First Vision in Italy May 2010 of a Gentle 2012

“Ego has a voracious appetite, the more you feed it, the hungrier it gets,” – Nathaniel Bronner Jr.

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Santa Maria Del Sole, Former Monestary turned spritual retreat and yoga center where the vision for a gentle 2012 began

May 5, 2010.  I lay on the yoga mat in Santa Maria Del Sole’ resort’s hall in Italy, emotionally raw and blissfully exhausted from five consecutive 12 hour work days, participating as both a student and as a filmmaker, covering social media for a group workshop called SoulDrama.  I lay wondering what the hell I was doing here.  After all, I’d not wanted to come to Italy for all the memories it brought back to me of the heartless fool I used to be 20 years ago.

I closed my eyes and flashed back to the last time I was in Italy in 1990.  I was as a millionaire real estate developer.  One who was building Oprah’s Harpo Studios and $162 million skyscraper at the same time.  I came to Italy those 20 years ago to pick out marble from the same Carrera quarry that Michelangelo had selected stone for his David statue.

On the long flight from Chicago I read a book my wife gave me called THE HERO WITH THOUSAND FACES.  By the time my plane touched down in Rome my faith in the Catholic church would never be the same.

I’d like to say I was open and awake to all faiths, but Campbell’s book had the opposite effect on me back in 1990.  I instead chose to believe his marvelous book was proof that all religions were no more than myths.

Why this dark interpretation of Campbell’s great book?  Simple.  Ego.  My fragile yet mammoth ego, a compensation for growing up in house filled with chaos and abuse, chose to believe that nothing higher than humanity, and therefore amazing me, existed in the universe.

Feeding my fat ego on a steady diet of fawning Italian marble vendors making a muli-million dollar sale, catered to with lavish hotels and the very best restaurants of the Italian Riviera, I decided when I returned to Chicago I would announce my plans for a divorce.

And why not?  I knew now there was no hell for having a divorce.  I was free and felt I deserved better for myself than my simple wife who had been my college sweetheart. The kids would get to visit me and they’d be better off than listening to all the fights that were a constant in my rage to be treated like a giant at home the way I was getting treated at work.

Why could my wife not see I was no longer the starving artist she married?!  The nerve of this woman not seeing my greatness!  Yeah, you’d have hated me then.

Little did I realize that I was on my way to losing everything.  A humbling fall of epic proportions that would take me to the brink.  But that’s another story.  The one that got me to Italy again in spring of 2010 via The Cool Change Foundation, a charity run by Bradley Quick who I proudly donate social media for one day a week to help people battle back from addiction.  Let’s save that great story for later.

As sad lessons of my heartless ego driven past flashed before my closed eyes in the yoga hall, I decided to change the channel in my head.  I started to gripe to myself about 3 students who were always late to anything I had been filming all week.  I somehow felt that having the group pf 20 complete might spiritually help me undo something I had done before I’d left LA.  Namely, promoting a video that might spread mass hysteria about catastrophic events ET guru Sheldon Nidle felt were coming in November of 2010, only months away.

Filippo Voltaggio and Sheldon Nidle Speak April 2010 of Earth's Demise Coming in November 2010 on LIFE CHANGES WITH FILIPPO

No sooner did the dark thought pass over my mind like a rain cloud than 3 angels appeared in the yoga hall.  These were not ordinary angels.  They were well over 7 feet tall. Blue ET angels who wore blue garbs that complimented their beautiful blue skin that glistened with dazzling crystals in sacred geometrical patterns.

As Gulia, the healer of Santa Maria Del Sole, who was conducting the group healing in the 300 year old stable turned yoga hall chanted over us, the blue angels took up position in the empty yoga mats.

One angel lay down on the empty mat to my right.  As I tentatively touched its gown the angel smiled at me reassuringly.

Blue energy flowed from the angels that flowed through and around the joined group.  The coarse yellow brick ceiling of the yoga hall transformed to pure solid gold. Gold that rippled and cracked with energy like a giant super conductor.  The blue angel energy kept me calm as the floor turned to glass.  I saw below us a multi-dimensional mirror image of the yoga hall that was not quite like our reality.

Before I could think about all that was happening, the ends of the yoga hall blasted off.  Energy bands raced around the north and south poles, uniting after circling the globe here again in the yoga hall.  Now the east and west ends of the yoga hall blasted east and west around the planet.  Earth was surrounded by two bright and beautiful white energy bands. A giant cross I would eventually figure out.

Gulia’s chants ended.  Chants I learned some months later that were ancient Hebrew and secret.

The vision of the angels slowly faded.  The group stirred from the meditation.  Healers healing themselves, the group of twenty were from all across the world, Brazil, Greece, Holland and the US.  I felt honored to work and film with them all week. It was the spiritual education of lifetime in a single week, and now this epic vision.

As SoulDrama Italy drew to an end I spoke to others in the group about my vision of blue ET angels and the energy bands.  No one had seen what I saw.  Some had simply fallen asleep.  An excited fellow student asked me what I thought the vision meant and I said, “Getting the word out about Gulia’s gifts via social media I guess.”

When I went to Connie Miller, founder of SoulDrama, to talk to her about my startling vision of angels sending energy bands across the earth, she was preoccupied with an upcoming class in Greece.  A class that was falling apart along with the crumbling Greek economic disaster.  I was on my own and full of fear that I was losing my mind.

The last night of the trip the Santa Maria Del Sole staff moved me to a neighboring resort for the night.  Dazed and confused by the vision of blue angels protecting the earth I left the yoga resort without speaking to Gulia of my vision.

That night at the little alternate resort I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.  Hours passed in the quiet Italian countryside as I dreamed ordinary dreams when a loud echoing voice, like out of a badly made Bible movie, woke me from my slumber…

“What happened at Santa Maria Del Sole was far more than a mission of social media, Ken.” the disembodied voice echoed.

“Huh?” I mumbled into my pillow.

“The energy bands you saw circling the earth are holding the tectonic plates together.  On 10.10.10 you must gather people together to strengthen the energy bands.”

“10.10.10?  First visions and now voices?” I sobbed into my pillow, surprised I was crying like a kid.

I sat up in bed, heart pounding.  Knowing I’d not get back to sleep, I paced about grounds of the quaint resort.  A rooster crowed at the rising sun.  I needed to talk to Gulia and try to get a handle on all the crazy stuff happening to me and so I called the resort.  Thankfully they sent a car to bring me back for breakfast and a chat with the great healer of Santa Maria Del Sole.

I fully explained the vision and the audio message to Gulia and resort owner and Italian rock star Salvatore, who acted as interpreter between Gulia and me.  As you can see, once the interview part of the video starts, Salvatore was a tad uncomfortable about the vision while Gulia was elated.

As I was getting in the car for the airport Gulia ran up and  said in broken English, “Call when you get the after-visions!”

“After-visions?” I said in horror.

Gulia simply waved goodbye and shouted, “Ciao!” with a little smile as our car sped off.

And two nights later in my humble twin bed back in LA at The Cool Change Foundation the after vision came to me in a waking dream.  The energy bands began to spin at such incredible speed they became a shield around the earth.  What I would come to call the DreamShield, not realizing this was also a native American artifact like the more well know dream catcher.

That’s how all this got started.  It really began in 1990 when I had to lose my old faith in order to gain a new one for 2012.

Did I really witness ET angels saving the world from Sheldon Nidle’s vision of destruction come November 2010 in Italy on May 5, 2010 or was it all my overactive imagination?  Well, Earth is still here on this lovely April 9, 2011 as I write on a chilly Saturday by LA standards and humanity is racing onwards and upwards to a gentle 2012 aren’t we?  That’s enough for me.

Hey, I can’t make the trip this year to Italy but it looks like but you still can.  Tell Connie Ken Sheetz of DreamShield sent you and report back if you see any angels there like I did.  Info on 2011’s April 30 to May 7th SoulDrama Italy here.

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2012 is Not Y2K

Computers are useless, they can only give you answers. -Pablo Picasso

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Many times I hear, “2012 is is going to be just like Y2K. Much ado about nothing.”  But 2012 is nothing like 2000.  2000 is an arbitrary date on the calendar. One that created some headaches for the computer world, and thereby a cottage industry for computer jocks.

2012 is the end of the 3,125 year old Mayan calendar. A calendar Hollywood has taken out of context to mean the end of the world.  The Mayans are not happy about this, as you can see in this text video. Rather, the elder Maya believe this is not the end of the world, but the end of the world as we know it.

My world has certainly ended already as I knew it with DreamShield and its mission of quelling 2012 fear.  For a change I am doing something that has no economic goal but a societal one to better the planet.  Gone is the greed in my heart.  I know a peace and serenity that has eluded me my entire 58 years on this world.  I am not writing stories with my brain but rather living them with my heart.

And I am having fun!  Meet a new animated mascot for DreamShield.  Wind: Rainbow Warrior for a Gentle 2012

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Road Work Ahead: Solving the Merlin Code

“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Mt Shasta lay under heavy cloud cover and a blanket of fresh snow for our entire visit.  The reason many UFO experts at Mt. Shasta had speculated, if speculated is the word as these light workers show no doubt when they speak of UFOs, was to hide the many spaceships that were convening for earth’s formal admittance as a  protected species of galactic society.

So on the way home that December 23, 2010 it came as no surprise to all in our minivan of light workers that the Winter Solstice moon appeared soon as we were a few miles out of town.  How happy were we?  Looney happy.  Take a look and listen.

Part of all this joy was we had not not slept in back to back meditations at Mt. Shasta that had an all night driving session in a blizzard as its prelude.  The joy of it all kept me from feeling exhausted, that and lots of Red Bull.  Yeah, we were looney for good reason.

As we got back on 1-5 and everyone fell asleep for the all night drive home, I had some time to reflect on one of my dreams while staying at the Dream Inn BLOG POST HERE. In the dream I am Ohom a 7 foot tall blue angel.  I fly in for landing before the Galactic Council beneath Mt. Shasta.  I plead the case to remove the MERLIN code on earth.  Yes, Merlin was not a person but a brain scrambling program that I, the Ohom me, had designed.

M.E.R.L.I.N.: MIND -ERASING -RANDOMIZER – LINEAR – INFINITE – NULLIFIER

Yes, I was the laughing stock at the Galactic council because I in fact had created the Merlin code and then forgot that I forgot.  All this before I created MERLIN and all the other earth blocking chakrah’s myself in another incarnation, an alien one.

MERLIN was the key, if that could be unlocked then the rest of earth’s chakrah’s would follow and humanity would progress to a gentle 2o12.

Random stations began to pop on and off and snapped me out of my dream memories.  Sarah Larsen woken to the odd radio mix.

“Sorry, want me to turn off the radio so you can sleep?” I asked sleepy eyed Sarah.

“No.  I think it’s a UFO message!” said Sarah, now wide awake with excitement.

“Message?”

“From the ETs?” said Sarah.

“More like a broken radio,” I grumped as I downed some Red Bull.

“No look at the radio control.  They’re codes,” she said pointing at the radio.

“Hmm.  I was just thinking about how we need to crack that Merlin Code dream I told you about when the radio went nuts.  This is your family minivan.  Has this ever happened before?”

“No!  I need a pencil!  Some paper!” said Sarah digging through her big purse.

Now, something like the Merlin Code is cool, but what I find even more amazing is how women can dig in their big purses and find things.  Sure enough Sarah found something to write with and began copying down the codes on the radio.

“What was the first word of the Merlin code?” said Sarah as the radio played bits and pieces of various songs that were making sentences.

“Wow.  I’ve had too much Red Bull.  These songs seem to be making a pattern.”

“The first word?!” Sarah shouted in her excitement.

“Mind. ” I yawned.

“Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” Sarah worried.

“Red Bull’s kicking in.  Wow, if I were alone I’d think this radio thing was a too much sugar and lack of sleep hallucination.”

Numeric and letter codes flashed across the radio dial.  Songs from retro 50s to dance electronica popped up in random order with that made so much sense in the context of this work that I laughed.  One string of songs sang in code,”Love/forgotten/hidden stars/human races/I am a butterfly.

“M-I-N-D… ” Said Sarah counting the numeric codes.

“What are you doing? Matching up the codes to the alphabet.”

Dr. Sarah worked on the codes for the next half hour, carefully matching and mixing words and letter.

“Got it, the first unlocking “spell” spells ‘MEMORY'”.

“Makes crazy sense.”  I said shaking my head in disbelief.  ERASING is next.”

Another hour of codes on the radio and frantic writing Sarah had the counter code and giggled, “E-N-E-R-G-Y!”

“Wish I had more, ” I said tugging back on more Red Bull.  I was wishing we had some budget to stay an extra night at Shasta rather than this crazy all night drive.

The next one, the scary one that came up the Merlin Code sequence was RANDOMIZER.  The time Randomizer was the tricky one that my dream Ohom self had used to make it humanly impossible to solve Merlin without help when the for gentle 2012 had arrived.  Help like the code that was coming in on Sarah’s minivan radio.

I explained to Sara, “The RANDOMIZER keeps humanity from uniting as each day at sunrise before we wake when it scramble time and people like eggs.  One day you go to sleep as Bob in 1952 and next day you wake up as Marsha in 1602.  That’s messed up.  Nice work, Ohom.  My other self was one clever bastard.  Billions upon billion of split time lines converging and emerging to scatter humanity.”

“Yes, ” Sarah said, “There have been countless time loops leading to this moment.  But always when we would get close to solving the Merlin code the RANDOMIZER would scatter our light worker teams and we start over, go to before 2012 to try to get it right.”

I decided to swallow my disbelief in UFOs and help the doctor by sharing this crazy story of the Randomizer.  “Sarah, if we don’t solve the Merlin code by sunrise we are going to forget everything and be Randomized again.”

“Let’s keep working!”

Two hours later of the UFO broadcast of symbols and songs Sarah had another the RANDOMIZER code breaker. “Reality!” Sarah shouted lous enough I shushed her for the sake of the sleeping Dream team in back.

“I’m getting we need to recite these words to break the code a sacred spot once we have them all.  But where?”

It will come to us.  Let’s keep working.  What’s the next word of the Merlin Code?”

“Linear”

“Well, this one’s easy my heart says it’s LOVE.

“Too easy?” I worried she had used the same method to solve the code as the other words.

“Love is easy.” Sarah giggled,

“Never has been for me.”

“All the more reason I know LOVE is right.”

INFINITE was next and it took a couple of hours that seemed infinite as my Red Bull was wearing off and this was all starting to feel like a silly kids game to my inner cynic that believes none of this.  My ego was taking over, as Laura De Leon of Mystic Muse keeps telling me.  The ego fights for its story of a conventional world versus the world of the unseen.  How I wished Laura was with us now to work this out.  But she had passed on the trip as she was not feeling up to the outdoors of winter at Mt. Shasta.

“IMAGINE!”  squealed Sarah like a kid holding up her scribblings from the radio codes.  A psychic and 3rd generation palm reader Sarah was full of boundless energy for this sort of work.

“I’m amazed I’m not sleepy.” we crested the road down to the Simi Valley into LA and the lights of the city sparkled beneath a sky beginning to brighten for day.  Time was running out to solve the code.  “Last word is NULLIFIER.”

“Normalize, ” said the doctor as we made our way through the city to drop off our first passenger in Passendena.

“The Rose Bowl.  I think that’s where we do the mediation to unlock the code.”  I said.

“Why there?  I thought the beach in Santa Monica would be nice.” Said Sarah, finally yawning now that the codes had been broken.

“Because that’s where the guy who hitched a ride back to LA is from Passadena and we’d never make it to Santa Monica before the suns comes up and we Randomize,” saying secretly to myself that if all this UFO radio stuff was in our heads at least Id be home sooner.  Bonus.

At that moment, as if to give me faith, the radio stopped surfing and settled into one station.

The other passengers woke as they sensed we were nearly home.   Sarah turned to explain about the crazy radio stuff and said, “We broke the code the unlock the mind chakrah. Is everyone OK with a side trip to the Rose Bowl for a DreamShield meditation?”

The young guy who had hitched a ride from Mt. Shasta, Da, wanted to be dropped off.  Sarah smiled at me because I was right that with him as the first drop off we’d never make it to the ocean before sunrise and we be randomized.

As we dropped the bedazzled Da off I got out of the van to take a whiz in the alley.  I picked an out of the way spot from the passengers and did my business.  I looked up as I zipped up into the eyes of Jesus in a crown of thorns, drawn in pencil on the whitewashed fence.

As I hopped back behind the wheel I saw Mica had gone back to sleep.

We hit the main drag of Passadena looking for sign to the Rise Bowl. That should be easy right?  Wrong.  So borrowing someone’s Iphone  Sarah pulled up a Google Map.  We were heading in the complete wrong direction and the sky was brightening.

Fatima, who was now wide awake in the far backseat, said we might only have about 10 minutes left to sunrise as I spun the minivan around.  I didn’t fully believe in all this stuff but like always I had a “Why take chances?” attitude.  I was determined to break this code I’d dreamed I had created in another incarnation.  Was I racing the clock to beat my own past incarnations RANDOMIZER program, or high on too many Red Bulls, I wondered.

Finally after getting lost one more time, which seemed like the work of a spell but could just as well have been exhaustion we arrived at the Rose Bowl.  We walked onto the grounds, in preparation for the Rose Bowl parade and did our meditation.  Sarah read the unraveling of the MERLIN code.

And as we left I could see angels inside the Rose Bowl cheering our success.  Every bit of science fiction writing or reading I’ve ever done pales by comparison to this strange other worldly/real-life adventure in which I am a skeptical player.

Time has actually felt more linear to me since we did this work, the first time we as a race go to bed in one life and awake in the same time line.  I am constantly amazed by this project’s beauty and the fact we are not the only people doing this work. There are hundreds if not thousands of light workers involved.  Whether this is real or a product of our imaginations it sure is fun and exciting.  And that’s going to raise our world’s vibration.  Ripples of a new future for humanity are spreading one person at a time.

Mother earth is alive and getting healthier every day as we race for a gentle 2012.

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Solstice Salad

“Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.” – Jerry in SEINFELD “The Baby Shower”

DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz

Is Ken Sheertz the Larry David of Light Workers?

It was December 23, 2010.  I had just finished my second trip to Mt. Shasta.  Mica and Marta was sound asleep in the back of Sarah Larsen’s family minivan.

While Sarah napped too, I had the chance to listen to the radio and reflect on the amazing meditation Joy Phoenix had led in the pyramid at Mt. Shasta.  With only 5 minutes notice Joy had given such a lovely ceremony that I realized my policy of letting the pros lead these meditations while I record them in film and text is one the smartest things I do in DreamShield. See the full story here.

As highway 5 rose up before me I thought about the gas station in the heart of Mt. Shasta that had been converted into a spiritual crystal spot for people to fill their souls rather than cars.

A few hours earlier we had all howled at the full moon in victory.  A foot of snow in a driving blizzard had not stopped us.  The mission was success to meditate on healing the ozone layer had been a success.

So how had this dream mission turned into a CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM episode with me as Larry David?

SOLSTICE SALAD

Fresh from success in the pyramid, a 24 foot by 24 foot replica made of plywood for the many spiritual projects of Mt. Shasta, I decided to grab a celebration dinner before we headed back to LA.  My choice, because DreamShield had begun in Italy last year in May, was a little Italian restaurant on the quaint main street of Mt. Shasta.

An older woman, not part of our LA group, a Shasta local light worker, joined us.  Let’s call her Marge so as to spare her any embarrassment and me any lawsuits.

Our group had grown to about eight people as we took our table in the Italian place.  It looked more like a family fast-food joint than the fine Italian spot I’d hoped it would be.  Marge the local light worker took up a seat at the head of the table and began to look over the menu.

“I’m vegan.  Haven’t been to a restaurant in 20 years.  I bet they don’t have anything I can eat.”  Marge said as though it were somehow my fault.

I nodded with a smile, wondering why Marge came along with us in the first place if she hated restaurant food.  As I looked over the menu I noticed in the light now that Marge had on unusual makeup.  “Is that silver dust on Marge’s face?” I wondered to myself.

Sarah Larsen got a phone call.  She headed for the door, asking me to order pasta for her.

“Wait!  I see what I want!  Minestrone soup!  I think I can eat that!” Marge cheered, as no one at the table seemed to care.

“Great.  Here comes the waitress.” I said.

The waitress was about 25 but she had a world weariness of a woman of 40.  “Can I get you guys some water?”

“I brought my own!” said Marge pulling an alien looking bottle from her metallic large purse.

I caught the waitress roll her eyes to the hostess as if to say, “Spiritual nut jobs.  Thanks for giving me this table.”

Trying to get this moving before Marge started pulling out a vegan meal from her cave of a purse I ordered, “I’ll have the All You Can Eat salad.”

“I have to warn you, sir, you can’t share the All You Can Eat Salad with your friends,” the waitress proclaimed loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.

“Got it.  I’d like Italian dressing on the salad, please.”

“I mean it, sir.  The All You Can Eat Salad is for one person only.”

“Roger that.  Italian dressing,” I said, wondering why the waitress was still not writing down my order.

Mica Monet, one of my LA group, chimed in before I could ask why my order was not getting taken.  “Does egg plant pasta does that come with a salad?”

“Yes,” the waitress shuffled and looked down at her feet, “But again, you can’t share salad with the table.”

“Why not?” I said.  “It’s not a All You Can Eat Salad.  She buys it and shares it, your restaurant losing nothing.”

“Makes it hard for us to make sure you guys are not sharing salad if she does that,” the waitress said as though that made sense.

“You know, miss, I think we get the “no sharing the salad idea here. We’re all grown-ups and you have our word: No salad sharing.”

“Does the minestrone come with a salad?” said Marge, derailing my chance to get my salad order in.

“It’s soup not a salad, ma’am.” said the waitress like she was talking to a crazy person.

“Probably not organic anyways.” giggled Marge coyly.

“Who’s next?” said the waitress, oblivious Marge’s light worker joke or effort to be salad pals.

“Did you get my All You Eat Salad order, miss?” I asked

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because the manager will fire me if you share the All You Can Eat Salad!” the waitress said, pleading as though her kid’s future might depend on hang in the balance.

“Sounds like a swell guy you work for.  But you’ve clearly explained the rules and we’ve agreed to them.  Please take my order.” I said, not believing this dinner had erupted into a Larry David comedy.

While I felt sorry for this poor confused waitress I was deeply insulted at the shabby treatment me and my bunch was getting.  So I closed my menu and said, “OK, we’re going to make the salad thing easy for you.  We’re leaving.”

“Thank you!” the waitress said without a hint of sarcasm. She was thrilled we were leaving.

“But I was really looking forward to the minestrone.” said Marge, almost in tears.

“Marge, you’re free, along with anyone else, to stay here.  Me, I’m going across the street to the Thai place where I’ve been treated with some decent respect.”

I got up and everyone from the group followed me out the door except Marge.  Marge gave the minestrone on the menu one last longing look and, with a deep sigh, followed us out the door into the snow.  When she looked across the street Marge’s sad face lit up like a Xmas tree.

“Ha ha! You fucked yourself!” Marge shouted jumping up and down and pointing at the dark Thai restaurant across the street. “It’s closed!  Ha!  You fucked yourself!”

Now I’d only been doing this spiritual stuff about 6 months at this time.  That was going from a cold stop as a corporate businessman who built skyscrapers, world headquarters for giants like Target Stores and Hyatt Hotels, to running ozone healing meditations in a pyramid at the base of Mt. Shasta.  And in that short time I’d come to love the peaceful light workers I’d met so far.  Hearing I’d “Fucked myself” from a light worker was giving me indigestion and I’d not even eaten yet.

Rather than sink to Marge’s level I walked across the street, hoping to give myself time to cool off.  “Be right back.  Maybe the owner is still there.” I said over the howling SOLO taunting laughter of Marge.

I slipped a bit in the snow as I crossed the street, gaining a cackle from Marge that sounded more witch-like than light worker.   I peered in the window hopping for the owners who I’d me the night before to still be stacking chairs.  But no dice.  The Thai place was abandoned.

“Ha!  See?  Fucked!” shouted Marge from across the street.  The other people from my group distanced themselves from Marge, who it seemed had taken it personally that I had spoiled her first minestrone in 20 years and was bent on a mission to get me riled up.

Happy the group was uncomfortable with the silver faced Marge’s outburst gave me confidence I could keep my cool and I made my way back to my gang.

“OK. I’m going to the Black Bear diner.  Anyone is welcome to join me… long as they don’t have a salad.”

The group all cracked up, except for Marge who said, “Do they have minestrone on the menu at the Black Bear?”

“I don’t know, Marge.  But you are welcome to join us and see” I added without any sarcasm.

“I think I’d rather you took me back to my car.  Don’t want to risk them not having minestrone,” said Marge.

And so before we went to the Black Bear, a place that’s treated me well, we drove Marge back to her car and she said not another word except “Bye”.

Sarah Larsen, who we picked up along the way, still on her cell phone asked, “What was Marge upset about?”

“Minestrone.” I said and everyone burst into laughter at Sarah’s confused look.

Later in Nashville at Spirit Recovery ranch for the big global addiction mediation, when I’d spend more time with another Sarah — a lot of Sarahs show up in the light work — from Mt. Shasta, I’d learn that “Marge”, a local, had been critical of me walking out of the Solstice Salad restaurant.  It was a good lesson for me that even light workers from Mt. Shasta are still only human.

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DreamShield’s Oneness Dance Celebration

“Unity to be real must stand the severest strain without breaking.” – Mahatma Gandhi

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Bob and Laura

I was back a week in Hollywood from Nashville, Wisconsin, Florida, Nassau and the Bermuda Triangle from 7 back to back planetary meditations from such amazing stuff as closing the damaged Merkabah in the Bermuda Triangle, reducing hurricanes, curing earth of addictions, making a backup copy for all the love of the earth and more.

Exciting and uplifting as it all was, promoting, filming, conductimng the meditations and distributing it all on the web in the various outlets I’d created for the work to achieve DreamShield’s heavenly task to help 1 billion people to meditate as one to shift us in to a new golden age, I was exhausted.

Despite my exhaustion I was getting “angel” messages that a 3.11.11 meditation was a critical mediation date and that we should dance.

Laura De Leon, who blessedly for me and the planet gives the DreamShield project so much of her great spiritual experience and talent, was busy helping her husband take her mother-in-law through hospice. So I was minus her usual contributions.

Bella

On top of that I was then busy helping Laura get back and forth to Bob at the nursing home and doing some simple chores at their lovely home near Universal Studios.  So I was minus me.  It was the first time in my life I’ve humbled myself to simply be of service to friends in need.  I especially enjoyed caring for the Jenkis family’s little dog Bella.  Laura had done so much helping me with the complex grief of losing my father it was the least I could do.

When I walked into the nursing home, dropping Laura off to Bob and his sweet mother, who was a little nearer to death each tender day, I passed old folks.  I’m in my 50s but as the old eyes raised to look at me from their wheel chairs I felt like a kid.  The angels had gifted me by taking away my old fear I had of dying in one of these places one day myself.  You see, I’d been an orderly in a nursing home in college and feared the homes ever since.

But stiill all this helping of the Jenkis family and 25 back to back meditations since 10.10.10 was burning the candle on both ends and 12.12.12 was still a long way off.

After taking the wonderful light worker, holistic doctor and palmist Sarah Larsen away from her family for a week in Nashville at Lee McCormick’s Spirit Recovery Ranch and Mt. Shasta I did not feel I could ask her to step up.  Mica Monet had also just hosted a Valentine’s mediation.

ONENESS CANNOT BE STOPPED

Kara Mooney and Ramon Govea

On 2.25.11 I was was still getting those pesky angel signals, just two weeks before 3.11.11, so I sent out a request for help to the amazing and growing DreamShield Facebook group, along with emails to a few key team members who I thought might be fresh.

Ramon Govea, a young multi-talented Hollywood friend who has been at my side since DreamShield began was in touch immediately and volunteered to host 3.11.11. His co-host would be Kara Mooney who I had recently learned was interested in DreamShield from on Facebook.

The angels had told me they wanted us to dance on 3.1.11.  As usual they loved to surprise me and we only had a little over two weeks to pull major event together.

As 3.11.11 neared I felt I was working in my sleep.  So imagine how pleased that Kalix Sky our DJ that Kara and Ramon had hired for the event was helping us draw a crowd.  Kalix was just what we needed.  Laura and Sarah each let me blast out invites to their facebook friends on their behalf and soon we had about 100 people coming.

Laura and Bob’s mom passed 3 days before the event.  I’d prepared Ramon and Kara for the fact Laura might miss the event. But Laura cares so much for the work that she still performed that night and performed beautifully.

Ramon gave a great and personable presentation on 2012 along with Kara who in turn performed a lovely meditati0n on forgiveness.

Here’s how it all turned out.  And as you see at the end of the video the angels did give me a vision, the stinkers.  I stood upon the dance floor at 11:11 a recited what I was seeing to some awesome music Kalix had whipped up for us.  I saw the angels fly from the dance hall, their feathers brushing the guest as they took off flying right through the skyscrapers of downtown LA. And I channeled a message from the archangel Michael who surprised me when he ended my vision with a personal message to the crowd:

“Dance your asses off!” – Archangel Michael

AFTER VISIONS WHILE DOG WALKING

Angelic DJ Kalix Sky

Next day as I walked Bella one last time an eyes open after vision began.  I sometimes get my best visions when my mind is distracted by the mundane like shaving.  Now dog walking can be added to the list of vision points.  I stopped in my tracks in wonder, Bella tugging at the leash.

I was back on 3.11.11.  I saw archangel Michael fly off from our our dance hall with impossible speed and grace that would make Superman envious. The angels followed Michael to various junction points on the crystaline grid, a grid for 2012’s work the ascended masters had built eons ago to assure our successful transition.  Using the energy from our fantastic human dancers at the Oneness event Michael and his legion of angels strengthened the grid 11 times 11 over.

Next, flying in formation, Micheal led the angels to spin the energy bands that power the DreamShield, refreshing the shield and hopefully me and the rest of our global dream team of cutting edge light workers!

The work for a gentle 2012 was flying along and getting cooler and more fun all the time.

Dance with the angels of DreamShield!

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Backup-Drive for Earth’s Love

‘The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.” – Kahlil Gibran

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Dr. Sarah Larsen in Nashville on Valentine's Day

The day before Valentine’s Day Dr. Sarah Larsen was homesick for her kids and husband back in LA.  And who could blame her?  Since her amazing 10.10.10 LA event she had been on the road for DreamShield almost more than she had been home.

The angels had demanded much of her and she’d gladly answered the call.  Her love and wisdom have benefited this grouchy reluctant light worker greatly, and though her patience with me for all the times of wanted to quit had dimmed a bit, it still shone brightly in her imploring eyes.

So I checked with the airline to see if we could cut our trip a few days short and get Sarah home in time for Valentine’s Day.  Alas for the homesick doctor, airfares were to costly to make the change.   In better times I would have rewarded such a tireless worker with tickets but spirit work does not pay much in earthly terms and so the doctor would have to spend Valentine’s in Nashville.  Sarah made the best of it getting in touch with old friends while I caught up on my blogging about the trip.

On the eve before Valentine’s Day as I lay down on Rachel and Robert’s day bed I thought about an article I’d read on the plane from LA about the pole shift in Mayan predictions about 2012.  Some of these so-called experts on the human mind and 2012 speculate humanity will lose its entire memory due to this fact our thoughts are stored as electromagnetic energy.

I thought about Sarah losing memory of the love of her husband Greg and her kids Tye-Tye and Jamsine and of me and my family and friends in such a drastic pole shift.  Yep.  It was another one of those negative visualization fear things, the ungentle 2012 stuff we undo in DreamShield.

So despite my total exhaustion from the Medicine Wheel planetary addiction meditation that had brought us here, I asked the angels what we could do to protect the memory of everyone’s love for one another on our little blue world.

In a flash of divine inspiration I knew all the empty space left inside me that I was feeling from Lee McCormick’s Spirit Recovery ranch addiction meditation had made me a storage receiver, a vessel, to hold a back up copy all of earth’s love.  “Me?  Holder of earth’s love?” I grouched to myself or whatever angels might be listening.

I wrapped myself in blankets like a robe and sat myself up on the edge of the day bed.  I looked up at the eye shaped transom over Robert and Rachel’s front door.  The transom became a bright computer screen filled with data.  A beam of data shot from the transom as the memories of love of all earth’s billions flooded into my mind.  I’d had “downloads” – a light worker term that I think sounds too sc-fi –before, but nothing on this scale.  This was the mother of all downloads.

Now the next wave of love data for all living creatures, big and small, flooded into me.  I’d not expected to be this Noah’s Ark of love.  But I accepted it’s beauty with an amazed smile.  Next came the love of the trees for the sky.  Last even our bacteria’s love flooded me.  “Bacteria feel love?  Come on.” I griped to the angels who simply giggled at the sight of this exhausted middle-aged businessman turned reluctant light worker wrapped in a blanket like an Indian chief.

Yep, I feel many times I was picked for this work because it’s some kind of cosmic reality show.  I must be a hoot in the Orion’s belt system.

Next morning, Valentine’s Day, Sarah asked me how I’d slept.  “Not much.” I said, adding like this was all her fault somehow, ” I was a receiver of a back up copy of all the love of the earth all night.  Today sometime I’ve been told broadcast this love into the back up copy of the Parthenon in downtown Nashville.”

Sarah Larsen simply smiled and said, “Cool.  I’m going to call Greg and wish him a Happy Valentine’s Day.”  And with an attitude like this sort of thing happens every day Sarah headed off to another room to call Greg.

Later that amazing Valentine’s Day where I felt my head might explode it was so full of love, I in fact made the trip to the Parthenon on my own while Sarah went to an exhibit Greg’s art.  Years earlier the two met and fell in love here in Nashville before marrying and moving to LA.

Rachel and Sarah dropped me off promising to pick me up at 5:30 PM as my cell phone was out of juice.  I walked around the Parthenon, an exact copy of the original in Greece built in 1897, perfect for a back copy holder of earth’s love, walked about it three times I was told by the angels, I felt like some kind of lonely odd ball.  But I did my planetary meditation job and the couples perched on the steps kissed as the red lights of Valentine’s Day came up.

This made me all the more lonely.  I’ve not been in a conventional relationship in years.  Why pick a brokenhearted divorced man as the holder of earth’s love I wonder as I made the video you see below?  I suppose my empty heart left more space for the angels to make me a vessel of all earth’s love.

I asked as a reward for this crazy work — hey it never hurts to ask –as I circled the Parthenon, completing this ritual of love transmission to the statue of Athena within the structure, that one day through this work I can find a great mate who can put up with the paradox of my pessimistic yet optimistic nature.

So, dear reader, page mark this blog.  And if the the North and South pole’s shift come 2012, as many so-called experts predict, and you wake up without a memory of who you love, get thee to Nashville and the Parthenon.  The back-up memory of all you love awaits there in the heart of the statute of the goddess Athena.

What’s cool is the angels tell me they update the memories each night into Athena.  Angels are so clever.  The little stinkers.

PS.  In typical light worker fashion Sarah was late picking me up.  I was not dressed warm enough as the sun set over the Parthenon and I sat there shivering in the cold like some homeless nut case for over 20 minutes past the agreed to 5:30 pickup time.  I found myself wishing to be back working with my old Chicago real estate buddies, by whom you could set your watch, while making millions as I had in the past when I built skyscrapers instead of this silly nonsense.

Don’t worry.  I got over it when I saw Greg and the kids welcome Sarah home from Nashville at LAX with such love.  Yep.  I’m still on the job of a gentle 2012.  Here’s Sarah daughter Jasmine “Jazzy” singing along with her dad at an Agape concert.  Who wouldn’t be homesick in Nashville, on Valetine’s Day with love like this waiting for them back in LA?

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Abe Lincoln and Freedom… For Earth’s Addictions

They do not love that do not show their love.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Two Gentlemen of Verona

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Angels, ET, my own overactive imagiantion, whatever it is that is  powering DreamShie, never stops working with me.  There’s not a lot of time to 2012, guess is why.  I could write entire blogs about any of the following, but here’s a quick summary of the after-visions from the 2.12.11 Healing of Earth’s Addiction meditation at Spirit Recovery Ranch.  Planetary meditation visions like Nashville’s don’t just happen all at once for me or the world.

ET GO HOME

The night after the big day of setting the intent to heal earth of addiction, Lee McCormick and I talked about going back to the medicine wheel to call in UFOs.  This was to be done by famed ET expert Renatto Longatto, whose presentation had added so much to this event Lee had fashioned around our DreamShield meditation.  But everyone, me included, was tired from the long day. So we decided the ETs could hover somewhere until we got back to them.

I chuckled as my head hit the pillow about how casual Lee was about seeing UFOs.  Most of the people on this trip had seen them many times.  No biggie for them.  For me I was mildly disappointed as I have never seen a UFO, except maybe one from a great distance when I was a kid in Wisconsin.  But I was too tired to care.

ADDICTION ROUND-UP

That night I dreamed of giant stone creatures guarding the land around Lee’s medicine wheel from hostile aliens that Renato had shared with us.  Real alien tales that inspired the movie PREDATOR.  The stone creatures were aided in my dream by none other than Jesse James, who looked just like Lee McCormick in the dream. Jesse actually had spent time on this ranch back in the day.  In my vivid dream Jess fired his guns with superhuman speed. Native Americans working with the cowboys and my Angus spirit to rid earth of addiction.  What a clean up crew from the 2.12.meditation!  The hostile aliens had no chance.  Zero.

ABE LINCOLN, MASTER PLANNER OF 2.12.11 Freedom from Addiction Meditation

Speaking of the 2.12.11 meditation, as I was putting this blog together and filling in my dream calendar DreamShield fan Margo gave me, I was shocked to discover February 12th is Lincoln’s birthday.  Huh.  So the freeing on earth from the slavery of addiction meditation was no accidental choice.  A date Lee McCormick and I worked out last fall.

Abe, I am proud to say as producer of web series called Lincoln is Back, is my spirit guide.  Sneaky, Abe, guided me to doing this DreamShield on his birth date without my even knowing it.  Best Lincoln’s birthday ever.  Couple this amazing fact with Lee’s medicine wheel that’s made of stones, I’d only learn after we were in Nashville, from a plantation where the owner used to buy slaves and set them free.  Yep,  you have more coincidences than even my cynical mind can ignore as proof that we are being aided by divine powers in this work to change the world come 2012.

DON’T SWEAT IT

I was too tired to care about ETs as I dreamed on because I was exhausted from the day long events and Lee’s sweat lodge session.  I had a vision in the heat where I saw myself move through the wall of the sweat lodge that followed the medicine wheel as a Native American hunter.  My Native American brother shushed me and tells me, “Be quiet my brother, you’ll scare off the deer.”  I come back to myself and realize I’ve been blabbing to much in the sweat lodge.

My inner Larry David had rebelled.  I couldn’t take Lee McCormick’s pouring on the heat anymore. Not to mention the cold mud under my freezing butt and feet caused by the melted snow and the tight quarters with a two guys flanking me weren’t for me either.  So I crawled, not on a dream with the Indians, but for real out of the sweat lodge with Lee’s blessing.  Lee’s a pro and never forces people to sweat anymore than they want.

I kept crawling from the sweat lodge, panting like a dog and dry heaved in the grass.  Then I saw a gray Buddha statue.  Alive beneath the moon.  When Sarah Wellborne poured Mt. Shasta water over my head, Buddha vanished.  Here’s a video of a very confused me at least searching for what might have been a pile of sticks I’d mistaken Buddha.

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

That night I also dreamed of my father, whose drinking issues had made the Nashville DNA meditation so tough for me and who had only passed three weeks ago, came to me in a dream showing me the Packer watch I had bought for him one Christmas.  Dad told me, pointing at the Packers watch, only mildly annoyed, “You were an hour late getting the medicine wheel. 2:12 you were supposed to he here.”

“Renato had gone long and the schedule got pushed back, ” I explained to my father in the dream.

“I kept the angels from leaving before you and Lee’s bunch for here, ” Dad proudly explained.

“Thanks, Dad,” I said tears welling. “I’m glad for your help.  Woulda been nice if this had been something we could have done while you were alive.”

“I needed to be part of this.  Always was somehow. But that’s no excuse for the mess I made of things when you guys were kids.”

“I forgive you, Dad.”

“I know, son.”

Dad then did something in the dream that he loved to do in real life and gave me a big bear hug.  At his funeral my son 3 weeks earlier, my son Jonathan, now a man of 30, gave me the Sheetz family bear hug.   Jonathan smiled sadly as he told me he had taken over the bear hug role from his grandfather.  Late or not, Dad was proud of me for the work at Lee’s medicine I see by his shinning Irish smile.

Dad, unable as usual not to have the last word and to joke said, “Try not to keep the angels waiting next planetary mediation, Kenny boy.”

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