Meditating on the Big Picture Behind the BIG LIE

In these menacing insurrection times it’s helpful to meditate on the big picture to regain some sense of objectivity. I needed a meditation to settle me down after a disturbing dip of my toe into the Monday night news about the cesspool that was the Nazi odal staged CPAC 2021. A strange almost occult event, complete with a golden idol Trump and fueled by our ever more fascist GOP filled with Trump wannabe liars.

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I took some deep breaths to launch myself into meditation. I closed my weary eyes and began to visualize the evolution of the human race, all the way from its early primitive cave people beginnings up to the troubling Q-soaked mind control times of today. A somber time where nearly half the US population is still enraged and enslaved by the dangerous BIG LIE that the Dems stole the election from Trump.

Some of us are trying to move on from the Trump era of arrogant incompetence and mean spirited thought, word and deed. I love Biden’s work 6 weeks into his presidency. But I am frustrated that so many of my fellow Yanks are clinging to the old ways of a GOP I believe is already dead. Living in the Trump BIG LIE reality unfortunately leaves many of my friends stuck in Q inspired racism, entwined in wilful spread of Covid, and knee-deep more karmic awfulness than George Orwell could imagine.

As a builder of skyscrapers and a maker of movies, I know firsthand that all things begin with imagining. Last night I yearned to imagine answers to the big picture behind the BIG LIE. And so I set my vivid imagination went to workless work.

I began to visualize, as if from deep planetary orbit, our blue world spinning through space time. The curve of humanity’s negative traits and positive traits presented themselves as a wild mesh of blue and red strands of energy. Thin blue and red lines streaked along the path of earth’s trajectory within this galaxy and our Milky Way galaxy in a glorious dance of the cosmos.

Now the visualization meditation took on a life of its own. Indeed, it was, as it often is for me, it seemed as though the universe was revealing something profound to me. Somehow this unfolding epiphany allowed me to let go of seeing the blue and red as good versus evil. Instead I witnessed the web of human lifelines simply as primitive thinking versus evolved thinking.

The lines of primitive thinking, represented in red by (Who else?) Trump, were energized by the people who love him simply for his being racist. Lines of the blue higher consciousness reality swirled in space time among the stars as a lighter and hipper energy more in tune with my frequency I wish to be a part of.

I watched the human wave of consciousness expand from its tiny prehistoric origins into vast balls of blue and red lifeline threads of today’s harrowing times. And then I saw that humankind stands at a great fork in reality. In the blue fork of reality, humankind ascends into a space faring race that populates the stars, emerging after eons a species immortal through exploration of space and our own diversity. But in the other fork, the red dominated one, humankind does not even master this single world that we’ve been gifted by the universe. And sadly in a relatively short span of time from 2021 humanity’s beautiful time lines all end in our species’ extinction.

I observed all this sorrow without forgetting to remain relaxed and to keep breathing. Then something wonderful arose in my vision. The shorter red Trumpian dominated timeline bent into a loop where alpha and omega met and humankind’s collective life force rode the entire rise and fall of humanity over and over. All of this beauty experienced each time as new personas.

And so the finite red timeline evolved from Trumpism had it’s own form of immortality, expressed as looped lifetimes. Now I visoned there were two primary ways for humanity to exist infinitely. Each valid for it’s own kind, those who cling to the past and those who look forward to the future.

I slowly opened my eyes, gradually coming back to this reality. The TV was playing Wonder Woman 1984. The fireplace filled our living room with warmth and orange light. My beautiful wife Elizabeth was sound asleep on the couch, snoring lightly. My rescue dog Lincoln was cozy-ed up to me in my easy chair. I continued not to judge either fork in the human wave of timelines that my mind saw as diverging as either right or wrong. I felt blessed that the universe provides infinite possibly via the quantum physics of the mult-verse.

A deep sense of gratitude and relaxation washed over me. And then I gave myself a gift… I let go of the loop Trump universe and all it represents. You see, I prefer to go forward to the reality timeline where the human wave populates the stars. A bigger joy awaits me there.

Peace to all realities.

One Theory for Letting Go of the Judgement of Good and Evil

What if the Humanity Was Simply A Species With Many Forms of Conscious Reality Inter-folded Thought Universes, Projected on a 3D Framework Called Earth and All of it In Pain About Lack of Mutual Respect?

Wouldn’t accepting that tricky premise

Make life sweeter, reducing menace?

Hear me out, duality known as brother and sister

For ideas are flowing out of my head like a twister

On a new moon night

When fancy takes flight

On golden Zepher wings

Elizabeth kissed me to a new dimension tonight

A dimension of pure delight

She’ll never know how grateful

I am to have her as my brideful

On Leap Year night

I reach new height

Fashioned of love never-ending

Time and space a bending

From the distance of these mental heights

I see the bubble universes of many mights

A puzzle for humanity unfolding

Gaze past all judging and scolding

Of the Good over Evil’s itch

Of the Poor over the Rich

A rich sorely misunderstood

“How can the Poor not see our good?”

Say the Rich lamenting,

“Of our abundant manifesting!”

Rich people feel they’re better

Because they believe they ARE better

At endless abundance generation

Not seeing the Poor’s love concentration

Leaves them less desirous of things

And more interested in angel wings

In the Poor human’s universe

The Rich are viewed as perverse

After all Jesus said, ” It is easier for a camel

To pass thru the eye of a needle.

Than for a Rich man to enter

The gates of Heaven’s center.”

So the Poor see the Rich as evil and vent

Causing the Rich hate Poor for their judgement

“If you Poor,” they complain,” see not our magnificence

Then relentless attack upon the Poor is our best defense.”

Perhaps, and I don’t really know,

But perhaps, if the rich let go

And stop hurting the poorest

Then perhaps, just perhaps, then mirth

And peace will break out upon the Earth

TRUE peace this world has never seen

Wealth shared freely

With our populace gratefully

Raising up the Rich to new heights

Of adoration Justly without new fights

Bringing us a new way

To live come what may

This ET view of what lies here below

On the earthly realities we each sow

Wishes for peace between all living consciousness

Co-existing harmoniously in loving oneness

A new reality crafted of many dimensions

Living peacefully in good intentions

Many species, human and otherwise

One cannot help surmise

The gummy drop realities

Sparkle in multi-dimensionalities

Good is just a slice of space time

No different than the infinite rest

Evil an angry dimension

One that must learn to keep to itself

Make no more mischief, oh evil elf

Focus love on this ball in space

Where every creed and race

Is dutifully recorded frame by frame

In the Akashic record, name by name

If we work hard enough

If we are tough enough

If we are smart enough

If we are loving enough

We will find a way

And save the day

For this this planet

Made of magical granite

End OHOM (Open Heart Open Mind) transmission.

I want to dedicate this channeled ET poem, maybe a song or film one day, to my love, my wife, my everything Elizabeth Mary England.

I know how hard it will be to live the ideal of this ET poem. But, hey, no one ever said overlapping all the dimensions of this globe’s population, increased to this absurd density, would be easy did they?

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

 

 

The Great Snake of Earth’s Timeline

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

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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THE BIG PICTURE BEHIND TRUMP’S PRESIDENCY

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Please watch the film if you’ve not seen yet or to refresh the 24 planetary healing meditations today!

 

Mass Extinction By Willful Ignorance

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

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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Bernie Pulls a Kramer

In one of Seinfeld’s most famous episodes: Kramer hires a hard-boiled New York lawyer to rep him in a lawsuit against a major coffee company.  Unbeknownst to Kramer the Java coffee company is prepared to start out of court settlement talks at $50,000 and free coffee at any of their stores for life.

But before the coffee company can even say more than “free coffee” Kramer leaps to his feet and settles for a single cup of coffee.

Bernie Pulls a Kramer by Ken Sheetz

From the few concessions we are learning of, Bernie appears to jumped to his feet for the DNC and Hillary campaign shouting, “I’ll Take it!” and pulled a Kramer.  The Bern’s actions seem more motivated by fear of Trump than a true liking for Hillary’s corporatism. But the path of fear is never the way to the light.

Or is this shocking Hillary endorsement the master stroke of a 74-year-old political veteran who plans to fight on at the DNC as FDR did so long with a similar endorsement? One can only hope as Hillary is not a good fit with the principles of Bernie campaign backers and the path to brighter future we all are meditating for.

I really don’t know.  None of us do because of the old school back-room politics Bernie’s Hillary endorsement represents.  In any case, the sorry result is that large numbers Bernie’s supporters are feeling betrayed and abandoned like Kramer’s lawyer did to hilarious effect on Seinfeld, as you can watch below. Only in real-life abandonment is never funny.

And watch Bernie’s Kramer here from my favorite politico.

EPIC ET Angelic Light and Laughter Transmuting Epic Darkness Into the New!

Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.  – Helen Keller

Happy Sunday morning.  Enjoying my home like it’s a log cabin despite the defective HVAC duct I taped off.  Many of my friends are saying “lawyer up” and sue the negligent landlord, because dear readers, I almost passed this week.  A combination of my normally manageable sleep apnea combined with the fiberglass I breathed in, painful to expel from my body, to become a deadly mix that almost sent me to work on the other side.   I became almost impossible to live with as my fear rose, as a few of my dear friends can attest.

Fear for my own life is not what made me so hard to get along with this week.  I have lived a long amazing life at 61.  I don’t really fear death.  Fact is I practically welcome it as the dichotomy of tragedy like the Malaysian airline shot down this week with the positive changes happening in an awakening humanity are maddening.  Rather, I lost faith and feared not being able to do my 50 year mission that began in 2010.  What keeps me fixed to earth right now is my selection by ETs in 2010 as a connector to their wisdom and distinct instruction I must live until the year 2040 to help usher in an age of balance of the dark and light.

The air crash had me in tears this difficult week.  I posted this to Facebook a few days ago:

10552363_10152272410162029_2732960865424008810_nHow small this world is. One of my fellow SoulDrama trainees of client/friend Connie Miller‘s amazing global workshops, where DreamShield was born in a yoga hall in Italy, was traveling to Indonesia when her plane was shot down over the Ukraine and she perished with 295 others.

Hanny was an angel in training, awakening thousands of souls around the world to their full potential. RIP Hanny and all your fellow passengers. What the dark side cannot know is they have made you even more powerful angel in shifting this mixed up world into the light.

Though I never met you, my fellow Soul Dramatist, I will miss you, Hanny Huntjens.

Then this morning this came through loud and clear that all is not as it seems and I posted to Facebook.

I had a powerful vision of Hanny and all the passengers this morning. As the missile hit, and all was flame, I saw Hanny and each passenger transcend their human form. They became a fire of love and light, no fear as they rocketed for the soil of the war-torn Ukraine. As the passengers, crew and plane itself impacted the earth a shock wave of love and light raced outwards. A tidal wave of peaceful loving energy to heal a land taking this world to the brink of nuclear war. Satisfied their sacred mission was accomplished, all board willed the plane to reassemble into a jet of light and love and they, the new human angels of Malaysia flight MH17, lifted off to their home cities across the globe to comfort the hearts and souls of those they left behind.

About 20 minutes later, in that light sleep stage where the Orion ETs like to reach me before my busy day begins, I was shown the balancing act of my life mission in my existence in an amazingly fast life review.  Darkness, even something as dark as Hanny and her fellow passengers and the crew who died transcended the darkness with their light.  It’s all cosmic fuel for transforming the word, as was 9/11.

My outlook on all tragedy has changed so much.  I bless my bizarre experience with my negligent landlord for showing me it can all be used, like a rope of white light weaving with a roped dark as space.  Yes, we must honor our human feelings of outrage and grief that this energetic still needs to happen in this world.  But is getting easier for me to accept the pain for its higher end and move on.  Come the end of my lease on Halloween, how appropriate, assuming my health has returned that what I will do and bless my bad landlord for his lessons.  Perhaps a good PI attorney can transmute it in a financial blessing.  So even if I do “sue the bastard” as the saying goes, it will not be done from anger but love and laughter.

So there I am ready to start my day when I release the rage over a tough week and weave it, the rope of light and dark and I see the rope gather into ball of grey energy and from one end a shaft of bright light heads into space, and another dives for the new central core of the planet the ETs, teleported in this busy spirit week to help shift humanity faster, and I see the rope of darkness drop and anchor into the new core.  The rope of dark and shaft of light based in Sedona join the 24 twins we constructed in Antarctica.  Now I see all the Antarctica meditations are designed to shift humanity’s darkness to light.  Like “Greed to Sharing”, coolest ever meditation number 12.

That’s when the angels started laughing at and with me in my bed.  An ET angelic chorus of laughter that it took me 61 years to figure this out.  I was not embarrassed at my clueless self, as 61 years is the blink an eye to the universe.  Heck no! I laughed right along with the ET angels and began my Sunday feeling like a new man!

“Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.” – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

 

DARK AWAKENING: A Mother’s Journey

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Mom age 18

Today my 86-year-old mother sets off on a road trip from her condo in Vegas to try to right the ship of my brother’s wrecked life in Florida.  She’s passing through Sedona about noon today and we’ll have lunch unless my stepfather, also 86, gets on his epic only stopping for restroom breaks binge he falls prey to.  I hope not.  I’d love to hug mom as thanks for her courage in traveling the 6,000 mile round trip.

Followers of my blog and Facebook page know that my brother fell off a 27 year recovery wagon in his retirement journey to Florida.  He wasted his 13 day forced recovery when he almost died last fall of bleeding ulcers and went through two near deaths experiences blogged of here.

Fred’s epic fall from sobriety is all too common these days.  Sadly, even only 10% of AA members stay sober and clean.  And that modest 10% makes them #1 on the planet as the best for a sustained recovery after detox.  Without an AA support group the chance of a relapse is almost 100%. I had studied all this trying to get my brother into recovery when we almost lost him in the fall.  His ego would not permit this help.  Ego really is like an elephant that likes to sit on your house.

I believe, but have no proof, Fred quickly fell into the drug culture that plagues Florida.  All of us in the family that have leaned on Fred as a rock during his 27 year sobriety were shocked how fast my brother fell from grace.  Over only a 90 day period he went from the proud owner of a new home and puppy to be arrested 3 times, one of those times supposedly for animal abuse of his new puppy.

Though she’s making mistakes enabling my brother, I’ve been amazed at the depth my mother’s love in trying to rescue my brother from himself.  I’ve tried to tell her unless he gets into recovery he’ll end up right back in jail again.  Mom does have a financial stake in my brother’s mess he’s made of his life as she co-signed on the mortgage that got him the house of his dreams.   My brother has consented from jail to have the house sold.  There are limits to what mom will do to help Fred.  She’s refused to let him lein the house to bond his freedom.  A wise thing as my brother was arrested fleeing a warrant for his arrest in his dark awakening you can read more about on the blog.  I plan to record this whole chain of events as a cautionary tale to people drinking and drugging too much, and falling prey to today’s overzealous legal system.  Sick people like Fred need treatment not prison.

Mom comes from a generation unfamiliar with the dangers of drugs like crystal meth and crack cocaine and how they can transform a person into a criminal, make them lie and cheat and steal for the drugs of choice.  I’ve been doing my best to educate my mother and explaining why enabling can make things worse in the end for an addict.  The mortgage she co-signed compels her to take action.  Age 86 is not the time to lose your nest egg to a son who fell so low as to be negligent of his duties to care for a house Mom helped him get.

Before I broke off all conversation with my kid brother, he was relishing in a childhood memory of a nasty prank he pulled of disconnecting the transmission on mom’s car.  It totaled her silver blue T-bird and could have killed her.  I was furious that for all these years my brother had gotten away with pinning this evil prank on our drunken father.  Fred got mad at me for placing the blame where it belonged.

I am blessed to have never drank and drugged, aside from some college experiments and the famed 3 martini lunches of the 80s business world.  Addiction has never had a grip on me.  Seeing what my mother must do makes me ever more grateful that I am an addiction fighter.  See my blog about a meditation to end addiction in the world in Nashville in 2011 for more on this.

My brother Fred makes NBC News in Florida for all the wrong reasons.
My brother Fred makes NBC News in Florida for all the wrong reasons.

Someone asked me recently, “Aren’t you worried about sharing such personal stories about your brother’s problems?”

I answered, “Sadly he’s way out there in the public eye.”  My brother has even made the local Florida TV news and is featured for his supposed puppy abuse on a national website.  Fred’s gaunt face in mug shots looks drug induced to my sharp eye serving an addiction radio show as their media adviser.  One day if he wants to be in my life again he is going to have to prove he’s not been on drugs or admit and ask forgiveness for putting the family through his hell.

A powerful Sedona psychic says if Fred gets into recovery his life ahead is especially positive. Recovery treatment, even if this all just alcohol related, is mandatory in Fred’s possible reentry to my life.  After all I said he would be cut off from me to give him incentive to stay clean and sober not to truly give up on him.

My mother said, “Kenneth, aren’t you afraid of making Fred not sending him money in jail?  What if he shows up at your place in Sedona?  He knows where you live.”

“Mom, if I was not afraid of my abusive father why would I be afraid of a brother who has turned abusive.?  If he shows up on my doorstep without recovery plan that’s been in effect a year he’s in for a visit to the Sedona police and the AZ police are even tougher than Florida cops,” I said with a calm that surprised me.

Fear fighting is one of the primary mission of DreamShield.  I won’t live in fear of governments, corporations and certainly not messed up brothers.  I told mom, “I could die crossing the street if it’s my time to go.  If I die at the hands of drug addled brother I surrender to that.  I do not live in fear of anyone or anything and I suggest mom you do the same.”

Addiction is at the heart of much of the world’s issues.  And as a society we are addicted to war, oil, meat consumption and more.  I am proud of Mom and send her a DreamShield ET escort to watch over her for a safe return to Las Vegas, a place she retired to for her love of Keno.  Keno is her pet addiction.  One that’s well under control.  Mom plays with nickels.  Now, she plays in the biggest gamble of her life, saving her son’s life savings and freeing herself from his mortgage.

10467477_10152213797132029_1962029261_oUpdate:  Yay!  Happy to have connected to mom and wish her well on the journey.  My stepfather Nick is like an open book.  He’s not happy about the trip and all the driving ahead. 

Mom held my hand as I walked her to the car after treating her and Nick to lunch and said, “I know we met up on this trip to Florida with you for reason, Kenneth.”

I smiled.  Squeezed her hand and said, “Maybe it was for me to lend you my luck.  Stay focused.  Get yourself off Fred’s mortgage.  Use the police if any of druggy friends show up to cause trouble.  Fred’s the one in jail.  Not you. The law is on your side and you have a right to clean up this mess.”  And I then gave her a big kiss on the cheek for luck and I led them back to the freeway and off to Florida.