Join us for a look at the dirty secret behind this weekend’s $40 opening box office for ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD. Warning: Spoilers ahead.
I’ve been a Quentin Tarantino fan since PULP FICTION. And I admit to taking some joy when the good guys lit up Hitler in the INGLORIOUS BASTARDS finale. But as an independent filmmaker of modest success this past 23 years and counting, albeit one who got started a too late in life at age 42 to make it big — Hollywood’s young person’s game, my friends — I have to say the unpredictable Tarantino has become, alas, as predictable with his history revisionist twist endings.
This time Tarantino feeds like a vampire on the Sharon Tate’s brutal murder and dreams of up a washed up Cowboy actor, played to perfection by Leonardo DiCaprio and his co-dependent as it gets stuntman, equally well played by Brad Pitt as Sharon’s savior from the Manson family.
Please, Quentin, if you ever read this review of a huge fan of yours depressed over the turn of your career, go back to making good noir films instead of being some kind celluloid timeline cop. What’s next for your film 10th? Uma Thurman kills Booth before he assassinates Lincoln? Samuel Jackson kills Lee Harvey Oswald from the grassy knoll to save JFK? Get back to making great stories about lowlife characters.
Now, if you were part of the establishment, AKA the Man, AKA today’s Matrix, in the 60s and 70s, you likely hated Hippies and maybe still do to this day if you have not become woke folk. I’d even go so far as to say ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD was made specifically for liberal value haters, packaged in the form of Hippies.
Indeed, what’s painfully missing from Tarantino’s 9th film’s narrative is that Mason’s cult does not in any way genuinely represent the Hippie movement anymore than Nazis represent the German people. This makes the film an intoxicating ticket for conservatives and a brainwash for unsuspecting liberals who dig Tarantino. A win-win for the Trump era’s race bating, sexist, hate based politics.
And come on Brad Pitt, not cool you playing a character who got away with killing his wife and Leonardo as the ultimate wife killing enabler. I know Tarantino loves to study the underbelly of the world but unlike PULP FICTION where Samuel Jackson’s character experiences an awakening and mending of his wicked ways, there’s none of that in ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD. Leaving the characters of Leo and Brad rendered as hopelessly sexist.
As life worked out I was, unlike my film career where I was a little too old, a little too young to be part of the Hippie movement. I was high schooler in the late 60s and a college student in early the 70s. By 1974 I was married at 22 in and having kids by the tender age of 27. Hippies were passe’ for me. I was busy being part of the Yuppie movement and became real estate millionaire who built a skyscraper and Oprah’s Harpo Studios by 38.
Tarantino, born in 1963, was all of six year old at the start of the death of Hippie movement that the Mason Family murders triggered, with some help making a connection not really there from the establishment media. Do the math, Tarantino missed the Hippie movement entirely when it gave way to the Yuppie movement by the time he was old enough to drive.
My bet is Tarantino’s only picked up on the Hippie vibe from old movies for the most part when he was a video store clerk with lots of free time on his hands. Or perhaps his parents used Hippies as some kind of parental scolding, “Do your homework, Quentin or you’ll end up a damned filthy Hippie!”
Tarantino’s connecting Hippie-hating to the most notorious commune leader, the Hippie Satan himself Charles Manson is frankly akin to making a movie about life in Oklahoma City with the heroes stopping right-wing Christian Timothy McVeigh’s bombing as a condemnation of Roman Catholics and vets.
So I say shame on Tarantino and Sony tapping into hate for liberal values of our current divided society and making a film bordering on a PSYOP. ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLWYOOD with its all white main cast — aside from the fantasy of white guy Brad Pitt kicking Bruce Lee’s ass — suffers from misguided Hippie hate and spoils an otherwise good movie. Even if this 9th film from Tarantino it does not come close to his mad story structure skills at his peak of 90s filmmaking.
Who is more racist? The white bigot that displays his racism openly or the so called enlightened white person who remains silent and complicit in the face of racism? Meditate on that one.
As Trump desperately seeks reelection, with the aid of Russia, and any other foreign power seeking his favor, all with the agenda of seeking to divide Americans into tiny helpless camps, the Kraken of racism has been set free as a potent form of PSYOP.
(If you want to learn about the PSYOP we are all suffering from, right and left alike, see our sister website for our review of THE GREAT HACK.)
I hope you agree, the above meme is one of my better political satires for my Facebook.com/KidsTalkPolitics . But if you’re a liberal feeling superior to the Trump and his loyal racist backers, don’t. As Americans, left, right or center, we’ve been complicit in racism all our Yankee Doodle history.
After now years of meditation on these unsettling Trumpy times, where we all find ourselves mired in a ticking time bomb of a present that passes like molasses. Our dirty laundry of white racism, thanks to our Heyoka president, is now fully outed to the world and heavens.
My wise ET, Earthly and heavenly spirit guides unanimously tell me Donald J. Trump, and I am no fan dating way back to my own real estate mogul days, is nonetheless playing an important part to wake America up to the sad fact we stole this land from the millions of natives who lived here for thousands of years before the Vikings first discovered this land to the uncharted West. Our racism is up for healing. And meditation is more vital than ever to pierce the veil of lies we’ve loved under for centuries dating back to 1492.
Upon Columbus’ arrival in America he immediately denigrated natives, ones with an incredible culture, in mistaking them for citizens of India and arrogantly dubbing them Indians. Later, even when we white folk knew that to be wrong, we stubbornly stuck to calling Native Americans Indians.
We must never forget that we white people have murdered indigenous Turtle Island peoples in numbers comparable or greater the the Nazi’s did in the holocaust against the Jewish people. We abused a trusting people with whom we made and then casually broke treaties whenever it suited our white agenda. We disrespected great tribes by allowing our white politicians to set up natives up to fail and live in squalor on reservations to this day and for the foreseeable future. Witness DAPL under Obama and Trump. All while we proclaimed to be righteous Christians to God.
When you take a good hard look at it the border crisis of today is a virulent continuation of centuries of white arrogance. The undeniable fact is the only borders we white Americans respect are our own white ones. Unabated, since we began sailing the seven seas, we whites have decimated indigenous lives from the North Pole to the South all the way around the entire planet. The really crazy thing is the white nations war with each other to be leader of the whites.
And don’t get me started on the arrogance of slavery and mistreatment of all people of color and gender in our checkered racist white past. We’ll save that for a future blog.
Let’s face the ugly music. We whites are all complicit in a sick society founded on racism and maintained by brute force and lies.
Here’s a way you can see it more deeply. I was taught in my awakening that we tend to hate someone whenever we see our own weaknesses in that person. And what better way to describe a complicit media and social media gone bonkers hating on Trump?
In case you missed it, this was rough week for Lady Liberty. Trump place the race card and called out four Congresswomen of color when he tweeted that if they didn’t like how things are run in a America to go back home to their countries. I am 100% sure he knew all four women are Americans, three born here. So this is classic race baiting on Trump’s part. And the media and Congress swallowed it hook line and sinker.
Less than a handful of ultra-complicit Republicans joined Congressional Dems in issuing Trump a rebuke for his racist tweets that has no teeth. But as if that were not enough, Trump first backed away then praised North Carolina Trump rally goers who chanted SEND HER BACK. Disgusting.
RENOUNCE YOUR RACISM
Rather than falling for Trump’s game to gain your attention with his race baiting for attention and vote, a twisted form of #fakeracsim, it’s more helpful to take some action. Meditate on the change you want to see. You are far more powerful in the field of the planet’s collective consciousness than you know.
But meditation is not enough in these time. So please do some 3D stuff. Call your Congressmen and ask for more than their lip service to reign in racism. Join a protest! In my case I am making a protest film called that calls attention to the plight of refugee kids at the border. Yes, I said refugee kids. Calling these innocent illegals, or immigrants is falling for the racist brainwashing.
Over the course of my 23 years as a filmmaker I’ve specialized in political and protest content. Here are six of my short films, ranging from the comedic to the tragic, you can watch free on YOUTUBE.
The first one on the playlist and my fans’ all-time fav is ZACK’S MACHINE. It’s the tragedy of 9/11 told through the eyes of a puppy. It stars the amazing voice talents 5 time Golden Globe and 4 time Emmy winner Ed Asner as the lost WTC worker Zack’s father.
Ed’s health has not been great of late, so no promises, but fingers crossed I can get him to play the part of the cranky former Border Patrol agent, and antagonist for the film, Karl. If not Hollywood is filled with actors of great stature who will be drawn to all the roles in this important film. Standby for amazing announcements on what I believe will be an Oscar worthy short. At least that’s my goal. Not out of ego but because an Oscar will bring great exposure to the plight of the migrant kids.
Add to these power-packed shorts three feature length political documentaries from the POV of America’s kids, one of which that aired on PBS as the lead in to the 2000 presidential debates and the two other racking up 11 million views on the web and it’s easy to see I thrive making savvy political content to entertain and inform the masses.
For the past year, on and off, I’ve been writing a dark story about the plight of the immigrant kids being separated from their parents. A recent New York Times expose (they and the post seem to be the only real journalists left doing deep investigative work) has show mistreatment of kids has not not stopped but gotten worse. And now that the screenplay is finished I need your help to getting my seventh and most important political protest short film made and into the collective consciousness.
SOAP & TOOTHBRUSHES is a modern-day Western that tells the story of a lone social worker bucking the system to help immigrant kids at the Texas border.
Take a read of the WGA registered screenplay here:
Einstein is famed, in part, for establishing that the speed of light — 186,282 miles a second — can never be broken. I’m no Einstein, so I prefer of the speed of light converted to 671 million miles an hour. Why? Because that makes it easier to picture breaking the speed limit in your mind. For example: Traveling at 671 million miles an hour it would only take you about 10 hours to cross the solar system end to end.
Congrats. Just reading the prior sentence, you mentally crossed the entire solar system end to end in about 1 second. A visualization that allowed you to travel 36,000 times faster than the speed of light.
But fast as that is, my spirit guide OHOM (Open Heart Open Mind) visits me frequently via thought travels (AKA astral projection) all the way from the Orion star system on an ice moon called Nektar. That’s moving billions of times the speed of light. Happily, whenever Ohom has something important to share, a meditation mission or, in reverse, if I need his advice on an important matter, he’s here in the blink of my mind’s eye; traveling an infinite distance from his world of Nektar in the 13th dimension in a nanosecond.
After nine years of practice since meeting Ohom in a Yoga hall in Italy, deep in trance in a super powerful sound healing, I’m no slouch at thought travel myself. Sure beats any experience I have ever enjoyed gaming or watching movies on TV or in a theater! Thought travel, you see, is not only a 3D experience but it incorporates all the five senses of sight, hearing, taste, touch and smell; plus BLISS.
YOUR INVITE TO BREAK THE SPEED OF LIGHT
STEP ONE: Turn on some relaxing meditation music. I recommend MEDITATIVE MIND‘s superb YouTube channel. There’s no guided meditation there. Allowing you to free form your way across the cosmos with excellent long form videos, which are primarily frequency meditation music in nature.
STEP TWO: Get comfy. Get still. Early on in this whole thought travel experience I got my best results laying down. But now seated in an upright yoga posture works equally well and keeps me from falling asleep as happens with laying down.
STEP THREE: Completely clear your mind through meditation and deep patterned breathing. Experiment with what inner visualizations and breathing pattern gets your mind quiet. We live in a world designed to keep your mind busy and restless. Meditation is a quick and easy remedy that add years to your life. And take it from Ohom and me, you want to be around for the beautiful changes we will see over the next 100 years. I know it doesn’t look that way watching the news but dig deeper into the real facts and you’ll see the world has never been safer or happier. But I digress. Back to breaking the speed of light.
STEP FOUR: In your mind’s eye, picture a silver tether at your ethereal body’s ankle to keep you connected to your physical body. It’s your lifeline and it’s indestructible. With your tether you can end thought journeys at will any time you say, you’re the boss of you, and return home safe and sound.
STEP FIVE: Picture your ethereal body rise from your physical body. Start small with your thought travel. Simply stand up from your body and walk around your home in the ethereal. Look in a mirror. I notice I am translucent in spirit form and quite a bit younger.
STEP SIX: When you feel ready, walk out the front door. Pass right through it. You’re not solid. Leave your house and take a walk in the street. Detail is important. Feel the breeze. Hear the birds. Feel the sun on your face. Test snapping home into your body via the silver tether. Whoosh!
STEP SEVEN: The next thought travel you do, after getting deep into your meditation, picture somewhere on earth you’ve already visited. Only now you’re traveling in your ethereal body. No planes, trains or automobiles required. Let’s say for this example the place you’ve visited and love is Paris. See yourself floating above your home city and lift off! See yourself streaking your way in an instant to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Walk around the balcony and take in the sights, sounds and scents of the streets of Paris below. Smile. You’ve made your first faster than light journey.
Time to get to work at CoolestTechEver.com, our new website for tech to amplify meditation and wellness. Your purchases there allow us to make our conscious films and share stories around the electronic campfire here. So stay tuned, we’ll tackle space, time and inter-dimensional travel on the next series of blogs.
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If you’re still able to bear the 24/7 tangled mess we have come to call the news, you may have heard this past week, through your biased right or left filter of choice, that President Trump stormed out 3 minutes after the start of a meeting that was supposed to be a discussion on how to get an infrastructure repair program on place with congressional democratic leaders Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schummer. Instead Trump lost his cool and used the 3 minutes as a threat threat to withhold Presidential bipartisan participation in any infrastructure plans unless all investigations ceased.
Afterwards Trump went so far as to single out a bunch of his staff on the spot, terrified of getting fired, and “ask” them to vouch on camera the Trumpster was totally zen about the 3 minute ultimatum.
— “Oh come on, Donnie. Honest to, Christ. Don’t make me come down there! From Fred Trump rolling over in his grave.
Now, if the behavior of our “nutjob”politics, on both sides of the isle, has you stressed; chill and welcome. Full disclosure: I am far from a professional shrink, just a guy who did a lot of work on himself in the 90s overcoming a rough childhood and who took a lot of psych courses at Northwestern to help me begin to sort things out. Like the blog title says, I am a planetary meditator; one whose meditations have taken me all the way to pure energy fields of Antarctica to set 24 intentions for a brighter tomorrow.
Look, I know things don’t so look cool from 2012 to now, but my spirit guide Ohom (Open Heart Open Mind) assures me that after we get through this super rough patch, the coolest ever times are coming.
If you are fan of this blog you know I am no fan of Donald J. Trump, especially in particular in his current mental state. I detest how he operates from the negative rather than positive. Meditation 1 in Antarctica was to help shift human consciousness from fear based to love based.
Sadly Nancy and Chuck, speaking for the Dems, though more coherent and persuasive at times, are no more productive than Trump by choosing confrontation over cooperation. It’s beyond frustration the likely nominee, front runner Joe Biden, offers the same old same old. Dems are missing their chance to win an agenda for the real hope and change like Bernie represents.
But let’s focus on one political fiasco at a time. Trump is expressing himself as a virulent representation of the paradigm of fear and machismo we need to free ourselves from. For a number of painful years now, I’ve meditated on ways to search for ways for Trump to make the shift as there is great potential for someone like him so outside the conventional way of operating. That is a big IF, if he can reach enlightenment or at least start on the path to such.
To help my meditations I relate to trump in two key ways:
1. We’ve both built skyscrapers and know how to fight in the trenches with architects, banks and contractors to get big stuff done. Most exciting this was building Oprah’s Chicago Harpo studios in 1991 while I also built a $162 million skyscraper. It’s very shitty world when the banks turn on you, I imagine even when you have a rich daddy. I never had a silver spoon born in my mouth. So when the same financial tsunami that wiped me and then biggest real estate firm in Chicago out I lost it all, including my family life.
2. We’ve both suffered greatly from the bad tutoring of abusive fathers.
The difference is my father’s abuse propelled me into counseling to break free of my father’s dark legacy. Trump likely just got an ass chewing from his rich daddy. On the other hand my dad, former US Army drill sergeant seemed happy I had lost it all and loaned my $2000 to get back on my feet when my ex swept the floor with me in the divorce. A sad end to a marriage of two college sweethearts. Needed therapy for that too. No wonder I want to see Trump healthy and healed for the good of this country and the world it currently leads. In support of this dream, I even went so far as to travel to DC with my love Elizabeth for Trump’s inauguration; where we each set those healing intentions into the planet’s shared consciousness, what I call God, to heal Trump and for his to be a great presidency. Yeah, I know. Tall order.
Indeed, sadly, before we even left DC to return to Sedona, Trump green-lit the NDAPL without even a mention of the Lakota people who land he was authorizing trespass upon.
Testing the diagnosis from many experts, that Trump became an unprecedented narcissist at the hands of an abusive father, I did the following quick match of news stories on Goggle with these symptoms of classic narcissism from an article on the topic by the Mayo Clinic that people with the disorder can:
Have an exaggerated sense of self-importance – https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/05/07/us/politics/donald-trump-taxes.html
The Mayo Clinic’s website says talk therapy (AKA psychotherapy) is the best treatment for a narcissist. An old James Coburn flick THE PRESIDENT’S ANALYST, famed for the attack J. Edgar humorous take that needs a real-life remake.
NARCISSIST IN THE OVAL OFFICE?
So on earth did we end up with what truly seems to be a Narcissist in Chief? Well, narcissists are charming as hell when you’re on their good side. Watch Trump supporters at rallies. Their Christian upbringing pre-conditioned them to believe Trump’s so-called wealth means higher IQ. Trump takes advantage of the good old Christian work ethic that equates wealth with God’s favor.
Watch as the Trump supporter behind him on stage bask in the praise the mighty Trump heaps on these humble mortals on camera to the world. Watch their hopeful faces for slight, or not so slight, pokerface tells as he lies compulsively to them, feeding on their adoration.
My case about Trump supporters fealty is made in reverse when you in this video a free thinker accidentally is quickly removed from the stage.
Sadly, I know narcissists all too well because I had a millionaire Chicago client who might have been one. Narcissists know how to lull you into a false sense of security that opens up to them like a flower that is seeded with with passionate compliments and big promises. But when a narcissist turns against you the vicious need for them to make themselves bigger at the expense of your reputation undoes any and all the love they showered on you. Their “love” is only ever a way to buy your fealty. I only escaped with my sanity from my Chicago Trump by quitting my narcissist client’s account Rex Tillerson style. And, as with Trump, I was not the only person to walk away from lucrative work.
ADVICE FOR NANCY ON WORKING WITH TRUMP
Pelosi and Schummer, on the other hand, don’t have the option of quitting. What Pelosi especially must do is stop picking fights with Trump and then running like cry babies to the media. Hello. Poke a tiger and it will bite. Non news there.
Narcissistic rage must be diplomatically avoided when dealing with person with so much power and so little genuine self-esteem as a Trump. Nancy must change how she’s dealing with Trump. Why? Post meeting shaming of Trump and publicly humiliating him will backfire in some way as narcissist seek revenge for their slights. Who knows Nancy mismanaging her Trump dealing may send him off in rage to start a WW3 just to prove his power. (Update: Three weeks later that’s happening now in Iraq.)
No knock. It’s a stone cold fact of nature that Trump’s an old man. One on a very bad diet. He weighs more like 270 than his fake physical’s 239 to my eye. So what’s he care if he blows up the world in a fit of narcissistic rage? After all, that just brings the Rapture via WW3 for he and his evangelicals who want to overturn Roe v Wade so bad they’ve accepted a porn star president.
Please, Nancy, if anyone can ever get this blog to you, understand that Trump’s untreated dis-ease means he only respects strength meted out with superb diplomacy and civility. Backbiting, even if you think Trump deserves it, is not strength. Fact is narcissists love it when the can see they’re getting your goat.
Dems young, and mostly old, must face the harsh reality that they probably are dealing with a high-functioning narcissist and seek creative ways work with Trump accordingly. Nancy should make a FOX & FRIENDS appearance and surprise the world and Trump, by not praising him but not knocking him. Be cool. I mean, if Russia, Korea, Hungary and Japan can be diplomatic with Trump so can the Dem’s Nancy. That is if she can overcome her own narcissistic tendencies.
WHAT CAN WE THE PEOPLE DO ABOUT TRUMP’S ILLNESS… AND OUR OWN?
Get to healing Trump, remote healers! Let’s all meditate that Trump is cured of his painfully obvious narcissism and as a result we the people are cured of ours. Yep. You heard me, my self-absorbed fellow American. Narcissismis the source of the sickness at the core of all our planet’s ills. We live in a 21st century culture of “likes” and “shares”. We are hopelessly selfie-obsessed; showing off out success our narcissistic mirror called cell hones and PCs.
We’re so wrapped up in our own lives we forget our fellow men and women. As for the planet? Don’t get me started. It’s a flat out me culture and that’s gone narcissistic as f*ck.
Let’s test out my theory that we in the modern world are all lost in our own little electronic mirrors. Let’s take the same test of narcissism we used for Trump’s behavior and apply them to humanity as a whole:
Phew. That all checked far too easily. It’s clear as day to see how as a society we are all to one degree already or in the process of becoming narcissists; sitting at our PCs while the homeless starve, forests cleared, the oceans tainted with our garbage and millions of species are dying.
As I mentioned earlier, even though he makes often me nuts, I have a lot sympathy for Trump because I suffered under an abusive dad too. One much like Fred Trump minus the wealth. So I am down with Peolsi’s request we pray for Trump. Even though quantum intentional meditation is more my thing, here goes:
MY PRAYER FOR DONALD TRUMP AND THE REST OF US
“Donald J. Trump, may you find your way through the impossible thorns of old hurts from a poor example of a father who never loved you just for who you are and praised you only for helping him cheat on his taxes. May you seek professional counseling and learn to love yourself before you bow up the world out of untreated rage. May you succeed in therapy and learn to turn off the ego-fire that consumes your soul like so many cheeseburgers. May you extinguish the inner fires of self-hate that consume your immortal soul, you amazing abused child of a sick man. And may you, as, not just America’s, but the earth’s King of Narcissists — if may be so bold to call you so based on my test above and spirit’s advice — throw down your phony crown and become the leader of your own dreams. Please lead this planet from all narcissism before we spread it into the universe that we colonize with your Space Force. Amen.”
BIG SPECIAL THANKS
I want to take a minute of your time to thank my love Elizabeth England for supporting my mission as an equal partner. According to a world-renowned psychic and best-selling author having her as my mate is my reward for work of the 2012 Antarctica Meditations, the Coolest Meditation Ever.
Besides setting up our new mecca of all things cool at our new website CoolestTechEver.com and standing shoulder to shoulder with me to build a life in Sedona together, she has at the same time been doing decades worth of unraveling of my old negative stories. What a woman! Mermaid queen of the Ocean-Nation I am forever in love and grateful for my ET angels and earth angels that she is in my life in such a beautiful way, my dearest Elizabeth.
FINAL MEDITATION INSTRUCTIONS
Well, I — hopefully eloquently — digress. In closing, you are more powerful than you can ever know. As impossible as it seems to heal Donald J Trump, if enough of us focus on it we can help him find his way and in the process awaken a true champion. Or at least keep his finger off the nuclear football.
So please meditate on lowering the strangle hold this modern day plague called Narcissism has on not only Donald Trump, but all upon we members the earth’s so-called advanced cultures.
Oh. One more thing. Do something radically kind today.
Happy Memorial Day Weekend. Please visit our new E-commerce website CoolestTechEver.com. Elizabeth has designed it to be total blast to just surf and learn from. And if you have some coin we are running lots of bargains that are not about status but helping you reach higher levels of awareness.
Ken Sheetz and Ohom
PS CoolestMeditationEver.com is being reengineered and is temporarily forward to CTE. Hoping to have that up and running this summer.
Elizabeth and I had just gotten back from a successful screening of our new film THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS at the prestigious New Living Expo when I got the psychic hit from the spirit of Robin Williams, currently reincarnated as a killer whale, that he’d like to meet us for coffee at his favorite Sedona hangout the Coffee Pot Restaurant.
Read past Williams blog postst here to understand how the heck Robin ended up a killer of a killer whale, but why you might be asking yourself does Robin like Coffee Pot? The beloved star and comic tells me in his funny George Jessel voice, “Hmm. I guess because maybe it’s Sedona’s closest thing to the classic LA diner and that kinda coffee I was hooked on in life.” Hooked on? A whale hooked on coffee. Yep. Robin’s still funny in the afterlife.
Anyways, after being on the road for a week the last thing Elizabeth wants is to eat out, so she tells me to invite Robin to a home cooked breakfast. Now, Robin does dine in our home with us once and awhile, but this time he tells me to tell Elizabeth, “I get a better signal with the energy of the restaurant’s crowd. And, sorry hon, I like their java better than yours.” Elizabeth chuckles and starts to get dressed for Coffee Pot with Robin, even if it is GMO laden chow.
Coffee Pot does not allow pets. So we tell our little dog to watch the house and make the short 1.5 mile trek. Now, I was a bit a Coffee Pot regular before Elizabeth showed up in my life 3 years ago. It’s the cozy spot for locals and tourists alike where Robin first appeared to me a blue whale fetus in 2015. That was back when I began his segment of the blog THE ROBIN WILLIAMS VISITATIONS that cries out to be a book or screenplay if I can ever find the time. Sure enough, the Coffee Pot host recognizes me says, “You know the drill. Pick a seat,” and hands me a menu.
Elizabeth suggests one of the upper booths that gives us a view of busy place and room for a place at the table for Robin. Soon as the busboy pours the coffee we are joined by Robin in human form. Lately he’s taken to wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt with amazing pearl buttons and playful colored bow tie. Of course Robin can’t pick up the Kokopelli adorned coffee cup , but he gets dreamy look of satisfaction on his face as he wraps his hands around the mug and sniffs the aroma. Elizabeth knows just how Robin likes his coffee with cream and double sugar.
I adore Elizabeth for validating my channeling the great comedian right from the get go of our relationship, as she does with many of the being I channel. Folks, if you’ve had an awakening there’s nothing like being in love with someone else who also has had a wild awakening.
Elizabeth’s awakening story is cool one I will share here soon. While both of us are remarkably alike in how we interact with the cosmic forces, she’s more of channeler of yogic powers and I am more of a self-taught rebel that does not like to follow any single tradition. Maybe my rebellious comedic steak is why Robin has picked me to chronicle some of his sea life adventures.
Elizabeth’s cool question to Robin at Coffee Pot is: What parts of the earth correspond spiritually to the the human body? I realize I’d be writing a long time if I tried to encapsulate Robin’s answers, so I’ve made the video to express the beauty and wisdom of Robin the killer whale. BTW Robin’s told me he likes being called Robin Whaliams these reincarnated days. Enjoy!
As the right and left media roils for ratings in this strange era’s, love him or hate him, craziest presidency ever, I just received some surprising insights from my ET spirit guide Ohom (Open Heart Open Mind) as to what our meditations in 2017 at the Trump inauguration looked like on spirit plane.
It’s January 20, 2017 again. Elizabeth and I nervously stand amongst the mostly MAGA hat wearing crowd, sporting instead our CME penguin hats. Each time Hillary appears on camera the crowd jeers, “Lock her up!”
Two grizzled beer drinkers jeer each time Obama or Michelle appear on the Jumbo-tron nearby. It’s an ugly scene. Neither Elizabeth or I really want to be here. This is not the America we grew up in. And it is especially not the one Elizabeth served 17 years in the military to defend.
But we have dutifully followed Ohom’s simple instructions to go to this “largest ever” inauguration, and hold space of love for Trump in this power intoxicated crowd. We do our best to bless Trump’s presidency; that it ultimately be good for the planet, or to at very least do as little harm as possible.
Oddly, I sense this crowd, one that should be elated on this first day of the Trump administration, is deeply defensive. They literally can’t seem to believe their man Trump really won, even though he’s up on the big stage getting sworn in; Melania frowning behind his back on the Jumbo-tron screen perched atop scaffolding.
But there something’s very different in this particular meditation replay of the inauguration. A mental replay I’ve run countless times for over 2 years now, trying to make sense of what our crazy mission accomplished in the light of destructive programs for the environment and humanism rolling out almost daily from Trump via Twitter.
THE INAGURARTION TRANSMUTATION MEDITATION
Today Ohom is finally showing me what really happened energetically that fateful day, sealed within the scared Masonic geometry layout of DC. Deep within the low vibrational inaugural crowd, cozy in our own bubble of bliss, sweet Elizabeth and I hold a space of love; just as Ohom guided.
Our loving meditation crystalizes moisture from the light rain that begins to fall. Our love meditation becomes a diamond-seed that burrows into the wet grass beneath our cold feet. Soon a translucent white energy tree rapidly grows beneath Elizabeth and me. The rapidly growing energy tree sweeps us high above the bristling Trump clan.
My view to the dais greatly improved, I gaze towards the red-faced Donald J. Trump giving a speech former president Bush later observed, “That was some weird shit.”
Agreed. To me this all feels like the birth of the apocalyptic era right out of FALLOUT THREE; a video game that takes place in a mutated and ruined Washington DC 200 years after World War III.
I flinch as Trump’s weird shit “America First” address deeply disrespects Obama’s legacy. Trump behaves as though he’s not inheriting a booming economy but a “smocking” wasteland.
Looking ahead to the dais, I see two other white energy trees carrying other pairs of meditators high above the oddly fidgety crowd. I wonder to myself, “Maybe the Trump fans are nervous they elected a thin-skinned guy with his trigger finger on the largest nuclear arsenal in history?”
Amazed by this new feeling compassion towards the desperate-for-change Trump’s base, I look back towards the Washington monument. Nine other white trees carrying meditation pairs grow rapidly. The procession of 12 inner lighted white trees leads all the way from the dais to the Lincoln Memorial.
The wise Ohom never let any of our teams know we are working as a meditation group of 12 tree riding pairs until now. I may never know their names, but Ohom tells me the dozen meditation teams represent all races, male and female, and sexual orientation.
Soon, all twelve energy trees are large enough to join their rapidly leafing branches above us the meditation teams. Loving energy pulses through the umbrella of white trees, downloading into the anxious crowd below.
Now all of our teams of meditators hold space for one thing: that the Trump presidency, messy as its likely to be, never result in a launch of World War III.
Ohom tells me telepathically as I write, “Take heart, Ken. All of Trump’s many disconcerting acts he has and is yet to commit during his presidency are in actuality a sacrifice to your planetary conscious. The Mars energy of war that has dominated your world since the fall of Atlantis is dying. Trump is but a servant to accelerate its end.”
Even knowing I’ll fail to recall all this and fall at times into anger at Trump’s efforts to get our collective goat, I feel blessed to finally have this gorgeous vision to wrap my head around as to Trump’s higher purpose and hope you do too. This has been a tough two years for we moderates, plus liberals and many conservatives alike.
But whether it’s 2 or 6 years until the Trump era finally ends, the blink of an eye in the cosmic grand scheme, look for an overnight flip to the next era. One that will make the loving 60s look passe!
And as the barrage of negative news and policies continues 24/7, I suggest you tune out to the ratings driven chatter and join with us in meditation for a better tomorrow. Vote when the time comes but don’t obsess over all this until November 3, 2020 is closer. Advice to myself as much as you, dear reader.