Category: Planetary Meditations

LINCOLN JOINS DREAMSHIELD, ASKS U.S. TO STOP FEEDING ON DINOSAURS

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Abraham Lincoln, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, UFOLeave a comment

My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth. – Abraham Lincoln

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

LINCOLN IS BACK

Last fall, 2009, as a result of the bad economy costing me my VW Beetle, I was looking to carpool a ride to a social media education event in Marina Del Rey.  I sent out an invite to a filmmaker group I belong to offering a free spot in the class in return for a ride and Tom Katsis, an actor I met briefly once before in auditions for one of my TV shows, responded right away.

I learned on the ride from Agoura Hills -where I lived shortly before I had to give up my beautiful home in the long hard recession – on the way to Marina Del Rey that the lanky humorous Tom Katsis is, in addition to being an actor of serious late bloomer talent, one of the leading Abe Lincoln actors in America.  There was an instant connection between Tom and me as we both are huge Abraham Lincoln fans. Tom and I quickly collaborated right there in the car and later over tacos on a web series we named “Lincoln is Back“.

The moment I got home I began writing the script.  Instantly, I felt the words of the great Civil War president flow through me.  At the time, before my spiritual awakening spring of this year with the vision of a gentle 2012 in Italy that began all this, I was afraid to say that I was directly channeling Lincoln.

Our greatest president is vexed with today’s politicians on both sides of the aisle and especially in the White House.  Yes, I was psychic channeling because in less than 5 days I wrote the entire eleven web episodes, the equivalent of three half-hour long TV shows.  I am a fast writer – one of the reasons I’ve been chosen to foster DreamShield – but I am not that fast.

Abe speaks in our web series to America about his fears that a new slavery has taken hold of America, a slavery to corporations.  Here’s my personal favorite of the YouTube.com/AbeLincolnisBack series, where Abe talks about the Cornfield Battle of 1862 and the war on obesity America faces as result of too much corn in our diets.  Go get ’em, Abe!

For the 12/12/10 planetary mediation to switch America from oil cars to electric cars, exactly two years before what is to be the climax to the planetary meditations work with a huge global 12/12/12 event, I’d been guided to form intimate scale dream team in North Hollywood at the 9/11 monument.  I made personal calls to a few people who know the site’s location, happy this was going to be simple.

Tom had been unable to attend the amazing 11/1/10 mediation at the 9/11 monument and Abraham Lincoln’s spirit was upset with Tom for missing that event at the 9/11 monument as it was election eve.  Abe wanted to be heard about voting for the individuals, not parties, who oppose, as he did while in office, unbridled corporate power.  This time when Tom was called on to be at the monument today he promised to be there and ready for work.  I’d already done a Reiki healing on Tom, to help him get over a case of shingles faster, at the site a week ago and so he knew the 9/11 monument’s location well.

HEAVENLY FORMULA FOR SUCCESS

What I was simply not expecting, and angels love surprises, was that all night long, through the wee hours before the 12/12/10 event, I was downloaded with complex chemical formulas. Where these were coming from I simply trusted and accepted as the angels’ work.  But the buzz of chemical formulas kept me up most of the night, formula after formula, until I finally I complained, “Guys, I’m only mortal and need some sleep.  I’m certainly no scientist.  I have no idea of what any of this stuff you are sending me means.”

Then I hear the soft east coast accent of David Angell, one of the lost of 911 from Flight 11, my guardian angel for this work.  He chuckles and reassures me, “Have faith, Kenny.  You’ll know exactly what to do with all this chemical stuff. We got your back at the monument.”

This makes me happy. “Thanks, David, ” I say in my mind, “I know I am on the right track whenever you are around.”

“Relax and enjoy the chemistry lesson of lifetime, Kenny.  Sorry it’s such a gigantic download but we are getting the oil monkey off earth’s back, you know, kiddo,”  adds David.

“No more complaints.  Keep it coming, angels,” I mutter into my pillow.  I relax and start to dream, and lose the chemical data connection, but the clever angels keep feeding data to me in new creative ways.  In one dream I am in a business meeting when I notice pencils on the conference table are all grouped together in a chemical formula pattern and I wake with a start, only to get more downloads to angel giggles.

The flowing ocean of information, including machinery blueprints, come in flashes so fast and in such volume that I can only lie still and do my work as a willing receiver.  The angelic downloads go on and on until the break of daylight when I finally get some real sleep.

SLEEPY DREAM WORKER

The next morning my bright eyed and bushy tailed roomie, Bradley Quick, rambles on and on about new software and gear while I help the lovable lug to haul in a file cabinet he bought at an estate sale.  After the moving work is done I realize time is flying by and cut Brad off mid-techno-babble-sentence and hurry to the park past one of Bradley’s addiction clients who is on his way in for a session with Brad.  Today it was my mission to visualize an America free of oil addiction.

After the delays helping Bradley I was ten minutes late at the park’s corner. So I was happy to see Tom already waiting at the 9/11 monument as I hurry past the super tame squirrels in the park’s trees, who chatter and beg for treats.

While we waited for an actor/producer pal of ours, Ramon Govea, one of DreamShield’s top dreamers, who only said he “might” be joining us, I used a solar reflector that I normally use for actor lighting to light up a crystal I’d borrowed from Bradley and placed upon the monument.  The site is so activated by all the work we and the angels have already done here that it all comes to life for the planetary mediation quickly.

Soon it’s 12:12 PM and time to go to work.  Just Tom and me, but there are many people around the world tuning in on this work, helping from afar with rainbow bridges, a term used for remote work.  It makes our little dream teams very powerful.

VOLUNTEER ANGEL

Just last week I did a spur of the moment meditation at the monument with Nadia Arevalo, a volunteer for our 10/10/10 event, where there were 200 amazing people participating in LA, not counting Greece, Italy and Nashville.  I’ve run many big projects in my life, from skyscrapers to Oprah’s studios, but nothing has taken off as fast or as international as DreamShield has.

Dr. Sarah Larsen, who hosted the LA event, had put together a crackerjack team of volunteers, including the super competent and delightful Nadia.  Nadia met me at the NoHo Coffee Bean to take the guest list from 10/10/10 and turn it into an email list for us.  As the biz meeting ended, I invited Nadia visit the 9/11 monument as it’s become such a key site for DreamShield Planetary Meditations.  It’s never the same twice and always amazing.

After a short ride to the park I walked Nadia through the sacred geometry of the 9/11 site and introduced her to the vortex tree.  We grabbed hold of the top of the triangle’s solar light panel and began to mediate.  Suddenly a odd looking runner with a mop of curly red hair broke from the running trail and asked, “Found any keys?” We shook our heads “no”, a little stunned someone would ask two people in meditation, grabbing onto a solar light pole, for keys.  The odd character sprinted off without another word.

Nadia said to me, “That guy was a sign!”

“You’re right!  Let’s turn this light pole in our minds as though we have keys to unlock a tumbler in the earth!”  Nadia and I slowly shuffled our feet until we reversed positions around the solar light pole, while seeing it turn like a great key of light in our minds.  Whoosh!  A colorful explosion of swirling pinwheel beautiful psychedelic energy, running at ground level beneath the DreamShield, raced around the world! It looked so cool, something like this picture to the right.

As Nadia and I left the park I could see the rainbow energy filling the world with color, light and love for transformation.

OIL TO ELECTRIC CARS PLANETARY MEDIATION

So by, today, 12/12/10, I have full confidence that Tom and I will see miracles here at the monument, a beautiful sunny day where it is 80 degrees versus the blizzard back home in Chicago.

For such a small event, in human scale, the downloads and guidance were incredibly complex, including a science lesson that came when I was told to turn on the TV at a precise instant for useful info.  And what do you know a science show popped up on the TV that was on about electromagnetic energy transmission through crystal to power flat scree TVs!  That info is why I borrowed Bradley’s crystal, a big beauty of a orange crustal, which I set atop the 911 monument.

See the orbs in this photo upon one of the three solar panels that form a triangle of powerful clean energy?  This showed up a few days ago in a my pre-visioning work.  I take thousands of photos for my work at BuzzBroz and I’ve never see light glare form orbs like these.   That’s a square box.  Not a series of flood as it appears.

As Tom and I take up our 12/12/10 12:12 planetary mediation positions I tell him about the power of the trio of lights like the one to the left photo that handle the 911 monument and the many more solar lights, scattered around the rest of the amazing park that also has a statue of the lost pilot Amelia Erhart.

I say to Tom, “It’s no accident, here in this park for the lost, especially the lost passengers of flight 11 on 9/11, lost to what is a losing battle over dwindling oil, that the solar power panels are here to help the work of today.”

I tell Tom about the happy pinwheel of glorious and energy that Nadia unleashed, that there is nothing be sad or angry about this sacred place any longer.  The grieving is done and the angels of flight 11, headed by David Angell, want America to move forward again as the last great hope of the earth, as Abe once said and has never been more true or needed than today.

Tom and I “ohm” 12 times in honor of the date and time.   I tell Tom exactly what I am visioning so we can share a dream of a better tomorrow free of oil addiction,  “See the triangle of lights rise behind the monument to form a gold transparent multi-dimensional pyramid.  The cars of the busy 170 freeway flow north and south through the gold pyramid.”

We listen to the steady hum of traffic from the 170 Freeway and direct an “ohm” up at a jet that passes above the vortex of love tree at exactly 12:12.  “That jet is filled with Californians no different than the ones with us here today, lost on 9/11.  The lost angels of 911 and thousands of angels that stand in a formation that extends the triangle of solar lights out to the churches along Tujunga. The angels feed energy through you and me, Tom, and through the golden pyramid before us to the cars on the 170.”

“Yes,” says Tom as we finish our “ohms.”

I tell Tom, as we are now deep into the vision,”See the black energy of the cars of the 170 freeway floating past?  They look like those little black soot sprites in the film SPIRITED AWAY.  These are the spirits of dinosaurs who died in tar pits and over eons became the oil of today.  But this oil, which at first was raised from the earth by hard-working Americans from our own part of the earth, and was therefore spiritually pure, has sadly become tainted by greed, theft, wars and countless lives lost.

The oil sprites are suffering from this taint of evil.  They are tired of being pulled from the earth and burned up, where they pollute our atmosphere and cause all manners of cancer and global warming as a karmic retaliation for our insensitivity.”

“I see it!” Tom said, his eyes still closed. “And the cars are sad.  Saying to us,’Get the tainted oil out of me.  I want to be solar-powered and fueled by solar filling stations!'”

“Yes!” I agree, Tom’s vision amplifying my own. “Now let’s see the enormous download of all the engineering drawings and chemical formulas flow, that I kept me up most of last night, flow into the cars of the 170, carried along to the 101, up to the Washington State and across the highways of the Northern states, down along the Great Lakes and over the Northeast, down the eastern seaboard through Florida and along the Gulf Coast, through Texas and above the border with Mexico until it joins us here again.  See the angry oil sprites calm and welcome the ocean of information and network that data from the ring of highways about the country, flowing inward to every highway and street. ”

“I see it. Like veins in America’s body” Tom says with a nod, his eyes still shut tight.

“Now, Tom,” I say. “See the oil sprites take all that data and desperately seek their freedom and freedom for us all.  See the sprites seek out engineers, inventors, venture capitalists, politicians with courage, designers, experts of all kinds, to accept the divine guidance of the angels to bring about a complete rebuilding of America’s car industry over to clean solar-powered electric cars.  All to ensure a gentle 2012, free of pollution of not only our earth but our souls.”

Tom says, eyes still closed, his Lincoln-like face turned up to the clear blue sky, “The sun is abundance.  Free, clean, unlimited power the greedy corporations must stand aside for progress.”

I smile at Tom. I can see Abe is here now, speaking with and through Tom and me,”Tom, people want ease of use for electric cars.  See the inventors coming up with simple solutions where a driver pulls into his garage and the car begins to recharge automatically.  So much cheaper and simpler than a smelly gas station.”

“Yes,” Tom agrees.

“Now see the black oil sprites first replaced by gray sprites in hybrid cars and finally… the transition is complete.  America’s roads team with a white sprites, pure electric solar-powered transportation. ”

“Yes,” says Tom, “The cars and the drivers are happy.  No more road rage.”

“Now America’s arteries, its highways, streets and alleys, flow with pure with white energy that overflows her boundaries. Electric solar-powered cars leave our shores on great ships, refilling our hollow economy, bringing jobs back to our shores.  The electric cars reach billions of customers in China, India, Europe, Asia and all the world. ”

“Amazing,” says Tom, voice cracking with emotion. He lets out a deep breath.

“Hang in there, Tom.  Almost done.  See the oil derricks shutting down, collapsing in piles of rust, welcomed back into mother earth.  Take another deep breath, Tom.  There’s only one last thing you must do.  I want you to speak for Abraham Lincoln, our mutual spirit guide.  What does Abe have to say to the American people?”

Tom takes a deep cleansing breath and seems to get taller and says in the voice I’ve heard before in our videos, Abe’s voice that echoes over the 9/11 monument…

“The people of America must stop feeding on the oil made from fossil fuels of decaying dinosaurs or we shall become as dinosaurs as a nation.”

“Right on, Abe,” I add.

At that moment I hear David Angell lead the other angels in thunderous applause that brings tears to my eyes. “Told you that you’d know what to do with the downloads, Kenny.  You had faith.  Nice, kid.”

I don’t see him, but I feel Abe clasp his big hands about both our shoulders and say, “Good work, boys.  Yes, very good work indeed.”

With the help of Abe and the angels, Tom and I lower the golden pyramid, close down the planetary meditation and leave the oil sprites to their important mission.  A mission of finding the minds and talent who will receive the celestial downloads that I was blessed to receive and transmit.

Tom and I pack up the crystals and gear and happily head for a celebration lunch to a nearby little hamburger joint that sits on North Hollywood’s Riverside and Tujunga, beneath the buzzing 170 freeway.

Lunch never tasted so good and the freeway never sounded so mystical.

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ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE @ MT. SHASTA

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There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done. Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung. – The Beatles – Lennon and McCartney

11.16.10 – Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

A few weeks ago I was thrilled to have enough dough to buy an Ipod with portable speakers to use in the planetary meditations.  I promptly went over to Itunes via WiFi to buy some music.   A child of the 60s, the first purchase I of course made was my favorite Beatles songs including, “All You Need is Love”. Imagine my horror when I discovered Apple did not sell original Beatles music and what I heard coming through my headset was a bad cover band imitation!   Sigh.  Well, now just a few weeks later we have the Beatles for real on Itunes.

Everything was for real when it came time for the 4th and final meditation at Mt. Shasta. My dream team that I’d gotten to know so well on the trip, Cali Rossen and Chris Rossen, a Hollywood power couple, were, like any couple married 17 years, having a few problems in their relationship. But those problems are small and I envy this couple that have stood by each other through thick and thin in this hellish economy. I’d been guided before we even left LA that Cali and Chris’ love was going to be the basis of the Planetary Love Meditation.

Cali scouted up a wonderful spot, a boardwalk built over a marsh behind the charming town of Mt. Shasta that led to a reflecting pond where the mountain shimmered. As we set up to do the work and lit some incense sticks that Dave at the Dream Inn had given Cali, a pair of Mallard ducks, male and female, paddled by.  Yes, it was a perfect romantic location for this work and this time rather than an “ohm” meditation I felt a “wow” meditation was in order for this wow couple.

As our Mt. Shasta trio “Wowed” together my mind ran back to the amazing “Wow Meditation” at the closing for 10/10/10. I’ve never felt so much love as when that meditation ended and the group of about 100 people joined in a group hug of me, Dr. Sarah Larsen and Dr. Robert Cassar.  Here’s a look back at 10/10/10 and the vision in Italy that got DreamShield started back in May of 2010.

PLANETARY LOVE MEDITATION

I snap back to the present at Mt. Shasta and feel the love of 10/10/10 connect to the love of Cali and Chris here on 11/11/10, another of the amazing binary dates prescribed for these meditations eons ago. Angels have no sense of time and these binary dates and times are the ideal way we can access their power to create planetary scale meditations.

As our 11 wows complete I feel the awesome presence of the angels about us in the clouds above and on the mountain peaks.  I saw a pink ball appear over Mt. Shasta, much like the one the Good Witch of the North flew to Dorothy in the “Wizard of Oz”.  Now the pink ball floats down from Mt. Shasta to surround Cali and Chris in pink bliss.

Our three person dream team concentrated on growing the ball of pink love. It grew rapidly big enough to encompass the other three meditation sites in the Mt. Shasta area.  Planetary meditations where we reduced earthquake/tectonic  activity, volcanic activity and gained the protection of earth from asteroids with the help of tiny celestial beings called the Nanonites.  And you can read all about these three other planetary meditations in the blog index.

Today, 11/11/10 at 11:11 AM, Love was our mission, love for the world, love between all people. The pink ball grew to meet the DreamShield on the edge of our atmosphere, surrounding earth in bliss amongst the stars.

At this heavenly moment, the marsh seemed to smell like a pineapple field in Hawaii.  I don’t have much a sense of smell so this filled me with joy.

I saw the blue string of the incense sticks Cali and Chris held connect them with blue angel energy like I first saw join our group of 20 in Puglia Italy where the DreamShield came to life.

I asked Cali and Chris to kiss. What a kiss!  Sorry no filming:)  Ah, there was so much love, I felt like a preacher doing a wedding.

Angel fairies giggled and glided over the pond as the lovers kissed a kiss for the whole world.

To close the Love Meditation, Cali took one of her sacred stones she had found 10 years ago in Italy, an amazing gray stone with a white cross in its heart, and placed it inside a waterfall at that led from the marsh, fed by the snows of Mt. Shasta, and visualized the love from her kiss with her husband of 17 years reaching all the oceans of the earth.

After some packing up, we departed the Dream Inn, made a quick stop at Castle Crag park to run the Rossen’s pair of dogs, who were both so good the whole trip they deserved a reward of chasing each other thought the forest.  After I have a free Reiki session to reward the Rosens we were on our way back to LA.  On the nine hour drive home I had time to reflect on the Mt. Shasta planetary meditations, each a huge success.  I laughed at myself for thinking the work of 10/10/10 would be over for me and DreamShield for about a year.  Here it was a month after 10/10/10 and I’d now conducted 5 intimate scale planetary meditations.

As I got back to The Cool Change Foundation, where I live in a modest studio for my work, and donate a lot of work above and beyond what pays my rent, I realized DreamShield is something that is not only beneficial to the world but the people, including me, that do the work.  The angels have huge plans for 11/11/11 and 12/12/12, but there are amazing spiritual adventures in between, at intimate scale events, to savor.

And I can’t wait for my return to Mt. Shasta for the total lunar eclipse, the last of the old Mayan calendar on December 19-22.  Only one week away.  This spiritual expedition, hosted by Dr. Sarah Larsen and me, will comprise a dream team of 9 amazing people.  And Sarah, a third generation palmist an holistic doctor, has been planning amazing treats for this dream team, from mineral spring baths to visits to a new pyramid for the eclipse.

Will we have more meditation visions of UFOs and angels?  Stay tuned and remember ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE. The link here takes you to the real Beatles version.

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Tiny Dancers at The Dream Inn

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Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

– Excerpt from TINY DANCER by Elton John

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

Richard Hite's Gongs before the fireplace at The Woodman's Lodge in Mt. Shasta

The fireplace is the only light  as we listen to gongs played Richard Hite, sonic healer, courtesy of Lee McCormick, a DreamShield sponsor via Spirit Recovery.  Play this short sample of Richard’s gong meditaion music while you read to get into the mood we were in at the Woodsman’s Lodge in Mt. Shasta.

I’ve searched the web and here’s the closest picture I can give you of the vision of an infinity of triangles I saw during Richard’s gong meditation, except in my vision the triangles were rainbow colored and dotted with tiny UFOs, no bigger than points of light.

After the gong meditation, for which words can’t describe how peaceful it made me feel, Richard Hite agrees to join our 11:11 PM mediation despite the fact he’s tired from a 37 hour road trip to bring his gongs to Mt. Shasta from Nashville.  Lee on the other hand is sadly pooped.  No wonder after the strain of being host to 20 people from Peru and Nashville.

After Lee gracefully bows out for the night, I share my excitement with Richard that we are going to meet a microscopic race of celestial beings tonight in our meditation.  I catch Chris’ “Yeah right” smirk.  But I don’t resent Chris for his skeptism, much as it annoys me, because I was right where he was just a few short months ago.

We never got to meet anyone at Mt. Shasta this trip who has had first hand UFO contact despite the town’s world fame for ET contact.  But ironically a few days after the trip to Shasta is over, talking about my new gentle 2012  mission in life with my beloved Uncle Jim, he tells me has saw a UFO up close and personal 20 years ago.  I’m overjoyed when Jim reveals this to me.  Turns out Jim’s been afraid to talk about is UFO story with anyone in the family for fear until now out of fear they’d lock him away.  Jim’s agreed to let me share this with you, dear electronic reader, to help you believe.

UNCLE JIM’S CLOSE ENCOUNTER

Reports Uncle Jim,”I was on a residential street in a countryside neighborhood at night when this UFO drops from the sky.  It hovered right in front of my car. The flying saucer was bright white. Orange lights shot from the windows where I could see little blue aliens watching me from inside, laughing!  I threw the car in reverse and burned rubber.  The UFO floated, giving off a soft whirring noise, as it chased after me up the street.

A neighbor lady ran out of the house at the sound of my tires screeching.  She saw the UFO and screamed her head off and the saucer zipped off to the stars. I run outta the car and talked to the neighbor who swore she saw the exact same thing.  But neither of us ever reported it to the media knowing they’d think we were both nuts.”

I imagine there’s a lot of this sort of non-reported sightings that happen every day.  Before he retired a few years ago Jim was a VP in a construction company and he’s still one of the most respected scaffolding experts in the world.  Yep, if Jim’s seen UFOs you can be sure they exist. And I was so comforted by the fact Jim believes 100% in my mission for a gentle 2012 because you see Jim is my biggest investor in my filmmaker career I’ve devoted to this heavenly calling through 2012.

You have no idea how much joy the talk with Jim has brought me that he’s a believer in the DreamShield.  So much joy tears have welled in my eyes as I write this blog.  I wish Jim used computers to share the blog.  You are likely to be reading his recounts of his ET encounter before he does.

Though perhaps ET’s are not what they seem or the best term for them.  LA’s dream team leader Dr. Sarah Larsen dislikes the term ET as there little “extra” terrestrial about these being of light, who we sometimes see as angels, that have been part of earth’s entire history before dinosaurs roamed.

BACK TO MT. SHASTA AND PREPARATIONS TO MEET THE NANONITES

Earlier over dinner at the Black Bear Cafe, when the handsome kid waiter tells us over our apple pies that he’s never seen a UFO here but his aunt has, Chris can’t help a chuckle.  I always it find that interesting people doubt UFOs considering how big the universe is and how rare habitable worlds are.  Earth is a real curiosity to aliens. A galactic tourist attraction.

My theory is that intelligent life can’t get here in conventional as the distances are so great, but I believe there are more ways to travel than our primitive world yet knows.  Thought travel is one of my beliefs.  Take a look at your computer right now.  Think back to only 10 years ago.  Could you have imagined you’d be reading blogs instead of newspapers? Blogs that are free to read and come with music videos and cool graphics that are putting newspapers into the grave?

Once Cali, Chris and I get back to The Dream Inn there’s still about two hours to get ready for the 11:11 PM meditation.  I scout the quaint backyard and feel we need some runways lights for the tiny visitors!  So I pop just across the street to the friendly Ace Hardware Store and pick up a couple of strings of white Italian Xmas lights.

As I set the stage in the backyard grotto of the Dream Inn I listen to Elton John’s TINY DANCER on my Ipod, a tiny modern miracle that has space for thousands of songs, photos videos and apps.  Take a commercial free listen to Elton John yourself as you read, dear web traveler, and ask yourself is this not a gift?  I barley watch TV anymore.  I love YouTube. I love creating something and within a nano-second you are reading or watching it in China.

TINY DANCERS

Soon it’s 11:11 PM, and we are 4 now including Richard Hite, not counting his tiny pair of 300 year old chimes from Tibet that are older than America.  We begin the meditation in the small gazebo.  Everything is miniature for this meditation.  I almost giggle at the thought of little celestial beings flying for us at the appointed 11:11 PM binary time on this binary date of 11/10/10.

Richard hits the chimes and says. “Feel the tone travel inward.”  I close my eyes and the chime’s “Ting!” travels ever inward and onward inside me through an infinity that never stops.  I hear its pleasant faint “ting…” even now as I listen for it still traveling inward after two weeks.  And there in the frosty gazebo at the Dream Inn, for the first time in my life, I feel, while fully awake, the vast infinite stillness and peace of the inner universe that lies within the world called Ken Sheetz that I normally only sense in dreams.

Globe the holds the Nanonite Universe at The Dream Inn

Our dream team of four walks over to the glass globe lawn ornament that glows covered in the night’s frost.  I explain, “Inside this globe is the entire universe of the Nanonites.  Billions of galaxies, trillions of solar systems and countless worlds lie within this globe.” Even Chris seems to see it.  Richard hits the chimes as I add, “Let’s ohm 11 times.”

As we “ohm” I see in my minds eye a swarm of Nanonite ships rocket from the lawn ornament universe and jet about we giants.  I warn the group, “Whatever you do don’t laugh.  The Nanonites are very sensitive about their tiny size.”  Well, I have to admire the groups composure as I write, because I know as a comedic writer that not laughing when someone tells you not to is almost always sure to lead to giggles… but no one loses it and the Nanonites are pleased.

Tiny spaceships whiz about us and through us, filling us with light and joy.  Yes, it is easy not to laugh, to be respectful of the celestial beings that have always lived on the earth and watched over us.  “There!” I point to a table top.  “The Nanonites are building a miniature of what our cities of the future will look like.”

See the bowl of water we left for the Nanonites? For them it was an ocean.

I tell the group that I see a tiny roller coaster roaring through the white towers of the vast miniature city, filled with little Nanonite kids squealing in delight.  This makes us all smile.  It’s fun sharing these visions.  This is what humanity used to do before film and TV.  In fact those mediums pale by comparison as I realize DreamShield is as much new as ancient, timeless.  What’s truly new is how we can share it with the world to grow the DreamShield for 2012.

We breathe deep the Mt. Shasta air.  It such a joy as the 11th “ohm” leaves our frozen lips and we raise our arms to the countless stars, tiny and invisible ourselves in the vastness of the heavens.  The space ships form a rainbow in the dark and disappear into Mt. Shasta.

We blink open our  eyes and Cali, a natural to this work says, “The Nanonites have granted us each a wish. Mine is for world peace. What’s yours?”

Wow, I’d not expected wishes and while Chris wishes for, “Prosperity for all.” I finally come up with, “Protection of the earth from asteroids.”

Soon as I picked this wish it seems overly ambitious.  Too big of a thing to ask a race of tiny beings to protect us from that which ended the rein of the dinosaurs.  Richard adds an elegant wish I’ve forgotten, dear reader, but that I will insert here next time I speak to him and I reedit the blog for history.  This blog is a living thing as opposed to the print of old.  I find myself tinkering here many times until I happily work out the typos.  Free blessing to anyone whoever catches one I miss and points it out to me:)

The Nanonite leader asks me to allow Cali to speak for their entire race.  A big job and Cali is momentarily humbled.  It seems maybe she’ll pass the baton back to me as I told her she could if she wished. But she smiles warmly at the honor and says, “Imagine peace.”  Yoko Ono’s words she’ll remark later to me that the Nanonite  message was not very original.  But who knows if Yoko did not get the words from the Nanonites to inspire her husband John Lennon?  They are great words and get to the core of the planetary meditation work of what we are doing, imaging good things for this earth to make the shift gentle for 2012 and beyond.

We each suddenly realize we are cold now and quickly head into the warm and cozy Dream Inn B&B.  Richard hangs out with us.  The Southerner is really fun to talk to and our chat becomes a lighthearted EMDR home therapy session as Richard is an expert in the field.  He teaches us how to release old emotional loops with rapid eye movement techniques.

It’s 2 AM before Cali calls it a night for the group.

Early next morning, while Cali and Chris still asleep in the next room, I spring out of my dreamy bed at the Dream Inn and record a Vlog of the events of the night while the Nanonite visit is still fresh in my mind.  Watch and see here if the Nanonites have agreed to protect earth from asteroids, big job for a little people?

Cool!  I’d been thinking they’d have to blast them or knock them off course,  Why had I not realized that a people who can shrink entire worlds could shrink a few measly asteroids for us?  All we had to do was wish and bye, bye DEEP IMPACT and ARMAGEDDON.

Thanks for heads up, Elvis, via my screenplay ELVIS AND ARMAGEDDON.  I felt so close to Elvis writing that.  “Thank you very much.” If you have some time on your hands, and a good sense of humor, click the link above to read the screenplay that’s won a few honors before I tucked it away until the Great Depression 2 blows over, no point fund raising for films in these times unless you are well established and I was only out here Hollywood a couple of years before the world as we know it began to come to an end.  But no complaints here.  I’ve been richer than I am right now cash-wise but never richer spiritually.

It’s 11/11/10 and we still have one more planetary mediation left at 11:11 AM before we return to the city of angels and based on seeing how much Cali and Chris love each other I know what it’s going to be about as you’ll read in my next post, “ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE”!

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Angels From Nashville

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

The invariable mark of a dream is to see it come true. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

After the amazing angel powered Volcano planetary meditation that sent a plume of vision-fire to the DreamsShield, Chris wants catch up on emails and other earthly matters.  So Cali and I drop him off at the B&B and head for a nearby hotel where our sponsor for 10.10.10, Lee McCormick, is staying.

I barely notice Chris has left the SUV as I am getting instructions by the angels that our 11:11 PM meditation will be about UFOs.  I still don’t know the location but, wow, UFOs?!

I am new to all this spiritual work.  If you’d have told me 6 months ago I’d be hosting and leading planetary angel/celestial being powered meditations across the globe I’d have looked at you with the cynical raised eyebrow of a businessman who has spent the better part of his life chasing the almighty dollar rather than the almighty.

As Cali chatters at the wheel about the two wonder-soaked visions that our three person dream team have already shared with angels and she wonders about the two more planetary meditations left to come, I find myself envying Cali and Chris for the great support they give each other.  Married 17 years they are both filmmakers, a Hollywood power couple that enhance each others lives in ways I hope to find again for myself one day.  I say “again” because I’ve had many wonderful spiritual women in my life.  Sadly I just was not ready for such soulful women and so all those amazing relationships ended, some happily some not so happily.   I give thanks to the women in my life who I now see were healers for wounds that go back many lifetimes.

My musings on the amazing women of my past end as Cali spins the SUV into the parking lot of the hotel where we are meeting Lee McCormick.  Lee’s Spirit Recovery group out of Nashville has combined with a group out of Peru and looks to be about 20 strong.  I marvel at the way the gorgeous lodge has given over their cozy lobby to the work.  And I can see myself renting this entire resort by the time we reach 2012!

A series of large gongs are the backdrop for a Peruvian speaker talking about the importance of spirit in daily life and I think back 2 years ago to my visit to my doctor.

“Ken, your blood pressure’s doing OK with the medication… But may I ask you a personal question?” Dr. Lindberg says, peering over his reading glasses.

“Sure,” I say not knowing what to expect.

“Do you follow a religion?”

I look down at my feet, a bit ashamed to say, “No.  I lost my belief in all that stuff twenty years ago.”

“Why is that?” the doctor says.

“I was raised a Catholic and loved the church.  But I saw way too many bad things happening in the world to think there’s a God.  I guess my work became my religion.”

“Ken,” the doctor says shaking his head, “work is work.  The body cannot be healthy without spirit being healthy too.  And the spirit can’t be healthy without faith in some higher power to nurture it.  I’m not saying you have to sit hands folded in a church, but you need to find something meaningful for your spirit to enjoy.”

Lee McCormick, Dreamer, Author, Shaman and Singer

Lee’s arrival snaps me from my medical flashback.  The lanky good looking country western singer/shaman takes me into a hug and I return the love.  And I should love this guy!  Lee’s Spirit Recovery was the web sponsor along with his wife’s Princess Know it All website for the 10/10/10 global event, just a month earlier, that honored the vision of a gentle 2012 that I was blessed with in Italy in May.

Lee, I discovered some time after meeting him on social media assignment for BuzzBroz, was already having a 10/10/10 event in Nashville at his the Fantastic Spirit Recovery Ranch.  So we quickly joined forces and his Circles of Light event was broadcast on our 10/10/10 stream along with events in Greece, Italy (not filmed) and LA.

10/10/10 was an enormous task for my fledgling social media service BuzzBroz to orchestrate, complete with 24 hours worth of videos we gathered and YouTube from all over the world.  All intercut with live coverage broadcast on a new web channel I built for the global occasion, DreamShieldTV.  Got 24 hours to kill?  You can watch a rebroadcast of 10/10/10 and our heavenly 24 hour playlist at DreamShield.org.

A few weeks before 10/10/10 I was worrying about it all coming together on what, despite Lee’s support, was a tight budget and schedule.  But angel channel, Mica Monet, channeling the archangel Michael said,  “Simply ask for the help and it will happen.”

And Mica/Michael was right.  10/10/10 was a sensational success thanks to amazing people like Nathaniel Hansen, out of Greece, Dr. Sarah Larsen and LA location sponsor the amazing Dr. Robert Casar founder of Earth Shift Products.  Never has sponsor money gone further on one of my projects than Lee’s and Robert’s which stretched around the world and is still echoing in people’s hearts and minds from 10/10/10.

No wonder I am happy to see Lee in person again.  We had met Lee in Vegas at The Holistic Treatment Conference while I was covering Bradley’s Quick’s speech, just before leaving for Italy.  I felt an instant kinship the Lee.  In fact, it’s just writing this now that I see how strong those two happenings, Italy and Vegas, are related.  The synchronicity of 2012’s approach never fails to amaze me.

The angels told me back in May in Italy that 10/10/10, 11/11/11, and 12/12/12 are key DreamShield global event dates.  And I thought, “OK, I can handle that.  Just a once a year thing.”

But no sooner did 10/10/10 get posted with over 80 videos, and still more coming in from Nashville, that I started to get a string of other dates the angels want me to honor with more modest scale events. In fact I am still trying to figure out as I write this where I’ll find the time and money to foster all this.  Guess I’ll take Mica’s advice and ask for the help with the added work.  Important work as Mt. Shasta has shown.

Lee introduces Cali and me to a sonic healer, Richard Hite.  Richard heals with amazing gong work.  Gongs he drove all the way from Nashville to Mt. Shasta for Lee’s event.  Richard gets excited about DreamShield and energized to join our UFO meditation, despite his exhausting 37 hour road trip to be here.  Richard then invites Cali and me back for a evening gong meditation before our 11:11 PM DreamShield meditation.

After a quick nap and dinner Cali, Chris and I join Richard Hite’s meditation mid stream.  I have Chris lay on a bear skin rug with his wife Cali for the gong session.  But the bear was a little small for them both and Chris stayed to the bear rug while Cali found a spot on the couch.  I felt our 3 person dream team was getting powered up by Richard’s amazing music gong work.

Richard’s gong echoes and I see the A-frame pine lobby radiate triangles to infinity.

Richard chimes tiny flying saucer shaped Tibetan chimes, that I later learn are over three hundred years old.  They give off a high pitched tone that goes deep inside me.  A grin crosses my face as I get clarity on the celestial beings we’ll be meeting and where.  The 11:11 PM meditation is going to be right at the Dream Inn, in the little backyard sanctuary.  We’ll be visited by UFOs that carry a race aliens who are smaller than the human eye can see. They are called the Nanonites, masters of the miniature and inner space.

And as this article shows, I’m not the first by far to have a visit from the little ETs:)

ANGEL DRILL TEAM AT MT. SHASTA

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, UFO1 Comment

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.” – Salvador Dali

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

As you can read in the last blog post, VOLCANIC VISIONS AT MT. SHASTA , getting our three person dream team to the dormant volcano meditation spot at Mt. Shasta turned into an ordeal like a comedic AMAZING RACE episode.  For the first time on these angel guided events I am late for the 1:11 binary planetary meditation appointment at a volcano, worried if the angels are still here.

Out of breath in the thin mountain air, I scramble onto the cracked asphalt plateau and hear angels laughing at our misadventures.  My stress fades into hoots of joy.  Cali and Chris hurry up the trail to join me.

We place the last of the sacred objects, that Cali and I had each been gathering for decades without know why, upon the old ’91 Saab.  Cali pours water we had taken from the Soda Creek into three depressions on the rusty turned over bottom of the car.  At last we were ready.

Chris, Cali and I join hands and begin to meditate, to call in the angels.  As soon as the first “Ohm” leaves our lips I see two powerful angels spin the heavy old wreck like it’s light as a feather.  Faster and faster the angels spin the old  Saab.  The wreck begins to glow as it bores into the earth.  The drill the angels have made of the Saab cuts through the earth like a hot knife through butter.  In less than a minute the angel drilling team reaches the earth’s core.

Three beautiful female earth angels, that seem Native American, protect each of the human dream team with a shield of golden energy that crackles and sizzles in the fresh mountain air.  Glowing white steam of shoots from the Saab’s drill hole, bursting through the clouds and intersecting with the rainbow.

As Cali, Chris and I raise our arms the steam column hurtles for the edge of outer space.  Now the steam column turns bright orange, feeding magma energy for the DreamShield — the spinning circles of bright energy that ignited my first angel powered vision in Italy back in May — releasing volcanic pressures all over the earth.

A great chorus of angels sing what sounds like a Native American chant to keep the energy flow going.  The heat is so enormous I see the volcano shimmer in the mountain air.  If not for the three angels shielding us our dream team would evaporate.

Satisfied, the angels reverse the spin of the old Saab, raising it up and away from the earth’s core, upwards though the layers of rock, crystals and oil to the surface where this all began.  The angels release the ancient wreck from it’s mighty task and vanish.  Our “ohm” chant ends and the column of magma turns to steam once again and sucks back into the earth with a loud rush of air that almost pulls me into the vortex as the vision fades and reality returns.  I am cold I realize.

Our team breaks hands and I take a deep drink of Mt. Shasta water from my bottle. “I’m beat.  Usually I feel energized after this work,” I worry out loud.

“That’s because we are not done with the work!” says Cali, eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun.

ENCORE FOR THE ANGELS

Cali plucks stones from the wreck and jams them into fissures in the reddish purple asphalt looking plateau.  I help her place sticks and flower petals into the wounded surface.  Chris is gazing at the volcano’s top that swirls with clouds.  The mountain peak looks from this angle very much like the profile of the old Native American who had led us on a wild goose chase earlier.

Chris, cynical about New Age stuff, seems to be doing all this work to please his spiritual wife Cali.  But, showing signs of awakening, Chris has been surprising me all day with the angel imagery he spots.  And Chris surprises me once again when he suggests we fan out in a wide triangle.

Chris perches himself on a mound of earth.  And, looking a bit like Moses in the fading sunlight, Chris reaches out his arms to Cali and me below.  The connection I feel between the group re-energizes me.

A triangle of energy forms between our three person dream team that flows with the same blue angel energy I was first flooded with in Italy.  The triangle is nature’s strongest geometric form and our trio’s triangle now pulls energy down from the DreamShield spinning high above the earth.

I’m stunned as a pair of red triangle frames form over my eyes to aid my vision.  The heavenly spectacles allow me to see earth from space.  I gasp as a healing tremor ripples across the entire planet in a triangular shimmering blue wave.  Fissures slam closed deep within the earth.  Unbridled tectonic energies, visualized in movies like “2012” to rip the planet apart in 2012, are slowed to normal.  The blue triangle spreads out, overlapping upon itself to heal the weary earth.

I look up a Chris on the mound, the non-believer still looks like Moses his arms outstretched, giving us his all.  And then, as Chris lowers his arms the work is done and the vision fades along with my heavenly spectacles.  But I know these magical glasses are an angelic gift I’ll be using many times in future planetary meditations with the angels.

“Wow…” was all I can softly say.  I stand tall,  completely re-energized and let loose a “Yahoo!” that echoes in the mountain air.

Later, over lunch at the Black Bear Cafe in town, Chris seems to have returned to being the cynic.  He’s mildly annoyed by Cali and I recounting our spiritual adventures of the day.  Since we are only half done with the Mt. Shasta planetary meditations, still two more to go, I am still hoping Chris will realize everything created on this planet starts first as thought, including us… for what is love but a thought?  And are we not all born from that moment our parents first met and thought, “Wow, I really like this person!”

My cell rings before we can discuss this further. It is Lee McCormick, a country western singer out of Nashville and head of Spirit Recovery, a DreamShield sponsor. In fact, Lee’s being in Mt. Shasta on these dates is the reason we took this trip in the first place.  Chris asks to be dropped off at the Dream Inn to catch up on emails, this was a week day after all. So after we let Chris off to do some biz, Cali and I head over to meet the musician and spiritual guru, a powerful shaman, the amazing Lee McCormick and his dream team from Nashville.

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