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The Fever Breaks: How a Meditation Became the Greatest Trump Satire on Earth 1

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In 2020, during the lonely, chaotic depths of Covid, so many friends lost to the psyop that is still running on social media, Elizabeth I did what I we always do when the world goes sideways — we meditated.

Here on DreamShieldPlanetaryMeditations.com, I was deep into my Meditations on Trump series, trying to decode the karmic madness of America’s orange wrecking ball. Then something cracked open.

A vision. A fever dream. A feral alternate reality where satire, sci-fi, and spiritual justice collided in glorious chaos.

Too vivid to ignore. Too funny. Too true.

For two years, I tried to contain it here — until it outgrew the meditation rug. On May 21, 2022, on the amazing new site built by Elizabeth, we launched TrumpsFeverDream.com, and the beast took flight.

What started as a metaphysical impulse became a 19-chapter, two-year creative odyssey. And in 2023, when I began writing the fictional premise that Trump would cheat and win the 2024 election, I thought I was being wildly imaginative.

Then Trump pulled off wins in seven swing states in real life.

And I looked at Elizabeth and said, “Holy shit. A hack, like I predicted? ” As usual she got me grounded with some yoga. Afterward, like a man possessed, I kept writing and writing and writing. Hoping against hope that my prediction Biden would — as I wrote fictionally, lock Trump up and pass the baton to Kamala — come true.

All this tuning into a Trump of another universe, though fictional, an orange dude far too much like our own, a fiendish cad who became overconfident and rejected Musk — his fatal mistake in our tale — was taking a toll on my beautiful relationship Elizabeth and our film and tech businesses. I pleaded for the time. And lucky for fans, she agreed on one condition. She would narrate the story to share the fever dream with me even it made also her a target for potential haters. Her bravery and love inspired me in ways I can’t describe. And we both hope there’s enough of a sense of humor and wonder out there for this story to find a publisher, maybe for a TV series, but even if it’s just been the blog we’re happy and proud of our work together.

As she narrated every chapter I cranked out, on grueling schedule of one new chapter per week, launching J6 until June 14th King’s Day, Elizabeth kept pushing me to channel my fury into purpose. Together we co-created an end to the Trump fever dream, at least at least in this fictional alternate reality. And on we pushed as fascism, tariff wars, ICE raids and threats WW3 rose and fell on waves of palpable fear, on we shaped the Mar-a-Lago Prison arc, set between the hacked election and the 2025 inauguration.

And what a final act it became.

The story introduces Trump’s caretakers in Mar-a-Lago Prison, where the stress being Biden’s captive has caused a rapid onset of dementia. Robert Tulsa, Trump’s Black bodyman with secrets and a quiet dignity. He turns over the evidence that solves Trump’s murder. Then there’s Special Agent Rogers, stoic, injured, loyal to the Constitution, and maybe just a bit heartbroken underneath it all. Last, Maria the Mexican maid/spy destined to save America…but not herself.

Let’s not forget our alternate universe Ron DeSantis, driven to madness by not being chosen as VP in Trump’s humiliating reality TV-style “Veep-a-Thon.” His bitterness festers into a sinister plot to become VP and invoke the 25th Amendment — not out of duty, but revenge for Trump humiliating him on reality TV. This Ron becomes Shakespearean in the worst Florida-man way.

And through all of it:
An alternate reality Kamala Harris rises.

Not a cameo. Not a meme. But a president — calm, fierce, centered, powerful. The Kamala I wrote and Elizabeth voices is the kind of leader we wanted to believe in. And we’re damn proud of how good and strong a president she became in this universe.

Then there’s Arnold Schwarzenegger, who in this world is a man’s man we can still root for. He’s integrity with abs. And me, well, minus the abs. He’s flawed, stubborn, super annoying at times, but tries to do the right thing — a not-so-subtle stand-in for yours truly. Masculinity with heart. Strength in service of good.

This wasn’t just parody. This was exorcism.
A soul-level purge of a shared American nightmare. And proof of the power meditation to create amazing stories.

And yes — I did the unthinkable. I ended both Trump’s and Biden’s stories.

Universe 48B25 — stands for.

  • 48, for Trump declared the 48th president-elect not the 47th as in our reality.
  • B, for Biden’s final grace in stepping aside for Kamala as he should have in our own realioty.
  • 25, for the year the fever finally breaks.

In this dreamed of reality, the left and right finally reunite.
Not in unity, but in shared grief.
Fascism falls. Truth rises. And maybe… humanity finds its footing again.

It’s the wildest, weirdest, most audacious Trump satire on Earth — bigger than Colbert, Meyers, Kimmel, and Fallon by the power of ten. “Not kidding around here” to quote Biden.
Because TFD doesn’t just mock — it heals. And the popularity of SOUTH PARK shows there is willing and ready audience.

ET angels in Italy

Celebrating 15 Years of The DreamShield – First Contact

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The DreamShield blog was born from a life-changing vision I experienced in Italy on May 10th, 2010. That date—5/10/2010—translates numerologically to 5+5+1+2+1 = 14, which reduces to 5. For the first time since that powerful experience, I looked up the meaning of the number 5 on Numerology.com. I was stunned by how precisely it captured the impact of that day on my life.

A key trait of the number 5 is curiosity and a deep need for a variety of exciting experiences to feel fulfilled. It craves freedom and adventure and isn’t afraid to let the wind carry it where it may. For the 5, life is not about setting goals and making plans—it’s about getting out there and experimenting. Anything that stirs the senses piques the 5’s interest, and it can’t wait to dive in.

That spirit perfectly captures the wild, unexpected detour my life took that day.

I had traveled to Santa Maria del Sole, a lush retreat in southern Italy, to film a workshop led by Connie Miller, founder of SoulDrama.com. During a group healing session led by a gifted healer named Guilia, I was simply a fly on the wall—no filming was allowed during the healing. So, I laid on my yoga mat and closed my eyes.

And then… it happened.

In a deep trance, I found myself soaring through Earth’s atmosphere at incredible speed, escorted by benevolent 8-foot-tall, blue-skinned extraterrestrials. Together, we formed two immense energy rings encircling the planet—one east-to-west, the other north-to-south. The two rings intersected right through the yoga hall. It was beautiful. Profound. Unforgettable.

And it shook me to my core.

When the session ended and I came out of the trance, I turned to Connie and asked softly, “Did you see them?” She smiled kindly and said no, but was glad I had. I hadn’t expected any of this—I was there to make a film. Yet, I had just witnessed something that felt more real than anything I had ever filmed.

Later, walking the idyllic grounds of Santa Maria del Sole, I felt… violated. Angry. Confused. The vision was so vivid, so overpowering, I feared I’d suffered a psychotic break. I kept the experience to myself and finished filming. I tried to find Guilia to tell her, but she was unavailable.

That night, I checked into a modest hotel in Puglia, my next stop before heading back to L.A., with a layover in Venice. My room, shaped like the inside of a beehive, was basic. Too exhausted to undress, I collapsed onto a narrow bed covered in a thin black bedspread.

Then the voice came.

Loud. Clear. Impossible to ignore.

“Do not be afraid. You have been chosen to help save humanity by building a dream shield around the Earth.”

I sat up, heart pounding, expecting to see an alien sitting in the desk chair. But I was alone.

“Who are you?” I asked aloud.

“Friends,” the voice replied. “And we want you to host meditation events to strengthen the DreamShield on 10.10.10, 11.11.11, and 12.12.12—to bring about a gentle end to the Mayan calendar.”

I didn’t speak aloud again, only internally.

“No one will come. I’m no meditation expert.”

Silence. Then tears welled in my eyes. Was I going crazy?

Feeling deeply unsettled, I got out of bed and called Santa Maria del Sole. This time, Guilia answered. She listened with fascination and encouraged me to return and record our conversation. I caught a taxi back that night and, with camera in hand, interviewed her in a breathless exchange where I broke my cardinal rule as a documentarian—I did most of the talking.

Sharing the vision out loud was healing. It grounded me. As the taxi drove back through the golden hills of Puglia and the sun dipped beneath the horizon, I felt calm. That night, I began to dream again—this time not with fear, but with awe.

Since that day in 2010, through all the storms and chaos that have followed, my connection with those blue-skinned travelers has only grown deeper. They are now, whether real or a product of my powerful creative imagination, part of my spiritual life. Guides. Allies. Friends.

I owe thanks to so many: to Guilia, for grounding me in that moment of crisis; to Connie Miller, for inviting me on this unexpected path; to my late friend Bradley Quick, who gifted me the trip to Italy in his place and to every one of you who has supported and shared in the DreamShield experience here and with your purchase of the finest in bio-hacking products my wife and partner Elizabeth offer at CoolestTechEver.com.

Here’s to dreaming together—boldly, curiously, and with the courage of a number 5 spirit. Happy 15th anniversary to the DreamShield!

One Week After the End of America

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The farcical title of this blog might sound alarmist, but let’s be real—Trump’s latest political stunt is an apocalypse of his own making, not ours. “The End of America” isn’t happening because Trump is back in the spotlight with his fantasy of a gilded, authoritarian empire. It’s happening in the minds of those who fell for his hollow promises and unrelenting lies. And let’s not kid ourselves: this isn’t about a man returning to power. It’s about fear, division, and a desperate attempt to rewrite the rules of democracy.

But here’s the catch: it’s only half the country.

The other half of America? Still standing. Still fighting. Still anchored in truth, empathy, and hope. And let me tell you, hope is a stubborn thing. It doesn’t crumble as easily as a Twitter lie or dissolve under the weight of fake promises. Hope is the quiet force that builds, even when chaos is at its loudest.

What Trump 2.0 Actually Represents

If Trump’s second act has taught us anything in this first week of his so-called “return,” it’s that he’s not leading a movement. He’s clinging to an illusion. His lies about election fraud, immigrants, and “woke mobs” are the desperate moves of a man terrified of irrelevance. Sure, the MAGA crowd is cheering, but deep down, they’re being cheated, too. He’s playing their fears like a fiddle, and the orchestra? Russian bots and media outlets hungry for clicks.

But here’s what Trump 2.0 doesn’t want you to see: his power is a fragile, rickety house of cards. And our collective action, our resilience, is the gust of wind that can bring it all down.

Hope Lives in the Resistance

One week in, and already the cracks are showing. Protests are swelling. Journalists are digging deeper. Leaders from across the aisle—yes, even Republicans with spines!—are starting to speak up. The courts, despite their flaws, are standing firm against some of his wildest schemes. And the people? Oh, we’re wide awake now. We’re not falling for the “Make America Great Again” con job a second time.

In fact, hope shines brightest in the little acts of defiance that happen every day:

  • Teachers refusing to whitewash history.
  • Journalists exposing his corruption with receipts.
  • Voters organizing in record numbers, gearing up for every election like it’s the Super Bowl of democracy.
  • Families coming together to have uncomfortable but necessary conversations at dinner tables.

Hope Is a Choice

It’s easy to feel defeated right now. I won’t sugarcoat it—Trump 2.0 is exhausting. He’s like a bad sequel no one asked for, dragging us back into the drama when all we want is to move on. But here’s the thing about hope: it’s not passive. It’s active. It’s a choice we make every day, to believe in the possibility of something better.

Hope doesn’t mean sticking our heads in the sand or ignoring the challenges ahead. It means recognizing our power to change the narrative. It means fighting for truth, lifting each other up, and building bridges where Trump is burning them.

What Comes Next

One week in, and we’ve already seen that Trump’s America is not inevitable. The other half of the country is alive, kicking, and determined to rebuild. Our democracy is wounded, sure, but it’s far from dead. We’ve weathered storms before—some far darker than this—and we’ve come out stronger. And there are some things to be optimistic about as to how they will erode his slim base.

  1. Egg prices are going up under his dumb as dirt tariffs.
  2. Latinos for Trump are seeing he’s an ingrate.
  3. He’s already golfed 27 of his time in office.

So let’s not call Trump’s win by the GOP throwing out 7 million votes “The End of America.” Let’s call it what it really is: the beginning of a new fight. A fight for truth. A fight for justice. A fight for the soul of this nation, where we finally decide, once and for all, that no man, no lie, and no empire of deceit is greater than the collective power of people who refuse to give up.

Hope isn’t just alive—it’s thriving. And as long as we keep choosing it, no amount of Trumpism can ever truly win.

America isn’t ending. It’s just beginning to wake up and the brave acting Republicans are in fact frightened little boys.

We’ve created two places to keep you in the good fight.

TrumpsFeverDream.com – a political sci-fi satire where the Biden of another universe locks up Trump.

PoliticalCoolDown.com – home to a dozen meditations to cool you down and give you cosmic perspective.

12 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF MY TRIPPY ANTARCTICA TRIP

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It’s 12 years since I was in Antarctica. I wrote this to celebrate.

Welcome, brave traveler, to the dreamscape of Antarctica—a world of endless white, shimmering ice, and secrets long buried beneath the frost. Close your eyes, take a deep breath in, and let the cold, crisp air of imagination fill your lungs. Exhale slowly, releasing the warmth of everyday worries, and feel yourself descend into the vast, glacial stillness. The ice beneath your feet is ancient, older than nations, older than history. With each step forward, you’re walking deeper into the unknown.

You’re not alone. Nope, not just you and the penguins anymore. Something—no, someone—is watching. No need to be afraid. It’s a presence both curious and kind. Like that feeling you get when you’re sure a cat’s staring at you from across the room. You’re being seen but not judged.

Look ahead. Do you see that faint glow through the foggy air? It’s not sunlight. It’s a soft, cerulean blue, pulsing like a distant heartbeat. Draw closer, step by step, each crunch of the ice beneath you like a drumbeat marking a grand reveal.

As you approach, the fog clears, and there it is—a magnificent entrance carved into the side of a glittering ice wall. The shape is unmistakably deliberate. Smooth edges. Symmetry. No way nature did this on her own. Your heart thumps, half-excited, half-disbelieving. Could it be? An actual ET base?! You’re not the type to jump to conclusions, but c’mon, this is pretty hard to deny.

Stepping inside, the air shifts. Warmer. Softer. Like walking into a cathedral where the silence is its own kind of music. The blue glow intensifies, illuminating sleek, smooth walls that almost seem to hum as you walk by. You’re suddenly aware of just how tall the ceilings are. Your eyes drift upward, and that’s when you see them.

Whoa.

Eight feet tall. Blue skin that shimmers like the northern lights. They’re elegant, with elongated features that seem wise, ancient, and—dare I say it—kind of fashionable. One of them tilts their head in curiosity. You’re struck by the sheer coolness of it all. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re thinking, “I’m gonna have a heck of a story to tell when I wake up.” One of them raises a hand, long fingers stretching out toward you. It’s not a ‘take me to your leader’ vibe. It’s more like, “Welcome home, friend. We’ve been waiting.”

You step forward, slowly raising your own hand. As your fingertips meet, it’s like touching a current of pure peace. Warmth. Familiarity. It’s as if they know you, like this meeting was always supposed to happen. They don’t speak with words, but you understand them.

“We’ve seen you before, traveler of dreams,” they’re saying, though not with mouths. It’s all feeling. “Long ago in a place you called Italy. You saw us then as you see us now. And now you’ve come to us once more.”

Your jaw drops. They know about Italy?! You’re tempted to blurt out, “Yeah, yeah, I’m that guy! You’re talking about me, right?” But before you can say anything, they’re already laughing—not with sound, but with waves of joy rippling through you.

“We’ve been with you on your journey,” they say. “From the ice, from the stars, from every place where imagination dares to dream.” Their words—well, thoughts—flood your mind with memories of your Antarctic adventure. You’re reminded of that still, quiet moment on the ice, surrounded by nothing but penguins and endless white. You’d felt it then, didn’t you? That extra something watching from beyond the veil.

Yeah, you’re nodding now. You knew it all along. More than penguins. Always more than penguins.

They’re inviting you now. Deeper into the base. As you follow, you notice small, glowing orbs hovering around you like curious fireflies. Each one flickers with a faint blue glow, zipping back and forth, playing with your hair like mischievous little sprites. It’s oddly charming. You’re half-expecting one of them to shout, “Tag! You’re it!”

They lead you into a grand chamber filled with technology so advanced it looks more like art than machinery. Smooth, fluid designs with no hard edges. Everything looks like it’s grown, not built. One of the taller beings gestures toward a central pedestal. A soft, pulsing glow rises from it. You’re drawn toward it like it’s calling your name.

You’re invited to place your hands on it. And why not? You’ve come this far. Your palms meet the surface, and suddenly—

Flash!

Memories flood you. Every moment of doubt. Every time you questioned your path. All those moments dissolve in a wave of laughter—not from them, but from you. It’s like you’re looking at your own story from a higher vantage point, and suddenly it’s clear. All of it. The detours. The “coincidences.” The paths you thought were dead ends. Turns out, it was all leading you here.

One of the blue beings smiles knowingly. “12 years, traveler. You’ve done well. Celebrate it. It’s no small thing to walk this path.”

You’re laughing now, tears of joy running down your face. “Twelve years, huh? Yeah, I guess I’ve earned this.” You’re suddenly flooded with gratitude—not just for them but for you. For every choice you made, even the ones that felt like mistakes. You’re finally seeing it for what it was: growth.

They’re clapping now, or at least their version of clapping. The orbs twirl around you, faster and faster, and suddenly it’s a full-blown celebration. Music (or something like it) reverberates through the room. The blue beings smile with pride. “Dance, traveler. You’ve earned it.”

And so you do. You dance like nobody’s watching. Except they’re totally watching, and they’re cheering you on. It’s a victory lap through 12 wild, weird, wonderful years. You’re moving with joy and freedom like a penguin on ice with zero cares in the world.

The glow intensifies, filling your vision with light. You’re back now, still feeling that rhythm in your chest. The ground beneath you is firm once again, but you’re changed. The air feels crisper. The world feels wider. As you open your eyes, you’re smiling like someone who’s just been let in on the universe’s best-kept secret.

Twelve years. And just like that, you’re ready for the next adventure.

Welcome back, brave traveler. You’ve seen more than penguins today. And you’ll never see yourself the same way again.

“Barbarella” (1968) – A Sci-Fi Classic That Takes You Far, Far Away from Today’s Formulaic Marvel Flicks.

On By Ken SheetzIn Conscious Film Review, Conscious Media Reviews, DreamShield, Ken Sheetz, Planetary MeditationsLeave a comment

If you’re feeling exhausted by today’s insane hate soaked 2024 elections and looking for break that is sexy galaxy far, far away from the Disney assembly line of Marvel movies, with their predictable plot twists, sky beams, and post-credits scenes, then Barbarella is the cosmic escape you didn’t know you needed. This 1968 space romp, directed by Roger Vadim and starring the unforgettable Jane Fonda, isn’t just a movie—it’s a neon, glittering trip through a galaxy of pure kitsch, camp, and unfiltered imagination.

From the very first scene, where Barbarella peels out of a zero-gravity spacesuit in what can only be described as the slowest striptease in sci-fi history, you know you’re in for something spectacularly different. Forget saving the multiverse with a snap of the fingers—Barbarella is here to save the galaxy with pure sensuality and some questionable combat skills, all while lounging in the kind of futuristic fashion that makes today’s superheroes look downright bland.

The plot? Well, it’s as wild as you’d expect from the late ’60s. Barbarella is sent by the President of Earth to stop a mad scientist named Durand-Durand (no relation to the band…yet), who’s threatening universal peace with a weapon called the Positronic Ray. Along the way, she encounters angelic aliens, a labyrinth of sadistic toys, and a piano-like contraption designed to kill her with pleasure (yes, you read that right). It’s not so much a coherent narrative as it is a sequence of increasingly bizarre scenarios that make you go, “Wait, WHAT?”

What sets Barbarella apart from today’s superhero fare is how joyfully untethered it is from logic or self-seriousness. It doesn’t care about crafting a cinematic universe or tying up every loose end—it’s here to have fun, and you’re just along for the ride. Jane Fonda’s Barbarella is a refreshing heroine; she’s not burdened by dark backstories or moral dilemmas. She’s unabashedly curious, confident, and sexy, battling her foes with equal parts charm and clumsy enthusiasm.

And the visuals! Forget the hyper-CGI of Marvel’s latest epics—Barbarella offers a retro-futuristic aesthetic that’s delightfully handmade. The sets look like they were cobbled together in someone’s groovy living room, and the costumes are, well, the kind of thing you’d only expect to see on an intergalactic catwalk. Fonda’s wardrobe alone deserves its own cult following, from sparkly spacesuits to feathered headdresses that would make even Lady Gaga blush.

Sure, the dialogue is cheesy, and the special effects have aged like fine wine that’s turned to vinegar, but that’s all part of the charm. Barbarella revels in its campiness, a refreshing alternative to the overpolished, franchise-driven spectacles that dominate the box office today. It’s a movie that invites you to sit back, sip a martini (preferably with a cosmic twist), and let yourself get lost in a world where anything goes, and the rules of physics—and fashion—are delightfully flexible.

So if you’re tired of Marvel’s color-by-numbers storytelling and need a break from the endless parade of CGI brawls, take a trip with Barbarella. It’s an unapologetic blast from the past, reminding us that sometimes, the best way to escape reality is to embrace the absurd and the sexy, one sparkly space adventure at a time.

Visit our new PoliticalCoolDown.com page for much needed meditation breaks designed to help lower the temperature.

10 Year Anniversary of The Coolest Meditation Ever: Antarctica, 12.12.12

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10 years ago I was in Antarctica for the 12.12.12 meditations, which began precisely at 12:12 PM, to perform quantum meditations. The meditations were ET inspired using my Hollywood trained imagination to gain perspective on the human race. For me channeling ET spirit guide Ohom, short for Open Heart Open Mind or One Heart One Mind or Oscar Harry Orion Max, your pick, is similar to method acting where I enjoy not worrying whether Ohom is real or not.

Healthy skepticism of my visions aside — beware of storytellers and chanellers who present spirit work too confidentially as literal fact — what I do happily know, is the clarity or some cool boon of GAIA, gained via my channeling of Ohom, brought love into my once lonely life in the form of my beautiful wife and partner in all things in, Elizabeth. You can learn more of our ET inspired love story and cool new business where we are bringing cool New Age alternate health products to the mainstream at this link

Enjoy the meditations!

Stop back because I’ll post all 24 planetary meditations and share how far I think we’ve come to their becoming real and how far we still have to go in achieving the quantum intentional shifts. Roughly 40 years if you believe what my spirit guide told me. We make these dreams real. And Ohom warned me it would not look like the meditations I did in Antarctica — and in many place like Egypt and the first Woman’s Day March in DC after the Trump Inauguration and more to come — will not look like they are working. I hope to live to 2060 to see them all come true. Ohom’s promised I will. And I’ve requested to Ohom that I be vital and young at 108. Always wise to be specific when manifesting your dreams.

See the theatrically screened the full 70 minute feature movie THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA, 12.12.12 FREE today on the About page at CoolestTechEver.com Learn the meditations that changed my life and that Elizabeth and I hope one day will change the world.

The Great Snake of Earth’s Timeline

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In 2011 Don Miguel Ruiz, best-selling author of THE FOUR AGREEMENTS invited me to join him at the pyramids of Teotihuacan Mexico as one of 18 handpicked students to learn Toltec wisdom. The invite happened at a time in my life where I was chilling on the workaholoic thing and bartering for room and board. So I was low on cash. But Don Miguel felt it important enough I attend that he paid most of my expenses to be on the journey. I am forever grateful.

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Me and Don Miguel Ruiz atop the Pyramid of the Sun

What was most remarkable about Don Miguel’s teachings was walking the spine of the snake of my life to trouble points where I retrieved lost personal power. I spent hours beneath the tomb of Quetzalcoatl walking over my visualization of the feathered serpent.

Last night I had a visit from one of the giants of spirit I met at Teo. I was shown the snakes, scientifically know as timelines, that weave together to create our multiverse. And astride the great snake-like strands of DNA stood a giant goddess responsible for maintaining maximum health for the snake of this world from it’s beginning to its end, Gaia. I saw that every world, big or smaller has a bundled timeline snake like Earth does and that it is the giant guardians’ job to protect it.

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I spoke telepathically to our planet’s timeline guardian, “Gaia, our world is beset by a gravity wave crushing down our planetary IQ. The result is a negligent stupidity that could lead to the death of all life on this world.”

Gaia pondered for a bit and answered, “I will not let life on this oasis perish. But I need help from the people of the world to lend me energy to help shield you from the gravity wave. This can come in the form of prayer or meditation. Send me your love.”

I was touched that Gaia did not seek to shame or blame we humans for all our antics. We are after all her creation and more powerful than we know as co-creators of this amazing world of earthly multiverses. We are also more affected by cosmic energy than we know. This world will of course eventually die. It is as inevitable as our own deaths. But we can join our energies with Gaia’s to make life on Earth as long as diverse as possible.

Longer life for earthly multiverses gives us all a bigger selection of lives to reincarnate within on this oasis in space time and to live infinitely within the great unbroken snake of space time.

AHO.

EXPO HEADS UP

Elizabeth and I are back to our beloved base in Sedona catching up after the enormous work of speaking, presenting our film about the recently passed beloved scientist Patrick Flanagan and hosting a booth the Conscious Life Expo for CoolestTechEver.com, which carries many of the doctor’s amazing inventions. There’s still another week  left to use coupon code EXPO to get special pricing.

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At the Sphinx with Elizabeth waering the abundance field enhancing Sensor V medallion by Dr. Flanagan offered at CoolesttechEver.com

Let Go of the Old and Relish in the New

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Sorry I’ve been off the blog beat since 12.9.19. Sadly, I’ve been grieving the loss of my dear friend, client and film subject the incomparable inventor/scientist Dr. Patrick Flanagan.

Losing Pat is like losing a brother for me. Blessedly, I’ve had visits from his amazing spirit I will write of soon here that have helped me cope. You see, my issue is that within the past decade I have had too many losses; I’ve lost my best friend in LA Bradley Quick, a father, a stepfather, a sweet pal from my days in Malibu, a dear but troubled brother and a beloved uncle. And now Pat.  Sigh.

So I hope you’ll excuse me that I’ve been lost from blogging to you dear reader for a time. I’ve been losing myself following the Impeachment, hoping to see some glimmer of justice for this bully that has stolen America’s soul.

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My visualization of Trump doing a Nixon that has not happened on this timeline.

But watching the farce that is the Senate Impeachment Trial has not helped quell my pain as America has lost its series of check and balances. Indeed, the farce trial has only been useful in making it crystal clear how far our Republican Party has fallen from grace.

As an independent I’ve voted Republican as often as I’ve voted Democratic. In fact, the Republican Party is the only party I have ever registered to be part of back in my real estate mogul days of late 20th Century. I used to appreciate the GOP’s ideal of smaller government and therefore lower taxes which they once stood proudly for with an evangelical flair.

And while the Donald did not get the impeachment pardon yesterday he wanted in time for bragging rights at the Super Bowl tomorrow, he did get the Republicans to unite to protect him in agreeing not to call new witnesses or offer evidence. These creepy politicians’ nerve in destroying America’s systems of checks and balances despite polls showing that 75% of Americans want a fair trail is beyond astounding and one of the saddest times of my long life.

OHOM TO THE RESCUE

Last night I licked my psychic wounds watching the amazing musical WEST SIDE STORY last night. Half way through my movie as a meditation night by the flicker of the fireplace, my guide Ohom whispers in my mind:

“Time to let go, Ken. Donald John Trump has served his spiritual purpose of drawing out America’s deep flaws and is now superfluous.”

“But we haven’t had the final vote, Ohom,” I complain, feeling guilty for getting so wrapped up in a political show that I know is run by the oligarchs and corporate banksters who truly own our government.

Ohom (which stands for (Open Heart Open Mind) says tells me, “The American the people must WILL the birth of the new and better world into full reality. How you do this begins in your own bright hearts not Donald Trump’s dark heart. As leaders of the free world the American people must:

1. Let go of all racist behaviors and have love for all. This means full restitution for the Native Americans and African Americans. A restoration of your country as the land of opportunity for all genders, races and creeds will then be achievable.

2. Americans must speak and seek truth and integrity in all things. Lies and cheating have no place in a world of peace.

3. Your billionaires and the 1% must pay their fair share. Only then can you as a people let go of greed and make an end to the lie of poverty.

4. You must end your meddling in the affairs of other sovereign lands like we ETs do with other worlds such as yours. You have evolved to the point where war is obsolete and you must turn our talents and energy to peaceful endeavors.

5. Last, and most importantly, before you travel to other worlds you must learn to take good care of this beautiful world and all life upon it. You must all make an effort to leave a smaller footprint, recycle and implement solar and wind power. Only then can you make this world the paradise you’ve all dreamed of.”

Ohom’s sage advice washes over me like a cleansing slave to the pain of the fake Impeachment trial. I close my eyes and picture the rope of negative energy that ties me to Trump pulling at my hands. The tug of terror to this idiotic old man with his fingertips on the nuclear arsenal is strong.

“Leave Trump behind. Ken. You have important work to do reaching the North Pole in 2020 to complete the work you did in 2012 in Antarctica. Let go.” Ohom’s voice echoes in my mind.

I feel the rightness of Ohom’s words and finally let go of the energy ropes leading to DC and Trump. Ones I’ve been clinging to since his election. The relief of disconnecting from Trump and the DC energy is instantaneous.

“Let’s anchor this letting go of the old, Ken.”

Ohom leads me to the puja my wife Elizabeth has made in the center of our house. Graciously, My consciousness stands aside as Ohom, my higher self located in another dimension, steps forward into my body and I become the observer.

Using my body, Ohom picks up the small globe of his ice world of Nektar. A world where technology has involved into a blissful new life form that resides in the 13th dimension in the Orion star system and places it on the floor in front of the puja. The replica of the planet Nektar quickly begins to feed energy to the earth’s core.

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High above the pristine skies of Sedona, the rings of the DreamShield, one circling the earth north and south, the other east to west, are frozen in place. More energy is needed to reactivate them! Ohom calls upon the ancient energies of 5 million years ago when Sedona Arizona was part of Antarctica. Nearby, Thunder Mountain rumbles to life, shimmering with white light in the January darkness. A jagged band of white energy races from Thunder Mountain to the Nektar globe in the center of our home.

An artillery shell shaped of blue light morphs from the globe of Nektar. More of the sacred sites in the Sedona area stir to life, Cathedral Rock, Airport Mesa, Bell Rock. Soon Sedona is a humming maze of jagged white lines of energy that dive through model of Nektar to the earth’s core.

The artillery shaped shell blasts the roof clean off our house and hurtles into space exploding upon the frozen DreamShield in blaze of blue light. With mighty groan of on metal on metal, sounding like the horn of Gabriel, the rings of the DreamShield I first witnessed in 2010 begin to turn. Slow at first the spinning speeds up geometrically to reform the powerful planetary DreamShield. It is only then I realize I have truly let go of all outcome in the Trump impeachment.

Ohom says, “The old world has ended and a new era has begun. Realize in this moment that each human being possess unique time space coordinates. And now I must return to my space time. I leave you and Ken to close our visit out via this blog. Please share”

Ok, I added the please share thing. Wow, this blog evolved over weeks of painful incubation. Hope you liked reading it as much I liked writing it.

It’s a good sign it came to full vision powered by the sad senate vote that has outraged many of we who truly love America, not just for what it was but will become.

Wrapping up, I hope you can too let go of Trump too. Look instead for leadership to people like Greta Thurnberg. She certainly has truly emerged a voice for a generation that does not have the luxury of time to waste that we Booomers did. Forgive we OK Boomers. We were lied to by the corporations seeking to evade blame for their destruction of our world. In any case we do not have time to waste on hand wringing about Trump or his lost Tea Party Republicans. Hoping Bernie makes it all the way in 2020!

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Mass Extinction By Willful Ignorance

On By Ken SheetzIn coolest meditation ever, DreamShield, global warming, Meditations on Trump, Planetary MeditationsLeave a comment

Meditate about it. Has there ever been a species that knew it was going extinct? Imagine the last two dodo birds arrogantly rejecting one another as mates and you now have a picture of the shit storm we are in for. Yep. We are on the fast track to be the first species on earth, perhaps the universe to gain the sad distinction of self-annihilation.

Humanity’s willful, what I’ll coin as our kind’s Ignorance-About-the Environment-Is-Bliss-Blindness, is rapidly turning earth into a dead world like Mars, where perhaps life once flourished.

For conservatives, we’ll even go so far as to elect fat cat leaders who whisper little sweet lies into our hear-no-evil ears there’s no such think as climate change. For liberals, we’ll believe unprovable far out theories that earth is simply going through a normal cycle of heating like all the other planets in the solar system. Heck, maybe even a new ice age is around the corner, one crackpot theory postulates, pandering to wooly thinkers who like the idea of wool as a saving grace.

In other words, political beliefs aside, we’ll all happily believe any bullshit tailored to our demographic except the sick truth that humans are poor caretakers of the our beautiful blue ball.

Never mind global temps have risen unceasingly for decades. It’s all good. Let’s scrape off the “overburden,” as the Canadians have dubbed Gaia’s top soil, and get the coal tar oil up and processed by destroying 35 millions square acres of irreplaceable land. To give you a picture of the scale of this Canuck insanity, only 26 of the individual states exceed 35 million acres.

To the south, the US is no better off with the Yanks drilling everywhere on the land and sea they can. Under Obama the USA became the largest oil producer on earth, surpassing Saudi Arabia. As a result the oil pouring into our water tables is going to make a lot more of our cities into Flints. Add to this nightmare one Mr. Paris Climate Accord be Damned Trump, seeking to break Obama’s oil record to please the oil and coal fat cats by giving away national park land for fracking like it’s going out of style and it’s enough to make one puke.

So how do we, those of us who are supposedly awake, stop this long walk off a short cliff we are collectively taking as one like a herd of slow-motion lemmings? If you’re a regular reader you know I am going to say meditate. In your meditations please visualize humanity wising the hell up before it’s too late for us and the rest of life on this planet.

But it’s also time to be an asshole with the clueless and their planetary killing rationalizations. Talk Mass Extinction 6, the one many scientists, say we are in right now, around the holiday dinner table like your life depends on it. Because it does. Start with not eating meat at Xmas dinner.

Explain to your Trump loving uncle that meat production is something the planet can no longer afford. Use this table from TreeHugger.com as proof of the 30 times greater energy consumption it takes to make one pound of hamburger than a pound of corn.

Get ready for the fact your Trump loving uncle won’t believe you as he asks you to pass the turkey. But you will have planted a seed. Sadly, it may take longer than we have left on this world for that seed to come to light in their consciousness. Nonetheless, you will have lit a candle in their dark minds. If enough of us do this and the 100th monkey effect WILL kick in. A guarantee straight from my ET spirit guide Ohom.

I’ve tried to go vegetarian before and failed. So I am no saint. But I’m hopping right over vegetarian and trying to straight to vegan. A month into this vegan adventure is working, even in the holiday feeding frenzy I am taking a meat break from. I have greater clarity and energy that has me kicking myself I never listened to a vegan angel named Sarah Kellett

Above all stay positive in the face of this insanity. I’ll close with this sarcastic as hell tool for trying to family to wake the F up.

Study Finds Mass Extinction Could Free Up Billions Of Dollars In Conservation Funding By 2024

THE ONION —Saying the extra income would be a major boon both for individual citizens and the country at large, a study released Monday by the Congressional Budget Office confirmed that a mass extinction of the world’s flora and fauna could free up billions of dollars in conservation funding over the next decade.

“According to our projections, if the ongoing global extinction of the world’s 8.7 million species continues at current rates, the U.S. stands to pocket some serious cash, likely enough to cover most infrastructure projects we’ve been putting off,” CBO deputy director Robert Sunshine said, adding that the elimination of entire ecosystems, such as rainforests, would usher in the elimination of Medicare and Social Security funding shortfalls as well. “Even if we just lost panthers, we’d be almost $1 billion ahead.

Take them and almost every other living creature out of the picture, and we could build a nationwide high-speed rail line and have some left over for a number of really amazing, top-of-the-line weapons systems.” Sunshine went on to confirm that the government has blueprints for fixing the nation’s education system “ready to go” the second humpback whales disappear.

Wishful thinking is dangerous. Keep it real. AHO.

See you in 2019 as we begin our push for meditations to halt global warming at the North Pole in 2020. Be cool and join the tribe at coolestmeditationever.com

Robin Williams Gives Newly Departed Friend a Whale of a Ride

On By Ken SheetzIn coolest meditation ever, DreamShield, Ken Sheetz, Meditations on Trump, Politics, Robin Williams, The Robin Williams VisitationsLeave a comment

During my stay at Malibu’s Great Spirits Ranch, hosting events and running social media for the bulk of 2012, I was blessed to meet many amazing stars of the LA spirit community.  One of those LA stars is now my partner in love, biz and life, Elizabeth England. We’ve been living in bliss together now for three years, nestled in a lovely home in Sedona.

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Annelise Balfour Couchman (Annalisa)

As we work round the clock to get the word out about an amazing line of EMF protection devices that literally save lives on our new CoolestTechEver.com e-commerce site, it can be easy to actually forget that magical time. A time when all of us in the yoga and meditation community across the planet were looking forward to the end of the Mayan calendar with hope for a new era in human awareness.

In that heady time, there was lovely woman named Annelise (Annalisa) Balfour who visited the Malibu ranch a few times for GSR events. Her mega-watt smile and contagious positive attitude made her a stand-out from the crowds who visited the 14 acres ranch, perched high above the city of Malibu in the Santa Monica mountains. Annelise was curious about my ET spirit guide Ohom and we had great conversation about the mission of the DreamShield to assist in gently elevating human consciousness through meditation.

Yesterday, amidst all the hype on FB surrounding the mid-term elections, which gratefully succeeded in the Dems taking the house to put some check on 45, I was shocked to learn that sweet Annelise had passed away from breast cancer. It instantly put all the nonsense surrounding Trump and our crazy-making politics into perspective.

Monday, at Ross Pittman’s of ConsciousLifeNews.com’s weekly power of eight meditation event, I asked the group to help Annelise on her journey. Everyone eagerly agreed. As soon as we all closed our eyes and dropped into our heart space I connected to my dear spirit guide Robin Williams; now enjoying an oceanic afterlife as a killer whale, after short reincarnations as a blue whale and a blue dolphin. Robin, who calls himself Nanu these days, volunteered to help in the group meditation.

Robin found Annelise’s spirit wandering the beach in Malibu. When she spotted Robin they connected telepathically and he playfully invited Annelise to swim out and climb aboard his back and hang onto his dorsal fin. Annelise happily accepted Robin’s invitation and soon they were off!

Annelise gleefully clung to Robin the killer whale like a mermaid born for this. Robin dove deep and soared up, flying from from wave to wave. Annelise laughed with carefree joy as the duo glided on the wind and waves.

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Now Robin dove deep.  Deeper and deeper, down to the bottom of the ocean he raced. At first Annelise worried about air but then chuckled she no longer had the need for mortal breathing. She gasped as up ahead a small portal of golden light opened, a glittering beacon on the dark ocean floor.

Robin told Annelise, “Sorry.  Too small for me. This is as far as I can take you, babe. Enjoy your journey to the center for the earth!”

I watched the vision from the Sedona meditation circle with a giddy smile as Annelise’s spirit accepted Nanu’s whale of an invite and dove into the golden portal. Her spirit easily glided though the layers of the earth, gaining in power. Soon she arrived at the planetary core. But instead of hot magma she was amazed the earth’s core swirled in molten gold.

A large golden lever that stuck out from a golden column beckoned to Annelise. Free of mortal hesitation, she pulled the golden lever sharply down. To her joy a wave of golden energy sailed from the earth’s core rocketing out to the surface and kept right on going throughout the solar system and the whole universe.

The vision ended and I shared the story with our Sedona meditation group. Others shared visions too of her powerful presence. And I felt immense gratitude for the abundant health of my love Elizabeth and the mutual support we give each other as we continue to grow and develop as leaders of the conscious community.

Today, America awoke to a renewed Congress, blessed with 100 women of many races and creeds who, to record turnouts, were elected yesterday. Thanks for helping make that happen, Annelise and my coolest ever mediation Sedona pals! Safe journeys on whatever you are up to next on the other side, Annalisa. I have a feeling your part of your work will be helping heal the idiotic divides between the people.

Oh, and I’ll pass your thanks onto spirit guide and killer whale Nanu, AKA Robin Williams.

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