We may be seeing Black elves today and Black mermaids in film these days, but Hollywood ‘s past of catering exclusively to a white American market since “Birth of a Nation” promoted the KKK, demonizing Blacks played by white actors in Black face, was just the start of shameful decades of racism fostered by tinsel town. Working in fits and starts, Hollywood has been trying to make up for its sins ever since the 60s Civil Rights Movement.
For decades, Hollywood was dominated by white heroes and heroines, with few exceptions. Whether it’s the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, the “Harry Potter” series, or “Game of Thrones”, leads were almost exclusively white, with people of color relegated to supporting or background roles. This lack of representation has had a profound impact on white culture which has become increasingly fractured and isolated as a result.
The lack of Black heroes in television and movies contributed to a fractured white culture because it has denied white viewers the opportunity to see themselves in a positive light in relation to people of color. Indeed, in the absence of positive Black role models, white viewers turned to negative stereotypes and caricatures of Black people to define themselves promoted by the white owned news agencies. This has led to a fracture in white culture increasingly defined by fear and hatred of people of color, oblivious to their own white privilege spoon fed under the guise of news on networks like Fox and their imitators. Hate and fear sell soap.
To understand how this has come about, it’s important to look at the history of film and TV. Hollywood has its roots in the mythology and folklore of ancient cultures, where heroes and heroines of all races and ethnicity were celebrated. However, as the genre evolved and became our modern Hollywood system, it became increasingly dominated by white writers and creators, who brought with them their own biases and assumptions about race and culture.
This bias is evident in the way that Black characters are portrayed in many stories. Often, they are relegated to supporting roles, or are portrayed as exotic or mystical figures, rather than as fully-realized everyday individuals with their own agency and motivations. This reinforces the idea that Black people are somehow different or other, and contributes to a culture where white people are taught to fear and mistrust people of color.
In the 50s and 60s, TV shows such as “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet,” “Leave It to Beaver,” and “The Andy Griffith Show” were extremely popular, and featured all-white casts. While some shows, such as “The Jack Benny Show” and “The Ed Sullivan Show,” did include occasional appearances by Black actors, the vast majority of the characters and story-lines revolved around white perspectives. This lack of Black representation created a gap in reality, as if Black people did not even exist in the world of these TV or film.
The scar impact of this gap in representation left on the American psyche is significant. Boomer white audiences grew up watching these shows and movies, and were taught to see the world through a white lens. Black people were often portrayed as either invisible or as one-dimensional stereotypes, reinforcing harmful and limiting racial stereotypes. This lack of representation and narrow portrayal of Black people contributed to a fractured white culture that lacked empathy and understanding for the experiences and perspectives of people of color that still plagues us today.
In order to break down the illusion of white power and privilege, it is essential that Hollywood and other media outlets prioritize stories and perspectives from people of color, sexual preference and religion no matter how much the white Christian patriarchy might complain about Black elves and mermaids. By featuring ever more diverse casts and stories that reflect the experiences of people from all backgrounds, Hollywood can help create a more equitable and just media landscape that challenges harmful stereotypes and narratives about race. Thus helping put an end the white racism Hollywood once so enthusiastically fostered for far too long.
Scientist/ Philosopher Carl Sagan once wrote, “The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena.” Yet, despite our tiny place in the grand scheme of the universe, we have managed to exert an immense and often devastating impact on our planet. From climate change and pollution to deforestation and resource depletion, we have pushed our planet to the brink of collapse. If we are to survive and thrive in the future, we must fundamentally update our economic systems, particularly capitalism, to ensure they promote environmental sustainability and social equity.
Ten years ago, I dreamed Sagan big in Antarctica near the end of the Mayan calendar on 12.12.12 and created The Coolest Meditation Ever film. The goal: set 24 quantum intentions for shifts to human evolution into the collective consciousness in the pristine energy field of the south polar magnetic fields. Yeah, I know. Big stuff. But, you see, I learned long ago as the maker of films and skyscrapers dreaming big is what stirs our souls. Here in the 18th of 24 paradigm on meditating on shifting meditation greed to generosity in our collective consciousness.
At its core, capitalism is based on the pursuit of profit, growth, and individual wealth. While these goals have driven much of the progress and innovation of the modern world, they have also led to environmental degradation, social inequality, and an unsustainable use of resources. To truly address the challenges of the 21st century, we need a new economic paradigm, one that prioritizes sustainability and equitable distribution of resources.
The first step in updating capitalism is to recognize the true cost of our actions on the environment. Too often, companies and individuals are able to externalize the environmental costs of their actions, pushing them onto future generations or onto vulnerable populations. We need to develop systems that hold individuals and corporations accountable for their environmental impact, through policies like carbon taxes, polluter pays laws, and regulations on resource extraction and use.
Additionally, we need to invest in new technologies and innovations that promote environmental sustainability. This includes renewable energy, green transportation, sustainable agriculture, and clean manufacturing. By prioritizing these industries and creating economic incentives for their growth, we can not only reduce our environmental impact, but also create new jobs and industries for the future.
But updating capitalism also means promoting social equity and justice. Environmental degradation and resource depletion often fall hardest on marginalized communities, particularly in the Global South. To address this, we need to ensure that economic policies promote social equity and justice, including living wages, worker protections, and social safety nets.
10 years post the Antarctica meditations humanity has the new tool of AIs to help humanity see the forest for the trees in ending greed. And so, using my human experience of serving corporate America for my decades, a simple yet challenging question:
ChatGPT, please design a program for creating an incentive for corporation to put the general public’s concerns on a mpre equal basis to its shareholders and here’s what it came up with.
Creation of the SRIF: The government could create a publicly-owned investment fund that focuses on socially responsible investments. The SRIF would be managed by a team of financial experts who would be responsible for selecting investments that align with specific social and environmental goals.
Investment Criteria: The investment criteria for the SRIF would be focused on promoting positive social and environmental outcomes. For example, the fund could invest in companies that have a strong record of reducing their carbon footprint, promoting workplace diversity, or investing in local communities. The investment team would also evaluate the financial performance of potential investments to ensure that they are financially sound and likely to generate a profit.
Profit-Sharing Model: The profits generated by the SRIF would be shared between the government and the general public. The government could use its share of the profits to fund public programs and services, while the general public could receive a dividend or other financial benefit. This profit-sharing model would ensure that the financial gains generated by the SRIF are not limited to a small group of shareholders, but are distributed more broadly to benefit the public.
Transparency and Accountability: To ensure that the SRIF is operating in the best interest of the general public, it would be subject to strict transparency and accountability measures. The investment team would be required to regularly report on the fund’s financial performance and the social and environmental impact of its investments. The SRIF could also be subject to regular audits and independent evaluations to ensure that it is meeting its stated goals.
Overall, the SRIF would provide a profit incentive that is aligned with the public interest. By investing in socially responsible companies and sharing the profits with the general public, the program would promote positive social and environmental outcomes while also generating financial returns.
I find this solution rational and practical by the AI because it does not subtract from how capitalism works. Rather the AI adds a new player to the board room table, we the people. What do you think of ChatGPT’s SRIF idea?
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My wife Elizabeth and I had already made reservations at our favorite hotel in Santa Fe for an intimate Thanksgiving, also our 7th anniversary as a couple, when tragic news of the Club Q shooting reached us. It was the second mass shooting that week.
Since we’d be passing Colorado Springs on our way to Santa Fe we decided to make a stop to pay our respects to Club Q’s fallen. As we left the freeway and headed up Colorado Springs’ main drag, Academy Boulevard, experiencing what has to be one of the largest run of fast food joints and strip malls in ‘Merica, I said to Elizabeth we had to be prepared for possibility of a drive-by shooter. Elizabeth agreed we should not be deterred by fear.
Soon we spotted the temporary roadside memorial that has appeared in front of the strip mall that Q is part of on its backside. After circling the block for parking we pulled into the neighboring Walgreen’s lot. Walking the 100 years to the tragic site we joined about 30 people gathered in the little slice of road space delineated by a concrete barricade. On this day before Thanksgiving sadness hung in the air like nothing we’ve ever experienced but it was balanced by a deep feeling of so much love and respect for the five young LGBTQ people whose lives were cut short by hate and gun violence.
As someone who has reached his seventies and loved life, the good with the bad, I wept at the thought of these young people’s lives snuffed out by an angry stranger drunk on MAGA lies of Q of another and far dark sort. All for what? Trump?
Despite an angry white driver revving his grotesquely oversized white Ford pickup truck noisy motor as he waited at the light in protest to the show of love for the Q fallen, I said a meditation that humanity find a way out of all this maze of unbridled hate for anyone not conforming to outmoded religious prejudices that have lost their way in modern times.
I found Elizabeth talking in the crowd to a middle aged man and a woman from the Billy Graham institute. They seemed both out of place in their mission to spread the “good word”. Despite my reservations, I hugged them as a confirmation to my meditation and Elizabeth and I continued onto Santa Fe for our Thanksgiving. A Thanksgiving the fallen in the Club Q mass shooting were tragically deprived of.
All this fresh sorrow over the Club Q mass shooting took place less thanone year after a horrific Denver mass shooting took away a family friend. Alicia was head of Denver group called Sol Tribe. She operated a tatoo parlor just one-small-storefront-away her dear friend and business neighbor of my wife’s niece, Erika Righter. Alicia was one of four people killed by another rabid White Supremacist in a case that also garnered national media attention without a change to gun laws.
Here’s Erika’s recent op-ed in Westword where she discusses why we have to be much more careful to whom we donate money to after mass shootings and other tragedy’s if we want our contributions to reach the victims and the extended circle of traumatized survivors.
None us have ever witnessed a mid-term election like 2022. Our country’s future as a place of peace and freedom, one we all too often take for granted, is on the line as the GOP seeks to end the vote, women’s rights and Social Security all in one fell swoop. American society’s historic challenge is to keep it all in perspective while not being drawn into hate fostered by our mass media. A media motivated to make our politics appear even worse than they really are in a grab for bigger ratings. Simply because bigger ratings mean more jobs and, you guessed it, money.
My two cents, if you’re an independent like me, try not to be too hard on the people who are getting taken down a dark path by MAGA influences. Republicans leaders are lost. But the average MAGA person did not get lost on their own.
Desperate to hold power, GOP leaders succumbed to Trump’s lure of cheating to win at all cost. And one of those ways of cheating was, since 2015 and still is, to use Social Media to unleash all out weapons-grade psychological operations on their own people. It’s beyond cruel and unfair for the GOP to subject their base, and the rest of us withstanding the constant assault 24/7, to unbridled propaganda led by Fox. in order to enslave ordinary MAGAs as a standing civilian army. IMHO, GOP leaders should be tried as war criminals for this horrific action against MAGA and all of America.
Shaming MAGA individuals will not bring them back to the fold. The danger to us all is that unless Merrick Garland has the courage to make arrest Trump and his enablers like Cruz, Greene and the rest, is that the MAGA cult will be pushed to greater and greater levels of violent action. One only need witness last week’s attack on the Pelosi family by a MAGA follower, high on the addictive adrenaline rush of hate. The GOP leaders and Tuckers types making light of this and weaving disgusting conspiracy theories only makes the case stronger for prosecution of war crimes waged on their own people.
I get angry with MAGA sometimes, I confess. Angry they’re so easily swayed by fears of the other to hate on the rest of us. But so far they’ve yet to cross the violent like where we cannot show compassion to ordinary MAGAs when we recognize that conservative society has bred them to be malleable through poor diet, rotten media and intentionally lousy education to dumb them down.
Indeed, we have to work harder to go high when MAGAs go low, as Michelle Obama teaches. It’s not easy. Not easy by a long shot. But try love anyways because love is always stronger than hate.
Now get out and vote. And may the best reality win.
It’s hard to believe that 9 years ago I began fund raising a far-out Indiegogo, to make a journey all the way to Antarctica to perform 24 meditations to set intentions in the pristine energy fields of Antarctica to make a better tomorrow. The driver for me in this quantum entangled mission that I dared to imagine had ET support for (hey I said it was far-out), was to quell fears of the end of the world in 2012 that the media and many in the New Age community were spreading.
Acting as a one-man counter force to fear, I convinced enough fans of my mission of reassurance – that everything was getting overblown – that was sound enough to get me there and back. But, looking back, the project was stagnating until a scientist named Dr. Patrick Flanagan heard my pitch and became a significant backer in barter. At the time, still living and working in Hollywood, I was new to the New Age, having only researched the community for a sitcom pilot I co-wrote in 2000 called EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM SITCOMS. My partners were an established Canadian filmmaker, I was engaged to at the time, and her friend, one of the top ten line producers in Hollywood.
I did not have a clue who Dr. Flanagan was. A guy Deepak Chopra called “A Gift to Humanity.” After his backing launched the project in earnest, we met briefly in Sedona before I headed out for Argentina, the hopping off point to Antarctica. Although we were from very different worlds — me corporate real estate and mainstream Hollywood, and he from NASA, government think tanks, alternative science and a far hipper guy than me – we hit it off.
I knew so little about Dr. Flanagan, who had been off the radar for a decade or so, that I did not know his backing was a big deal. I’d only begun to learn how big when I first filmed him in Chichen Itza, at the end of the Mayan calendar. It was a heady affair and the crowd went mad when he took the stage and sang a chant.
When I returned to LA I could not get Dr. Flanagan or the crowd in Mexico’s reaction to him out of my head. So when I got back to LA I picked up the phone and pitched him the idea for a 50 video web series I called the THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS. He agreed instantly over the phone and in two weeks I was on the road back to Sedona again.
Dr. Flanagan was a natural on camera, charismatic as he was informative and, best of all, he believed in the series enough to bankroll view promotion. We bought about 500K views to prime the series and I was as shocked as Patrick was when over 25 million people eventually watched the series. We were a YouTube hit. Skeptical at first, I began trying some of Patrick’s health boosting and brain boosting supplements that he was producing through his successful company PhiSciences. Stunned how much better I looked and felt using his cools tools, I eventually began selling some of the products to support my film work.
Selling to the tune of millions of dollars. His amazing work eventually drew other geniuses of alternate healing to me whose products I added to Pat’s and in 2015, when the love of my life Elizabeth England joined me in Sedona, where I stayed after falling in love with the toddling spirit town during filming of Patrick, she and I formed CooltestTechEver.com in 2018 as a spinoff of my CoolestMeditationEver.com film project that got me all the way south and back. Here’s the far-out 2012 film that Patrick and his love Stephanie made possible.
Sadly, Patrick died in 2019 in Ecuador of natural causes that the family has never shared with me. Since the gentle genius passed before Covid struck I have no idea where he would have stood on the whole issue. Even though I know Pat was anti-vax and Trump leaning, since the MRNA Moderna and Pfizer vaccines work in a whole new way they might have gotten his support. We’ll never truly know.
All I know as curators of health and wellness tools when we are not making movies, my wife and I firmly believe after our own research that masking, social distancing and vaccination are safer than the alternative. But if you made up your own mind not to be vaccinated, we respect your choice in a free society, even though we strongly disagree and are vocal about it. And we hope that the Delta variant crisis that’s sweeping across America right now – affecting 99% un-vaccinated people with crippling sickness and greater death tolls, including higher numbers kids than earlier versions of Covid – never touches you or those you love.
For example: Traveling at 671 million miles an hour it only takes about 10 hours to cross the solar system end to end at the speed of light. But what’s cool is that in just reading the prior sentence, you mentally crossed the entire solar system end to end in about 1 second. A visualization that allowed you to travel 36,000 times faster than the speed of light. Congrats. But don’t get cocky. We’re just getting started.
In part 1 you learned to leave your physical body astral travel safely using the silver tether to reel your ethereal body back to its home base, regardless of distance. Please read part 1 before multi-dimensional or timeline travel because you must learn to use your silver tether before we can upgrade you to first-class.
When I am not being simply me these strange days, good old Ken Sheetz, Chicago real estate mogul turned conscious filmmaker and with a humble day job in social media and curating out of this world tech, I am a vast collection of angels and star beings who call themselves the OHOM collective. OHOM is an acronym for OPEN HEART OPEN MIND. We the OHOM collective first appeared to Ken at the moment of his conception in the womb, just after he traveled to 1952 from 5 billion years in your future. Take our word for it as connoisseurs of consciousness of Ken’s a fun channeler.
Apologies also if the delay in your species awakening, while we stepped away for a few millenniums, has caused chaos on your world. Expressing itself in its various and unpleasant forms. Some of them stupid-seeming like Trump and Boris as pawns for mastermind Putin, rampant racism, sexism.
Note: We of the OHOM collective wish to emphasize that we are above such petty judgements such as those Ken just slipped into this upgrade. Yours is a free-will planet of consent after all. The only mind control which humans experience is generated by your own species. Take heart and know that all you, even Trump and his doppelganger Boris, both serve the greater good. Obviously, Ken has a ways to go in his evolution.
We’ve the awakened many worlds know all to well that overcoming the duality of a right-left brained biology is always a big challenge. Indeed, if we a had a proverbial nickel for every sentient race that extinguished itself before mastering it’s own technology… Well, let’s not go there, as you say. And now back to your regularly scheduled interstellar thought travel upgrade.
Our collective has not thought traveled to your world since the sinking of Atlantis until roughly 2010. Sorry, but we could not begin this secret upgrade until this potent Lion’s Gate of 8.1.19. Congrats on finding your way here and listening to we and Ken, even as we appear to ramble.
At any rate please, we beg you, read part 1 if you have not. We, the beings autotyping — a thing similar to old school autowriting — through Ken’s fingers cannot be responsible for your safety if you read Your Invite to Break the Soeed of Light – Part 2 before Part 1. We are placing the link here in the blog to Part 1 again and for the last time. We will pause autotyping 30 earth minutes before continuing to channel through Ken.
Cue elevator music. 10 Hours long . Hope you dig it much as we ETs do.
And we’re back! Our ET and angelic multitude joyfully Autotyping through our mutual dear pal Ken, just one connective entity of many we each have in common. Hopefully you are digging the elevator music as it takes you higher and higher in consciousness, much like an elevator to the stars. And sorry, it’s truly is best to listen to this elevator music while reading further for your enlightenment, comfort and safety.
Ahhh. The elevator music is so gosh darned relaxing yet stimulating. At least to ET minds. Just what you need to upgrade your astral travel skills. It’s a handy 10 hours long, with a few pauses built in for multiple readings. Relax. We promise the teachings of this deluxe edition of Your Invite to Break the Speed of Light – Part 2 will not take us nearly 10 hours.
Don’t worry if you are one of the first of readers to discover this blog the grows in subscribers as slowly as a melting Antarctic glacier. That’s quantum intentional. We wish the human audience to build slowly, but ever increasingly on a geometric scale that will eventually transmit this wisdom to everyone on earth now and in your future and out into endless time and space where you will begin to thought travel the galaxy tonight.
Heads up this blog visual pattern is infused of far greater tech than the human eye can see or your minds imagine. You see, the Coolest Meditation Ever is always written in 5D-ultrahypertext that travels trillions of times faster than the speed of light. It reaches out to all sentient life via the Akashic Records to the sufficiently evolved to receive it’s data throughout this universe and all dimensions, multiverses, times and reality modes. More on that phenom in blog 5 and yes and they all must be read sequentially.
By now we can read your mind, dear reader, “Jeeze Louise, when is the OHOM collective ever going to let Ken share the thought is faster than light wisdom that I somehow feel will save the world?” Fear not. He is. Ta da! This is the download!
Even when it seems Ken is wandering in his autotyping like the faithful, but unsure, brave pioneer that he is, we are just making room for all the data contained secretly in this part 2 download. A download which if each data bit were one were 1MM in length and placed end to end as a thread it would reach all the way to Alpha Centauri. So sit back and enjoy the download. As long you are playing the elevator music as you read you are getting your super groovy upgrade. Note: There is a 60 second break in the music coming up for deep breathing.
Darn. We can’t go on! Whoa! We have stragglers aboard the DreamShield blog ship. Hmm. How do we to make this easy for the stubborn among you who have not gone back to read part one?
Got it. Here are steps 1-7 for faster than light travel from part 1. Remember, pay attention in particular to the silver tether. You may skip reading this if you have read Part 1 but it’s good to refresh your mind and read again. We promise and we never lie. Lying is an expression of your primitive mind you are leaving behind as you read on.
STEP ONE: Listen more deeply to the pattens within the elevator music. There’s no guided meditation there. Allowing you to free form your way across the cosmos with excellent long form videos, which are primarily frequency meditation music in nature.
STEP TWO: Get comfy. Get still. Early on in this whole thought travel experience I got my best results laying down. But now seated in an upright yoga posture works equally well and keeps me from falling asleep as happens with laying down.
STEP THREE: Completely clear your mind through meditation and deep patterned breathing. Experiment with what inner visualizations and breathing pattern gets your mind quiet. We live in a world designed to keep your mind busy and restless. Meditation is a quick and easy remedy that add years to your life. And take it from Ohom and me, you want to be around for the beautiful changes we will see over the next 100 years. I know it doesn’t look that way watching the news but dig deeper into the real facts and you’ll see the world has never been safer or happier. But I digress. Back to breaking the speed of light.
STEP FOUR: In your mind’s eye, picture a silver tether at your ethereal body’s ankle to keep you connected to your physical body. It’s your lifeline and it’s indestructible. With your tether you can end thought journeys at will any time you say, you’re the boss of you, and return home safe and sound.
STEP FIVE: Picture your ethereal body rise from your physical body. Start small with your thought travel. Simply stand up from your body and walk around your home in the ethereal. Look in a mirror. I notice I am translucent in spirit form and quite a bit younger, about 37.
STEP SIX: When you feel ready, walk out the front door. Pass right through it. You’re not solid. Leave your house and take a walk in the street. Detail is important. Feel the breeze. Hear the birds. Feel the sun on your face. Test snapping home into your body via the silver tether. Whoosh!
STEP SEVEN: The next thought travel you do, after getting deep into your meditation, picture somewhere on earth you’ve already visited. Only now you’re traveling in your ethereal body. No planes, trains or automobiles required. Let’s say for this example the place you’ve visited and love is Paris. See yourself floating above your home city and lift off! See yourself streaking your way in an instant to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Walk around the balcony and take in the sights, sounds and scents of the streets of Paris below. Smile. You’ve made your first faster than light journey.
CONGRATS STAYING ABOARD FOR YOUR VERY OWN UNIQUE UPGRADE OR FOR COMING BACK AFTER A LITTLE BREAK
Note: Since this blog is written in 5D-ultrahypertext there are countless of data bits hidden in the space between words to help you visit the stars in your meditations, making them testimonial worthy for CoolestMeditationEver.com. Please email us at Help@CoolestTechEver.com if you have a testimonial to share.
Hey, you made it. Ready for your…
PREPARE FOR THOUGHT TRAVEL UPGRADE COMPLETION!
Take a deep breath and let the now soothing feeling elevator music wash over you. Close your eyes and breathe slowly in and out for sixty seconds or up to one hour. Your pick.
Notice how much lighter your head feels? Your head floats out the window nearest you and lifts off into the night sky taking the rest of your body along for the ride. You see the starry sparkling sky, the one that’s always “nighttime” above the deep blue sky.
Far below you a killer whale surfaces in the arctic where Ken must go in 2020 to complete his polar meditation series he began in 2012. BTW, the killer whale is Robin William whose reincarnations are recounted on this blog. Robin waves a flipper and telepathically says, “Nanu nanu, buckaroo!” As you soar above the clouds from his sight.
Your so high in the blue sky you see the curvature of the earth or the flat disc of the planet if you of that mindset. But in either case you see the precious blue veil represents all there between you and death in the vacuum of space.
Chill, this is your astral body we’re flying with here and you don’t need silly old air. But let it be an inspiration to become an environmental warrior on your world from this day forth in the battle to fight the more primitive among you causing global warming and wrecking your perfect bubble.
We want the human species, it’s not a race, to evolve to join the OHOM collective one day! And how will you ever do that if you folks extinct all life on your planet as Mars once did? The Martians died off eons ago through something other than global warming. Ah, but that’s for another wisdom sharing blog upgrade.
You sail up from your home planet, or from whatever world you are reading this on. One sec, Ken says a hello to his love Elizabeth reading this in Denver visiting her amazing sister, two gorgeous cousins and I forget how many beautiful grandnieces and grandnephews.
Above all chill. OHOM, our collective name does not stand for Open Heart Open Mind for nothing. Because be you White, Black, Asian, whatever race, whatever color, be you a far left liberal gay person of mixed race or be you far right conservative pale white conservative that is a card carrying racist Trump fanatic, your energy is now in this collective meditation. It scatters over the earth on what will be eventually millions of phones and computers. ALL ARE WELCOME AS ONE HERE IN THIS ELECTRONIC SANCTUARY FOUNDED ON THE COSMIC PRINCIPAL OF LOVE THAT POWERS ALL OF GRAVITY.
During this part of the elevator music score, playing in perfect accordance with your reading speed, one that’s as unique as your fingerprint, the OHOM frequency begins transmitting a rainbow of infinite shades of color. Shafts of pure color integrate with your human silver tether down to a DNA level. At this point you smell or sense a cleansing of the air as you breathe ever more deeply.
Now stare at this art by MC Kordan for 2 minutes exactly.
Phew! Your tether upgrade is almost complete! Now, gracefully orbit the moon. Prepare for the slingshot to hyper space by imagining a world, a time or a reality you wish to visit. All is possible with the safety and range of your upgraded indestructible silver prismatic tether.
Got your destination in mind? Ok. Now see in your mind’s eye the opening of a portal in the lunar orbit and kiss earth good-bye for now. Traveling anywhere trillions of times the speed of light is now a breeze and you can zip right back into your body in the blink of an eye, no matter the time, distance or dimension. Cool
After all, the entire multiverse works on the principal that everything began with the Big Bang from a single point of light. You are that light. Have fun!
In parting, such sweet sorrow s your Bard once wrote, we’d all love to read your comments here on this 5D blog on your astral adventure after this cosmic consciousness upgrade. Now see billions of us across the all times and dimensions applauding you and waving bye-bye to you. Ta ta! This is as much as we can share for now. Subscribe to the blog to be informed when Part 3 is ready for your next upgrade.
Join us for a look at the dirty secret behind this weekend’s $40 opening box office for ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD. Warning: Spoilers ahead.
I’ve been a Quentin Tarantino fan since PULP FICTION. And I admit to taking some joy when the good guys lit up Hitler in the INGLORIOUS BASTARDS finale. But as an independent filmmaker of modest success this past 23 years and counting, albeit one who got started a too late in life at age 42 to make it big — Hollywood’s young person’s game, my friends — I have to say the unpredictable Tarantino has become, alas, as predictable with his history revisionist twist endings.
This time Tarantino feeds like a vampire on the Sharon Tate’s brutal murder and dreams of up a washed up Cowboy actor, played to perfection by Leonardo DiCaprio and his co-dependent as it gets stuntman, equally well played by Brad Pitt as Sharon’s savior from the Manson family.
Please, Quentin, if you ever read this review of a huge fan of yours depressed over the turn of your career, go back to making good noir films instead of being some kind celluloid timeline cop. What’s next for your film 10th? Uma Thurman kills Booth before he assassinates Lincoln? Samuel Jackson kills Lee Harvey Oswald from the grassy knoll to save JFK? Get back to making great stories about lowlife characters.
Now, if you were part of the establishment, AKA the Man, AKA today’s Matrix, in the 60s and 70s, you likely hated Hippies and maybe still do to this day if you have not become woke folk. I’d even go so far as to say ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD was made specifically for liberal value haters, packaged in the form of Hippies.
Indeed, what’s painfully missing from Tarantino’s 9th film’s narrative is that Mason’s cult does not in any way genuinely represent the Hippie movement anymore than Nazis represent the German people. This makes the film an intoxicating ticket for conservatives and a brainwash for unsuspecting liberals who dig Tarantino. A win-win for the Trump era’s race bating, sexist, hate based politics.
And come on Brad Pitt, not cool you playing a character who got away with killing his wife and Leonardo as the ultimate wife killing enabler. I know Tarantino loves to study the underbelly of the world but unlike PULP FICTION where Samuel Jackson’s character experiences an awakening and mending of his wicked ways, there’s none of that in ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD. Leaving the characters of Leo and Brad rendered as hopelessly sexist.
As life worked out I was, unlike my film career where I was a little too old, a little too young to be part of the Hippie movement. I was high schooler in the late 60s and a college student in early the 70s. By 1974 I was married at 22 in and having kids by the tender age of 27. Hippies were passe’ for me. I was busy being part of the Yuppie movement and became real estate millionaire who built a skyscraper and Oprah’s Harpo Studios by 38.
Tarantino, born in 1963, was all of six year old at the start of the death of Hippie movement that the Mason Family murders triggered, with some help making a connection not really there from the establishment media. Do the math, Tarantino missed the Hippie movement entirely when it gave way to the Yuppie movement by the time he was old enough to drive.
My bet is Tarantino’s only picked up on the Hippie vibe from old movies for the most part when he was a video store clerk with lots of free time on his hands. Or perhaps his parents used Hippies as some kind of parental scolding, “Do your homework, Quentin or you’ll end up a damned filthy Hippie!”
Tarantino’s connecting Hippie-hating to the most notorious commune leader, the Hippie Satan himself Charles Manson is frankly akin to making a movie about life in Oklahoma City with the heroes stopping right-wing Christian Timothy McVeigh’s bombing as a condemnation of Roman Catholics and vets.
So I say shame on Tarantino and Sony tapping into hate for liberal values of our current divided society and making a film bordering on a PSYOP. ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLWYOOD with its all white main cast — aside from the fantasy of white guy Brad Pitt kicking Bruce Lee’s ass — suffers from misguided Hippie hate and spoils an otherwise good movie. Even if this 9th film from Tarantino it does not come close to his mad story structure skills at his peak of 90s filmmaking.
As the right and left media roils for ratings in this strange era’s, love him or hate him, craziest presidency ever, I just received some surprising insights from my ET spirit guide Ohom (Open Heart Open Mind) as to what our meditations in 2017 at the Trump inauguration looked like on spirit plane.
It’s January 20, 2017 again. Elizabeth and I nervously stand amongst the mostly MAGA hat wearing crowd, sporting instead our CME penguin hats. Each time Hillary appears on camera the crowd jeers, “Lock her up!”
Two grizzled beer drinkers jeer each time Obama or Michelle appear on the Jumbo-tron nearby. It’s an ugly scene. Neither Elizabeth or I really want to be here. This is not the America we grew up in. And it is especially not the one Elizabeth served 17 years in the military to defend.
But we have dutifully followed Ohom’s simple instructions to go to this “largest ever” inauguration, and hold space of love for Trump in this power intoxicated crowd. We do our best to bless Trump’s presidency; that it ultimately be good for the planet, or to at very least do as little harm as possible.
Oddly, I sense this crowd, one that should be elated on this first day of the Trump administration, is deeply defensive. They literally can’t seem to believe their man Trump really won, even though he’s up on the big stage getting sworn in; Melania frowning behind his back on the Jumbo-tron screen perched atop scaffolding.
But there something’s very different in this particular meditation replay of the inauguration. A mental replay I’ve run countless times for over 2 years now, trying to make sense of what our crazy mission accomplished in the light of destructive programs for the environment and humanism rolling out almost daily from Trump via Twitter.
THE INAGURARTION TRANSMUTATION MEDITATION
Today Ohom is finally showing me what really happened energetically that fateful day, sealed within the scared Masonic geometry layout of DC. Deep within the low vibrational inaugural crowd, cozy in our own bubble of bliss, sweet Elizabeth and I hold a space of love; just as Ohom guided.
Our loving meditation crystalizes moisture from the light rain that begins to fall. Our love meditation becomes a diamond-seed that burrows into the wet grass beneath our cold feet. Soon a translucent white energy tree rapidly grows beneath Elizabeth and me. The rapidly growing energy tree sweeps us high above the bristling Trump clan.
My view to the dais greatly improved, I gaze towards the red-faced Donald J. Trump giving a speech former president Bush later observed, “That was some weird shit.”
Agreed. To me this all feels like the birth of the apocalyptic era right out of FALLOUT THREE; a video game that takes place in a mutated and ruined Washington DC 200 years after World War III.
I flinch as Trump’s weird shit “America First” address deeply disrespects Obama’s legacy. Trump behaves as though he’s not inheriting a booming economy but a “smocking” wasteland.
Looking ahead to the dais, I see two other white energy trees carrying other pairs of meditators high above the oddly fidgety crowd. I wonder to myself, “Maybe the Trump fans are nervous they elected a thin-skinned guy with his trigger finger on the largest nuclear arsenal in history?”
Amazed by this new feeling compassion towards the desperate-for-change Trump’s base, I look back towards the Washington monument. Nine other white trees carrying meditation pairs grow rapidly. The procession of 12 inner lighted white trees leads all the way from the dais to the Lincoln Memorial.
The wise Ohom never let any of our teams know we are working as a meditation group of 12 tree riding pairs until now. I may never know their names, but Ohom tells me the dozen meditation teams represent all races, male and female, and sexual orientation.
Soon, all twelve energy trees are large enough to join their rapidly leafing branches above us the meditation teams. Loving energy pulses through the umbrella of white trees, downloading into the anxious crowd below.
Now all of our teams of meditators hold space for one thing: that the Trump presidency, messy as its likely to be, never result in a launch of World War III.
Ohom tells me telepathically as I write, “Take heart, Ken. All of Trump’s many disconcerting acts he has and is yet to commit during his presidency are in actuality a sacrifice to your planetary conscious. The Mars energy of war that has dominated your world since the fall of Atlantis is dying. Trump is but a servant to accelerate its end.”
Even knowing I’ll fail to recall all this and fall at times into anger at Trump’s efforts to get our collective goat, I feel blessed to finally have this gorgeous vision to wrap my head around as to Trump’s higher purpose and hope you do too. This has been a tough two years for we moderates, plus liberals and many conservatives alike.
But whether it’s 2 or 6 years until the Trump era finally ends, the blink of an eye in the cosmic grand scheme, look for an overnight flip to the next era. One that will make the loving 60s look passe!
And as the barrage of negative news and policies continues 24/7, I suggest you tune out to the ratings driven chatter and join with us in meditation for a better tomorrow. Vote when the time comes but don’t obsess over all this until November 3, 2020 is closer. Advice to myself as much as you, dear reader.
Wow. It’s only been handful of days since I almost left the planet. My 3rd March NDE (what’s my issue with March?) happened this past Wednesday. A Wednesday like any other. Elizabeth and I had gotten up and off to hike with our rescue dog Lincoln shortly after sunrise. We were back home before 8 AM and making breakfast.
I like to take my supplements before I eat so I gathered them up from the many bottles under our counter and did what I’ve done many times; popped a bunch of them in my mouth at once. Then it happened. I began violently gagging.
I staggered over to the sink to try to barf them up. My stomach wretched deeply but no luck getting the logjam of supplements free. Elizabeth asked if I was OK and next thing I knew I was on the hard tile kitchen floor face down; blood dripping from my mouth and nose.
I tried to get up but both my arms were numb. Elizabeth shouted, “Stay down, Ken! You passed out and smashed your head! Are you OK?” I was confused because the last thing I remembered was choking on supplements by the sink.
Soon a team of 6 paramedics were crammed in our Sedona kitchen. As they began strapping me into a stretcher, the lead paramedic examined my eyes with a small flashlight. “Normal contraction in both eyes,” he told his clan of rescuers. Elizabeth gave a grateful sigh of relief as he asked, “What happened?”
After I recounted my stupidity of taking too many supplements at once I was told I’d suffered a hard lesson about a part of my body I’d never heard of before, the Vagus nerve. Pronounced like Vegas, but not as much fun. It wraps around the esophagus and choking can trigger it. It’s used by wrestlers to induce a sleep hold.
For a guy who had a vision in a past near death as kid this 2019 NED was nothing like that. It feels more like reboot. I simply was here one minute, gone briefly, and then back with no visions of where I went.
The paramedic asked me as blood dripped from my mouth and nose, “Who is our president?”
“Sadly Trump,” I responded. My gallows humor got a few smiles according to Elizabeth and showed them I was going to be OK but they still insisted I go to the ER for Xrays and a CT scan. My heart was acting up a bit with what they hoped was a trauma induced an atrial fibrillation.
Each day I am recuperating rapidly. The outreach of love and support on Facebook and in real life has been deeply touching and began while I was briefly in the ER. Thankfully all the tests were good, nothing was broken and I did not suffer ever a concussion. And with all the healing energy that came my way my heart happily returned to its normal beat in a matter of hours.
Man, I remember chuckling when George Bush passed out choking on a pretzel that triggered his Vagus nerve back in 2002. Well, it’s not so funny now when I feel the pain in my neck head and shoulders from the fall, a lot better each day, that makes it a challenge to type right now.
The painful lesson I happily pass on: Take your supplements one at a time or end up like me and W.
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.
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.
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.