Category: Oneness

As the Old World Crumbles It’s Up to Us to Build a New One

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, Uncategorized2 Comments

“So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.”  – Pink Floyd

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

I feel it.  The light workers all feel it.  The Shift is underway.  Energy pours through us transforming us in gentle yet powerful ways.

What’s important to realize as the world will seem to be coming down around our ears is that we have the power to visualize a better tomorrow.  This remains the main mission of DreamShield: Meditating on a bright future for us all.

Here’s a short screenplay I wrote during my inspirational stay at Laura De Leon’s home in the hills of Hollywood (find Laura at http://mymysticmuse.com ) about how gentle the shift can be yet create amazing change. An original story inspired by a Sunday sermon I once heard.

HEAVEN FROM HELL

Paramedics wheel Bill into a the ER on gurney.

Paramedic: 50 year-old male.  Had a heart attack when his accountant told him he lost everything to Bernie Madoff.

Suddenly the ER fades Bill finds himself at the gates of heaven talking to St. Peter.

Peter
Welcome to heaven, Bill. Sorry you can’t come in.

Bill
Oh, I’m going to hell. I knew it.

Peter
No, no, no, Bill. You’re not ready to die yet. You’ve been brought here as a sort of reporter.

Bill
Reporter?

Peter
Yep.

Bill
Reporting on what?

Peter
Let’s go to hell and you’ll see.

Before Bill can complain the pair vanish and reappear in a Chinese restaurant.

Bill
Hell is a Chinese restaurant?

Peter
Watch.

An elegant dinner of Chinese delicacies is served by beautiful beings. The food is a feast for all the senses and the diners all cheer.

Bill
If this is hell it looks tasty.

Peter
Watch.

The diners pick up chopsticks that are six feet long. As they grapple with the giant chopsticks one man bonks a lady on the head by accident.

LADY
Watch it, asshole.

MAN
Fuck you, bitch, and eat your chop suey.

The lady takes her big chopstick and crashes it down on the man’s head. Enraged face is full of blood from a gash on his skull, the man takes his chop stick up as javelin and hurls it at the lady. She ducks and the flying chopstick harpoons a child across the table.

Bill
Enough! Get me outta —

Peter touches Bill and he is frozen to the spot.

Peter
See you in a little while. Learn.

Peter vanishes as Bill makes a silent scream.

Bill watches as the entire table erupts into a war while the lovely food goes untouched. The father of the stricken child breaks his stick into stakes and stabs his daughter’s killer.

MONTAGE

Many months pass with Bill watching all. No matter how hard the angelic waiters try to break up the fight the diners keep fighting and never eating. The bloodied and scarred diners become now thin as skeletons, saggy skin hanging off them.

END MONTAGE

Peter reappears wearing Bermuda shorts and sporting a fresh tan. Frozen, Bill can only express with pleading eyes.

Peter taps Bill on the shoulder. The Chinese restaurant returns to its original peaceful state and Bill moves again.

Bill
Don’t make me watch anymore. I promise, St. Peter. I’ve learned my lesson.

Peter
And what’s that?

Bill
Use smaller chopsticks?

Bill instantly freezes and the entire war erupts again into the giant chopstick war.

MONTAGE

Years pass with Bill watching. New diners appear and though it might start out a little more peaceful eventually every last person dies a horrible death before Bill’s frozen visage.

END MONTAGE

As the Chinese restaurant resets for new guests Peter appears with Bernie Madoff at his side.

Peter
Be with you in a second, Billy boy. Just have to give Bernie a seat at the table.

Bill’s mouth creaks open but he is still frozen, except for being able to speak.

Bill
How long have I been watching this shit?

Peter
Not long.

Bill
How long is not long?

Peter
Thirty years give or take a decade.

Bill
Is that who I think it is?

Peter
Yup. Bill, Bernie. Bernie, Bill.

Bernie Madoff
Howdy, Bill. Gonna join us?

Bill
Nope. I’ll just watch.

Bill can’t help a giggle as the heavenly waiters serve up the delicious food.

Bernie Madoff
You sure? Looks mighty tasty.

Bill
Oh it is. You’re gonna love it.

The lady next to Bernie bumps into him with her giant chopsticks.

Bernie
These chopsticks are a nightmare. Why don’t we just eat with our fingers?

Bill
You can’t against the rules.

Bernie, a smart man if a crook, tries anyways to eat with his fingers. Bernie’s fingers light up with an electric jolt and he lets out a yelp.

Bill
Told, ya. Arrogant bastard. You’re in hell where you belong!

Bernie
I am most certainly not. St. Peter himself told me I was in heaven.

Just as Bernie says this the man beside him bonks Bernie on the head with his chopstick.

Bernie
Ouch.

As the fighting escalates Bernie leaps from his chair and clanks two pans together for attention.

Bernie
People. This will get us nowhere. The table is about the width of our chopsticks. How about we try feeding each other from across the table?

Bill
Don’t listen to him. It’s a trick!

Man
Seems a good idea to me.

Bill
That’s Bernie Madoff. He’s a liar and the biggest damned thief who ever lived!

Bernie
I repented all that decades ago. I worked from behind bars to save millions from hunger.

Lady
I say we try. Bernie, you start. This was your idea.

Bill
Dig your own graves.

Bernie takes the giant chopsticks under his arm pits and reaches the plate of the lady across the table. With some sweat and effort Bernie manages to lift and egg roll off the plate. Everyone holds their breath as Bernie strains to gently place the egg roll in the lady’s mouth.

The lady’s face glows as she chews.

Lady
Heavenly! Let me try.

The lady who had killed the man a million times copies Bernie’s example. As the man swallows he grins ear to ear. Soon to Bill’s amazement and horror all are feeding each other beautifully with the giant chopsticks.

Peter touches Bill and he moves freely again.

Peter
Learn anything, Bill?

Bill falls to his knees and sobs.

Bill
Hell can be heaven if we take care of one another?

Peter nods with a proud smile.

Peter
What are you gonna do when you get back to earth?

Bill
Well, I ain’t going to have Chinese.

Peter
Bill…

Bill
Share this story. Share how love can make a heaven out of hell.

Peter snaps his fingers and Bill vanishes.

THE END

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Father’s Day Solstice Meditation

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, Uncategorized2 Comments

““Men weren’t really the enemy — they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill.” – Betty Friedan

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Back in Spring, my amazing partner in the work of DreamShield, Laura De Leon, of MyMysticMuse.com, and I looked at June 21st, date of a summer Solstice, for a planetary meditation we were guided to perform.  The mission: Balance earth’s masculine and feminine energies.

Since the Solstice fell on a week day we decided on Sunday June 19th as the date for our first larger scale DreamShield event since March 11th’s Oneness Dance.  But 6.19.11, we’d later figure out, fell on Father’s Day.  “Good!” we realized; a perfect day for the topic of balancing earth’s gender energies around a powerful Solstice time!

Trouble was I was traveling all through May in the Midwest for: 1. Rest from a solid year of 29 planetary meditations, 2. Returning home to scatter my father’s ashes, 3. Scouting for a 11.11.11 meditation site in the Midwest, 4. Meeting to talk to potential backers for DreamShield’s second year of work.  So the majority of the work of pulling the 50 guest event together fell on Laura’s shoulders.

Laura, who is beating chronic fatigue with the help of the angels who adore her work, was to have help from Dr. Sarah Larsen.  But the holistic doctor became overwhelmed by plans of her husband Greg’s to move to Minnesota with the kids to start a self-sustaining farm.  Enter Peter Pergelides, Natalie Koltz and Michelle Walters as Laura’s support team!

Laura, DreamShield’s mystic muse pictured in the poster to the left, created an impeccable ceremony, for which she also graciously donated her Studio City home, along with ace editor Bob Jenkis, as our location.  Then with some social media work from BuzzBroz, me, from the road populating the event and returning 3 days prior to ready Laura and Bob’s amazing backyard with some fresh paint and elbow grease, we were ready.  How’d it go?  Did people enjoy balancing the male and female energies of the planet?  Check out the happy faces in the video with a score by the incomparable Philippo Franchini.

Notice all the suns cutouts with photos of fathers tied around our necks in the video?  On the back of each sun Laura had us write thoughts on evolving the masculine energy.  Then there was a lovely fire ceremony Laura devised to release any negative energy towards an important male figure in our lives that we were carrying.  It was powerful and effective.

Drum in hand, I led an infinity loop dance around the property. Laura gave a beautiful ceremony about creating the New Masculine. A healthy, wise, evolved being that leads from the heart. Then the multi-talented diva sang sacred and popular songs with the talented Peter Pergelides and Filippo Voltagggio to keep the mood reverent yet upbeat.  Great live music was provided by Adam Rosenblatt and a fantastic song about a better relationship with dads was performed by Greg Larsen.  Topping it off, there was a sun pinnate bust up for some family style fun!

Amazingly, Laura MC’d the entire event as well, while her husband, Bob Jenkis, recorded all for the web (many videos to follow).

There were great speakers, Alfonso De Rose, spoke of the “balls” the masculine needs in the coming age, Dr. Sarah Larsen, exhausted from getting her family packed for Minnesota, one too many good-bye parties and baking a cake for the day, managed to come alive to speak of the significance of the Solstice, Dean Thomas spoke of herbs and spices for a healthy male, I spoke about DreamShield and my father’s need to balance the dark and light side of male energy as symptomatic of what the world needs and Laura spoke of the deep need to evolve earth’s the masculine from the heart, from where the mystic muse always speaks.

One speech that was missing, as it came to us too late, was from a young Hollywood talent and one of the earth angels of DreamShield, Ramon Govea.  I’ll close with an excerpt from his thoughts that Laura would have read in the ceremony.

When we strive to be better than we were yesterday every day, change in the form of evolution is inevitable. For me, becoming a man has meant a lot of repairing and healing with my father who firmly represented the old paradigm of classic chauvinist, rigid control. Growing up Catholic only enforced these fundamentalist ideals, and being a rebellious spirit, I was determined to subconsciously get revenge for the control. I was afraid. Afraid of authority and specifically masculine authority. So, when I was 17, I rebelled with such anger and sadness at the core of my choices that I alienated most people in my life at the time. I used anger as a defense to keep from being hurt or abandoned any more and not consciously, I was determined to sabotage any happiness I found in others before “they could.”

My body reflected that, my new relationships embodied it, and my mind was so hazy, focus was impossible. I didn’t speak to my father for 3 years when I found out he was divorcing my Mother. I was filled with such rage and hate for those college years that I was surely on a path to self destruction.

I was powerless. I was a victim. I had succumbed to circumstance. But where there is darkness, only light can show a new path and so it was that years later after much trudging through the bowels of anger and fear something inside of me was awakened and here we are now — each of you awakened. Awake and not only ready for change but consciously creating it. You have decided that enough is enough and the old ways of fear and control no longer serve us.

Remember, the value in the experience was seeing the darkness first hand so that we can now walk with light and understand those who are still resonating in that frequency. Hidden underneath that fear is love and you are choosing it today. You choose to surround yourself with other amazing souls dedicated to feeding this energetic “love” paradigm and only by choosing that can we hope to decrease the fear and step into our true power.

This time is about discovering power. Force is the old way of having control, but today’s shift is about power that lives so deep in our hearts that it cannot be taken. The new balance of masculine and feminine is a beautiful mix of power through unconditional love. When our reactions are based in this energy, nothing can prevent miracles in our daily lives.

So, what does it mean to be a man in this new paradigm? Of that I can’t give a definitive answer, I mean I’m 28 and still feel like a kid sometimes, but I do know that the man I am becoming will be one who loves.

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Mother’s Day-Dream: Oprah Hosts DreamShield 2012 Mega Event

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Conscious Nashville, DreamShield, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, Spirit Recvoery, UncategorizedLeave a comment

A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.  ~Peter De Vries

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Yep.  That’s is me at age 6, your faithful DreamShield reporter of the unseen work of 2012, there on the far right with my brother, Fred, and lovely mother, Georgiana.

My father, who took the picture, demonstrates a keen eye for composition.  Now, I see where I got that from. So many gifts from our parents we sometimes lose sight of.  But the more I heal for the work of a gentle 2012, the more good I can see in my folks.

I have two kids of my own from a great mother named Gloria.  Gloria and I divorced in 1992 and have lost touch since our two wonderful kids, Jonathan and Janelle, grew up.  I wish Gloria well on this Mother’s Day 2011, at the Lull before 2012, when many of us light workers seem to be enjoying the simpler things in life.

My busy mind fluttered with the above as my roomie Bradley Quick stomped around on the big apartment here at The Cool Change Foundation most of the night it seemed and then solid from 6:30 AM to 7:30 Am, before he finally went to his club for a workout.

Sometimes I wonder if the energetic radio talk show host – I had to buy a sound soother to finally get some rest! – ever sleeps more than an hour or two like Edison was famed for.  I move out in 10 days of Bradley’s modest yet spacious NoHo studios, tucked in a mostly Hispanic neighborhood where Mexcian folk music blends with the sounds of the many dogs.  A place, where despite all the noise, I’ve produced over 100 videos with over half a million views for his charity that help people battle substance abuse and made over 200 videos for DreamShield on YouTube.

But before I make an apartment hunt for a new LA base, I travel back home for a month to scatter my father’s ashes, rest, see my kids and hopefully raise some cash to continue the work of DreamShield via a documentary and reestablish the single occupant life style the recession cost me fall of 2009.  And I am sure a meditation or two will take place while I am there as well.

This blog is dedicated to Laura and Bob's wonderful Mama Jenkis who just passed away in March of this year.

Once Bradley Quick finally stomped his way out the apartment, hard not to stomp with a floor that resonates like drum and creaks like the deck of a ship, I turned my sound soother to meditation music and lit a beautiful Virgin Mary candle Laura De Leon gave me as gift for dog-sitting her little Bella last week.

GOLDEN OPRAH-TUNITY

I was powered up instantly in this meditation, stronger and faster I realized than Superman, my childhood hero.  My astral super-Ken-self sat up on the edge of the bed and I began to spin at super speed.  In an instant I tore a shaft through earth’s crust until I reached a vast cavern miles beneath the city of angels.

The cave was all lit up, like a golden sunrise.  I flew a short distance beneath the stalactites and saw a giant golden pyramid.  My higher self knew, “The golden mother of all pyramids. Command center for the work of a gentle 2012.”

I landed gracefully at the base of the golden pyramid, but saw no entrance. I completed a super speed scan of the entire perimeter in vain.  But somehow I knew all I had to do was have faith in order to enter.  I took a deep breath and stepped right through the golden outer wall of the pyramid and found myself in a long upward slopping great hall.

The walls of the hall were adorned with oil paintings portraying great women of the world. Mothers of both the body and soul of humanity, from the supposed ordinary homemaker to the most famous like Oprah.

I soon reached the center in the pyramid. A huge studio audience of angels, aliens and humans burst into cheers and applause upon my arrival.  A beautiful tech-angel took me by the arm past the stage, where Oprah entertained the crowd.

Oprah, client of mine from my hay days as a Chicago real estate developer, when I built her Harpo Studios, gave me a wave and a friendly shout, “Hey, Ken!  Make it great!”

I waved back and pretended to know what Oprah meant by “Make it great!” The angel-tech chuckled at my confusion as she opened a door revealing dazzling golden control room.

Monitors buzzed with live feeds from every sacred site on earth.  Stonehenge, the pyramids of Giza, the Parthenon in Greece, a new white city of lights in Nashville, St. Peter’s square in Rome, the plains of Africa, Mexico, Washington DC, Hollywood… All was on gorgeous 3D display!

The angel-tech pointed to her watch and smiled,  “Live in 60 seconds, Mr. Sheetz.”

I nervously put on a mic headset.  I was narrator for Oprah’s big show but I had no script. The “on the air” light blinked and I gulped.  But the words flowed like I’d rehearsed the intro for years:

“You’re watching Oprah’s DreamShield special!  Live from all the Earth’s 24 hours time zones, it’s the dawn of the golden age!  Estimates of over 2 billion people are tuned in, all to meditate on a gentle 2012 as one.  We welcome all peaceful beings from all the worlds across the universe who have loved and watched over our tiny blue world for eons.  A world that now celebrates humanity’s full admittance as a sovereign member of the Galactic Society. Over to you, Oprah.”

Then Bradley was back from the club and I was back in the tiny room that had been my home for a year and raring to get moving onto the work of gentle 2012.  My trip home on May 18th was going to be a huge success.  Of this I was sure.
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5.5.11 DreamShield is 1 – The 12 Horses of 2012

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Conscious Nashville, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, Spirit Recvoery, UFO, Uncategorized2 Comments

To ride a horse is to ride the sky.  ~Author Unknown

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Looking back on how fast the first year of DreamShield went, December 21, 2012 is almost here.  Well, as I write it is still 595 days, 8 hours, 22 minutes and 11 seconds away.

One year ago, in a yoga hall that was a former horse stable in Italy, I had powerful vision of  3 ET style blue angels joining our SoulDrama group of 12 humans who were deep under the meditation spell of Guilia, the healer of Santa Maria Del Sole, who was chanting over us in words of ancient Hebrew, words that she has kept secret so far, even from me.

In that yoga hall vision on 5.5.10 I saw the 3 ET style angels join their blue energy to we dozen humans.  This in turn, over a period of about a week of successive visions, created an energetic shield around the earth to ensure a gentle 2012 that I named the DreamShield.

This first vision has been recounted many times in ceremonies and on the web and has been seen by thousands of people all over the world.  See our first of 220 videos on the topic of 2012 here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lg4wDtw3vD4

I somehow thought I could go back to my normal life after the big 10.10.10 event, an event that an angelic voice guided me to conduct, and come back to the DreamSheild global events I’d also been guided to do in Italy last year on 11.11.11, only 6 months away now, and the finale on 12.12.12.  But just a few weeks after the fabulous 10.10.10 event a series of planetary meditations came to me again from the mysterious voice starting November 1, 2010.

The 11.1.10 event ceremony was at NoHo Park at the 9.11 monument and was conducted by Isabella Stoloff, the Shaman who had conducted opened our 10.10.10 event.  Profound visions happened to me now for the third time in a row.  And they have never failed to happen every time I meditate on the mission of a gentle 2012.

Moving forward from 11.1.10 Isabella would not be available as she was in Orange County and busy with her own interpretation of 2012 and Sarah, despite her amazing skills as holistic doctor and third generation palmist and social butterfly, had a young kids and a busy practice to juggle.  So I was a bit lost on how to move forward with a series of planetary meditations I was being guided to perform on binary dates that were rolling up fast.

Enter the amazing Laura De Leon to the DreamShield story!  Now with her help and Sarah plus Lee McCormick’s help in Nashville as our sponsor and Nathaniel Hansen’s as our website guru we were ready for anything.

Laura became a dear, dear friend in the process.  She has a practice helping Hollywood talent reach their full creative potential called MyMysticMuse.  And she became my personal guru along with DreamShield’s and I became her social media guru with my BuzzBroz.com buzz biz.

Ramon Govea and Kara Mooney would also step up to meet the challenge of the Gateway year of DreamShield in hosting our very first dance meditation at the Temple of visions on 3.11.11.  And Laura would amaze me by singing sacred music at the event despite the loss of a family member that week.

Together our global team would perform 25 DreamShield meditations between 10.10.10 and today 5.1.11.  They cover a broad range of issues from tectonic plate activity reduction, to solar flares, greed, clean energy, to the the intimate like healing the earth from child abuse and addiction.  None of the of us have take any pay for all this.  DreamShield a labor of pure love supported by love donations at DreamShield.org. Where we hope you please visit to donate.

But stay with us for this important 1 year anniversary DreamShield vision before you run off to give.

THE TWELVE HORSES OF 2012

This morning I was deep in meditation in my studio at The Cool Change Foundation, a bit sad that I’ll be leaving soon as all the video and web work that I have donated to that charity has blossomed into a production schedule that makes it too busy for me to have the peace and quite I need for my meditations and writing.

In the vision my father, who passed in January on 2011 after a sudden cancer took him, came to me.  He’d not been to visit me from the after life for weeks.  Last time I saw him he having an adventure aboard a sleek silver spaceship traveling faster than the speed of light for the center of the universe.

Dad had changed much.  He was young again. He looked to be in his 30s. His cancer wracked body of 82 years a distant memory.  Dad glowed with an inner light now.  He leaned to me said to me, “Sorry I left you nothing in my Last Will and Testament, Ken.”

I explained I’d not expected a thing as my step mom, 15 years his junior, needed everything to get by plus I added, “Other thing is I think you thought you’d never die.”

My father smiled proudly at my unselfish behavior and said, “Here’s my inheritance for you son. A gift to help your work of ensuring a gentle 2012.”

A white horse appeared before us that rivaled the beauty of Pegasus. Before I could say a word another horse, black as the dark of space appeared beside the white horse, followed by a Palamino with white mane.

“One horse for each month of your first year with DreamShield, Ken. – 12 horses for the work of 2012,” my father proclaimed as ten more horses appeared in rapid succession.  Each glowed with an inner light shining dazzling hues and shades of the rainbow upon Beck Street in North Hollywood, where we stood in the vision that morning as the sun rose.

Now a golden chariot appeared behind the powerful team of 12 horses.

“Get on!” my father said chuckling at my hesitation.  “Take these. You’ll need them.” Dad, a former welder, placed 12 lightning bolts in my hand and swatted the lead horse, the white horse on the butt.

The team of 12 mighty horses charged up Beck Street and spun right onto Chandler Boulevard heading west.  Car tires screeched.  Horns honked at the spectacle.

The horse team took to the morning air, carrying my chariot along like a feather .  I spun the team east on Laurel Canyon Blvd and flew for the sun.  Soon I could see LA and the Pacific far below.  Whales cried out to us from the sea as we left the atmosphere.

I saw the DreamShield pulsing white and strong below.  “Wow!”  I wondered to myself thinking of what to use the lightning bolts for.  Happy of the magic of these beautiful and healing spiritual adventures.  Not just a lifetime but for all time in every incarnation I have ever had in every dimension.

Please give today in honor of the one year birthday of DreamShield as there is much to do in preparation for 11.11.11, another global celebration like 10.10.10.  No official word yet but for Greece we may be gaining access to an ancient temple.  I feel guided to travel to Greece for that one and hope Sarah and Laura will feel the call to be there as well.  Help make it happen.  We have thousands of fans now,  If all gave what they can, even if it’s only $10 or $20 we’d be all set.

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Sorry to be so pushy.  The angels made me do it:)

Freedom from Osama’s Shadow

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“All men are caught up in an inescapable network of mutuality.” – Martin Luther King

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

The conundrum for the New Age 2012 community is that many believe humanity must vibrate this world to a new level through the power of love for all.   But how to love a guy like Osama bin Laden who killed so many innocents and set off 10 years of war that led to countless other losses around the world?

I wonder if MLK were alive today, what the great compassionate man, who so many on Facebook are quoting for his disdain for celebrating in the killing of another human being, would have to say about Osama’s death and the joy it is bringing to so many of us.  We’ll never really know.

A year ago, when all my unexpected and un-looked for spiritual work of 2012 started in Italy, I asked SoulDrama founder, Connie Miller, how a good people like the Italians ended up siding with Hitler and the Nazis.  She wisely said, “The brighter the light the darker the shadow.”

Under this premise, the Muslim world’s bright light may have produced Osama and the terrorists.  My joy is that America and the Muslim World both have our freedom again, freedom from Osama’s shadow.

Please give on the Paypal donation tab on the bottom of our official home page at DreamShield.org to help us keep doing these vital meditations.

The White Tree of 10.10.10 and the Coming of 11.11.11

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 “A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” – Oscar Wilde

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Approaching the one year anniversary of the angelic vision in Italy of a gentle 2012, reflecting back to 10.10.10, it was in this meditation I would learn my visions are no fluke.  I’ve now been part of over 25 official DreamShield meditations and been granted a powerful vision in every one of them.

My dream is to one day have a budget to share my all visions with you and the many visions others are having as we approach 2012.  There’s never been a documentary ever made like it!

Sorry, I am no CG artist.  But it’s better to light one computer screen than to curse a dark movie theater. Enjoy.

There will be many more DreamShield events, big like 11.11.11 and 12.12.12 and small in between.  Meantime, we encourage you to make a donation today so that our dream team can travel, as the angels have asked, to all 24 time zones by 2o12 and help the angels manifest a gentle future.  We need your support.

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Fairies: Vital to a Gentle 2012

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Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.  But their magic sparkles in nature.  ~Lynn Holland

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

4.26.10 It was almost time for me to travel to Italy but I was still short on cash for the trip.  So imagine my joy when a job materialized last minute to visit Bushwillows.

Just north of LA, this gem of a private garden is a light worker haven. It’s run by a talented and magical South African couple, Deborah and Steve.

4.20.11 Almost a year, today, later I felt called to visit the gardens again.  Deborah from Bushwillows had not aged a day.  Don’t believe me? Look at this video from today where she was interviewed by Laura De Leon .

Coolest of all, tonight I realized one of the DreamShield posters uses fairy art.  That leaves no doubt that the littlest angels that are hard at work on a gentle 2012 came to us from lovely Bushwillows.

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First Vision in Italy May 2010 of a Gentle 2012

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“Ego has a voracious appetite, the more you feed it, the hungrier it gets,” – Nathaniel Bronner Jr.

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Santa Maria Del Sole, Former Monestary turned spritual retreat and yoga center where the vision for a gentle 2012 began

May 5, 2010.  I lay on the yoga mat in Santa Maria Del Sole’ resort’s hall in Italy, emotionally raw and blissfully exhausted from five consecutive 12 hour work days, participating as both a student and as a filmmaker, covering social media for a group workshop called SoulDrama.  I lay wondering what the hell I was doing here.  After all, I’d not wanted to come to Italy for all the memories it brought back to me of the heartless fool I used to be 20 years ago.

I closed my eyes and flashed back to the last time I was in Italy in 1990.  I was as a millionaire real estate developer.  One who was building Oprah’s Harpo Studios and $162 million skyscraper at the same time.  I came to Italy those 20 years ago to pick out marble from the same Carrera quarry that Michelangelo had selected stone for his David statue.

On the long flight from Chicago I read a book my wife gave me called THE HERO WITH THOUSAND FACES.  By the time my plane touched down in Rome my faith in the Catholic church would never be the same.

I’d like to say I was open and awake to all faiths, but Campbell’s book had the opposite effect on me back in 1990.  I instead chose to believe his marvelous book was proof that all religions were no more than myths.

Why this dark interpretation of Campbell’s great book?  Simple.  Ego.  My fragile yet mammoth ego, a compensation for growing up in house filled with chaos and abuse, chose to believe that nothing higher than humanity, and therefore amazing me, existed in the universe.

Feeding my fat ego on a steady diet of fawning Italian marble vendors making a muli-million dollar sale, catered to with lavish hotels and the very best restaurants of the Italian Riviera, I decided when I returned to Chicago I would announce my plans for a divorce.

And why not?  I knew now there was no hell for having a divorce.  I was free and felt I deserved better for myself than my simple wife who had been my college sweetheart. The kids would get to visit me and they’d be better off than listening to all the fights that were a constant in my rage to be treated like a giant at home the way I was getting treated at work.

Why could my wife not see I was no longer the starving artist she married?!  The nerve of this woman not seeing my greatness!  Yeah, you’d have hated me then.

Little did I realize that I was on my way to losing everything.  A humbling fall of epic proportions that would take me to the brink.  But that’s another story.  The one that got me to Italy again in spring of 2010 via The Cool Change Foundation, a charity run by Bradley Quick who I proudly donate social media for one day a week to help people battle back from addiction.  Let’s save that great story for later.

As sad lessons of my heartless ego driven past flashed before my closed eyes in the yoga hall, I decided to change the channel in my head.  I started to gripe to myself about 3 students who were always late to anything I had been filming all week.  I somehow felt that having the group pf 20 complete might spiritually help me undo something I had done before I’d left LA.  Namely, promoting a video that might spread mass hysteria about catastrophic events ET guru Sheldon Nidle felt were coming in November of 2010, only months away.

Filippo Voltaggio and Sheldon Nidle Speak April 2010 of Earth's Demise Coming in November 2010 on LIFE CHANGES WITH FILIPPO

No sooner did the dark thought pass over my mind like a rain cloud than 3 angels appeared in the yoga hall.  These were not ordinary angels.  They were well over 7 feet tall. Blue ET angels who wore blue garbs that complimented their beautiful blue skin that glistened with dazzling crystals in sacred geometrical patterns.

As Gulia, the healer of Santa Maria Del Sole, who was conducting the group healing in the 300 year old stable turned yoga hall chanted over us, the blue angels took up position in the empty yoga mats.

One angel lay down on the empty mat to my right.  As I tentatively touched its gown the angel smiled at me reassuringly.

Blue energy flowed from the angels that flowed through and around the joined group.  The coarse yellow brick ceiling of the yoga hall transformed to pure solid gold. Gold that rippled and cracked with energy like a giant super conductor.  The blue angel energy kept me calm as the floor turned to glass.  I saw below us a multi-dimensional mirror image of the yoga hall that was not quite like our reality.

Before I could think about all that was happening, the ends of the yoga hall blasted off.  Energy bands raced around the north and south poles, uniting after circling the globe here again in the yoga hall.  Now the east and west ends of the yoga hall blasted east and west around the planet.  Earth was surrounded by two bright and beautiful white energy bands. A giant cross I would eventually figure out.

Gulia’s chants ended.  Chants I learned some months later that were ancient Hebrew and secret.

The vision of the angels slowly faded.  The group stirred from the meditation.  Healers healing themselves, the group of twenty were from all across the world, Brazil, Greece, Holland and the US.  I felt honored to work and film with them all week. It was the spiritual education of lifetime in a single week, and now this epic vision.

As SoulDrama Italy drew to an end I spoke to others in the group about my vision of blue ET angels and the energy bands.  No one had seen what I saw.  Some had simply fallen asleep.  An excited fellow student asked me what I thought the vision meant and I said, “Getting the word out about Gulia’s gifts via social media I guess.”

When I went to Connie Miller, founder of SoulDrama, to talk to her about my startling vision of angels sending energy bands across the earth, she was preoccupied with an upcoming class in Greece.  A class that was falling apart along with the crumbling Greek economic disaster.  I was on my own and full of fear that I was losing my mind.

The last night of the trip the Santa Maria Del Sole staff moved me to a neighboring resort for the night.  Dazed and confused by the vision of blue angels protecting the earth I left the yoga resort without speaking to Gulia of my vision.

That night at the little alternate resort I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.  Hours passed in the quiet Italian countryside as I dreamed ordinary dreams when a loud echoing voice, like out of a badly made Bible movie, woke me from my slumber…

“What happened at Santa Maria Del Sole was far more than a mission of social media, Ken.” the disembodied voice echoed.

“Huh?” I mumbled into my pillow.

“The energy bands you saw circling the earth are holding the tectonic plates together.  On 10.10.10 you must gather people together to strengthen the energy bands.”

“10.10.10?  First visions and now voices?” I sobbed into my pillow, surprised I was crying like a kid.

I sat up in bed, heart pounding.  Knowing I’d not get back to sleep, I paced about grounds of the quaint resort.  A rooster crowed at the rising sun.  I needed to talk to Gulia and try to get a handle on all the crazy stuff happening to me and so I called the resort.  Thankfully they sent a car to bring me back for breakfast and a chat with the great healer of Santa Maria Del Sole.

I fully explained the vision and the audio message to Gulia and resort owner and Italian rock star Salvatore, who acted as interpreter between Gulia and me.  As you can see, once the interview part of the video starts, Salvatore was a tad uncomfortable about the vision while Gulia was elated.

As I was getting in the car for the airport Gulia ran up and  said in broken English, “Call when you get the after-visions!”

“After-visions?” I said in horror.

Gulia simply waved goodbye and shouted, “Ciao!” with a little smile as our car sped off.

And two nights later in my humble twin bed back in LA at The Cool Change Foundation the after vision came to me in a waking dream.  The energy bands began to spin at such incredible speed they became a shield around the earth.  What I would come to call the DreamShield, not realizing this was also a native American artifact like the more well know dream catcher.

That’s how all this got started.  It really began in 1990 when I had to lose my old faith in order to gain a new one for 2012.

Did I really witness ET angels saving the world from Sheldon Nidle’s vision of destruction come November 2010 in Italy on May 5, 2010 or was it all my overactive imagination?  Well, Earth is still here on this lovely April 9, 2011 as I write on a chilly Saturday by LA standards and humanity is racing onwards and upwards to a gentle 2012 aren’t we?  That’s enough for me.

Hey, I can’t make the trip this year to Italy but it looks like but you still can.  Tell Connie Ken Sheetz of DreamShield sent you and report back if you see any angels there like I did.  Info on 2011’s April 30 to May 7th SoulDrama Italy here.

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2012 is Not Y2K

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Conscious Nashville, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, Spirit Recvoery, UncategorizedLeave a comment
Computers are useless, they can only give you answers. -Pablo Picasso

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Many times I hear, “2012 is is going to be just like Y2K. Much ado about nothing.”  But 2012 is nothing like 2000.  2000 is an arbitrary date on the calendar. One that created some headaches for the computer world, and thereby a cottage industry for computer jocks.

2012 is the end of the 3,125 year old Mayan calendar. A calendar Hollywood has taken out of context to mean the end of the world.  The Mayans are not happy about this, as you can see in this text video. Rather, the elder Maya believe this is not the end of the world, but the end of the world as we know it.

My world has certainly ended already as I knew it with DreamShield and its mission of quelling 2012 fear.  For a change I am doing something that has no economic goal but a societal one to better the planet.  Gone is the greed in my heart.  I know a peace and serenity that has eluded me my entire 58 years on this world.  I am not writing stories with my brain but rather living them with my heart.

And I am having fun!  Meet a new animated mascot for DreamShield.  Wind: Rainbow Warrior for a Gentle 2012

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Road Work Ahead: Solving the Merlin Code

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Abraham Lincoln, Conscious Nashville, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, Spirit Recvoery, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Mt Shasta lay under heavy cloud cover and a blanket of fresh snow for our entire visit.  The reason many UFO experts at Mt. Shasta had speculated, if speculated is the word as these light workers show no doubt when they speak of UFOs, was to hide the many spaceships that were convening for earth’s formal admittance as a  protected species of galactic society.

So on the way home that December 23, 2010 it came as no surprise to all in our minivan of light workers that the Winter Solstice moon appeared soon as we were a few miles out of town.  How happy were we?  Looney happy.  Take a look and listen.

Part of all this joy was we had not not slept in back to back meditations at Mt. Shasta that had an all night driving session in a blizzard as its prelude.  The joy of it all kept me from feeling exhausted, that and lots of Red Bull.  Yeah, we were looney for good reason.

As we got back on 1-5 and everyone fell asleep for the all night drive home, I had some time to reflect on one of my dreams while staying at the Dream Inn BLOG POST HERE. In the dream I am Ohom a 7 foot tall blue angel.  I fly in for landing before the Galactic Council beneath Mt. Shasta.  I plead the case to remove the MERLIN code on earth.  Yes, Merlin was not a person but a brain scrambling program that I, the Ohom me, had designed.

M.E.R.L.I.N.: MIND -ERASING -RANDOMIZER – LINEAR – INFINITE – NULLIFIER

Yes, I was the laughing stock at the Galactic council because I in fact had created the Merlin code and then forgot that I forgot.  All this before I created MERLIN and all the other earth blocking chakrah’s myself in another incarnation, an alien one.

MERLIN was the key, if that could be unlocked then the rest of earth’s chakrah’s would follow and humanity would progress to a gentle 2o12.

Random stations began to pop on and off and snapped me out of my dream memories.  Sarah Larsen woken to the odd radio mix.

“Sorry, want me to turn off the radio so you can sleep?” I asked sleepy eyed Sarah.

“No.  I think it’s a UFO message!” said Sarah, now wide awake with excitement.

“Message?”

“From the ETs?” said Sarah.

“More like a broken radio,” I grumped as I downed some Red Bull.

“No look at the radio control.  They’re codes,” she said pointing at the radio.

“Hmm.  I was just thinking about how we need to crack that Merlin Code dream I told you about when the radio went nuts.  This is your family minivan.  Has this ever happened before?”

“No!  I need a pencil!  Some paper!” said Sarah digging through her big purse.

Now, something like the Merlin Code is cool, but what I find even more amazing is how women can dig in their big purses and find things.  Sure enough Sarah found something to write with and began copying down the codes on the radio.

“What was the first word of the Merlin code?” said Sarah as the radio played bits and pieces of various songs that were making sentences.

“Wow.  I’ve had too much Red Bull.  These songs seem to be making a pattern.”

“The first word?!” Sarah shouted in her excitement.

“Mind. ” I yawned.

“Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” Sarah worried.

“Red Bull’s kicking in.  Wow, if I were alone I’d think this radio thing was a too much sugar and lack of sleep hallucination.”

Numeric and letter codes flashed across the radio dial.  Songs from retro 50s to dance electronica popped up in random order with that made so much sense in the context of this work that I laughed.  One string of songs sang in code,”Love/forgotten/hidden stars/human races/I am a butterfly.

“M-I-N-D… ” Said Sarah counting the numeric codes.

“What are you doing? Matching up the codes to the alphabet.”

Dr. Sarah worked on the codes for the next half hour, carefully matching and mixing words and letter.

“Got it, the first unlocking “spell” spells ‘MEMORY'”.

“Makes crazy sense.”  I said shaking my head in disbelief.  ERASING is next.”

Another hour of codes on the radio and frantic writing Sarah had the counter code and giggled, “E-N-E-R-G-Y!”

“Wish I had more, ” I said tugging back on more Red Bull.  I was wishing we had some budget to stay an extra night at Shasta rather than this crazy all night drive.

The next one, the scary one that came up the Merlin Code sequence was RANDOMIZER.  The time Randomizer was the tricky one that my dream Ohom self had used to make it humanly impossible to solve Merlin without help when the for gentle 2012 had arrived.  Help like the code that was coming in on Sarah’s minivan radio.

I explained to Sara, “The RANDOMIZER keeps humanity from uniting as each day at sunrise before we wake when it scramble time and people like eggs.  One day you go to sleep as Bob in 1952 and next day you wake up as Marsha in 1602.  That’s messed up.  Nice work, Ohom.  My other self was one clever bastard.  Billions upon billion of split time lines converging and emerging to scatter humanity.”

“Yes, ” Sarah said, “There have been countless time loops leading to this moment.  But always when we would get close to solving the Merlin code the RANDOMIZER would scatter our light worker teams and we start over, go to before 2012 to try to get it right.”

I decided to swallow my disbelief in UFOs and help the doctor by sharing this crazy story of the Randomizer.  “Sarah, if we don’t solve the Merlin code by sunrise we are going to forget everything and be Randomized again.”

“Let’s keep working!”

Two hours later of the UFO broadcast of symbols and songs Sarah had another the RANDOMIZER code breaker. “Reality!” Sarah shouted lous enough I shushed her for the sake of the sleeping Dream team in back.

“I’m getting we need to recite these words to break the code a sacred spot once we have them all.  But where?”

It will come to us.  Let’s keep working.  What’s the next word of the Merlin Code?”

“Linear”

“Well, this one’s easy my heart says it’s LOVE.

“Too easy?” I worried she had used the same method to solve the code as the other words.

“Love is easy.” Sarah giggled,

“Never has been for me.”

“All the more reason I know LOVE is right.”

INFINITE was next and it took a couple of hours that seemed infinite as my Red Bull was wearing off and this was all starting to feel like a silly kids game to my inner cynic that believes none of this.  My ego was taking over, as Laura De Leon of Mystic Muse keeps telling me.  The ego fights for its story of a conventional world versus the world of the unseen.  How I wished Laura was with us now to work this out.  But she had passed on the trip as she was not feeling up to the outdoors of winter at Mt. Shasta.

“IMAGINE!”  squealed Sarah like a kid holding up her scribblings from the radio codes.  A psychic and 3rd generation palm reader Sarah was full of boundless energy for this sort of work.

“I’m amazed I’m not sleepy.” we crested the road down to the Simi Valley into LA and the lights of the city sparkled beneath a sky beginning to brighten for day.  Time was running out to solve the code.  “Last word is NULLIFIER.”

“Normalize, ” said the doctor as we made our way through the city to drop off our first passenger in Passendena.

“The Rose Bowl.  I think that’s where we do the mediation to unlock the code.”  I said.

“Why there?  I thought the beach in Santa Monica would be nice.” Said Sarah, finally yawning now that the codes had been broken.

“Because that’s where the guy who hitched a ride back to LA is from Passadena and we’d never make it to Santa Monica before the suns comes up and we Randomize,” saying secretly to myself that if all this UFO radio stuff was in our heads at least Id be home sooner.  Bonus.

At that moment, as if to give me faith, the radio stopped surfing and settled into one station.

The other passengers woke as they sensed we were nearly home.   Sarah turned to explain about the crazy radio stuff and said, “We broke the code the unlock the mind chakrah. Is everyone OK with a side trip to the Rose Bowl for a DreamShield meditation?”

The young guy who had hitched a ride from Mt. Shasta, Da, wanted to be dropped off.  Sarah smiled at me because I was right that with him as the first drop off we’d never make it to the ocean before sunrise and we be randomized.

As we dropped the bedazzled Da off I got out of the van to take a whiz in the alley.  I picked an out of the way spot from the passengers and did my business.  I looked up as I zipped up into the eyes of Jesus in a crown of thorns, drawn in pencil on the whitewashed fence.

As I hopped back behind the wheel I saw Mica had gone back to sleep.

We hit the main drag of Passadena looking for sign to the Rise Bowl. That should be easy right?  Wrong.  So borrowing someone’s Iphone  Sarah pulled up a Google Map.  We were heading in the complete wrong direction and the sky was brightening.

Fatima, who was now wide awake in the far backseat, said we might only have about 10 minutes left to sunrise as I spun the minivan around.  I didn’t fully believe in all this stuff but like always I had a “Why take chances?” attitude.  I was determined to break this code I’d dreamed I had created in another incarnation.  Was I racing the clock to beat my own past incarnations RANDOMIZER program, or high on too many Red Bulls, I wondered.

Finally after getting lost one more time, which seemed like the work of a spell but could just as well have been exhaustion we arrived at the Rose Bowl.  We walked onto the grounds, in preparation for the Rose Bowl parade and did our meditation.  Sarah read the unraveling of the MERLIN code.

And as we left I could see angels inside the Rose Bowl cheering our success.  Every bit of science fiction writing or reading I’ve ever done pales by comparison to this strange other worldly/real-life adventure in which I am a skeptical player.

Time has actually felt more linear to me since we did this work, the first time we as a race go to bed in one life and awake in the same time line.  I am constantly amazed by this project’s beauty and the fact we are not the only people doing this work. There are hundreds if not thousands of light workers involved.  Whether this is real or a product of our imaginations it sure is fun and exciting.  And that’s going to raise our world’s vibration.  Ripples of a new future for humanity are spreading one person at a time.

Mother earth is alive and getting healthier every day as we race for a gentle 2012.

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