreamShield, Ken Sheetz travels from LA with Sarah Larsen and others to Mt. Shasta from 11/08 to 11/13 to join Lee McCormick’s SpiritRecovery retreat. If you’d like to join our Dream Team for what promises to be an experience of a lifetime go to SpiritRecovery.com and please reserve your spot while you still can.
DreamShield will hold binary meditations on Mt. Shasta in the 11AM and and 10PM on 11/10/10 and 11/11/10 an, next in the binary sequence of dates. We will also be filming our talks with American Shaman Lee McCormick.
Writes Ken on Facebook to Lee McCormick: “I can’t wait for this trip to Mt. Shasta. Some amazing stuff will happen. The angels will attend in huge numbers! I can already see them perched along the the mountain ridges and peaks. Sunset streams through their magnificent wings in the frosty air.”
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And if you live in Germany and Greece watch for events coming soon to those important places too.
Here’s the score to our meditation if you’d like some music while you read about the angels’ amazing work.
This heavenly post is dedicated to all who lost a loved one on or as a result of 9/11.
By Ken Sheetz – I was surfing TV the other day and came across, I am sure not by accident, a treasure of classic film from the 40s, ANGELS IN THE OUTFIELD. Which I found much better than the modern version. And I was struck by how much my life these days is like the grouchy manager of the movie’s ball team whose life is magically and wonderfully turned upside down by angels.
That’s right. If I were making DreamShield as a movie, and I am a filmmaker, my line would be. “I see angels.”
Only a few short weeks ago I felt compelled to honor the vision I had in Italy on 10/10/10 (more on that to come in future blogs so subscribe). How would it ever come together without money or time I wondered for my social media company BuzzBroz, less than a year old with one full time employee, me? Mica Monet, an angel channeler, said all I had to do was start asking for help and it would come together.
Now, my idea for honoring the vision, computer nerd that I am, was to have people do 10 second meditations at their computers at 10AM and 10PM in all 24 time zones. But earthly angels from Italy, Greece, Nashville and LA staged live events ranging from 1 hour to 3 days! So now I had the added job to learn the technology to cover them non-stop for 24 hours.
Somehow everything I needed was already in place and somehow my baby operation BuzzBroz brought in just enough paying work to pull it all off. Truly, after building Oprah’s Harpo Studios and $162 million skyscrapers, I’ve never seen so much done in so little time for so little money. A week after 10/10/10 as I write, it’s almost hard to believe it really happened.
Special thanks to not one but two doctors who made LA’s 10/10/10 event a hit, Dr. Sarah Larsen (pictured right with me), who created and hosted, and Dr. Robert Cassar who donated the use of his amazing 15 acre Rancho De Las Palmas for the day. We covered the event and had live broadcasts that magically began to work, despite the fact we only had 3G Sprint coverage, as the day progressed.
Three Angels from Italy Joined by Hundreds from the City of Angels
Despite my nerdish tendencies I knew that the spiritual aspects of this day came first. And at 10AM and 10 PM I helped Dr. Sarah lead meditations to sow the seeds for a gentle 2012. That seed angelically took root and I had another vision…
As Dr. Sarah’s adorable 6 year-old daughter Jazzy’s voice led our OM chanting, where about 20 of us were seated in a center ring of chairs I’d arranged, inside of two rings chairs we set up to invite in the angels, I saw angels fill the hall. The angels, hundreds of them, put forth the hands to fill us with a blue energy. I then saw the hall ceiling opening like a crown of white twigs.
A great white tree grew rapidly in size and power in the center of our group, fed by blue energy that pulsed from the angels though us. The morning mediation powered the arches and that with all the many scared symbols, crystals embedded all over the property, fed the tree along with the healers. The great white tree pulsed with powerful luminous white energy with each OM! The white tree rocketed up and over the orange grid of LA to the edge of space.
The DreamShield was powered up.
Such great success with so little money but lots of help, and lots of work and lots of angels. Nothing this sometimes grouchy regular Joe from Chicago would have believed six months ago. We did the impossible and put on the first of many global DreamShield events! Thanks also to angel sponsors SpiritRecovery.com and PrincessKnowitAll.com, on whose wings the 10/10/10 global events were sent flying towards a gentle 2012.
Please be an angel yourself and visit DreamShield.org and donate today and help us of dispell 2012 fear through amazing events like 10/10/10, the next global events on 11/11/11 and 12/12/12 and more brought to you on the web!
DREAMSHIELD 1/11/11 BUTTERFLY MEDITATION
DreamShield 1/1/11 is above all a celebration of the guidance of the angels, blue angels to be precise. Guidance for me and other DreamShielders who get the calling to travel all 24 time zones for the important work of facilitating angelic celestial meditations to achieve our dream of a base of 5 million DreamShielders by 11/11/11. Yes, angels dream big. But with their help and yours we cannot fail.
Media, Meditations & Musings 