New Angels of a Gentle 2012

“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

James Troesh Wheelchair Warrior

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.”

“Thanks.”

“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.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

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

5.5.11 DreamShield is 1 – The 12 Horses of 2012

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

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE TWELVE HORSES OF 2012

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freedom from Osama’s Shadow

“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.

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First Vision in Italy May 2010 of a Gentle 2012

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

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” I mumbled into my pillow.

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

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

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

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

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

“After-visions?” I said in horror.

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

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

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

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

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

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2012 is Not Y2K

Computers are useless, they can only give you answers. -Pablo Picasso

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

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

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

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

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

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Road Work Ahead: Solving the Merlin Code

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

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Message?”

“From the ETs?” said Sarah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mind. ” I yawned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s keep working!”

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

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

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

“Linear”

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

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

“Love is easy.” Sarah giggled,

“Never has been for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Solstice Salad

“Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.” – Jerry in SEINFELD “The Baby Shower”

DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz

Is Ken Sheertz the Larry David of Light Workers?

It was December 23, 2010.  I had just finished my second trip to Mt. Shasta.  Mica and Marta was sound asleep in the back of Sarah Larsen’s family minivan.

While Sarah napped too, I had the chance to listen to the radio and reflect on the amazing meditation Joy Phoenix had led in the pyramid at Mt. Shasta.  With only 5 minutes notice Joy had given such a lovely ceremony that I realized my policy of letting the pros lead these meditations while I record them in film and text is one the smartest things I do in DreamShield. See the full story here.

As highway 5 rose up before me I thought about the gas station in the heart of Mt. Shasta that had been converted into a spiritual crystal spot for people to fill their souls rather than cars.

A few hours earlier we had all howled at the full moon in victory.  A foot of snow in a driving blizzard had not stopped us.  The mission was success to meditate on healing the ozone layer had been a success.

So how had this dream mission turned into a CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM episode with me as Larry David?

SOLSTICE SALAD

Fresh from success in the pyramid, a 24 foot by 24 foot replica made of plywood for the many spiritual projects of Mt. Shasta, I decided to grab a celebration dinner before we headed back to LA.  My choice, because DreamShield had begun in Italy last year in May, was a little Italian restaurant on the quaint main street of Mt. Shasta.

An older woman, not part of our LA group, a Shasta local light worker, joined us.  Let’s call her Marge so as to spare her any embarrassment and me any lawsuits.

Our group had grown to about eight people as we took our table in the Italian place.  It looked more like a family fast-food joint than the fine Italian spot I’d hoped it would be.  Marge the local light worker took up a seat at the head of the table and began to look over the menu.

“I’m vegan.  Haven’t been to a restaurant in 20 years.  I bet they don’t have anything I can eat.”  Marge said as though it were somehow my fault.

I nodded with a smile, wondering why Marge came along with us in the first place if she hated restaurant food.  As I looked over the menu I noticed in the light now that Marge had on unusual makeup.  “Is that silver dust on Marge’s face?” I wondered to myself.

Sarah Larsen got a phone call.  She headed for the door, asking me to order pasta for her.

“Wait!  I see what I want!  Minestrone soup!  I think I can eat that!” Marge cheered, as no one at the table seemed to care.

“Great.  Here comes the waitress.” I said.

The waitress was about 25 but she had a world weariness of a woman of 40.  “Can I get you guys some water?”

“I brought my own!” said Marge pulling an alien looking bottle from her metallic large purse.

I caught the waitress roll her eyes to the hostess as if to say, “Spiritual nut jobs.  Thanks for giving me this table.”

Trying to get this moving before Marge started pulling out a vegan meal from her cave of a purse I ordered, “I’ll have the All You Can Eat salad.”

“I have to warn you, sir, you can’t share the All You Can Eat Salad with your friends,” the waitress proclaimed loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.

“Got it.  I’d like Italian dressing on the salad, please.”

“I mean it, sir.  The All You Can Eat Salad is for one person only.”

“Roger that.  Italian dressing,” I said, wondering why the waitress was still not writing down my order.

Mica Monet, one of my LA group, chimed in before I could ask why my order was not getting taken.  “Does egg plant pasta does that come with a salad?”

“Yes,” the waitress shuffled and looked down at her feet, “But again, you can’t share salad with the table.”

“Why not?” I said.  “It’s not a All You Can Eat Salad.  She buys it and shares it, your restaurant losing nothing.”

“Makes it hard for us to make sure you guys are not sharing salad if she does that,” the waitress said as though that made sense.

“You know, miss, I think we get the “no sharing the salad idea here. We’re all grown-ups and you have our word: No salad sharing.”

“Does the minestrone come with a salad?” said Marge, derailing my chance to get my salad order in.

“It’s soup not a salad, ma’am.” said the waitress like she was talking to a crazy person.

“Probably not organic anyways.” giggled Marge coyly.

“Who’s next?” said the waitress, oblivious Marge’s light worker joke or effort to be salad pals.

“Did you get my All You Eat Salad order, miss?” I asked

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because the manager will fire me if you share the All You Can Eat Salad!” the waitress said, pleading as though her kid’s future might depend on hang in the balance.

“Sounds like a swell guy you work for.  But you’ve clearly explained the rules and we’ve agreed to them.  Please take my order.” I said, not believing this dinner had erupted into a Larry David comedy.

While I felt sorry for this poor confused waitress I was deeply insulted at the shabby treatment me and my bunch was getting.  So I closed my menu and said, “OK, we’re going to make the salad thing easy for you.  We’re leaving.”

“Thank you!” the waitress said without a hint of sarcasm. She was thrilled we were leaving.

“But I was really looking forward to the minestrone.” said Marge, almost in tears.

“Marge, you’re free, along with anyone else, to stay here.  Me, I’m going across the street to the Thai place where I’ve been treated with some decent respect.”

I got up and everyone from the group followed me out the door except Marge.  Marge gave the minestrone on the menu one last longing look and, with a deep sigh, followed us out the door into the snow.  When she looked across the street Marge’s sad face lit up like a Xmas tree.

“Ha ha! You fucked yourself!” Marge shouted jumping up and down and pointing at the dark Thai restaurant across the street. “It’s closed!  Ha!  You fucked yourself!”

Now I’d only been doing this spiritual stuff about 6 months at this time.  That was going from a cold stop as a corporate businessman who built skyscrapers, world headquarters for giants like Target Stores and Hyatt Hotels, to running ozone healing meditations in a pyramid at the base of Mt. Shasta.  And in that short time I’d come to love the peaceful light workers I’d met so far.  Hearing I’d “Fucked myself” from a light worker was giving me indigestion and I’d not even eaten yet.

Rather than sink to Marge’s level I walked across the street, hoping to give myself time to cool off.  “Be right back.  Maybe the owner is still there.” I said over the howling SOLO taunting laughter of Marge.

I slipped a bit in the snow as I crossed the street, gaining a cackle from Marge that sounded more witch-like than light worker.   I peered in the window hopping for the owners who I’d me the night before to still be stacking chairs.  But no dice.  The Thai place was abandoned.

“Ha!  See?  Fucked!” shouted Marge from across the street.  The other people from my group distanced themselves from Marge, who it seemed had taken it personally that I had spoiled her first minestrone in 20 years and was bent on a mission to get me riled up.

Happy the group was uncomfortable with the silver faced Marge’s outburst gave me confidence I could keep my cool and I made my way back to my gang.

“OK. I’m going to the Black Bear diner.  Anyone is welcome to join me… long as they don’t have a salad.”

The group all cracked up, except for Marge who said, “Do they have minestrone on the menu at the Black Bear?”

“I don’t know, Marge.  But you are welcome to join us and see” I added without any sarcasm.

“I think I’d rather you took me back to my car.  Don’t want to risk them not having minestrone,” said Marge.

And so before we went to the Black Bear, a place that’s treated me well, we drove Marge back to her car and she said not another word except “Bye”.

Sarah Larsen, who we picked up along the way, still on her cell phone asked, “What was Marge upset about?”

“Minestrone.” I said and everyone burst into laughter at Sarah’s confused look.

Later in Nashville at Spirit Recovery ranch for the big global addiction mediation, when I’d spend more time with another Sarah — a lot of Sarahs show up in the light work — from Mt. Shasta, I’d learn that “Marge”, a local, had been critical of me walking out of the Solstice Salad restaurant.  It was a good lesson for me that even light workers from Mt. Shasta are still only human.

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