Category: Apocalypse

SICARIO for a Sick Society

On By Ken SheetzIn Apocalypse, Conscious Media Reviews3 Comments

I did not expect a planetary healing from such a violent film as SICARIO. Spoiler alert.  I can’t explain the impact of the film on me without giving away the best secrets of the story.  Then again, my fans know the films I review are a springboard for me to talk planetary change.

Emily Blunt is the innocent Phoenix police officer dragged into a CIA scheme to assassinate a cartel leader. A part she plays to confused brilliance that makes her one of the most believable cops characters, male or female, in film history. The CIA needs a domestic officer to expand jurisdiction into Mexico and Emily is it.

The broken town of Juarez is where action centers. Josh Brolin is the CIA’s master disruptive player. All law has broken down in Juarez as the cartels battle.  It’s a chilling look at how thin the line between anarchy and civilization truly is.

Blunt’s character is watched over by Benicio Del Toro’s dark angel. He’s a free agent, a Columbian lawyer turned assassin, out to kill the cartel leader who beheaded his wife and killed his teen daughter, boiling her alive in acid. Nothing will stop this Sicario, which means “hit man” in English, not even his affection for Blunt, who reminds him of his daughter.

The first 10 minutes of this film are very hard to get through as Blunt uncovers 20 mutilated corpses in a Phoenix bust. I’ll admit I closed my eyes to get past it.

The amazing ending, which I will not spoil for you, is just as hard to endure. Violence here is not gratuitous.  It’s a documentary to the real zombie apocalypse we face. SICARIO offers a deep look into our sick society, decaying from the inside, fueled by the greed of men that seek to send humanity into a hellish dark ages.

As the credits rolled I stood to go home after my matinée break. Then a soulful Mexican guitar solo in the credit score broke the 2 hour tension. I retook my seat and soon my ET guide Ohom asked me to meditate on making sure the world does not go the violent way of Jaurez. The meditation enemy once again, addiction.

I closed my eyes and the sweet guitar sounds swept me away. Ohom asked me to go beyond addiction to seek in my mind’s eye the root cause. I saw many of my neural pathways were badly ruptured from the nightmare of the first 20 years of my life in family as a helpless kid ruled over by a drunken father. They neurons were the red exploded remnants.  How could I still be so PST damaged on the inside after decades of many kinds of therapies I wondered?

Ohom showed me the neuron reroutes I had created to function as normally as possible. Then he and his team began helping me heal my damaged neurons and neural pathways at super speed. In less than 2 minutes 2 decades of mental and physical abuse I’d suffered as child survivor of frequent bloody fatherly beatings were healed, along with my broken my heart from when my mother did not rescue me from hell but abandoned ship. A pain far worse than the broken arm my drunken father would give me.

Again I may never know if this amazing ET shit’s real, it just works for me as gateway to higher energies and I do feel more whole. I’d not expected this kind of breakthrough this warm fall Sedona afternoon, and accepted this ET healing with tears of joy in the dark movie house.

I see now clearly the root cause of addiction is seeking to numb our pain via self-medicating with drugs, both illegal and prescription, booze and loveless sex. My addiction of choice has been my work. Getting older and not being able to work at my crazy pace, still far more than men half my age, is buying me time to smell the roses and moments like this.

As always the personal healing begets a planetary healing and I sent out the bliss of my healing across the world.

The credits ended. As I stood to go a young theater attendant asked me, “How was SICARIO?”

And I said with wry smile, “Useful.”

APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL! – PRT 3

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Mashup by Ken Sheetz from Nasa PhotosWhen last we left my super-self in deep space, it was September 22nd 2015, and 19 remaining asteroids were hurtling for earth. This despite the 9 asteroids I’d already mentally destroyed the night of the 21st in an all-niter of 9 planetary meditations back to back. The 28 original asteroids are the nasty mental product of a fear soaked imagination of rapture doom from an obscure Reverend in Puerto Rico. But because humanity’s fear had grown so high, these fantasies of asteroid doom had to nonetheless be debunked by NASA.

The nineteen remaining asteroids visualized by the believers in this Apocalyptic nuttiness of the Reverend and his followers are still enough to wipe humanity from the planet, my higher ET self Ohom tells me, because the Reverend’s fears of doom have tapped into the upcoming Super Blood moon of 9/28/15.

Destroying the first 9 meteors in meditation the night before, some birthday, proved far more challenging and exhausting than I’d imagined.  See Prt 1 &  Prt 2 before reading onward to get the whole picture of my longest meditation series of my planet saving hobby so far.

Oh, and save the straitjacket, doubters. I don’t literally believe I physically fly into space and smash asteroids with my bare hands. But I do know in my heart that on some level of reality these meditations truly do help in some small way to protect the positive side of our global consciousness. We are all Messiahs these day. No single being is coming to save us.

At the very least these planetary meditations are healing for me as an individual.  And since we’re all connected and every little bit helps. Last its way more fun to experience all these 5D visions than to watch even a great movie like THE MARTIAN for this story-teller of the light.

cropped-is-the-meditation-done-yet.jpg Yes, I’ve come to accept the power of positive vision, which me and others like me are doing every day all over the world to wipe out negative visions as old as the Mayan Calendar.  At his stage, 5 years into my awakening, I just accept and go where I am told by my higher self, Ohom, a 7 foot tall Insectoid from the world of Nektar.

Ohom’s DreamShield planetary missions he guides me to, some at very obscure and unplanned locations, have carried me all the way to Antarctica in real life on 12/12/12. These mission have led to my current home base, Sedona. Sedona is famed for its vortexes and rich soil filled with crystal and iron, which naturally boosts the power of my DreamShield Planetary meditations.

This also led to…proud plug… filming scientist Patrick in Sedona for two years now for a new DVD called THE NEUROPHONE EXPERIENCE just released on Amazon by yours truly, a modern-day Don Quixote. My Hollywood dream begun in 2003 after a highly successful real estate career goes on. Expect my long neglected Antarctica 12.12.12 meditation DVD soon. Stay tuned here and on DreamShield.org for the announcement.  And there will be a private screening party here in Sedona and/or LA.

ASTEROIDS OF FEAR

Because the 9/21 meditations went on into the wee hours of the morning of 9/22 and were exhausting as hell, I gave myself two solid days to blog about asteroid 1-9. Good thing I finished all that meditating and blog writing before my sick brother made an emotional attack on me using my mother as his pawn on the afternoon of 9/22.

Mom resisted my lost ex-convict brother’s insistence to hassle me on my birthday, the 21st. My brother was acting out as he’s in deep pain from the fact I am holding firm to my 2013 vow that he must stay sober a full year or he stays out of my life. My tough love is predicated by the doctors all warning me, after he came out of 3 week induced coma, that my out of control bro would die if he ever drank again. On my 2013 birthday my brother heard my warning and promised me he’d never drink again.  But in 2014 addiction recaptured him and my brother began drinking again in Florida in spectacular fashion and we’ve not spoken since.

So think it’s an accident that only 1/3 of the way through the series of 28 meditations my lost brother tells my mother he wants metal sculpture back he gave me for my 42nd birthday to mess with my head?  He claimed to mom the sculpture was done for his share of 1993 TV show I made called Cook & Rock and he now wanted it back. When my mom called me her voice was so filled with emotion I thought she was going to tell me my lost brother had perished of drink. The poor 87 year-old woman, who has single-handily kept my brother alive was since his spectacular 2014 fall they landed him on Florida NBC TV as a dog abuser, worried about my bitter brother’s claim he’d come to my door in Sedona with the cops if I did not send him the sculpture back.

I said as sweetly as I could, “Relax, mom. Fred’s mad at me for keeping my word he must be clean and sober or 12 months solid to reenter my life. He has no real claim on the sculpture but let him know it will be shipped out to him tomorrow.”  Mom thanked me profusely and continued to share the horror story my brother’s ruined life until I cut her short. “Mom, please. Join me in this intervention to save him. You’re only making it take longer for your son to hit bottom by enabling him.” Mom did not want to hear this about her favorite son as needing her intervention. And so, after my thanking mom for not bothering me with my brother attack on my birthday, we made our goodbyes.

ONLY 19 ASTEROIDS TO DESTROY

At the end of prt 2 of these meditations I asked for guidance on a visualization of how to rid our dream skies of the doomsayers the asteroids 19 remaining all at once. Much needed after the psychic attack I warded off of my sick brother that day. How amazing I asked spirit for guidance of a way to beat all 19 asteroids at once before all that old family broken record of addiction that robbed me of a normal childhood with aunts and uncles dying off left and right and father who became demon when he drank.

So no sooner did I close my eyes, transform into the Super hero of Superman and fly from Sedona, did I have the super solution. I rocketed for the 199 asteroids hurting for earth.  I felt the menace of these damned asteroids, brimming with humanity’s suicidal negative energy in the form of, you guessed it, addiction.

The very addiction energy killing my baby brother, only 18 months my junior.  Practically my twin.  Sober my brother is a powerful man to have in my corner. But drunk he represents all that was wrong with my drunkard father squared.  Drunk my brother becomes jealous of anyone kind to me, male or female, and resentful of any luck in life. When he’s sick with booze poisoning his mind my kid brother is capable of freaky behaviors; like popping out of manhole covers like a crazed gopher, perching on your rooftop like a demented vulture and messing with all of us in the family living normal addiction free lives, including his own son and my kids. His rage at our healthy lifestyles knows no boundaries. Mass murder seems not out of the question, which terrifies my mother.  As for me. Fear stopped motivating me to humor anyone with my awakening.

In meditation, my x-ray vision sees that all 19 of these asteroids are filled with suicidal dark addiction energy. But I bravely rocket head-on for the menacing asteroids.  This doomsday rescue is personal and this one is for my addict brother and anyone on the earth stuck in addiction.

As the deadly asteroids near I recall my screenplay ELVIS AND ARMAGEDDON, a top ten finalist in a 1998 contest. The first draft of that screenplay was “1 Through 9” and it’s about two hillbilly brothers who must come to peace with each other before they can save earth from 9 asteroids. Coincidence that I was flying for 19 asteroids in meditation, a variant of 1-9? Not for this psychic screenwriter who predicted 911 five years before it happened. I take it as confirmation to knock these fucking asteroids out all at once.

11987212_10153195773617029_7282384572388521974_nIf you follow my DreamShield planetary meditations you know many of my meditations are about ending addiction on earth.  In 2010 I drew a diagram of a circle and a triangle at its center as a way to block the black hole to lead a group meditation in Nashville. My meditations show little mercy for the dark forces. I am a spirit warrior that takes no prisoners when it comes to addiction.  I will destroy this asteroids or die in bed back in Sedona rather than fail.

Then it hits me. “It’s a trap!” A sick looking purple energy of addiction beam lashes out for me from all 19 asteroids. I dodge and dart at super speed. If even one of the beams hit me I will fall into addiction myself. But before any of the 19 beams can lock onto me, a hard thing as I am traveling 12 times the speed of light – I use my super willpower to rip a black hole in the fabric of space at the center of the train of 19 asteroids.

Instantly all 19 asteroids are sucked to the purple vortex beyond this universe. I visualize all of the addictive fear based asteroids off to a nether-dimension from which they will never return. The 19 asteroids rage with a wail impossible to describe as they vanish.

But the killer asteroids aren’t done with me yet. They reach out foe me as one telepathically and yank me for the black. If I fall in there Ohom warns me that I’ll pop out in alley in my home town of Milwaukee, a heroin addict scrounging garbage can for breakfast, my sick brother grinning over me!

The rim of the black hole rushes for me. Desperate, I smack my super hands together with a clap louder than millions of thunder bolts. A cool trick as I am in the vacuum of space where no sound can exist. The black hole slams closed just before I am sucked into my own rage at addiction. Only deep love for saving my lost brother has saved me.  Free of the black holes pull I spin out of control from the momentum and crash-land back in my bed in Sedona.  I take a few deeps breaths and fall straight to a blissful night’s sleep.

The next day, the 23rd, which “happens” to be my addict father’s birthday, I write I loving letter to my brother telling him to look upon the guitar as my gift back to him to remind himself how talented he is. I say in the letter all he needs to do is be 12 months clean and sober and I will be waiting with open arms.

At the Sedona shipping store a customer raves over the beautiful metal guitar my clean and sober brother gave me 19 years ago. I realize right as the clerk starts packing that I was down to 19 asteroids to destroy with my Super Sheetz meditations before my brother asked for this art he created 19 years ago from love when the friendly customer asks me, “What’s the story is behind this amazing sculpture?

I simply smile sadly and say, “Long story.  Just returning it to the artist who loaned it to me for 19 years. He needs it back to get his life together.”

So here it is Sunday October 4th, 2015.  And we all still here on our troubled little blue ball. Earth saved.

Thanks, Ohom and Dreamshield and thanks to my brother, for whose recovery I meditate often, for inspiring the exciting conclusion to APOCALYPSE NOT. Get well, bro.

Ken Sheetz is a film maker and social media expert whose life has not been the same since his 2010 awakening in Italy. If you enjoy his meditation stories, packed with more excitement than most Hollywood films, and want make a contribution via Ken’s PayPal account it’s BuzzBroz@yahoo.com.

APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL! – PRT 2

On By Ken SheetzIn Apocalypse2 Comments

Going to be interesting to see how well I do in my Pilates class today after back to back nights of lucid dream meditation for my birthday.

Angels Planetary Soft FINALRead APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL – PRT 1 for the background on my lucid dreaming super powered meditation technique I’ve honed over the past 5 years as a hobby to save the world from our own negative intentions, fed by a sick mass media that sucks on our fear like an electronic vampire.

And this time a prediction from a Doomsayers led by Rev. Efraid Rodriguez that up to a series of 28 asteroids will pulverize the earth, starting on my birthday and lasting a week, has my spirit dander up.

No the world will not end on my birthday. This time my planetary meditations are personal.

ASTEROIDS  22 -20 – 11 PM to 12 AM

It’s the evening of my birthday, 9/21/15. I spent the day in solitude, having called a friend too late to have dinner with me. I blogged 12 hours straight about my work to wipe out the Rodriguez asteroids before they could wipe us out.

Last night’s meditations took out 6 asteroids. Leaving 22 to go. I begin the meditation, connecting my chakaras to the stars and earth core energy and take on the powers of my childhood hero, Superman. I bound for the stars from my bedside, willing myself to reach the 22 asteroids, rocketing their way to earth.

Soon I am face to face with mammoth asteroid 22. I keep a respectful distance. These asteroids, which are astral plane manifestations of humanity’s own fear and negativity, are becoming more and more difficult as the negativity becomes more focused when the number of asteroids reduces.

I am stunned asteroid 22 looks so gray and perfectly smooth. Just as I notice the formation a large elliptical indentation on its face, a death ray lashes out at me. Without conscious thought, I raise a force field. The death ray deflects into space harmlessly in spectacular shower of sparks.  I change my force field’s shape to a mirror image asteroid 22’s ellipse and hurtle the death ray back at the asteroid.

KABOOM!  Asteroid 22 explodes into harmless rubble that will burn up safely in earth’s atmosphere. I check with my microscopic vision to make sure this was not a clever with to send a plague to earth on the dust.  All clear.

As I turn to face asteroid 21, rock jaws swallow me whole. I am in the belly of the asteroid 21. Engulfed in negative energy. I begin to see images of my father beating me on my 13th birthday.  I feel the pain in my chest of how my abusive dad used to lay on top on me as little kid; until I would nearly pass out my lungs were so crushed.  I shake it off.  I am an adult now.  Dad’s been dead 4 years. His spirit and mine have come to peace. These are old negative memories this asteroid is using to imprison me until it can strike the earth. I shake it off, my rough past no longer exists.

Luckily, I remember, in this super state, I don’t need to breathe. I can hold my breath effortless for hours on what’s in my lungs. I calm and decide I have so much air to spare I will use it to destroy the asteroid from within. I exhale a mighty breath. Here, in the vacuum of space, Asteroid 21 trembles as it’s center fills with my expanding super air. Cracks emerge across asteroid 20’s ragged surface. BOOM!  Asteroid 21 is dust. I scan the dust cloud for plague, taking no chances

I no sooner do I finish my scan of asteroid 21 than I am engulfed in asteroid 20. It’s made of sickly looking goo! I am lucky my force field acts automatically and forms into a tight protective sphere about me. I scan the goo with my microscopic vision and find all manner plague surrounds me. I realize my fear of the asteroids plague has manifested this monstrosity! If even one drop of this gooey asteroid reaches earth it’s all over.

My force field grows ever tighter about me, restricting my arms. I try to fly out of here but the gooey plague filled asteroid just moves with me. Then I have an idea.  I am invulnerable to fire.  If if keep flying I can pilot asteroid 20 into sun from within! The asteroid desperately crushes my force field tighter as I hurtle for the sun, asteroid 19 and all. The human part of my mind looks in fear as the sun, 109 times larger than earth, looms. Will super me be able to survive 10,000 degrees of the sun’s super heat? Is this like the Matrix I wonder, where if you die in lucid dream you die in real life? Will I die alone on my birthday in my bed back in Sedona of a stroke? Am I wearing clean underwear?

Then I catch myself. The plague the gooey germ soaked asteroid 20 also carries the germ of despair destroying our world. I increase my flight to 5 times the speed of light and dive into the center of sun. The sound of lethal plague burning up sends out shrieks that would put any horror film to shame. I cover my ears it’s so stressful to hear those banshee screams. But soon the plague filled asteroid 20 burns away and I hear the voice of Gaia,”Father sun loves you champion of earth. Rest awhile, Ken, bask and tan in Sol’s power. Recharge yourself, spirit warrior and carry the dream of solar-powered sustainable world back home to your people!”

Gaia’s beautiful voice and the glare of the inner sun fades. I am back in Sedona. Mortal again. I look at nightstand clock that reads 12 AM.  Only an hour has passed. My birthday is over.

I set an intention before drifting off to normal sleep, if there ever has been such a thing for me.  “Find me a way to defeat all 19 remaining asteroids all at one time before morning, please.”

To be continued….