“OH WOW! OH WOW! OH WOW!” – Last words of Steve Jobs as he passed.
DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz
November 1st, 11.1.11, first of the last the powerful binary dates leading to 11.11.11!
Yesterday was a hard-working Halloween; booking a block of discount rooms for our of town guests at the beautiful, and close to the event, Grand Vista Hotel (just mention “Rancho De Las Palmas 11.11.11 DreamShield” for your discount price of only $60 a night!), creating a new landing page for DreamShield on Facebook, and making thousands of new invites. But before I decide to climb from bed to start another marathon day of 11.11.11 planning and promotion I decide to meditate. Something amazing, even for this work for a gentle 2012 filled with amazing visions, happens.
THE ELEVEN LADDER
No sooner have I taken my first meditation breath when Archangel Michael appears instantly in my cozy room at BushWillows. Michael, a human-form angel, is dressed in white robes and wields a golden sword and gem encrusted shield. I am happy to see the powerful angel is ready for anything the retreating spoil sport dark forces might still throw at us.
He smiles down on my exhausted meditating body and says in my own voice, “I give you, Kenneth, the meaning of the power of 11s of 11.11.11.”
The number 11 floats from the palm of Michael’s hand to form a glistening ladder above my bed. “See now, the 11s are the two sides of a ladder joined by the cords of humanity’s DNA, at last being made fully complete on 11.11.11.”
I’d met many spirits and beings in this work so far and all have spoken in their own voices. So I ask, trying to hide my skeptical nature, “Why do I hear you with my own voice, Michael?”
Archangel Michael cracks a wry smile and says, “I speak to you, Kenneth, with your own inner voice, because my voice was created to speak to the whole world at one time. Your mortal form could not handle such a vibration as my true voice produces.”
This rings so true it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Now cease all suspicions and climb, Kenneth.”
I reach upward and take hold of the ladder. I feel my spirit slip from my meditating body as I climb through the ceiling of the aptly named Green Room here at BushWillows. The rungs of the ladder are cool to the touch and of a pearl-like material.
Shortly, I am above the city of angels here in the Shadow Hills. I’m normally not afraid of heights but the angelic ladder has a lot of bounce and sway. It unnerves me to say the least.
“Don’t look down!” Archangel Michael’s mighty voice rings out, now that my spirit-self can hear his real voice without vibrating my mortal body to pieces. His voice is laced with trumpet sound and echoes over the San Fernando valley. I look up and see a jet pass right through the ladder. This almost makes me fall off.
I realize it’s best to just look straight ahead and climb fast as I can. Up and up I ascend, gaining speed and confidence. Up through high wafting clouds, up past the edge of our atmosphere and into the inky black of space.
“What next?” I think as I transform into an ET blue angel form. Elated to be one of these amazing ETs in this vision, one I know as Ohom, I fly off at incredible speed over the earth. “Where am I going?” I ask but know somehow without being told by Archangel Michael at my side.
We race faster than the speed of light for Europe. “Are we heading for Italy where all the visions began?” I wonder to my higher ET blue angel self.
Michael reads my mind and says, “We are flying to Bosnia, for the pyramid of the Sun, higher that the great pyramid of Egypt. You have an important mission I want you to perform for me.”
Tiny Bosnia in sight, I rocket down from the stars faster than any human eye can detect in a beeline for the slumbering pyramid. I’ve flown many times in meditation and dream but never with this speed or power! I quickly remember why this vision is so powerful. Today is 11.1.11, first of the last 3 pure binary code dates.
In less than a heartbeat, my ET self blasts through the soil that most of the pyramid still lays buried under. I bore with ease and angelic grace through tons of stone and burst into the heart of the pyramid, a vast echoing secret chamber that no one has laid eyes on in countless eons.
Chanting in the blue ET alien language I do not understand, I extend my blue angel hands. Blue fire leaps out of my hands to illuminate the dim walls of the chamber. Carved alien symbols on the walls ignite and burn, not blue as I expect, but a sacred purple.
Somehow knowing my job has been quickly done, I bound up through the pyramid. Up through a thunder-head cloud that flashes and booms, rocketing into space once more.
Waiting for me patiently, as though this sort of mission is an every kind of occurrence for him, Archangel Michael hovers nearby. He looks down upon the earth, a pleased smile on his handsome face.
Far below, on the blue world we call earth, I see what Michael is so happy about. From the activated Bosnian Pyramid of the Sun, purple fire races in glowing lines across the face of the earth. The purple lines reach other pyramids, both known and unknown. One by one all the pyramids of earth light up brilliant purple and shoot out energy into the lay lines to form a web of fiery purple lines energy around the entire planet.
The four adorable dogs that guard BushWillows have been let loose from the main house, by their owner Deb, I can tell from all the barking. Their happy barks stir from me my meditation before I can ask the meaning of this powerful pyramid activation to Archangel Michael.
I swing my feet from bed and rub my hands over the eagle hair pattern in the back of my head that some of the projects fans, who call me Eagle Man, say was the eagle put in my hair by angels to help me overcome my doubts. Amazed by the power of this fading vision, I repeat Steve Jobs reported last words, “Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.”
Looking at the time on my night stand clock I have little time to wash up and dress to travel with my twin flame Laura De León to meet with the Vegan chef Jesse to hear their wonderful menu he is planning for 11.11.11 The Ascension Convention. I can’t wait to tell Laura about the visit from Archangel Michael and what I was honored to witness.
Despite 18 months of these amazing visions, nagging doubts remain that all this could be my overactive imagination. However, after seeing the angels close the Bermuda Triangle back in January of this year, after which immediately, societies all over the Middle East overthrew dictators and corrupt governments, then the rise of Occupy, it gives me great hope that my visions alongside humanity’s ascension is wonderfully real. And so I work on for the hope of a Gentle 2012.
Tickets on sale for 11.11.11 at DreamShield.org. Hope to ascend with you on 11.11.11 at tropical paradise Rancho De Las Palmas, just east of Malibu, CA.
“We are ascending from an EGO based existence to living from our HEARTS! The ascension is within!” – Laura De León
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
As we cruise at light speed for the 11.11.11 Ascension Convention, which Event Director Laura De Leon,I and our team of volunteers, work on this amazing event with a dedication bordering on the driven behavior right out of CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND. Or in the case of our 11.11.11 meditations of ETs and their role in the shift, A CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE THIRD EYE.
Yes, it all makes sense as DreamShield began from ET angels. I can still see their alien skin sparkle and their gowns glow, thinking back to the yoga hall in Italy in May of 2010. I watched breathlessly as the ET angels created the energetic force field I eventually named the DreamShield… once I came out of shock. An energy field that has many names. One of such infinite power that one day humanity will learn to use it to shift earth from one part of its orbit to another to out dance any hostile element or foe, perhaps take us safely into the 5th Dimension.
Laura, with little help from me — as I’ve been busy creating the website, making 11 promo videos and populating the event on Facebook after securing sponsor Earth Shift Products (how perfect is that?) for the amazing venue of Rancho De Las Palmas and arranging to film the spectacle for LiveStream.com/DreamShieldTV — has worked herself to exhaustion assembling a stellar group of a dozen workshops, great musicians and exhibitors for this interstellar event.
And to cap it all off Laura secured Galactic Dolphin channeler Aros Crystos, my friend the DreamShield-Nashville, Renato Longato, a famed UFO expert, and Jackie Salvitti, an ET healer, as the keynote speakers of the day with music by out of this world Philippo Franchini, who will accompany Laura in sacred song. Take a peek but come back.
My hope is that all the 1s in the 11.11.11 date are a sign of first contact and that Renato, who is gifted at calling in UFOs for Sky Watches where ships have in fact been filmed with witnesses of 20 people, see the video on our DreamShield official 11.11.11 web page, will succeed in getting a ship to land so that all who wish might take a quick trip to Mars on to cap off the great day. Hey, a guy can dream can’t he?
THE 11TH VAULT MEDITATION
Somehow, during all the commotion of The Ascension Convention prep work, the message for what I am to conduct my meditation about on 11.11.11 has come through loud and clear. The premise is clever and powerful. Like I say ET angels have a great sense of humor and irony.
Corporations fought tooth and nail with our courts over the past 150 years to be and remain classified as artificial living beings. Artificial beings, strangely, with the same human rights as we the people. And they succeeded. But what the corporations did not foresee, but what the angels have, is that in becoming living things they created a heart for themselves. Granted, that corporate heart may pump money instead of blood, but a heart is more than a pump and we together with the ET angels are going to warm that corporate heart!
I see that once their hearts are warmed they can no longer fund war, harmful products or tolerate poverty and famine. As Laura said when she convinced me of the ascension theme for this event “The Ascension is Within” and this mediation is the ultimate inside bank job.
Come meditate with us on 11.11.11 to Re-Boot the planet into the Golden Age. Tickets for 11.11.11 The Ascension Convention on sale at DreamShield.org
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. – Thomas Edison
Dreamblogger – Ken Sheetz
It’s October 8, 2011 . I just turned 59 a couple weeks ago. I am officially pushin’ 60. Laura and I have been working 7 days a week, 12 to 15 hours a day prepping for 11/11/11. And it’s started to catch up with me.
A few blogs ago I wrote of the binary blast of dates we are passing through that are DreamShield’s most potent meditation dates: 10/1/11, 10/10/11, 10/11/11, 11/1/11, 11/10/11. The meditations which operated at a planetary scale thanks to being angel powered are nonetheless exhausting. I prayed, “Angels give me strength!”
As I awoke stiff and sore a few mornings ago in my humble room at BushWillows, where because the owners preferred not to market their spirit retreat with social media instead chose help in the lovely gardens, I meditated for energy. Four angels appeared at the corners of room. Before I could utter a word or even a thought they flipped over and pressed their hands to the floor.
The room plunged deep into the earth at a frightening speed. Soon the angels, plus terrified me, reached the molten magnetic core of the earth. I was told without words I would be safe and to let Gia’s energy renew me at a molecular level. After about a minute of this intense energy bath the angels reversed course flying back for the planet surface.
But as we quickly reached the room and my meditating body the angels flew me, bed and all out through the DreamShield, the energetic force field they built for humanity to use in caring for this world. My bed transformed to a small spacecraft, something I’d seen happen to my friend who passed recently with his wheelchair.
“Inspect the DreamShield. Report back here” I was told.
I orbited earth many times in very short order. I reported to the angels, “Many areas over scared sites on earth are weak in the DreamShield.”
“Where are these weak points?” a dazzling new angel I’d not met before asked.
“Mostly over the pyramids. Like clouds of darkness”
The angel I’ve come to know a Michael floated to my ship’s forward window. “The binary dates leading to 11/11/11 are vital, Ken. All must be honored with a meditation. This is not an option. Do the work and to seek out fresh meditation locations.”
Before I could open my mouth I was sent hurtling down through the DreamShield, the clouds over LA and back into my bed at BushWillows when I roused myself from meditation. I was brimming with energy and ready to honor the angels’ instruction.
“During this special time in history I am feeling when people die, not just people I know and love, they become new angels in the work of the Shift to a gentle 2012.” – Ken Sheetz
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Yesterday I learned a good friend and colleague in the film world had passed. What made Jim Troesh special was not the fact he achieved a brilliant film career despite being a quadriplegic. No, it was Jim’s heart that was special about him. He battled depression and overcame a stacked deck to win in Hollywood.
His was not the blazing star career that made him world-famous, but to about 1,000 of us who belong to Marc and Elaine Zicree’s film group The Table, he was every bit as big a star as Deniro, maybe bigger.
And Jim was one of the very first people I shared my vision of the creation of the DreamShield for earth’s protection with when I returned from Italy summer of 2010. His warm acceptance of my vision helped inspire me to stick my neck out to share my visions with the world. He liked the mission so much he even asked me for a Reiki healing. I’ll never forget his smiling face as I looked inside him and healed away white spurs of energy that were agitating his paralyzed spine. Jim relaxed and said he felt much better.
Left is the picture I took of Jim after my impromptu healing session at a pizza parlor called Pitfire, near his modest apartment in Noho.
As I wrote to my partner in DreamShield, Laura De Leon, last night about Jim’s untimely death at 54, a death likely prompted by cuts in California’s health care benefits, I heard Jim’s sweet voice in my mind.
“Hey, Ken. Love what you and Laura are doing with DreamShield. I’ll be helping out from the next dimension.”
“Nice to hear, Jim.” I answered in my mind back, no longer surprised by such ghostly visits. Visits that have included my father, grandmother and, yes, Abe Lincoln over the past few years as the Shift began and my psychic powers grew or perhaps somehow a screw got loose. I am the most cynical light worker you’ll ever meet. I don’t know what’s causing all these visions and I don’t care anymore. I go with the flow and leave open the possibility this is all real or a trick of my mind. What matters is how wonderful it makes me and those around me feel.
“How’s it hangin’? I added.
“Never better. It’s amazing on the other side. Thanks for the tribute video. Guess I didn’t know you cared that much about what I was about.”
“Jim, whenever I struggle in Hollywood and get depressed all I gotta do is think of you making a success of your life in a wheelchair and the pity party is over.”
“My wheelchair has transformed into a cool spaceship, Ken. You should see it, man. Zoom!”
“Maybe I will on 11/11/11 at our Ascension Convention. We have a guy named Renato Longato calling in UFOs that night.”
“Cool. My ship’s got lots of room. Looks like a 50s flying saucer. Ha ha! The angels formed it out of the wheels of my chair!”
This brave beautiful image brought a tear to my eye and I stopped typing to Laura.
“I know production, Ken. I know you and Laura have taken on a lot preparing for 11/11/11 and 500 guests, video feeds from all over the world. It’s big what you are each doing to help the Shift.”
“Shut up and listen. I’ll be breaking orbit soon on my first training mission with the new ship. You and Laura have to remember to keep this fun. You’re the twin flames of DreamShield. It’s vital to the project you two work in harmony. Vital.”
“Fate of the world?” I chuckled to myself.
“Don’t knock what you are doing. You’ve seen the changes happening.”
“The angels could have picked a younger guy for this mission and Laura is only now completely healing from past health issues. Why us?”
“Why not? Fear not you’ll each be given plenty of juice for your 11/11/11 Ascension Convention and onto a gentle 2012.”
Jim’s silence greeted me and I finished my email to Laura with his advice on dream team harmony.
Here’s my tribute video to Jim made from a pilot he produced and starred in with DreamShield friend Cali Rossen.
Will we see Jim’s flying saucer made from his wheelchair on 11/11/11? Does it matter? In reading this blog you already have!
Advance tickets for 11/11/11 The Ascension Convention on sale now at BuzzBroz.com
To ride a horse is to ride the sky. ~Author Unknown
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Looking back on how fast the first year of DreamShield went, December 21, 2012 is almost here. Well, as I write it is still 595 days, 8 hours, 22 minutes and 11 seconds away.
One year ago, in a yoga hall that was a former horse stable in Italy, I had powerful vision of 3 ET style blue angels joining our SoulDrama group of 12 humans who were deep under the meditation spell of Guilia, the healer of Santa Maria Del Sole, who was chanting over us in words of ancient Hebrew, words that she has kept secret so far, even from me.
In that yoga hall vision on 5.5.10 I saw the 3 ET style angels join their blue energy to we dozen humans. This in turn, over a period of about a week of successive visions, created an energetic shield around the earth to ensure a gentle 2012 that I named the DreamShield.
This first vision has been recounted many times in ceremonies and on the web and has been seen by thousands of people all over the world. See our first of 220 videos on the topic of 2012 here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lg4wDtw3vD4
I somehow thought I could go back to my normal life after the big 10.10.10 event, an event that an angelic voice guided me to conduct, and come back to the DreamSheild global events I’d also been guided to do in Italy last year on 11.11.11, only 6 months away now, and the finale on 12.12.12. But just a few weeks after the fabulous 10.10.10 event a series of planetary meditations came to me again from the mysterious voice starting November 1, 2010.
The 11.1.10 event ceremony was at NoHo Park at the 9.11 monument and was conducted by Isabella Stoloff, the Shaman who had conducted opened our 10.10.10 event. Profound visions happened to me now for the third time in a row. And they have never failed to happen every time I meditate on the mission of a gentle 2012.
Moving forward from 11.1.10 Isabella would not be available as she was in Orange County and busy with her own interpretation of 2012 and Sarah, despite her amazing skills as holistic doctor and third generation palmist and social butterfly, had a young kids and a busy practice to juggle. So I was a bit lost on how to move forward with a series of planetary meditations I was being guided to perform on binary dates that were rolling up fast.
Enter the amazing Laura De Leon to the DreamShield story! Now with her help and Sarah plus Lee McCormick’s help in Nashville as our sponsor and Nathaniel Hansen’s as our website guru we were ready for anything.
Laura became a dear, dear friend in the process. She has a practice helping Hollywood talent reach their full creative potential called MyMysticMuse. And she became my personal guru along with DreamShield’s and I became her social media guru with my BuzzBroz.com buzz biz.
Ramon Govea and Kara Mooney would also step up to meet the challenge of the Gateway year of DreamShield in hosting our very first dance meditation at the Temple of visions on 3.11.11. And Laura would amaze me by singing sacred music at the event despite the loss of a family member that week.
Together our global team would perform 25 DreamShield meditations between 10.10.10 and today 5.1.11. They cover a broad range of issues from tectonic plate activity reduction, to solar flares, greed, clean energy, to the the intimate like healing the earth from child abuse and addiction. None of the of us have take any pay for all this. DreamShield a labor of pure love supported by love donations at DreamShield.org. Where we hope you please visit to donate.
But stay with us for this important 1 year anniversary DreamShield vision before you run off to give.
THE TWELVE HORSES OF 2012
This morning I was deep in meditation in my studio at The Cool Change Foundation, a bit sad that I’ll be leaving soon as all the video and web work that I have donated to that charity has blossomed into a production schedule that makes it too busy for me to have the peace and quite I need for my meditations and writing.
In the vision my father, who passed in January on 2011 after a sudden cancer took him, came to me. He’d not been to visit me from the after life for weeks. Last time I saw him he having an adventure aboard a sleek silver spaceship traveling faster than the speed of light for the center of the universe.
Dad had changed much. He was young again. He looked to be in his 30s. His cancer wracked body of 82 years a distant memory. Dad glowed with an inner light now. He leaned to me said to me, “Sorry I left you nothing in my Last Will and Testament, Ken.”
I explained I’d not expected a thing as my step mom, 15 years his junior, needed everything to get by plus I added, “Other thing is I think you thought you’d never die.”
My father smiled proudly at my unselfish behavior and said, “Here’s my inheritance for you son. A gift to help your work of ensuring a gentle 2012.”
A white horse appeared before us that rivaled the beauty of Pegasus. Before I could say a word another horse, black as the dark of space appeared beside the white horse, followed by a Palamino with white mane.
“One horse for each month of your first year with DreamShield, Ken. – 12 horses for the work of 2012,” my father proclaimed as ten more horses appeared in rapid succession. Each glowed with an inner light shining dazzling hues and shades of the rainbow upon Beck Street in North Hollywood, where we stood in the vision that morning as the sun rose.
Now a golden chariot appeared behind the powerful team of 12 horses.
“Get on!” my father said chuckling at my hesitation. “Take these. You’ll need them.” Dad, a former welder, placed 12 lightning bolts in my hand and swatted the lead horse, the white horse on the butt.
The team of 12 mighty horses charged up Beck Street and spun right onto Chandler Boulevard heading west. Car tires screeched. Horns honked at the spectacle.
The horse team took to the morning air, carrying my chariot along like a feather . I spun the team east on Laurel Canyon Blvd and flew for the sun. Soon I could see LA and the Pacific far below. Whales cried out to us from the sea as we left the atmosphere.
I saw the DreamShield pulsing white and strong below. “Wow!” I wondered to myself thinking of what to use the lightning bolts for. Happy of the magic of these beautiful and healing spiritual adventures. Not just a lifetime but for all time in every incarnation I have ever had in every dimension.
Please give today in honor of the one year birthday of DreamShield as there is much to do in preparation for 11.11.11, another global celebration like 10.10.10. No official word yet but for Greece we may be gaining access to an ancient temple. I feel guided to travel to Greece for that one and hope Sarah and Laura will feel the call to be there as well. Help make it happen. We have thousands of fans now, If all gave what they can, even if it’s only $10 or $20 we’d be all set.
Sorry to be so pushy. The angels made me do it:)
“All men are caught up in an inescapable network of mutuality.” – Martin Luther King
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
The conundrum for the New Age 2012 community is that many believe humanity must vibrate this world to a new level through the power of love for all. But how to love a guy like Osama bin Laden who killed so many innocents and set off 10 years of war that led to countless other losses around the world?
I wonder if MLK were alive today, what the great compassionate man, who so many on Facebook are quoting for his disdain for celebrating in the killing of another human being, would have to say about Osama’s death and the joy it is bringing to so many of us. We’ll never really know.
A year ago, when all my unexpected and un-looked for spiritual work of 2012 started in Italy, I asked SoulDrama founder, Connie Miller, how a good people like the Italians ended up siding with Hitler and the Nazis. She wisely said, “The brighter the light the darker the shadow.”
Under this premise, the Muslim world’s bright light may have produced Osama and the terrorists. My joy is that America and the Muslim World both have our freedom again, freedom from Osama’s shadow.
Please give on the Paypal donation tab on the bottom of our official home page at DreamShield.org to help us keep doing these vital meditations.
“Ego has a voracious appetite, the more you feed it, the hungrier it gets,” – Nathaniel Bronner Jr.
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
May 5, 2010. I lay on the yoga mat in Santa Maria Del Sole’ resort’s hall in Italy, emotionally raw and blissfully exhausted from five consecutive 12 hour work days, participating as both a student and as a filmmaker, covering social media for a group workshop called SoulDrama. I lay wondering what the hell I was doing here. After all, I’d not wanted to come to Italy for all the memories it brought back to me of the heartless fool I used to be 20 years ago.
I closed my eyes and flashed back to the last time I was in Italy in 1990. I was as a millionaire real estate developer. One who was building Oprah’s Harpo Studios and $162 million skyscraper at the same time. I came to Italy those 20 years ago to pick out marble from the same Carrera quarry that Michelangelo had selected stone for his David statue.
I’d like to say I was open and awake to all faiths, but Campbell’s book had the opposite effect on me back in 1990. I instead chose to believe his marvelous book was proof that all religions were no more than myths.
Why this dark interpretation of Campbell’s great book? Simple. Ego. My fragile yet mammoth ego, a compensation for growing up in house filled with chaos and abuse, chose to believe that nothing higher than humanity, and therefore amazing me, existed in the universe.
Feeding my fat ego on a steady diet of fawning Italian marble vendors making a muli-million dollar sale, catered to with lavish hotels and the very best restaurants of the Italian Riviera, I decided when I returned to Chicago I would announce my plans for a divorce.
And why not? I knew now there was no hell for having a divorce. I was free and felt I deserved better for myself than my simple wife who had been my college sweetheart. The kids would get to visit me and they’d be better off than listening to all the fights that were a constant in my rage to be treated like a giant at home the way I was getting treated at work.
Why could my wife not see I was no longer the starving artist she married?! The nerve of this woman not seeing my greatness! Yeah, you’d have hated me then.
Little did I realize that I was on my way to losing everything. A humbling fall of epic proportions that would take me to the brink. But that’s another story. The one that got me to Italy again in spring of 2010 via The Cool Change Foundation, a charity run by Bradley Quick who I proudly donate social media for one day a week to help people battle back from addiction. Let’s save that great story for later.
As sad lessons of my heartless ego driven past flashed before my closed eyes in the yoga hall, I decided to change the channel in my head. I started to gripe to myself about 3 students who were always late to anything I had been filming all week. I somehow felt that having the group pf 20 complete might spiritually help me undo something I had done before I’d left LA. Namely, promoting a video that might spread mass hysteria about catastrophic events ET guru Sheldon Nidle felt were coming in November of 2010, only months away.
No sooner did the dark thought pass over my mind like a rain cloud than 3 angels appeared in the yoga hall. These were not ordinary angels. They were well over 7 feet tall. Blue ET angels who wore blue garbs that complimented their beautiful blue skin that glistened with dazzling crystals in sacred geometrical patterns.
As Gulia, the healer of Santa Maria Del Sole, who was conducting the group healing in the 300 year old stable turned yoga hall chanted over us, the blue angels took up position in the empty yoga mats.
One angel lay down on the empty mat to my right. As I tentatively touched its gown the angel smiled at me reassuringly.
Blue energy flowed from the angels that flowed through and around the joined group. The coarse yellow brick ceiling of the yoga hall transformed to pure solid gold. Gold that rippled and cracked with energy like a giant super conductor. The blue angel energy kept me calm as the floor turned to glass. I saw below us a multi-dimensional mirror image of the yoga hall that was not quite like our reality.
Before I could think about all that was happening, the ends of the yoga hall blasted off. Energy bands raced around the north and south poles, uniting after circling the globe here again in the yoga hall. Now the east and west ends of the yoga hall blasted east and west around the planet. Earth was surrounded by two bright and beautiful white energy bands. A giant cross I would eventually figure out.
Gulia’s chants ended. Chants I learned some months later that were ancient Hebrew and secret.
The vision of the angels slowly faded. The group stirred from the meditation. Healers healing themselves, the group of twenty were from all across the world, Brazil, Greece, Holland and the US. I felt honored to work and film with them all week. It was the spiritual education of lifetime in a single week, and now this epic vision.
As SoulDrama Italy drew to an end I spoke to others in the group about my vision of blue ET angels and the energy bands. No one had seen what I saw. Some had simply fallen asleep. An excited fellow student asked me what I thought the vision meant and I said, “Getting the word out about Gulia’s gifts via social media I guess.”
When I went to Connie Miller, founder of SoulDrama, to talk to her about my startling vision of angels sending energy bands across the earth, she was preoccupied with an upcoming class in Greece. A class that was falling apart along with the crumbling Greek economic disaster. I was on my own and full of fear that I was losing my mind.
The last night of the trip the Santa Maria Del Sole staff moved me to a neighboring resort for the night. Dazed and confused by the vision of blue angels protecting the earth I left the yoga resort without speaking to Gulia of my vision.
That night at the little alternate resort I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Hours passed in the quiet Italian countryside as I dreamed ordinary dreams when a loud echoing voice, like out of a badly made Bible movie, woke me from my slumber…
“What happened at Santa Maria Del Sole was far more than a mission of social media, Ken.” the disembodied voice echoed.
“Huh?” I mumbled into my pillow.
“The energy bands you saw circling the earth are holding the tectonic plates together. On 10.10.10 you must gather people together to strengthen the energy bands.”
“10.10.10? First visions and now voices?” I sobbed into my pillow, surprised I was crying like a kid.
I sat up in bed, heart pounding. Knowing I’d not get back to sleep, I paced about grounds of the quaint resort. A rooster crowed at the rising sun. I needed to talk to Gulia and try to get a handle on all the crazy stuff happening to me and so I called the resort. Thankfully they sent a car to bring me back for breakfast and a chat with the great healer of Santa Maria Del Sole.
I fully explained the vision and the audio message to Gulia and resort owner and Italian rock star Salvatore, who acted as interpreter between Gulia and me. As you can see, once the interview part of the video starts, Salvatore was a tad uncomfortable about the vision while Gulia was elated.
As I was getting in the car for the airport Gulia ran up and said in broken English, “Call when you get the after-visions!”
“After-visions?” I said in horror.
Gulia simply waved goodbye and shouted, “Ciao!” with a little smile as our car sped off.
And two nights later in my humble twin bed back in LA at The Cool Change Foundation the after vision came to me in a waking dream. The energy bands began to spin at such incredible speed they became a shield around the earth. What I would come to call the DreamShield, not realizing this was also a native American artifact like the more well know dream catcher.
That’s how all this got started. It really began in 1990 when I had to lose my old faith in order to gain a new one for 2012.
Did I really witness ET angels saving the world from Sheldon Nidle’s vision of destruction come November 2010 in Italy on May 5, 2010 or was it all my overactive imagination? Well, Earth is still here on this lovely April 9, 2011 as I write on a chilly Saturday by LA standards and humanity is racing onwards and upwards to a gentle 2012 aren’t we? That’s enough for me.
Hey, I can’t make the trip this year to Italy but it looks like but you still can. Tell Connie Ken Sheetz of DreamShield sent you and report back if you see any angels there like I did. Info on 2011’s April 30 to May 7th SoulDrama Italy here.
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- Computers are useless, they can only give you answers. -Pablo Picasso
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Many times I hear, “2012 is is going to be just like Y2K. Much ado about nothing.” But 2012 is nothing like 2000. 2000 is an arbitrary date on the calendar. One that created some headaches for the computer world, and thereby a cottage industry for computer jocks.
2012 is the end of the 3,125 year old Mayan calendar. A calendar Hollywood has taken out of context to mean the end of the world. The Mayans are not happy about this, as you can see in this text video. Rather, the elder Maya believe this is not the end of the world, but the end of the world as we know it.
My world has certainly ended already as I knew it with DreamShield and its mission of quelling 2012 fear. For a change I am doing something that has no economic goal but a societal one to better the planet. Gone is the greed in my heart. I know a peace and serenity that has eluded me my entire 58 years on this world. I am not writing stories with my brain but rather living them with my heart.
And I am having fun! Meet a new animated mascot for DreamShield. Wind: Rainbow Warrior for a Gentle 2012
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“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Mt Shasta lay under heavy cloud cover and a blanket of fresh snow for our entire visit. The reason many UFO experts at Mt. Shasta had speculated, if speculated is the word as these light workers show no doubt when they speak of UFOs, was to hide the many spaceships that were convening for earth’s formal admittance as a protected species of galactic society.
So on the way home that December 23, 2010 it came as no surprise to all in our minivan of light workers that the Winter Solstice moon appeared soon as we were a few miles out of town. How happy were we? Looney happy. Take a look and listen.
Part of all this joy was we had not not slept in back to back meditations at Mt. Shasta that had an all night driving session in a blizzard as its prelude. The joy of it all kept me from feeling exhausted, that and lots of Red Bull. Yeah, we were looney for good reason.
As we got back on 1-5 and everyone fell asleep for the all night drive home, I had some time to reflect on one of my dreams while staying at the Dream Inn BLOG POST HERE. In the dream I am Ohom a 7 foot tall blue angel. I fly in for landing before the Galactic Council beneath Mt. Shasta. I plead the case to remove the MERLIN code on earth. Yes, Merlin was not a person but a brain scrambling program that I, the Ohom me, had designed.
M.E.R.L.I.N.: MIND -ERASING -RANDOMIZER – LINEAR – INFINITE – NULLIFIER
Yes, I was the laughing stock at the Galactic council because I in fact had created the Merlin code and then forgot that I forgot. All this before I created MERLIN and all the other earth blocking chakrah’s myself in another incarnation, an alien one.
MERLIN was the key, if that could be unlocked then the rest of earth’s chakrah’s would follow and humanity would progress to a gentle 2o12.
Random stations began to pop on and off and snapped me out of my dream memories. Sarah Larsen woken to the odd radio mix.
“Sorry, want me to turn off the radio so you can sleep?” I asked sleepy eyed Sarah.
“No. I think it’s a UFO message!” said Sarah, now wide awake with excitement.
“From the ETs?” said Sarah.
“More like a broken radio,” I grumped as I downed some Red Bull.
“No look at the radio control. They’re codes,” she said pointing at the radio.
“Hmm. I was just thinking about how we need to crack that Merlin Code dream I told you about when the radio went nuts. This is your family minivan. Has this ever happened before?”
“No! I need a pencil! Some paper!” said Sarah digging through her big purse.
Now, something like the Merlin Code is cool, but what I find even more amazing is how women can dig in their big purses and find things. Sure enough Sarah found something to write with and began copying down the codes on the radio.
“What was the first word of the Merlin code?” said Sarah as the radio played bits and pieces of various songs that were making sentences.
“Wow. I’ve had too much Red Bull. These songs seem to be making a pattern.”
“The first word?!” Sarah shouted in her excitement.
“Mind. ” I yawned.
“Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” Sarah worried.
“Red Bull’s kicking in. Wow, if I were alone I’d think this radio thing was a too much sugar and lack of sleep hallucination.”
Numeric and letter codes flashed across the radio dial. Songs from retro 50s to dance electronica popped up in random order with that made so much sense in the context of this work that I laughed. One string of songs sang in code,”Love/forgotten/hidden stars/human races/I am a butterfly.
“M-I-N-D… ” Said Sarah counting the numeric codes.
“What are you doing? Matching up the codes to the alphabet.”
Dr. Sarah worked on the codes for the next half hour, carefully matching and mixing words and letter.
“Got it, the first unlocking “spell” spells ‘MEMORY'”.
“Makes crazy sense.” I said shaking my head in disbelief. ERASING is next.”
Another hour of codes on the radio and frantic writing Sarah had the counter code and giggled, “E-N-E-R-G-Y!”
“Wish I had more, ” I said tugging back on more Red Bull. I was wishing we had some budget to stay an extra night at Shasta rather than this crazy all night drive.
The next one, the scary one that came up the Merlin Code sequence was RANDOMIZER. The time Randomizer was the tricky one that my dream Ohom self had used to make it humanly impossible to solve Merlin without help when the for gentle 2012 had arrived. Help like the code that was coming in on Sarah’s minivan radio.
I explained to Sara, “The RANDOMIZER keeps humanity from uniting as each day at sunrise before we wake when it scramble time and people like eggs. One day you go to sleep as Bob in 1952 and next day you wake up as Marsha in 1602. That’s messed up. Nice work, Ohom. My other self was one clever bastard. Billions upon billion of split time lines converging and emerging to scatter humanity.”
“Yes, ” Sarah said, “There have been countless time loops leading to this moment. But always when we would get close to solving the Merlin code the RANDOMIZER would scatter our light worker teams and we start over, go to before 2012 to try to get it right.”
I decided to swallow my disbelief in UFOs and help the doctor by sharing this crazy story of the Randomizer. “Sarah, if we don’t solve the Merlin code by sunrise we are going to forget everything and be Randomized again.”
“Let’s keep working!”
Two hours later of the UFO broadcast of symbols and songs Sarah had another the RANDOMIZER code breaker. “Reality!” Sarah shouted lous enough I shushed her for the sake of the sleeping Dream team in back.
“I’m getting we need to recite these words to break the code a sacred spot once we have them all. But where?”
It will come to us. Let’s keep working. What’s the next word of the Merlin Code?”
“Well, this one’s easy my heart says it’s LOVE.
“Too easy?” I worried she had used the same method to solve the code as the other words.
“Love is easy.” Sarah giggled,
“Never has been for me.”
“All the more reason I know LOVE is right.”
INFINITE was next and it took a couple of hours that seemed infinite as my Red Bull was wearing off and this was all starting to feel like a silly kids game to my inner cynic that believes none of this. My ego was taking over, as Laura De Leon of Mystic Muse keeps telling me. The ego fights for its story of a conventional world versus the world of the unseen. How I wished Laura was with us now to work this out. But she had passed on the trip as she was not feeling up to the outdoors of winter at Mt. Shasta.
“IMAGINE!” squealed Sarah like a kid holding up her scribblings from the radio codes. A psychic and 3rd generation palm reader Sarah was full of boundless energy for this sort of work.
“I’m amazed I’m not sleepy.” we crested the road down to the Simi Valley into LA and the lights of the city sparkled beneath a sky beginning to brighten for day. Time was running out to solve the code. “Last word is NULLIFIER.”
“Normalize, ” said the doctor as we made our way through the city to drop off our first passenger in Passendena.
“The Rose Bowl. I think that’s where we do the mediation to unlock the code.” I said.
“Why there? I thought the beach in Santa Monica would be nice.” Said Sarah, finally yawning now that the codes had been broken.
“Because that’s where the guy who hitched a ride back to LA is from Passadena and we’d never make it to Santa Monica before the suns comes up and we Randomize,” saying secretly to myself that if all this UFO radio stuff was in our heads at least Id be home sooner. Bonus.
At that moment, as if to give me faith, the radio stopped surfing and settled into one station.
The other passengers woke as they sensed we were nearly home. Sarah turned to explain about the crazy radio stuff and said, “We broke the code the unlock the mind chakrah. Is everyone OK with a side trip to the Rose Bowl for a DreamShield meditation?”
The young guy who had hitched a ride from Mt. Shasta, Da, wanted to be dropped off. Sarah smiled at me because I was right that with him as the first drop off we’d never make it to the ocean before sunrise and we be randomized.
As we dropped the bedazzled Da off I got out of the van to take a whiz in the alley. I picked an out of the way spot from the passengers and did my business. I looked up as I zipped up into the eyes of Jesus in a crown of thorns, drawn in pencil on the whitewashed fence.
As I hopped back behind the wheel I saw Mica had gone back to sleep.
We hit the main drag of Passadena looking for sign to the Rise Bowl. That should be easy right? Wrong. So borrowing someone’s Iphone Sarah pulled up a Google Map. We were heading in the complete wrong direction and the sky was brightening.
Fatima, who was now wide awake in the far backseat, said we might only have about 10 minutes left to sunrise as I spun the minivan around. I didn’t fully believe in all this stuff but like always I had a “Why take chances?” attitude. I was determined to break this code I’d dreamed I had created in another incarnation. Was I racing the clock to beat my own past incarnations RANDOMIZER program, or high on too many Red Bulls, I wondered.
Finally after getting lost one more time, which seemed like the work of a spell but could just as well have been exhaustion we arrived at the Rose Bowl. We walked onto the grounds, in preparation for the Rose Bowl parade and did our meditation. Sarah read the unraveling of the MERLIN code.
And as we left I could see angels inside the Rose Bowl cheering our success. Every bit of science fiction writing or reading I’ve ever done pales by comparison to this strange other worldly/real-life adventure in which I am a skeptical player.
Time has actually felt more linear to me since we did this work, the first time we as a race go to bed in one life and awake in the same time line. I am constantly amazed by this project’s beauty and the fact we are not the only people doing this work. There are hundreds if not thousands of light workers involved. Whether this is real or a product of our imaginations it sure is fun and exciting. And that’s going to raise our world’s vibration. Ripples of a new future for humanity are spreading one person at a time.
Mother earth is alive and getting healthier every day as we race for a gentle 2012.
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