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KOKOPELLI RIDES WITH JESSE JAMES IN NASHVILLE

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.” – Ancient Native American Proverb

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Jesse James

Night’s sleep on the ranch was filled with incredible pre-vision dreams for the big meditation the next day.  In one dream I saw the spirit of Jesse James, who stayed on this ranch once back in the day, riding a ridge, gunning down addiction spirits with his six-shooter.  I was up with the birds and morning sun as it dawned over Lee McCormick’s Spirit Recovery Ranch, about 40 miles west of Nashville.

Sneaking for the kitchen not to wake the other DreamShielders, I looked over the new recovery home which we were the first guests to ever stay here.  Lee told us the day before that he hand-picked all the furniture for the cozy place that sleeps 4 with two full baths.  The first one up, I made some coffee and sat out on the porch on one of the beautiful white rockers that overlooked one of Lee’s many cattle fields on the 2000 acre ranch.

As the sun rose above the tree line i thought back to a painting I’d done from my imagination back in college of a sunrise.  I’d know before getting out of bed that this would be that same sunrise that I’d had painted some 30 years earlier.

My ex-wife hated the painting and it spent the entire 18 years of my marriage in the basement.  After the divorce, and the painting coming back into my life, I noticed it had fine cracks from all the years of exile in the damp.  When I painted over those cracks they revealed amazing symbols that remind me of a past life as a Native American and the great spirit of Kokopelli.

Here’s the Kokopelli painting featuriing a lovely woman named Amy who dropped in and out of my life in a single day.  Amy was lost in Agoura Hills and asked for directions when she passed me on the street in her white Lexus.  Amy looked like she had perhaps enjoyed a few to many drinks over dinner at the nearby Mexican restaurant and so I invited her into my place for coffee until she was fit for the road.

Amy loved my Kokopelli painting so much that she asked to take this picture front of it. What are the odds that a buzzed stranger would wander into my life for a blink and be in a 30 year old picture of a painting to end up in this blog about healing earth of addiction?  I used to say these things were “weird” now I say they are “perfect”.  A perfect example of the precision of the universe.

Dr. Sarah Larsen at Spirit Lodge

As I sipped on my perfect coffee at Lee’s ranch, I thought back on last night after dinner.  Sometimes I think the angels picked me for this work because I am a Hollywood comedy writer ,when I am not helping usher in a gentle 2012 or working in my day job as a social media dude.  It’s hard for me resist an easy joke in a funny situation.  This part of me grew from having a lovable dad who sadly was also the classic “mean drunk”.  My job as kid, I somehow felt, was to keep Dad laughing.  Long as he was laughing the mean stuff was kept at bay.  And thus Ken the family joker was born.

My Dad’s recent passing had reawakened my trickster self.  So when I saw a chance for a prank in the form of a noisy trapdoor that popped open whenever you opened the door to Bradley’s room I could not resist.  I selected Dr. Larsen as my prank target and told her something strange was happening in the closet she had to see!  When I sprung the little trap door Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin.  Imagine my surprise when instead laughter and a playful swat, my usual family comedy result, Sarah shot me hurt look and burst into tears.

Bradley had sensed in advance the joke was too scary.  Now I regretted not following his advice to forget pulling the prank.  Bradley shot me a “Told you so” glare as he gave Sarah a warm hug until she calmed down.  I felt like a heel.  I wanted laughter but here were tears.  We talked it out.  Sarah Larsen forgave me.   But it would take me a couple of days to forgive myself for unintentionally scaring her so much.

Lee McCormick Gets Pranked by Kokopelli With a Flat Tire At Spirit Recovery Ranch

My prank had fully awakened Kokopelli energy and the rest of the trip was filled with funny moments.

Kokopelli’s topper happened on a ride back from the medicine wheel with Lee.  No sooner had the other Sarah on this trip — Sarah Wellborn of Mt. Shasta ,Califironia, who it turns out is a fellow prankster — kidded me that we should rename DreamShield to Light Pranksters, than Lee’s truck hit a huge spike in the field!  Pow!  Flat tire!  Ba-dum-dum!

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Personal Healing for Addiction Work in Nashville

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“Self-Sabotage is when we say we want something and then go about making sure it doesn’t happen.” – Alyce P. Cornyn-Selby

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Having conducted 26 official DreamShield planetary meditations and countless personal ones aimed at ushering in the gentle 2012, I thought this DreamShield about curing earth of addiction was going to be easy at Lee McCormick’s amazing Spirit Recovery Ranch.

After all we’d done meditations to shield earth from asteroids, holding the tectonic plates together, erased the dreaded BermudaTriangle and on glorious angel work on.  What is addiction compared to all that?  Answer: A LOT.

Addiction to oil is killing our world, creating wars.  Addiction to media and the cyber world is robbing us of our human connection.   Addiction money rips parents from their children.  Addiction to substance as Lee McCormick put it is the least of our many addiction problems here on earth.

Angel Guided Diagram to Cure Earth of Addiction by Ken Sheetz

This all got started when I awoke one morning with a vision November of 2010 of a black hole at the heart of all humanity, complete with a diagram on how to cure this addiction flaw to our DNA.  And I saw that Lee’s 2000 acre cattle ranch that doubles as one of America’s leading recovery centers with a staff of over 80 was perfect in every way.  After just one phone conference Lee accepted the challenge of this enormous vision to cure earth of addiction by 2012 with gusto and coolness.

Unfortunately, as the big addiction meditation approached… my father died.  I was thrown for a cosmic loop and lost touch with the angels in my cloud of gloom and pain.  You see, my dad was loving family man when sober but when he drank he turned him into a human wrecking ball for me and all around him.  In talks at Dad’s funeral with my second youngest brother, Dad’s favorite, who took more of the brunt as of dad’s black hole than me, my brother said, “Addiction can never be cured, Ken.  What your doing is nuts.”

Doubts began to fill me.  I shrunk backwards on my spiritual growth.  By the time I returned to LA from my Dad’s funeral and the Bermuda triangle meditation I was a spiritual basket case.

One day when my client and roomie Bradley Quick, who I had invited on the trip to Nashville, made an innocent, if fat-headed, remark about making up time away from his social media work for dad’s funeral I lashed out with a promise to vacate our working arrangements.  I went so far as to leave the call to Lee if he wanted Bradley to join us after all.  Lucky for me Lee is a pro with all the issues of not just addicts but their family members like me and he got things straight between Bradley and me with grace and respect.

How cool is Lee McCormick?  Here we are with Lee arriving at his Spirit Recovery Ranch on 2/11/11.  You’ll get it.

Fortunately also, Laura De Leon of Mystic Muse worked with me like I was a prize fighter, getting me back into spiritual shape for the big fight in Nashville.  And thanks to her work I eventually saw that I was projecting my own fears and doubts about this vital mediation onto Bradley.  Who is also an addiction pro when it comes to the kids of addicts like me and took my emotional roller coaster ride with gentle calm.

What finally got me ready for 2/12/11 was giving up on being strong about all this.  Surrendering, as they say in AA, to a higher power.  I was humbled before this mighty task.  After apologizing to the angels and Bradley, I told him Lee and Sarah and another Sarah joining our meditation team, Sarah Wellborn of Mt Shasta fame, that I needed all their love and support, as well as Laura’s and all our team around the world, to get through what was going to be my most difficult, and very personal, meditation for DreamShield.

The night before the event Bradley spoke to a group of recovery at Lee’s amazing Spirit Recovery Ranch.  I marveled as he touched their hearts.

How good was Bradley’s speech? In the Q&A a client asked him what was his proof that God exists.  Bradley did not even miss a beat as he told the client about his proof in God, or higher power is the perfectness of what is, which you can see in this video where Lee and Bradley interact.

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Soft Nashville Landing

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Rachel & Robert

” A friend is someone who understand your past, believes in your future and accepts you just the way you are”- Unknown

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When last I left you, dear reader, I had just been rescued from a blizzard at the Nashville airport by a friend of Dr. Sarah Larsen, Rachel Paul, a professional photographer and former college roomie.  Rachel is amazingly big-hearted, like many of the friends of Sarah’s I have been lucky to meet in this unexpected spiritual journey that grew out of my social media BuzzBroz work.

Rachel drove the 3 hour round trip through ice and snow that normally would have been half an hour without a single gripe.  At last we safely reached her lovely house, tucked deep in the woods of a secluded Nashville affluent area.  Her husband Robert, a gentle lion of a man, happily helped us carry our bags into the house as he welcomed us in.

A big fire Robert made for the impromptu event greeted us in the old hearth of this lively home of these two talented artists.  Old timbers and warm wood floors perfectly reflected the charm and Southern hospitality of this couple who made me feel instantly at home in the reflection of their love for Sarah.

Dr. Sarah Larsen at Spirit Lodge

Rachel and Robert made a tasty dinner for us from stuff we had picked up at the grocery store after the escape from the airport where others less fortunate we had met prepared for a night sleeping on airport chairs.  But the best part of dinner for ice cream lover Bradley Quick, my guest lecturer and supporter in this planetary meditation, was the three flavors of ice cream they set on the table for desert.

Bradley Quick lived up to his name and quickly called the couch.  So I ended up in a sleeping bag on the floor.  I was cold all night despite all the many blankets Rachel gave me, but my inner Larry David was silent for a change.

During the night many downloads, a term light workers use to describe the info that flows to us from who knows where, came to me like energetic snowflakes.  We were here after all for a DreamShield mediation I’d had in a vision 2 months ago to free the earth of addiction at Lee McCormick’s amazing Spirit Recovery Ranch. But I was nervous about this mediation.  Life with my dad as a kid had been plagued by his drinking and I was in short, no fun for anyone to be around, even the angels or ETs or wherever this data for DNA transformation was coming from.

The next day it was still so unusually cold for this part of America that the roads were still not safe to travel to Lee’s Ranch, 4o miles west of town.  But Rachel and Robert were happy to extend our visit and I was almost as happy as Sarah to be here.

As Sarah and Rachel whipped up an amazing breakfast while getting caught up on life, I caught myself laughing that the couch had turned out not to be so comfortable after all for the quick Mr. Quick.

BTW, here is Sarah and Bradley in a interview on where you can see the great healers in action.

Lee and Mee

That night Lee treated us all to an amazing concert with a collection of great artists led by Sean Gallaway, a pal of Sarah’s husband Greg at the lovely Bellcourt Theater to a packed enthusiastic crowd.   In the Bellcout lobby I at last met Mee Tracy, Lee’s amazing wife, has been a client of my social media company BuzzBroz for almost a year now but we’d never met until the concert.  I promote her amazing Princess Know it All YouTube channel that is over gotten of a quarter of a million views so far.  I am huge fan of Mee’s work, client or not.  A trained Hollywood actor, Mee’s videos carry a beautiful message of hope and health that rock.  Here’s a sample.

What I’d not expected is that Mee looks so much larger than life on film, as so many stars in Hollywood do!  I towered over her as we said hello for the first time in person.  It felt great to have Rachel and Robert join us as guests for the concert.

I enjoyed Sean Gallaway’s music with a message of change for 2012 and beyond.  One song hit all my buttons, The Real More.  It’s about people who get rich only to find they are unhappy and in search of the real meaning of life, which I have come to learn, at least for me as a guy who once built Oprah’s studios and was worth about 12 million bucks before hitting 40, is about giving to the world. Here’s a taste with an intro by the man himself, Lee McCormick.

After the concert we were treated to a party on Nashville’s Music Row at a new sober living house that Lee had just opened with his partner from England.  I was bushed and despite the lovely crowd I headed for the quiet peace of Rachel and Robert’s home.

Yep, I was still exhausted over the loss of my dad and the 3 nights of solo DreamShield meditations in the Bermuda Triangle.  I was nervous and unsure I’d be up for the important work.  Later, Sarah Wellborn from Mt. Shasta joined Sarah Larsen at Rachel and Robert’s.  I was not very good company after the big day and talked about perhaps taking a long break from DreamShield after Nashville.

My inner Larry David was kicking up again and all this good will and peace was giving me a headache.  Luckily for me everyone was having too much fun to pay much attention to my self doubts.

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Snow for Nashville Addiction Meditation

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, Uncategorized2 Comments
~ Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users? ~ Clifford Stoll

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As our plane from LA, where it had been 80 and sunny, landed in a driving snow storm and 14 degree temperatures in Nashville.  I wondered if I had done a Bugs Bunny and took a wrong turn at Albuquerque for Mt. Shasta?

Back in my hometown of Milwaukee 4 inches of snow would be nothing for the snow plows and salt trucks.  But here in the south where it hardly ever snows, the country music capital of the world was as paralyzed as Elvis without his fried peanut and banana sandwiches.

At baggage claim I got our Nashville host Lee McCormick of Spirit Recovery on the cell phone and he apologized for not being able to get out to pick us up.  Lee suggested we grab an airport hotel and regroup in the morning.

But Dr. Sarah Larsen was not up for an impersonal hotel in the city she went to med school and met her equally spiritual husband Greg.  Soon radio talk show host and guest for this meditation on addiction, Bradley Quick, Sarah and me were inching through the winter wonderland of the South in the red Jetta of Rachel, a wonderful former classmate of Sarah’s.

Cars lay in the ditches everywhere as Sarah and Rachel chatted joyfully while I white-knuckled it.  Light workers, of which although I do these planetary meditations I do not consider myself to truly be one as yet, are unafraid of most things.  This tends to drive me nuts.  Think “Larry David as a light worker” and you have a pretty close idea of my dynamic in this equation.

The best I could do in Rachel’s car as the tires spun going up a freeway hill was say, “Oh well.  If we die at least I lived a full life.”  Everyone else in the car was having a blast as I wondered why the angels in Italy had picked a man like me, who until Italy, thought UFOs and angels were all nonsense.

The character of the leper, Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, came to mind as we reached the abandoned side streets of the affluent Hillsborough neighborhood, who despite his disbelief performs miracles.

Yes, this is me pretty much in the story I am living about 2012.  Despite seeing beautiful visions  of angels place a energetic shield about the earth, conversing with Elvis, Ramses, Lincoln and my Dad’s ghosts and seeing myself on a higher plane as an alien who scrambled the codes to earth’s chakrahs eons ago, vanquishing the Bermuda Triangle and a host of other energetic spectacles, anyone of which could be a movie, I somehow remain in part an unbeliever in the spiritual work I myself am helping facilitate!

It’s only the impact of reducing 2012 fears, my original mission that keeps me going.  Or as Lee puts it so eloquently “Show up and be of service.  You don’t need to believe in the work for the work to work.”

All this hard internal look at the work erupted over coffee with producer Barnet Bain, of WHAT DREAM MAY COME fame, when he suggested the name of DreamShield itself could imply a fear based mentality regarding 2012.  Had I fallen into the classic trap of trying to counteract fear with fear like so many religions and belief systems had done in the past?

My father’s death, less that 4 weeks ago as I write, has reminded me how much of my life I spent in fear of him coming home drunk or a happy event leading to bender.  And I realized it was snowing as much in my heart as the icy landscape of frozen Nashville.

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Pre-Vision Work “Nashville Addiction Meditation”

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“Fear is the chief activator of our faults.”

-Fr. Emmerich Vogt

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Exhaustion and sorrow overtook me upon my return to LA.  My father’s funeral and the Bermuda Triangle mediation had taken a heavy toll.  By the time I limped home to the room I rent by donating time to Bradley’s Quick’s Cool Change Foundation I was ready to throw in the towel and fell into my old patterns of self-sabotage.

Fortunately, Laura De León of MyMysticMuse took on the big job of getting me back into DreamShield shape in time for Nashville and the big 2/12 global addiction meditation at Lee McCormick’s Spirit Recovery Ranch, a DreamShield sponosr.  An even bigger job because of my childhood issues you see expressed in this video I donated for Bradley’s charity.

Knowing that I have more support for this work than I’ve ever had for anything in my life, I went with the flow, not fighting my emotions to see what new world this worm hole would take me to in the pre-vision work with Laura.

During one key session, Laura enjoyed the persona of a fiery Scott, a comedic spiritual bad-ass named Angus McPherson, that I’ve dreamed up.  Angus is an enforcer spirit for the Galactic Federation of Light and he’s been given unlimited powers to deal with hostile forces in violation of the Treaty of Pangea to leave earth.

In a solo DreamShield mediation held just after Christmas, Angus served the official notice for hostile alien forces to evacuate Earth by midnight 12/31/10.  Angus, despite vast powers greater than the character Superman, is fair and kind and he cuts off-world beings a lot of slack. But if they take that for being a doormat they end up getting booted off this blue planet, door and all.

Laura helped me set my internal energy points using the Angus persona, so that I don’t play things too small or too big in the work of DreamShield.  The other day I was feeling weak and small, overwhelmed by earthly money issues and my dad’s death, by simple concentration using Laura’s MyMysticMuse techniques I was in the right energy space again in no time.

I can’t say enough good things about Laura’s MyMysticMuse work for creatives like me.  Here’s Laura on a talk show called Life Changes talking about her work.

God love him, Angus did not take kindly to my father’s death to cancer 3 weeks ago.  He saw it as an attack on me and my loved ones for the work of DreamShield.  Angus hunted down cancer causers beneath the streets of Paris with the help of a cool dragon he commands, his sword of power and his invincible strength.  I would not be surprised to see a huge drop in cancer stats in this period.  Internal work does have a real impact in the external world.  Heal ourselves and we heal the world and vice versa.

I love the Scottish lad for his fierce work.  The cancer meditation was the most powerful self-healing meditation I’ve ever done with more ass-kicking fun that any action movie I’ve ever watched!  At the end of the session, Angus was then attacked with death rays by a fleet of hostile alien ships and he simply sighed as the beams bounced harmlessly off him, “Laddies, ya dinna want to go and get me mad.  Have you no respect for the Galactic Council, ya nasty beasties”? Angus, with a wave his mighty arm, casually tossed the shocked alien armada light years into deep space.

Thanks to Laura’s work, Angus will be on the job in Nashville.  He’s our official guardian among the many angels as we seek to unlock the DNA codes to cure humanity of addiction.  An addiction many ET experts say traces back to gold-greed programming from our days as slave race evolved from apes to mine this world for a primitive alien master species.

In one fell swoop Nashville’s mediation can free the pain and anguish of addiction that plagues this planet.  And you still have time to join us by signing up here.  DREAMSHIELD NASHVILLE.

If you cannot be with us in person in Nashville please hold space with us that day and send us your love and energy to make this miracle of meditation a success!

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BERMUDA TRIANGLE HANGOVER

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, UFO3 Comments

Dreams of war, dreams of liars, dreams of dragon’s fire and things that bite – From “Enter Sandman” by Metalica

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Bill Sheetz 1928-2011

Before we start, the Bermuda Triangle Meditations were done at a time of dark emotional grief over the loss of my father.  I invite you to look upon my words as fictional therapy, fact on another plane of reality, or as both.

Night one of the meditations to heal the Bermuda Triangle got the ball rolling.  But next morning I could not get out of bed until noon.  Except for a 2 hour boat excursion to CoCoCay, a Disneylike version of a tropical island, I was knocked out cold.  I lay in bed realizing this was not me, even if my father’s funeral had been the day before the cruise, this behavior was still not me, I was paralyzed by the enchantment of sleep.

After we set sail for Nassau I walked the deck beneath stormy skies.  The Bermuda Triangle whispered sweet nothings in my ear about the comfort of oblivion on the waves.  I saw myself sitting on the ship’s rail and sliding into the Atlantic.  I shook off the dark fantasy, knowing I was in a life or death struggle and headed back to the safety of my windowless stateroom.

Tossing and turning back in bed again, I realized I’d slept 20 hours out of the the last 24.   As midnight of day two approached my father’s spirit came to me.

I told him to go away and leave me in peace.  But Dad was so eager to go to work it egged me on .  Finally I began to will my sleep-caked eyes to open, calling on help from the angels, the ascended masters, Buddha, Jesus, my dream team of Laura, Sarah, Lee, Mee, Bradley, Mica, Ramon, Matt, Marta, my brother, to join my departed father in helping me get on my feet for round two.  Time to do battle with a force that according to many ET experts was a failed ancient alien experiment gone wrong to create an artificial Merkabah meant to set earth apart from the universe and instead set us on a path of war and self-destruction.

At last I realized why I’d been unable to assemble a mediation team, normally a breeze: The Bermuda Triangle was a potentially lethal experience for someone without the ethereal armor my father had given me as he walked between life and death a few weeks ago before succumbing to cancer.

I struggled from my supernatural stupor to my feet and pulled on some clothes.  The ship swayed and I bumped into the wall of the tiny stateroom.  We were deep in heavy seas.  It had been raining since 2PM. Another excuse that almost kept me in my windowless room.  But I finished dressing and stumbled up the swaying hallway.

As I headed up the elevator for deck 12 I looked at the strange eagle pattern that’s grown in my hair in the mirrors.  A pattern I feel on good days is meant to remind me this is all not a fantasy, but on bad days like this one was makes me want to dye my hair and forget all this as silly nonsense.

Climbing the stairs to the aft meditation spot, loaded with alien looking radar and sonar gear, I saw the diabolical Bermuda Triangle from space.  Negative energy drew lightning from the sea, shooting upwards into the sky, a vision DreamShield’s Laura De León saw of battles as she worked remotely with me from LA.

The decks were slick from the heavy rains that had finally abated as I slogged up the stairs.  It was 11:30 AM 1.22.11, Saturday night, less than 48 hours from my father’s funeral.  I felt my father’s soul was just up ahead on deck, coaxing me on.

I knew if I was not careful this 2nd meditation would end with me blown off deck, never to be heard from again.

My Irish temper to beat this beast of a triangle reared up.  I grabbed the compass, touched my head to the glass.  I envisioned a golden circle circle surrounding the Bermuda Triangle.  Now, with the help of my father, the angels perched on deck chairs and feeding me energy, I willed the golden band to shrink.

No sooner had the OM left my lips than the angels did their magic.  Whoosh!  The mighty triangle of 1.5 million square miles compressed to a tiny pinpoint of light.

Night’s work complete, I staggered against the strong wind for the lower decks.  Comically a ship’s attendant was trying to set up a table for a GIN party who was getting blown around like a puppet in the winds.  I thought this about seeing if this party was actually going to come together but instead I went to bed. I fell back to sleep instantly and had a dream of Neptune battling a sea monster for his freedom.

LAST DAY IN THE TRIANGLE

I awoke, last morning of the trip, feeling much better.  On deck I smiled, pleased the seas were calm.  The sun worked its way through scattered clouds.  We were docked in Nassau.  I looked again for Nadia, but voicemail said she was already somewhere on the island by the time I was up and out.  I’d been to Parsadise Island with a lover 11 years ago and had seen the Atlantis resort. So I instead walked the streets of the city.

A native on a beat up bike selling peanuts seemed to be always near, even when I dodged him in shops.  Sensing he was up to no good, I headed back to the boat.

In the ship’s bar, the Packers were playing the Chicago Bears for the NFC title on TV. For my Wisconsin Dad’s sake I rooted for the Pack, even though I’m more of a Bears fan, having lived in Chicago for 25 years. I felt Dad’s joy once the Packers were on their way to the Superbowl.

This last night of the trip the stars were out and the winds were blissfully calm.  I placed my hands on the compass and there again was the tiny point of light of what used to be the Bermuda Triangle.  The deck was all mine again and I asked the angels.

“Do whatever you think is right to turn this negative energy off for all times and in all dimensions.”

A magnificent golden light explosion rippled across the planet and out into the universe.

“And so it is,” I said and closed the energies.

I had survived and thanks to the love of friends back home, the angels and my father’s spirit we’d beaten the dark energies of the Bermuda Triangle that have been plaguing humanity for eons.  I headed for the stern of the ship and the moon glistened over the sea.  I looked up and saw Orion’s belt, a star system I know I came from in a another life and smiled.  I listened to Katy Perry’s ET song and all was right with Neptune and the earth.

My bubble burst after we docked, low on cash from 60 days in global meditation and the unexpected funeral, even my cell phone was turned off.  Through sheer will and love I managed to make it back to LA with a short-term loan from a pal.

I was feeling blue to say the least, and not blue angel blue.  But no sooner did I arrive back in the City of Angels than Egypt’s people rebelled against their corrupt leaders.  Change so fast after the angels work!  Was it possible?  Where was it all this heading?

I close this blog my father’s motto for living an adventurous life that I read for his eulogy as it rings again in my head:

“Proceed without fear of peril!”

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ARMOR ATTIRE REQUIRED IN THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized2 Comments

“The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.” – Actor Steven Wright 1955

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Bill Sheetz 1928-2011

Before we start, the Bermuda Triangle Meditations were done at a time of dark emotional grief over the loss of my father.  I invite you to look upon my words as fictional therapy, fact on another plane of reality, or as both.

On the many rescheduled plane rides to attend my father’s sudden funeral from LA to Milwaukee, and then Milwaukee to Miami I’d read a powerful book THE ANCIENT SECRET OF THE FLOWER OF LIFE by Drunvalo Melchizedek, loaned to me by Laura De Leon of MyMysticMuse.com.

The book states :”The Bermuda Triangle… ( a failed ancient alien experiment is) a primary cause of much distortion in the world – the distortion between humans of war, marital problems, emotional disturbances, etc…. What they did in Atlantis was against all Galactic law… it will be solved, but not until 2012.”

Nadia Arevalo, who had so kindly invited me on the Global Information Network (GIN) trip as her guest, hosted a lovely dinner the first night aboard the ship and everyone  at our table was so kind about my Dad’s passing.   Here were wonderful people who wanted to meditate with DreamShield.  So easy.

So wrong.  Later Nadia and her friends and I could never coordinate getting together the entire trip.  Without cell phones, text and emails people have lost the ability to congregate.  We’d use messages on the cabin phones but never saw each other for the next three days.  And we weren’t the only friends aboard the gigantic ship, Majesty of the Seas, having this trouble.

So I ended up on my own for the Bermuda Triangle DreamShield, a daunting task.  I kept faith in the power of the angels. both earthly and celestial who have worked on solo missions with me for DreamShield in the past, would get the job done.  After all we had already had meditations to heal society from 9/11, oil addiction, earthquakes, asteroids, built a new universe, shifted the earth for solar flare protection and took back the city of angels from Hollywood and more.  Surely a little old triangle was no match for the angels’ planetary healing powers.  But the energy swirling in the sea felt like the cancer that had killed my father and this would turn out to be my most dangerous mediation so far.

I explored the 12 decks of the Royal Caribbean ship, Majesty of the Sea out of boredom and loneliness.  I was broken up about losing Dad.  I’d been brave for the family at the funeral that ended up coming just a day before this planned event and honored my father’s wishes for an Irish style of a party to celebrate his life.  But now I was doing the hard work of grieving his loss in this world.  I was glad to be alone with my sorrow now and thanked the angels for creating this privacy for me aboard the packed ship.

I kept traveling upwards through the giant vessel from deck 2, where I was bunked in a tiny internal cabin with no windows, as we steamed deeper and deeper into the triangle.

It was near midnight when I hit upper aft deck 12 and grinned at the site of all the cool and alien looking high tech communication gear.  Yeah.  As I approached the rail overlooking the Caribbean a man stood nearby, gazing peacefully at the moon reflecting off the waves that the mighty ship powered through.

“Beautiful  night.” He shouted over to me over the noise of the sea and radar gear.

“Be more so if we had some beautiful women with us, ” I answered gaining a chuckle from the stranger. I walked over and offered my hand.  “I’m Ken.”

“Bob,”he said shaking my hand.  Bob had a dreamy look of contentment on his face. “Enjoying the cruise so far?” He asked.

“Yeah, had a great dinner with Nadia Arevalo, who invited me and her pals.  Do you know her?”

“Don’t think so.  What level in GIN are you?”

“Guest.. I came to check it out and for some R&R and do some work for a project called DreamShield.”

“What’s DreamShield?” he asked.

“We do planetary healing meditation to help bring about a gentle 2012.”

“So the word’s not ending in 2012 like the Mayans predict?”

“The Mayans never said that. Hollywood gave them a bum rap.”

“Figures,” Bob laughed.

“But there will be an end to the world as it exists today when the new Golden Age that we are entering fully takes hold.”

“I like that,” Bob smiled.

A dark cloud  covered the moon.  Looking up I remarked still surprised by signs this mission gets,”Cool, that cloud is shaped just like an angel.”

“Perfect. Just like the angel that was on my Christmas tree I just took down.”

“This sort of this is my cue to do some work.  Care to join me in a meditation?”

Bob smiled and started to leave, “Enjoy yourself.  I am going to my cabin to pray.  Good luck.”

We shook hands and Bob was gone.  I was alone again, the entire deck to myself.  Little did I know it would be the last decent conversation I would have aboard this ship.  I felt embarrassed that Bob, who seemed so open, did not want to work with me.

I’d read that there are three ruined artificial Merkabahs that are a failed Atlantis experiment that caused humanity’s fall from Galactic civilization.  I picked a spot by the deck’s compass.  The compass face looked the diameter to the ancient flower of life pattern on the book covered the Laura had loaned me, the building block of all matter in this universe.  I placed Laura’s book upon the compass.  Sure enough the circle of life was a perfect fit.

Something instantly shifted.  I could sense the wild energy of the Bermuda Triangle rise up against me.  It was like a hum that rippled through my being, despite my father’s invisible ethereal armor.

The moon vanished behind dark rain clouds.  No sign of stars.  Just lonely blackness as a wind began to whip up.  I called in the angels for the work.  The deck was full of chairs and I sensed an angel occupying each one feeding their me blue light power through out stretched hands.  One of those angels was may father.

“Thanks for this cool armor you gave me, Dad.” I shouted to him. I felt my new armor glow red as it fully powered up.

“You’re gonna need it, son.  This is some nasty shit.”

Using blue light power fed to me through the celestials, I willed the main front satellite ball, about 10 feet in diameter, rocketing of to the north-most point of the triangle where a Merkabah 1 (a 3 D tetrahedrom like the one picture here) was spinning out of control in Bermuda.  This I knew from the angels was worst of the three artificial alien Merkabahs.  The one that had sunk Atlantis.  We used this sophisticated piece of the satellite gear, placed here by the angels for this work when this ship was built years ago, and sent it into Merkabah 1 to draw off it’s wild energy.

The angels, dad and me sent two other hunk of ship’s gear rocketing back to the western tip of the triangle in Miami and ahead to Costa Rico  in the east.  These were smaller, less unstable so the smaller ship’s radar gear did nice work.

I realized that this work was so intense it it could not all be done in one night.  Deck 12, the angels told me, is where I’d be doing meditations each of the three nights.  Grateful that my father’s gift of ethereal armor had protected me for this meditation, I went straight to bed.

Story of night’s 2 &3 in the Bermuda Triangle are live!

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DA’S GIFT: ETHERAL AMROR

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“Proceed without fear of peril!” – A motto my father William Kenneth Sheetz lived by

DreamBlogger – Kenneth William Sheetz

After some tough work of rearranging my travel plans to attend my father’s the funeral in Wisconsin, I found myself walking the gangplank to go on a cruise in the Bahamas.  A cruise I could have canceled as a death in the family would have easily let me out of the penalty for cancellation.  So why was I here?

Let’s back-up to last week while my father walked in the twilight between life and death and paid me a visit.  Dad was a steel worker most of his working life and he made me an amazing suit of armor.  “DreamShield is about a gentle 2012, but gentle don’t mean weak, ” Dad instructed me. “Put this armor on. You need it for the work of 2012 and beyond.”

This was no ordinary suit of armor my father fashioned for me.  It’s silver and shines a powerful red energy from within .  As Dad put the armor on me it bonded like a second skin.  The helmet adjusted to cover the bridge of my nose.  “Wow, thanks, Dad!” I said, sounding like my kid-self on Christmas.  Dad smiled proudly and was gone.

When I arrived at Milwaukee’s Mitchell Field Airport at Midnight, two days before the funeral, my brother picked me up.  It was an icy  8 degrees and I was frozen, having adapted to LA’s warm winters.

After sleeping in late the next day, my brother drove me up to Dad’s amazing place he rebuilt from scratch in his 70s, where I was to help my stepmother prepare for the funeral.

On the way, my brother and I got some lunch (I wish I’d listened and had the burgers).  We talked about Dad who was bear one minute and a lamb the next.  But we got through all that because we knew Dad loved us.  Lunch done, my brother and me bought flowers for Dad’s funeral from he and me and our baby brother Bruce.  We covered our baby brother’s share because he’s Jehovah Witness and funerals are not in the playbook.

Arriving at the Sheetz home in Jefferson, Jackie, my lovely stepmother, 15 year dad’s junior, was very happy to see us.  My brother and Jackie had become a lot closer since my father’s losing battle with cancer but he excused himself quickly to pick up suit for the funeral, which he was buying the moment my father died.  Psychic runs in the family.

I walked about the house. unpacking my things for the funeral visit, and Jackie called to me, wondering if I’d like some coffee.  We got separated in the circular traffic pattern and she laughed, “This silly layout.  Your father and I did this all the time, losing each other in this big home” Tears welled in Jackie’s eyes.  She fell into my arms and wept, “I never thought your father would die.  I don’t know how I’ll go on without him.”

I took Jackie’s tear streaked face in my hands and looked her deep in the eyes and said, “You don’t need to go on without him, Jackie.  Dad not dead.  He’s just on another plane of reality.  Would you like to do a mediation with me and visit him?”

“Right now? We can do that?!”

I nodded and gently took her to the kitchen where we sat down by the picture windows.  We held hands while the lovely birds pecked seeds from the feeders.  I explained the power of the OM for dimensional travel. After three OMs Jackie and I were in Ireland, the magical land of my father’s family roots.  There sat Dad perched on a boulder overlooking the emerald countryside, not so emerald this time of year but still gorgeous.  Dad pointed to a flock of sheep and shushed us to speak softly.

“Well, I finally made it here.  Had to die to do it.” I spoke to Jackie on my dad’s behalf.

“Oh that’s him!” Said Jackie. “Always the kidder.”

“Jackie, I want you to do whatever you want with the property.  40 acres is a lot for one woman to care for.  Hard for me to help you from this side.  And one more thing.”

“Yes, Bill?” asked  Jackie softly.

“Give Kenny a kick in the pants for me.”

Jackie and I had a great laugh as we ended the meditation.  We opened our eyes and I could see Jackie was feeling much better.

The next day the funeral was lovely Irish celebration of my father’s life, just as he wanted it to be.  Over 100 people came to pay respects from all across Wisconsin and America.

Wiliam Kenneth Sheetz 1928-2011

Shortly before the funeral I hesitated about going on the cruise, but Dad visited me and we went on our first DreamShield mission together to raise a star ship hidden beneath the great pyramid at Giza in Egypt.  Dad has been blessed with upgrades to all his skills as welder and mechanic and he fixed that star ship for the work of DreamShield in no time flat.

“This flying saucer’s gonna come in mighty handy.” Dad proudly told me as we flew the ship to a new secret base for the work of a gentle 2012. “Go to the Bermuda Triangle on this cruise, son.  We got work to do.”

Funny, I’d not even know the cruise would take me in deep into the Bermuda Triangle — a failed ancient astronaut experiment according to experts that is responsible for wars and great strife upon our world — but Dad knew.  I was off to do a planetary healing that with my “Da” and I’d soon learn why he’d given me armor as protection against a storm of dark energy we’d battle together as father and son in the Bahamas.

And I know Dad will be with me as I journey to Nashville 2/12/11 for a critical DreamShield mission to cure the earth’s people of addiction.   Simply sign up at this link on Facebook and be part of the dawn of the Golden Age of humanity.  And it’s going to be fun! Lee McCormick is a great host and we have one of the top ET experts, Dr. Sarah Larsen and addiction guru Bradley Quick as speakers.  I’m going to try my first sweat lodge.  No photos, I promise.

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The Dream Must Go On

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized1 Comment

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.  William Shakespeare

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

My father, William Kenneth Sheetz, age 82, passed away today after a 3 month battle with cancer.  He died peacefully at home after the doctors felt his cancer was hopeless and sent Bill, as he liked to be called, home to hospice.

For the past few weeks my father’s spirit has traveled between the world of the living and the dead, looking in on me many times out here in Hollywood many times.

Once while I was at radio show called Life Changes with Filippo, with medium Suzane Norhtrop.  Suzane asked the audience, “Is there someone here who has father who has passed or may be in the process of passing?”  I raised my hand and Suzane said, “Your father wants you to know that he’s sorry he made some mistakes as a father but that he did the best he could.  He did not have a good example he says because his father died so young.”  I was breathless.

At the 1.1.11 New Year’s Day meditation I could feel Dad enjoying the infinity cookies we made a new universe from.

At 1.4.11 The Solar Flare mediation I felt my father, a welder, let me look through his welding helmet’s dark glass, as he did when I was a child, deep into the sun.

At the 1.11.11 TAKING BACK THE CITY OF ANGELS meditation this week I felt my father join our circle at the Hollywood sign during the meditation and make eyes at Marilyn Monroe.

This morning I was in a DreamShield planning meeting with Laura when she said, “I strongly feel you father’s presence.  And he says he likes me.” Just a few minutes later I got the call that 30 minutes after he was granted last rites that my father had passed.

Bill Sheetz, my father, was raised Irish so he wouldn’t want you to feel sad for his leaving us for his angelic work of 2012.  Rather he’d like you to celebrate his long, vibrant and adventurous life with a toast to life in this amazing world he loves so much, now and forever.

And today I felt my father wanting to me to take DreamShield to Ireland and to kiss the Blarney Stone, which inspired this tribute video to my “da”.

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Galactic Rug in the Mt. Shasta Pyramid

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Abraham Lincoln, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO13 Comments

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists?  In that case, I definitely overpaid for my rug. – Woody Allen

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

12/21/2010 – Hailing from Chicago it’s hard to believe I used to think it was time for short sleeves if the temps got about 30 in the winter.  But now all these 8 years later after moving to LA the blood has thinned.  So as our dream team walks through the snow for a farm that is home to the Mt. Shasta Pyramid at the base of mountain behind the town, the 27 degree temp cuts through me as does the falling snow.

156966_478773002028_7714071_nOur LA group, made up of fellow organizer Dr. Sarah Larsen, angel expert Mica Monet, Mago, and I finally reaches the farm-house and meets the rest of the dream team that’s gathered from across America to do this DreamShield meditation.  As we tug off our winter gear, I meet Joy Phoenix from New Zealand, currently residing in San Diego. I feel a fleeting sense of meeting someone I know despite this being our first contact.  Same for Jay Frankenberger, world-renowned ET expert, who journeyed here all the way from Arkansas to be here.  I meet Fatima, also from LA.  She informs me that as a person of Hispanic and Arabic decent that she has been studying the Mayan culture intensely.  All in all we are 11 in the pyramid.  A good number for DreamShield’s binary work.

The three “Sarah’s”, Saralise, Sarah Larsen and Sarah Wellborn, our guide from Shasta Spiritual Journeys who led us to this place, chatter away as we use the pyramid builder’s rest room before for the final march to the pyramid.  Why?  There’s no rest rooms in the Mt. Shasta Pyramid. A modest pyramid by Egyptian and Mayan standards, built of plywood 9/9/09 in time for the important New Age work ahead thru 2012 and beyond, it is 24 feet by 24 feet at its base.

The rest stops complete and redressed we sludge our way through the driving snow.  I’m feeling mighty glad about the new waterproof boots I bought for the trip at this point.  Passing a tall circle of pines that guard the entrance to the pyramid I am reminded of a short screenplay I’ve written about Xmas from the POV of Christmas trees.

Some of the people from this trip like Marta have never seen snow, now they are seeing in abundance!

At last we reach the Mt. Shasta Pyramid.  I look up into the winter sky that offers not glimpse of the lunar eclipse, hidden high above the snowy cloud.  Anxious to start the DreamShield work.  We quickly shed our snowy clothes in the anti-chamber of the pyramid we are reminded once again that no metal of any kind is allowed inside.  So much for filming!

By now, 7 months into the DreamShield work, I am used to the fact much of this work cannot or does not want to be filmed.  But I do know somewhere in the Galaxy this adventure is getting filmed through our very eyes and all our senses in a way that makes our 3D movies seem primitive.  Every human being on earth from the super wealthy to the poorest all have billions of fans throughout the universe.

I meditated a few nights before in bed and asked the spirit guides what would be the best configuration for our group once inside the pyramid.  No sooner had I asked than a spirit who called himself Ramses appeared.  When I excitedly ask Ramses if he was now one of my spirit guides.  He calmly tells me,

“No, Ken, I am guide to the DreamShield team for the great work ahead. Now pay attention, my time with you is short.  A pyramid, even one as small as the one you’ll be inside of, is very powerful.  For every pyramid you see across the face of this world there is a mirror image pyramid of pure energy, forming the sacred geometry of power. And the circle form your group will take will channel this energy to allow your work to tap into both the infinity at the core of the earth and the infinity of the universe. Do you understand, Ken?”

I nod yes and the awesome presence of Ramses is gone.

As we climb up the ladder at the end of tunnel from the anti-chamber I am happy to see a gorgeous handmade round rug sits in the center of the pyramid.  The rug is patterned with circles in a rainbow arrangement that starts with red at the outer edge and runs the color spectrum to the center.

Joy Phoenix

Joy Phoenix, however, is not happy with the how the candles are set at the center of the rug.  The group spends a few minutes properly adjusting that and placing the various crystals we’ve all brought along for the work under Joy’s guidance.

I had read, or heard somewhere, that it would be about 68 degrees farenheit in the pyramid but it’s more like 40 and I am freezing.  Mica finds me a blanket to wrap around me and I am now able to concentrate.  I thank everyone for making the enormous effort to get here from across the country and in the snow and in what remains a bad economy for most of us mortals.  I explain we’ll be healing the ozone layer of Mother Earth in this meditation and that this will help reduce cancer.

After seeing how the group accepted her leadership setting up the crystals and candles and enjoying her great charm I choose Joy to lead the meditation.  She asks me for my vision.  I tell Joy that I saw the colors of the Galactic rug acting like color therapy for the earth’s ozone layer.  Joy nods with an inspired smile.

COLOR THERAPY ON A PLANETARY SCALE

After an introduction by this trip’s host Dr. Sarah Larsen of what DreamShield is and a lovely opening ceremony by Saralise to the four winds and 11 Oms we are ready for the serious work of healing earth’s ozone layer.  I sense four giant angels, one guarding each face of the pyramid, as Joy begins with improvised words that flow like poetry. I see the spin of the galaxy in the rug pattern and know that each nub in the rainbow rug represents a member of the Galactic Federation.  Thousands of intelligent worlds are joining in the work.

Joy’s beautiful New Zealand accent recalls to me the narration for The Lord of the Rings.  Joy guides us to breathe in the color of each ring of the Galactic rug one at a time and project them each onto the earth.  As we breathe the colors onto mother earth, hovering above the candles and crystals, the lunar eclipse is at its peak above us.

Today, 12/21/10 is the winter solstice and this alignment of a lunar eclipse and the solstice will not repeat itself for another 400 years.   Looking around by the candlelight I am touched by Sarah Wellborn and her boyfriend Jacob’s young faces.  I look to Sarah Larsen, her blissful eyes are closed, as we heal this precious earth of ours.

The meditation winds down, we hug each other good-bye and are once again in the snow storm, slugging our way to the car.  Except for a nap I’ve been awake for nearly 48 hours, but I’m oddly not tired.  Mica Monet leads the way to the minivan and warmth.

I consider myself a great snow driver and expect to get us onto the road from our parking spot on the back road.  But Sarah Larsen’s family minvan is quickly stuck against the edge of the ditch.  Embarrassed I turn the wheel over Saralise.  With a little pushing from the group she has us moving and keeps us safely on the road on the foothills of Mt. Shasta.

Indeed, when a can-do guy like me turns over the wheel to a woman we are already in the New Age.

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