“Proceed without fear of peril!” – A motto my father William Kenneth Sheetz lived by
DreamBlogger – Kenneth William Sheetz
After some tough work of rearranging my travel plans to attend my father’s the funeral in Wisconsin, I found myself walking the gangplank to go on a cruise in the Bahamas. A cruise I could have canceled as a death in the family would have easily let me out of the penalty for cancellation. So why was I here?
Let’s back-up to last week while my father walked in the twilight between life and death and paid me a visit. Dad was a steel worker most of his working life and he made me an amazing suit of armor. “DreamShield is about a gentle 2012, but gentle don’t mean weak, ” Dad instructed me. “Put this armor on. You need it for the work of 2012 and beyond.”
This was no ordinary suit of armor my father fashioned for me. It’s silver and shines a powerful red energy from within . As Dad put the armor on me it bonded like a second skin. The helmet adjusted to cover the bridge of my nose. “Wow, thanks, Dad!” I said, sounding like my kid-self on Christmas. Dad smiled proudly and was gone.
When I arrived at Milwaukee’s Mitchell Field Airport at Midnight, two days before the funeral, my brother picked me up. It was an icy 8 degrees and I was frozen, having adapted to LA’s warm winters.
After sleeping in late the next day, my brother drove me up to Dad’s amazing place he rebuilt from scratch in his 70s, where I was to help my stepmother prepare for the funeral.
On the way, my brother and I got some lunch (I wish I’d listened and had the burgers). We talked about Dad who was bear one minute and a lamb the next. But we got through all that because we knew Dad loved us. Lunch done, my brother and me bought flowers for Dad’s funeral from he and me and our baby brother Bruce. We covered our baby brother’s share because he’s Jehovah Witness and funerals are not in the playbook.
Arriving at the Sheetz home in Jefferson, Jackie, my lovely stepmother, 15 year dad’s junior, was very happy to see us. My brother and Jackie had become a lot closer since my father’s losing battle with cancer but he excused himself quickly to pick up suit for the funeral, which he was buying the moment my father died. Psychic runs in the family.
I walked about the house. unpacking my things for the funeral visit, and Jackie called to me, wondering if I’d like some coffee. We got separated in the circular traffic pattern and she laughed, “This silly layout. Your father and I did this all the time, losing each other in this big home” Tears welled in Jackie’s eyes. She fell into my arms and wept, “I never thought your father would die. I don’t know how I’ll go on without him.”
I took Jackie’s tear streaked face in my hands and looked her deep in the eyes and said, “You don’t need to go on without him, Jackie. Dad not dead. He’s just on another plane of reality. Would you like to do a mediation with me and visit him?”
“Right now? We can do that?!”
I nodded and gently took her to the kitchen where we sat down by the picture windows. We held hands while the lovely birds pecked seeds from the feeders. I explained the power of the OM for dimensional travel. After three OMs Jackie and I were in Ireland, the magical land of my father’s family roots. There sat Dad perched on a boulder overlooking the emerald countryside, not so emerald this time of year but still gorgeous. Dad pointed to a flock of sheep and shushed us to speak softly.
“Well, I finally made it here. Had to die to do it.” I spoke to Jackie on my dad’s behalf.
“Oh that’s him!” Said Jackie. “Always the kidder.”
“Jackie, I want you to do whatever you want with the property. 40 acres is a lot for one woman to care for. Hard for me to help you from this side. And one more thing.”
“Yes, Bill?” asked Jackie softly.
“Give Kenny a kick in the pants for me.”
Jackie and I had a great laugh as we ended the meditation. We opened our eyes and I could see Jackie was feeling much better.
The next day the funeral was lovely Irish celebration of my father’s life, just as he wanted it to be. Over 100 people came to pay respects from all across Wisconsin and America.
Wiliam Kenneth Sheetz 1928-2011
Shortly before the funeral I hesitated about going on the cruise, but Dad visited me and we went on our first DreamShield mission together to raise a star ship hidden beneath the great pyramid at Giza in Egypt. Dad has been blessed with upgrades to all his skills as welder and mechanic and he fixed that star ship for the work of DreamShield in no time flat.
“This flying saucer’s gonna come in mighty handy.” Dad proudly told me as we flew the ship to a new secret base for the work of a gentle 2012. “Go to the Bermuda Triangle on this cruise, son. We got work to do.”
Funny, I’d not even know the cruise would take me in deep into the Bermuda Triangle — a failed ancient astronaut experiment according to experts that is responsible for wars and great strife upon our world — but Dad knew. I was off to do a planetary healing that with my “Da” and I’d soon learn why he’d given me armor as protection against a storm of dark energy we’d battle together as father and son in the Bahamas.
And I know Dad will be with me as I journey to Nashville 2/12/11 for a critical DreamShield mission to cure the earth’s people of addiction. Simply sign up at this link on Facebook and be part of the dawn of the Golden Age of humanity. And it’s going to be fun! Lee McCormick is a great host and we have one of the top ET experts, Dr. Sarah Larsen and addiction guru Bradley Quick as speakers. I’m going to try my first sweat lodge. No photos, I promise.
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We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. William Shakespeare
Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz
My father, William Kenneth Sheetz, age 82, passed away today after a 3 month battle with cancer. He died peacefully at home after the doctors felt his cancer was hopeless and sent Bill, as he liked to be called, home to hospice.
For the past few weeks my father’s spirit has traveled between the world of the living and the dead, looking in on me many times out here in Hollywood many times.
Once while I was at radio show called Life Changes with Filippo, with medium Suzane Norhtrop. Suzane asked the audience, “Is there someone here who has father who has passed or may be in the process of passing?” I raised my hand and Suzane said, “Your father wants you to know that he’s sorry he made some mistakes as a father but that he did the best he could. He did not have a good example he says because his father died so young.” I was breathless.
At the 1.1.11 New Year’s Day meditation I could feel Dad enjoying the infinity cookies we made a new universe from.
At 1.4.11 The Solar Flare mediation I felt my father, a welder, let me look through his welding helmet’s dark glass, as he did when I was a child, deep into the sun.
At the 1.11.11 TAKING BACK THE CITY OF ANGELS meditation this week I felt my father join our circle at the Hollywood sign during the meditation and make eyes at Marilyn Monroe.
This morning I was in a DreamShield planning meeting with Laura when she said, “I strongly feel you father’s presence. And he says he likes me.” Just a few minutes later I got the call that 30 minutes after he was granted last rites that my father had passed.
Bill Sheetz, my father, was raised Irish so he wouldn’t want you to feel sad for his leaving us for his angelic work of 2012. Rather he’d like you to celebrate his long, vibrant and adventurous life with a toast to life in this amazing world he loves so much, now and forever.
And today I felt my father wanting to me to take DreamShield to Ireland and to kiss the Blarney Stone, which inspired this tribute video to my “da”.
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What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my rug. – Woody Allen
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
12/21/2010 – Hailing from Chicago it’s hard to believe I used to think it was time for short sleeves if the temps got about 30 in the winter. But now all these 8 years later after moving to LA the blood has thinned. So as our dream team walks through the snow for a farm that is home to the Mt. Shasta Pyramid at the base of mountain behind the town, the 27 degree temp cuts through me as does the falling snow.
Our LA group, made up of fellow organizer Dr. Sarah Larsen, angel expert Mica Monet, Mago, and I finally reaches the farm-house and meets the rest of the dream team that’s gathered from across America to do this DreamShield meditation. As we tug off our winter gear, I meet Joy Phoenix from New Zealand, currently residing in San Diego. I feel a fleeting sense of meeting someone I know despite this being our first contact. Same for Jay Frankenberger, world-renowned ET expert, who journeyed here all the way from Arkansas to be here. I meet Fatima, also from LA. She informs me that as a person of Hispanic and Arabic decent that she has been studying the Mayan culture intensely. All in all we are 11 in the pyramid. A good number for DreamShield’s binary work.
The three “Sarah’s”, Saralise, Sarah Larsen and Sarah Wellborn, our guide from Shasta Spiritual Journeys who led us to this place, chatter away as we use the pyramid builder’s rest room before for the final march to the pyramid. Why? There’s no rest rooms in the Mt. Shasta Pyramid. A modest pyramid by Egyptian and Mayan standards, built of plywood 9/9/09 in time for the important New Age work ahead thru 2012 and beyond, it is 24 feet by 24 feet at its base.
The rest stops complete and redressed we sludge our way through the driving snow. I’m feeling mighty glad about the new waterproof boots I bought for the trip at this point. Passing a tall circle of pines that guard the entrance to the pyramid I am reminded of a short screenplay I’ve written about Xmas from the POV of Christmas trees.
Some of the people from this trip like Marta have never seen snow, now they are seeing in abundance!
At last we reach the Mt. Shasta Pyramid. I look up into the winter sky that offers not glimpse of the lunar eclipse, hidden high above the snowy cloud. Anxious to start the DreamShield work. We quickly shed our snowy clothes in the anti-chamber of the pyramid we are reminded once again that no metal of any kind is allowed inside. So much for filming!
By now, 7 months into the DreamShield work, I am used to the fact much of this work cannot or does not want to be filmed. But I do know somewhere in the Galaxy this adventure is getting filmed through our very eyes and all our senses in a way that makes our 3D movies seem primitive. Every human being on earth from the super wealthy to the poorest all have billions of fans throughout the universe.
I meditated a few nights before in bed and asked the spirit guides what would be the best configuration for our group once inside the pyramid. No sooner had I asked than a spirit who called himself Ramses appeared. When I excitedly ask Ramses if he was now one of my spirit guides. He calmly tells me,
“No, Ken, I am guide to the DreamShield team for the great work ahead. Now pay attention, my time with you is short. A pyramid, even one as small as the one you’ll be inside of, is very powerful. For every pyramid you see across the face of this world there is a mirror image pyramid of pure energy, forming the sacred geometry of power. And the circle form your group will take will channel this energy to allow your work to tap into both the infinity at the core of the earth and the infinity of the universe. Do you understand, Ken?”
I nod yes and the awesome presence of Ramses is gone.
As we climb up the ladder at the end of tunnel from the anti-chamber I am happy to see a gorgeous handmade round rug sits in the center of the pyramid. The rug is patterned with circles in a rainbow arrangement that starts with red at the outer edge and runs the color spectrum to the center.
Joy Phoenix
Joy Phoenix, however, is not happy with the how the candles are set at the center of the rug. The group spends a few minutes properly adjusting that and placing the various crystals we’ve all brought along for the work under Joy’s guidance.
I had read, or heard somewhere, that it would be about 68 degrees farenheit in the pyramid but it’s more like 40 and I am freezing. Mica finds me a blanket to wrap around me and I am now able to concentrate. I thank everyone for making the enormous effort to get here from across the country and in the snow and in what remains a bad economy for most of us mortals. I explain we’ll be healing the ozone layer of Mother Earth in this meditation and that this will help reduce cancer.
After seeing how the group accepted her leadership setting up the crystals and candles and enjoying her great charm I choose Joy to lead the meditation. She asks me for my vision. I tell Joy that I saw the colors of the Galactic rug acting like color therapy for the earth’s ozone layer. Joy nods with an inspired smile.
COLOR THERAPYON A PLANETARY SCALE
After an introduction by this trip’s host Dr. Sarah Larsen of what DreamShield is and a lovely opening ceremony by Saralise to the four winds and 11 Oms we are ready for the serious work of healing earth’s ozone layer. I sense four giant angels, one guarding each face of the pyramid, as Joy begins with improvised words that flow like poetry. I see the spin of the galaxy in the rug pattern and know that each nub in the rainbow rug represents a member of the Galactic Federation. Thousands of intelligent worlds are joining in the work.
Joy’s beautiful New Zealand accent recalls to me the narration for The Lord of the Rings. Joy guides us to breathe in the color of each ring of the Galactic rug one at a time and project them each onto the earth. As we breathe the colors onto mother earth, hovering above the candles and crystals, the lunar eclipse is at its peak above us.
Today, 12/21/10 is the winter solstice and this alignment of a lunar eclipse and the solstice will not repeat itself for another 400 years. Looking around by the candlelight I am touched by Sarah Wellborn and her boyfriend Jacob’s young faces. I look to Sarah Larsen, her blissful eyes are closed, as we heal this precious earth of ours.
The meditation winds down, we hug each other good-bye and are once again in the snow storm, slugging our way to the car. Except for a nap I’ve been awake for nearly 48 hours, but I’m oddly not tired. Mica Monet leads the way to the minivan and warmth.
I consider myself a great snow driver and expect to get us onto the road from our parking spot on the back road. But Sarah Larsen’s family minvan is quickly stuck against the edge of the ditch. Embarrassed I turn the wheel over Saralise. With a little pushing from the group she has us moving and keeps us safely on the road on the foothills of Mt. Shasta.
Indeed, when a can-do guy like me turns over the wheel to a woman we are already in the New Age.
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“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.” – Thich Nhat Hanh
Dream Blogger – Dr. Sarah Larsen
Dr. Larsen is one of the founders of DreamShield: Planetary Meditations for a Gentle 2012
If you meditate your brain changes so you can perform better.
Research using neuro-imaging technology has shown that meditation techniques can promote significant changes in brain areas associated with concentration. *
In the past, it was always assumed that extensive training was required to achieve this effect. So for those who would like to boost your cognitive abilities, without the monk-like discipline, time commitment, and cost; this information is so timely!!
Psychologists studying the effects of a meditation technique known as “mindfulness ” found that meditation-trained participants showed a significant improvement in their critical cognitive skills (and performed significantly higher in cognitive tests than a control group) after only four days of training for only 20 minutes each day. They got smarter and more efficient!!
“In the behavioral test results, what we are seeing is something that is somewhat comparable to results that have been documented after far more extensive training,” said Fadel Zeidan, a post-doctoral researcher at Wake Forest University School of Medicine, and a former doctoral student at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, where the research was conducted.
“Simply stated, the profound improvements that we found after just 4 days of meditation training– are really surprising,” Zeidan noted. “It goes to show that the mind is, in fact, easily changeable and highly influenced, especially by meditation.”
The meditation training involved in the study was an abbreviated “mindfulness” training regime modeled on basic “Shamatha skills” from a Buddhist meditation tradition, conducted by a trained facilitator.
“The simple process of focusing on the breath in a relaxed manner, in a way that teaches you to regulate your emotions by raising one’s awareness of mental processes as they’re happening is like working out a bicep, but you are doing it to your brain. Mindfulness meditation teaches you to release sensory events that would easily distract, whether it is your own thoughts or an external noise, in an emotion-regulating fashion. This can lead to better, more efficient performance on the intended task.”
“This kind of training seems to prepare the mind for activity, but it’s not necessarily permanent,” Zeidan cautions. “This doesn’t mean that you meditate for four days and you’re done – you need to keep practicing.”
One of the best known and most respected Zen masters, Thich Nhat Hanh, has been my teacher of Mindfulness!
I teach a process that allows you to get more done based on Mindfulness Teachings.
Basic Model: Six Simple Steps to keep your Mind Sharp!
Doing this allows you to be more effective and bring your complete attention to a project before you begin it! (total time 1-3 minutes)
1. allow your body to completely relax
2. close your eyes
3. simply focus on the flow of your breath occurring at the tip of their nose.
4. If a random thought arise, notice and acknowledge the thought and simply let ‘it’ go by bringing the attention back to the sensations of the breath.”
5.Open your eyes and begin the project. (Work, working out, and just about anything!)
6. Notice the cooler air coming in each breath and warmed air leaving periodically through the project!
Subsequent training builds on this basic model. You can learn physical awareness, focus, and mindfulness with regard to distraction.
Set aside 20 minutes every day for a quiet Mind Meditation.
*This study appears in the April 2 issue of Consciousness and Cognition. Zeidan’s co-authors are Susan K. Johnson, Zhanna David and Paula Goolkasian from the Department of Psychology at UNC Charlotte, and Bruce J. Diamond from William Patterson University. The research was also part of Zeidan’s doctoral dissertation. The research was presented at the Cognitive Neuroscience Society’s annual meeting in Montreal.
“Findings like these suggest that meditation’s benefits may not require extensive training to be realized, and that meditation’s first benefits may be associated with increasing the ability to sustain attention,” Zeidan said.
“Further study is warranted,” he stressed, noting that brain imaging studies would be helpful in confirming the brain changes that the behavioral tests seem to indicate, “but this seems to be strong evidence for the idea that we may be able to modify our own minds to improve our cognitive processing – most importantly in the ability to sustain attention and vigilance – within a week’s time.”
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” — Julia Child
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Confession: For a guy who runs a social media company I’ve not been very social. But I found my groove at the groovy 1.1.11 Butterfly Meditation DreamShield event at diva Laura De Leon’s amazing home with her amazing hubby Bob Jenkis, who is one of Hollywood’s top editors, and the help of the always playful Dr. Sarah Larsen.
At the global 10.10.10 event I spent the better part of my time hiding behind the camera and in my hotel room running the 24 hour webcast on my Mac. But 1.1.11 was different. I am stepping up into my role as a spiritual leader and visionary, shy though I still am.
To help me step up, Laura did some amazing healing on me, one where I could see in my mind’s eye that she removed a dragon of red energy that was wrapped around my core. Visit Laura at MysticMuse.com And with Sarah at Dr.SarahLarsen.com, who guides me to be more social almost daily. Add to that since Mt. Shasta, with Marta and Mica where we’ve held a place of love that we are keeping up through the solar eclipse on 1.4.11 and beyond.
More prep, Sarah and I went on a huge shopping trip on 12/31/11 and gathered the list of stuff for the 1.1.11 party only to learn at the cashiers they did not take Visa, the card my roomie loaned me, and Sarah had forgotten her wallet. Costco was kind enough to put our cart in storage and we headed to Laura’s for a rehearsal and we swung back for the stuff later and I kept my cool.
This may not sound like a big deal. But my style of work as a producer, and former real estate developer who built Oprah’s studios, is all about precision through plans, schedules and budgets. So in the past this Costco hiccup would have freaked me out. Instead, I enjoyed the comedy and beauty of the coming together of all this. Sarah is about going with the flow and Laura is a meticulous performer. So we made a great team for this important event. It was such an honor to stand beside a great performer and healer like Laura De Leon, the band and Sarah. There no more hiding in the New Age.
Here’s a taste of the amazing Butterfly meditation party at Casa De Leon.
And let me share the vision I had during the meditation and a promise to share in the moment for the next event tomorrow, the solar flare meditation on 1.4.11, we formed a new universe with the power of the Infinity Cookies for our friends here on earth to explore and enjoy. 1.1.11 was the birth of the Butterfly Universe!
Here’s the recipe for the heavenly DreamShield Infinity cookies that came from the Celestials. Make some of your own and grow the Butterfly Universe! Special thanks to Nadia Avalero for cooking this up based on the recipe from above.
DreamShield Infinity Cookies: Love is the Secret Ingredient
DREAMSHIELD INFINITY COOKIE
Organic, Raw, Vegan
1 cup Chia seeds …1/2 cup Shredded coconut 1 cup Walnuts 1/2 cup Sugar Cane Crystals 1/4 cup Coconut Oil TT Cinnamon Pinch Sea Salt TT Sesame seeds Water, to consistency
Separately finely grind chia seeds, coconut shreds and walnuts in coffee grinder. Mix all with melted coconut oil, water (add mixture is too dry), sugar crystals, cinnamon and sea salt.
Form into desired infinite shape with infinite love. Top with sesame seeds and refrigerate. Enjoy when solidified!
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“The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.” – Albert Einstein
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
I finished the previous blog post at exactly midnight and got into bed hoping for a good night’s sleep as tomorrow is the Butterfly Meditation. But I was woken at 2:22 AM to do a “data transmission” meditation. Seems we mortals don’t need as much sleep in the New Age.
This is a night photo of LA from space that I was directed to post for you, dear reader. See the Butterfly?
I thought the name for our meditation came to our team because of the cocoon to butterfly thing. Old age to New age stuff. But angels work on many levels and dimensions at once. And so I now know we picked the butterfly name for today’s planetary meditation because there’s huge quantum physics are work here to shift us into a gentle 2012. We are being given the tools to reshape reality through quantum physics and raising our vibrational frequency.
Through Dr. Sarah Larsen and an amazing 6 hour physics video she armed me with, I am up to date and the solution to Einstein’s unified field theory and how its been totally worked out by today’s brilliant scientists.
You’ve not seen or heard much of this in mainstream media because they have not woken up yet to how what infinite vast beings we really are and how interconnected we all really are.
Long and short of it is that every person has trillion of atoms that they are made of and at the center of each of a black hole. We are literally flicker in and out of existence millions of time per second, at the speed of light. Considering that film created the illusion of reality at 24 flickers per second, imagine how tiny of a fraction of the universe we really only see… so far. Watch, these science people, they tell it way better than me.
So the Butterfly Meditation all fit together now. We are infinite beings the are the event horizon for the infinite large outside us and infinite small within, all of us butterflies.
OK, last thing, before I go back to bed if the Celestials guiding DreamShield will let me sleep. 2011 is the year we will solve all the programs used to scramble earth’s chakras. All the programs can be undone and are hidden in ancient myths. Put into our consciousness for this work. After half an hour of meditation where my eagle-self soared over the Middle East, for what I thought was a meditation on peace. Instead I was given this info by our team guide Ramses who been blowing my mind since guiding the meditation for Mt. Shasta in the pyramid guided by Sarah Wellborne.
TOWER OF BABEL
The Bible's Tower of Babel
Trance
Oscillator
Wave
Erratic
Randomizer
Orion
Fragmentary
Babylonian
Angelic
Barrier
Enchantment
Laser
Rames, who speaks to me as a great father figure, tells us the real Tower of Babel was in Brazil and was a space elevator, a way people on earth got off world. This was millions of years ago when we were given the keys to some primitive ships to explore our solar system by the ancients who helped shape our race’s DNA. But we showed we deemed not ready and the space elevator was dismantled and our chakras were all scrambled to give us time to evolve to where we are right now, on the threshold of manifesting a better tomorrow. This ancient tale eventually became the Bible, story of the Tower of Babel.
We’ve learned from cracking the Merlin code on the Mt. Shasta mission, the head charkra, that we must find counter codes to the above. I’ll leave that to the team. But once we crack it we will have better communication with the angels and the celestial beings guiding the work of a gentle 2012.
Night. Sorry for any typos. I’ll fix them when I am awake. Over out.
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Be at war with yourself your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each New Year find you a better man. – Benjamin Franklin
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
1/1/11 Updated 11/10/12
Saddest update ever. After a sudden battle with Cancer DreamShield booster Bradley Quick passed on 10.22.12. Here this the link to the story of my Uturn on the road to Antarctica 12.12.12 to see him one last time before he transitioned to the higher realms. Bradley is not gone, he’s just made a cool change.
What a lovely day it’s been today preparing for the Butterfly Meditation tomorrow at Laura De Leon’s lovely home and with Dr. Sarah Larsen, for the New Year’s Day DreamShield Butterfly Meditation. As I look back on how 2010 unfolded its like reading a great novel.
2010 began with the economy worsening and feelings of great insecurity for us all. I was low on cash and stranded in New Mexico with my roommate’s family. I was alone and miserable over losing my home, my car, my stuff and my dog in 2009. Yet I was oddly happy.
How could I be happy having lost everything in the world, stuck in New Mexico painting my then roomate’s house for free that did not belong to me while not being able to afford being home with my family? The answer is that I had learned somehow through all this that my happiness lay within me and not in external things. As I got back to LA I began in earnest to do my best to rebuild my life. My roommate had to give up on Hollywood for a while and regroup in New Mexico. And after a rocky sudden departure that nearly left me homeless I ended up on the doorstep of Bradley Quick and his Cool Change Foundation.
In return for couch surfing for two weeks I’d agreed to social media for Bradley, a motivational speaker and radio talk show host that uses media to battle substance abuse. The cause caught fire in my heart and my little enterprise BuzzBroz donated a dozen videos when I’d only promised 2. When my two weeks was up and I was getting ready to leave Bradley asked me to extend the arrangement until I whenever I felt it had run its course. That was – 10 months, 70 videos, 5,000 twitter followers, a LiveStream Channel, A Facebok fan page and half a million YouTube views for the Cool Change Foundation – ago.
With Bradley every day is an adventure as he endeavors to get the word out to more and more people via BuzzBroz. He’s going to be broadcasting live 5 days a week in early 2011 and it’s amazing to watch and help him put that together.
Dr. Sarah Laren and Crystal, host of the 3/13/11 Oneness Meditation
And its through Bradley’s love and support I have come to find my passion and purpose in life with DreamShield. All roads on this project lead back to Bradley’s unselfish introductions in return for all the help I have donated to his charity. The chain went like this Bradley introduces me to Dorothy Donahue, Filippo Voltaggio and Connie Miller. This leads to my trip to Italy in May and my angel activation in the first DreamShield by the healer Guila at Santa Maria Del Sole. On return to the US I talk to Barnet Bain, Sarah Larsen, Mica Monet and Ramon Goves, who I met via Dorothy and Fillipo and they convince me to share the vision of a gentle 2012 and the mission to honor the DreamShield on 10/10/10. A global web event with, Spirit Recovery, a sponsor out of Nashville, Lee McCormick, who I also met via Bradley lets DreamShield, only 3 months old be seen across the world in all 24 times zones with live events in Nashville, LA, Greece and Itlay broadcast on YouTube and LiveStream. The stars are the limit for this work for 2012 and beyond.
Ken Sheetz and Laura De Leon
Funny thing is that I was thinking on 10/10/10 that this was end of DreamShield until 11/11/11 and 12/12/12 when I am further activated via lunch meeting with Isabella Stoloff that booms into a 11/1/10 mediation followed by a huge slate of planetary meditations. And then Dr. Sarah Larsen emerges as a key partner in the DreamShield work and brings in so many people here in the city of angels for the mission. The scope and majesty of the work is beyond anything I expected but involves extensive travel I had not budgeted for and my cash runs low. And again Bradley steps up to lend a financial hand, keeping the work alive, me fed and working.
The year ends with planetary meditations to reduce earthquakes, deflect asteroids and healing of the ozone layer and preparations for an amazing 1/1/11 New Year’s Day meditation hosted by singer Laura De Leon at her lovely home with amazing husband Bob and the wonderful Dr. Larsen and I helping her pull it together.
In 2011 I resolve to continue to donate a big chunk of time to Bradley’s charity with the majority of my time going that with the DreamShield. But Bradley’s loves and supports the work because what could be a cooler change for his Cool Change Foundation than the change DreamShield that he helped start is bring about for a gentle 2012?
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No man, no matter how great, can know his destiny. He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold. – From the ScyFy TV Series MERLIN
Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz
The all night 9 hour ride from LA passes quickly and smoothly on a cloud of joy and love. After a snowy ride into Mt. Shasta and breakfast at the Black Bear Cafe, our 4 person part of the dream team heads over the Woodsman Inn to check in. But the rooms we had booked are not ready because the heavy snows kept the housecleaning staff away.
After checking with the Dream Inn where I had stayed in November we are all set. Dr. Sarah Larsen, Mica Monet and Marta all love the fact we have a floor of a house all to ourselves; complete with a two bedrooms, a full bath, kitchen, living room and dinning room, all filled with spiritual knickknacks.
Mt. Shasta’s pure air fills me with energy. And even after going 36 hours without sleep Sarah and I venture across the street and film this video. Sorry for the time warp in the title. I was going to fix it but I love the fact it’s 12/20/2012, eve of the New Age. A Shasta Vortex adventure indeed!
Filming finally made me became sleepy. After 36 hours without sleep I was out like a light. This was perfect as we were going to be up most of the night for meditation in a lunar eclipse meditation pyramid that was built on 9/9/09, just for groups like our looking to raise Earth’s vibration.
I began to dream about reporting to the Galactic Council in a giant auditorium in a great cavern beneath Mt. Shasta…
M.E.R.L.I.N.
Ben Stiller from The Oscars
The snow storm and cloud cover was doing a fantastic job of hiding our spaceships that had come for this meeting. A meeting of all the worlds fostering intelligent life in this galaxy to take a vote on Earth’s freedom and admission as a protected world of the Galactic Federation.
I am once again Ohom, a 7 foot tall blue being with wings, pleading before the full council of a rainbow of alien races. A few creatures bigger than whales, housed in great tanks, are scattered in an alien crowd that George Lucas would love. I almost wake up to my human Ken Sheetz form at that thought but fight to remain with the council as Ohom.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Galactic Federation Council, I implore you to vote with your hearts. Vote for Earth, not only as protected world, but to lift the veil of forgetfulness from all its inhabitants.”
Grak, my Reptilian nemesis interrupts me, as always, “Madame Chairman! Can we please stop this infernal game? I weary over a program Ohom himself designed, put himself into and forgot he forgot. The cursed MERLIN.”
All eyes of the council turn to me.
“I was Merlin?” I say.
A Lumarian in the front row can no longer contain his laughter and soon the entire cavern beneath Mt. Shasta roars with the thunderous laughter of thousands of beings from all across the galaxy.
Grak glares at the Lumarian who stops laughing along with the crowd, “MERLIN is not a person but a program. A cursed program that you yourself devised to create the veil of forgetfulness. The legend of Merlin was created as a way to help you remember on this very day.”
“Ha. You can’t toy with me, Grak.” I say not sounding very confident.
More roars of laughter before I can open my mouth again. A stab of pain takes me to my knees and the laughter stops. And suddenly I remember…
“Dear God, MERLIN. It wrote the code. M.E.R.L.I.N.: MIND, ERASING, RANDOMIZER, LINEAR…. LINEAR. Too painful. Can’t remember the rest.”
Grak leans over me, his snake like tongue darts out. For a second it’s terrifying but then I see the pity in his orange and black eyes. “LINEAR, INFINITE, NULLIFIER. That last part of the spell, old friend, your spell for confusing the head Chakra of the Earth, has nullified you from seeing all the good my Reptilian race has done for this world and for you.”
“But you killed Cara. Last council!”
My lover, beautiful Cara, stands in the crowd and giggles and blows me a kiss. “Ohom! Here I am!”
“How?!” I shout overjoyed.
“The Randomizer part of your damn Merlin program, it bedazzles the mind with false memories. I’d no sooner kill Cara than you, old friend. Remember our young days in Atlantis? Think!” Shouts Grak into my face while shaking me with his great strength.
A thousand memories flood into my mind in an instant: A young Ohom and a young Grak swimming with Dolphins, playing dice in a casino on the moon, teaching caveman humans to make fire…
“Yes! Grak, my brother! How can I have forgotten?” Now it’s my eyes that fill with tears. Tears of shame.
Grak hugs me to him. He’s nearly 2 feet shorter and his skin feels like a basketball I had as the human child Ken Sheetz.
Grak’s dazzling Reptilian eyes look up to me, “Wanna know the really sad thing, Ohom?” To my fervent nod Grak says,”Come sunrise you forget about MERLIN and we will all Randomize and start this nightmare over again for the millionth time.”
Cara shouts from the now somber crowd. “We are all stuck in an endless jumbled non-linear time loop, Ohom. You must crack the Merlin code to free not just Earth, but the Universe.”
But before I can ask how to begin a sound wakes me with a start that takes away my breath.
KNOCK, KNOCK! BACK AT THE DREAM INN
I awake, back at Dream Inn, Ken Sheetz an aging overweight filmmaker once again. Me.
I stumble around in the dark looking for where the knocks are coming from. Dr. Sarah Larsen and Mica, Marget are nowhere in site. I remember they have headed off for a hot spring. I open the door and a lovely woman, covered in snow, introduces herself as Saralise.
Saralise is passionate about the great work she is doing in Mt. Shasta as she urgently speaks to me. But with only 2 hours sleep her words are not getting through to me. She tries to brief me on Mt. Shasta’s important mission in the New Age to come but she may as well be briefing a brick wall.
Soon the dream team ladies are back and all are chatting with Saralise All this is a blur to me as I write. The dream of the MERLIN Program is more clear and shocking.
“I am crazy?” I wonder in my dream addled mind to myself as the girls chatter. To imagine I was an alien responsible for so much misery on this world caused by our forgetfulness of past life experience is a horrible shock. It’s then I realize that this revelation is more the reason for my disconnect with Saralise than the exhaustion of the 9 hour ride from LA.
We have a little time left for some late dinner before our planetary meditation in the 20 person capacity plywood pyramid and head off for a Thai restaurant in town in the snow.
As the snow whip at the windshield like shooting stars and my dream team of light workers chatter I am happy knowing my life has become more exciting than any movie or dream. It’s the dawn of the new era in human consciousness and we are in Mt. Shasta to meditate on healing the ozone layer.
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“Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn’t, it is of no use.” – Carlos Castandea
DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz, AKA “Eagliscious”
Marta, Dr. Sarah Larsen, Mica Monet and little Cloe
Only a little over a month ago I was at Mt. Shasta with a sweet Hollywood producing couple Cali and Chris Rosen to meet 10/10/10 sponsor Lee McCormick. Until Lee’s timely invite I’d only heard of Shasta as a soda pop. Now, here I was on December 19th tossing my stuff into Dr. Sarah Larsen’s minivan, on my way to American spiritual mecca Mt. Shasta to pop some power into the DreamShield.
Our planetary Mt. Shasta mission: Heal the ozone layer and start the battle to rescue humankind from cancer. A cancer that is at this very moment threatening to kill my father and a close family member of Sarah Larsen’s.
It is raining heavily as I hop into the van with Mica Monet, an amazing hypnotherapist and healer who can channel higher powers. I am happy as this gives our team the advantage of direct spiritual communications for this Mt. Shasta healing journey. As I take the wheel I am concerned that this Shasta trip does not coincide to the binary dates that have become the pattern of the events. Dr. Larsen, a palm reader and holistic doctor, had convinced me the trip was a must based on the coinciding of the lunar eclipse and winter solstice, but I am worried about driving in such horrible weather.
The psychic Mica Monet sits up front beside me. Mica is, like so many people I meet in this work, male and female alike, is as beautiful on the inside as the outside. Mica’s serene beauty takes my mind off the road and relaxes me a bit.
Earlier that day I opened the energy to power this mission to Mt. Shasta in the middle of a rain storm in NoHo park, rain that was flooding the coastal areas of California.
Mica meditated that the storms would clear and, sure enough, after we crossed the mountains of Simi valley the rain became less, and with the help of a new windshield wiper I purchased from a gas station along the way, we had clear road vision for the vision work ahead.
Mica plays navigator for this trip. As the road spins out before us I recall missions in deep space where I am captain of a planetary scale spaceship and she my navigator. Mica is planning to do a lot of inner child work and self love development in her practice in 2011. So she chose to warm our 4 person dream team up with a meditation on what we most loved about our self.
My dear father was drill sergeant in the Korean War. His lack a father from the age of 8 in his life meant my dad had learned all his nurturing skills from the U.S. Army. What a drill sergeant does to make a obedient solider is to tear them apart in boot camp, making my childhood 21 year-long boot camp. So I welcomed Mica’s exercise as she started off with, “I love my big beautiful brown eyes.”
“I love my nose,” softly offered the sweet and shy Mexican American Marta, a client of Dr. Larsen’s, from the back seat.
“I love how I love life,” said Dr. Larsen, grateful for Mica’s love meditation.
Now it was my turn and I was stumped. But everyone waited patiently. As a child my father told me I had “fat ugly lips” so I finally started with, “I love my full and sensuous lips.” Immediately I felt my spirit brighten and the inner child within me smile.
Sarah Larsen, giving up time to be with her family for the holidays to do this vital planetary healing work, chimed in, “I love the beautiful family I’ve created with Greg where we all live in bliss.”
On and on for the first hour of the 9 hour trip we spoke of what we each love about ourselves. And with each answer became funnier and funnier until we were all laughing hysterically.
My last self-love was for an amazing a scalp condition that causes my hair to fall out in clumps when stressed. The hair then grows back white. My head’s been doing this natural tattoo work for the past dozen years. In the past I’ve masked the calico of white patches with hair dye. But every summer I take a break from the hair dying and check what patterns emerge on my head.
7 years ago when I moved from Chicago I discovered a map of North and South America. I’ve lost the picture or I’d share it with you here. I had no idea what to make of that and showed it to my brother who will tell you, photo or no, I am not making any of this up.
So here I am 7 years later in a minivan with three angelic DreamShield planetary healers on a mission thankful for a scalp condition I found embarrassing for a dozen year saying, “I love the eagle shaped hair pattern on my head. People spend fortunes for tattoos and here I grew my own!”
The ladies had me turn on the minivan’s dome light to show them the eagle made of hair. Their giggles prompted me to add. “I’m eaglicious!”
The trip quickly passed with fun and work on self-love and self discovery. We did one of my favorite exercises from SoulDrama where you tell you childhood superhero and then have that hero speak about how they help you even today to achieve things and protect you. Mine is Superman, Sarah’s is Wonder Woman along with Marta and Mica. Mica rethought and made her hero the Bionic Woman.
Eventually Dr. Larsen’s dream team of super heroes got drowsy at the end of the 9 hour ride. Mica and Marta were sound asleep as we hit a blizzard about an hour out from Mt Shasta City. But I am from the midwest where snow driving is a normal thing. Now, after a stressful last hour filled, we arrive safe and sound in the winter wonderland of Mt. Shasta at 6 AM as the sky was just getting light.
After a breakfast at the Black Bear Cafe we set off to get into our rooms and join with the other amazing members of the dream team that have journeyed from as far off as Arkansas for this vital mission to heal the ozone layer and battle cancer.
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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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Let’s back-up to last week while my father walked in the twilight between life and death and paid me a visit. Dad was a steel worker most of his working life and he made me an amazing suit of armor. “DreamShield is about a gentle 2012, but gentle don’t mean weak, ” Dad instructed me. “Put this armor on. You need it for the work of 2012 and beyond.”
I walked about the house. unpacking my things for the funeral visit, and Jackie called to me, wondering if I’d like some coffee. We got separated in the circular traffic pattern and she laughed, “This silly layout. Your father and I did this all the time, losing each other in this big home” Tears welled in Jackie’s eyes. She fell into my arms and wept, “I never thought your father would die. I don’t know how I’ll go on without him.”
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