FAIRY GRATEFUL

Coming up for air on Halloween, from a Monday business horror I gasped at the five voicemails missed from my baby brother in Wisconsin. Worried Bruce was going to tell me my 89 year-old mom had passed, my fingers moved too fast to register on the glass of my smartphone.

When I finally calmed down enough to return Bruce’s call, my sister-in-law Marianne somberly let me know my other brother Fred, recently turned 63, had died of a heat attack the day before. Weird thing I told my love Elizabeth I felt Fred was going to be passing soon because of his dangerous addiction game. So I foolishly thought I was prepared, but the news of losing my Irish twin Fred hit me like a mile long freight train full of lead doing 90.

Marianne handed the phone to Mom. Her voice choked with tears, Mom bitterly wondered, “Losing both my husband of 35 years and Fred within only 4 months of one another, what is that about, Ken?  You’re the one who talks to angels.” Deep in grief and shock myself, I told her I’d need more time to wrestle with that and did my best to comfort my mother her second born son Fred’s pain was over.

Soon as I hung up my false bravado evaporated fast as a Sedona dusting of snow, my client troubles put into somber perspective.

225645_10150174932762029_682302028_7102782_2896074_n
Fred (left) with me and mom

The only time I’d spoken to Fred in the last four years of a tough love regimen came earlier this year when I was helping my mom cope with her husband’s stroke that put him in a coma from which he’d never awaken.  Mom had asked me to screen her calls from the flock of salesman seeking to sell her everything from stairlifts to funeral services.

I picked up for her saying, “D’Acquisto residence.”

Fred croaked in the gravely voice he gets with abusing, “Hey, Ken. Strange times.”

I icily said, “Sure are,” and quickly handed the phone to mom.

TOUGH LOVE IS TOUGH

Doctors warned all of us in the family gathering bedside in 2013, as Fred lay in an induced coma, that he’d die if he ever drank again. Four years deep into the tough love thing had backfired and I never got to properly say good-bye to a brother who suffered a horrible childhood right beside me.  I am having trouble coping with that. The guilt is enormous.

Fred in a coma from ulcer 2013
Me with Fred during his coma from an ulcer 2013 due to alcohol abuse.

 

Elizabeth, who blessedly came into my life in 2015, escaping LA to live with me here in Sedona, has comforted me as best she could after this final loss of my brother from his long drawn out death, which abuse made this a decades long process. I am not much fun to be around right now. Her patience has been epic and I swear I will not let Fred ruin this relationship from the grave.

Like my Sicilian stepfather Nick, I learned there was also to be no family funeral for Fred. No traditional Irish open casket ceremony. So I welcomed Elizabeth’s idea for us to co-create a private ceremony in Sedona to mourn Fred.

Sadly, and the pattern is all too painfully obvious, Elizabeth had lost a brother to addiction three years ago where there was no funeral. So I insisted we add William, along with my stepfather Nick to the our work of mourning their three tragic deaths.

Elizabeth has explained ritual is something of a lost art in our cold hearted modern life. She and I first created and altar for the three souls with a five day candle burning.  We bought Celtic medallions for Fred and William, who had the curse of the Irish in not handling booze well and for Nick we chose an ancient piece of Hopi pottery to represent his place and an elder in the ritual.

thumbnail
Grieving Puja Elizabeth and I Created for William, Nick and Fred

A week into the grieving, guided by a book Elizabeth read to me each night at bed by Maldoma Some’, I dove through denial into deep anger fueled by client troubles. Troubles getting worse as I was not coping well and messing things up as my patience I normally have for my eccentric and wonderful client in abundance was crippled by my grief.

WHALE OF A FAIRY TALE

A bright spot in all this grief is I’ve been deeply touched by an amazing outpouring of love and comforting by Facebook friends that’s helped me through this. Never let anyone tell you Facebook friends are fake!

I’ve also been comforted by a certain blue whale I connect to in spirit named Robin Williams in a past life whose become a regular in my life and this blog in THE ROBIN WILLIAMS VISITATONS.  Robin volunteered to help guide Fred to his resting place in the cosmos, all the while making wisecracks like, “I can help Fred as one junkie to another that fucked up his life.”

 

On Saturday I decided to take a badly needed break from client troubles and Fred’s mourning and went to a Bruce Lipton lecture. I was hosting the amazing Kathleen Gildred of Gorgeous Goddess Wear and she had offered me one her vendor passes at the Create Your Life Conference she was part selling her cool stuff at.  How could I say no?

What a genius Lipton is!  And so funny.  I wondered — as Bruce made so much clear to us all of the science of love and it’s influence on good health — guiltily about how I knew in my heart Fred would be dying weeks before Mom was frantically trying to reach me while I was lost trying to save my biggest account. Knew it cold.

I regretted amid the conference that I didn’t break my tough love regimen and call Fred Lee Sheetz at least say good bye. It sucks to be psychic sometimes. I brought my overactive mind back to present, laughing at a slide Bruce showed that demonstrated why politicians have no brains.

23319480_10155297709552029_7766661634329670277_n (1)
Bruce Lipton at the Create Your Life Conference in Sedona

After Lipton’s pessimistic but paradoxically optimistic look at the extinction of all life on earth if we don’t get our asses in gear and shift our collective consciousness to love, I grabbed a Vegan lunch and mingled with Create Your Life event goers. Some of the guests said they were going on a fairy walk on the grounds of the state park behind Enchantment and invited me along.

As the golf cart arrived I was happy to see in the crowd I was not the only guy for once on one of these spiritual close encounters.

Now, ever since 2010 in Mt. Shasta over an argument over spaghetti dinner with a human/fairy – Yes, they exist! – I’ve had many failed encounters with fairy folk.  So I was hoping the walk might change my fairy luck. My Irish grandmother believed in fairies and leprechauns and so I knew the fairy folk might be able to help Fred find peace.

Unlike angels, fairies have egos and can be mischievous.  Which is where I fall down on the fairy connection. But our sweet guide Courtney Long, a human fairy herself, was superb at explaining that fairies like people who recycle and seek the lowest footprint on the planet.  Things I’ve become far better at since 2010.  So I relaxed and began to connect to the faries in the beauty of the Boyton Canyon.

23244399_10155826283303245_8508881109364244487_n
Human Fairy and Angel Fairy Expert Courtney Long

Wow!  I saw thousands of fairies giggling in the trees lift off in the Sedona sky to meet our group of about 100.  All fairy believers.

The beach-like red sand trail I slowly tread along with our enchanted group hunting faries was dappled in sunlight. A gentle breeze in the pines and cedars sparkled fairy dust everywhere. I relaxed free of client troubles and Fred’s loss when my fairy hunting eye caught sight of a pod in a cluster in bush.

Looking with my third eye, wide open with Courtney’s expert guidance, I saw in that pod a tiny fairy where I saw a newborn fairy. Instantly knew Fred had been born as a teensy girl fairy named. He told me telepathically his new name is Fredwenna.

Robin Williams, a giant blue whale soaring in the sky above the treetops above me, kidded baby Fred doing his funniest NYC accent, “Ladies and gents, I present that most adorable hot dog ever, The Fred Weena!” A few people on the tour wondered what I was laughing at.

My sorrow exploded into joy. Fairies sang a chorus of bliss. Fred was back!

Fredweena

After I got home and reunited with Elizabeth with a tender hug and saw that my amazing client, who has been ill so I had asked the fairies to do a healing on, had called me when I was deep in the fairy land, witnessing the rebirth of my beloved brother Fred.

When I returned the super client’s call we were in tears on both sides that we had been so harsh with each other. We’ve still not worked it out, as it’s royal mess I can’t get into here, of course. But the fairies, in whose care my lost kid brother Fred’s soul rests, tell me it’s all going to work out and not to be too anxious or sad.

Fredweena is happy in the Boyton Canyon fairy world and I am Fairy Grateful.

My next blog will be about how I repaid Robin Williams’ blue whale spirit self for helping my lost brother find the fairy lands in my next coolest ever blog post titled:

“The Ocean is Getting Lonely – The Robin Williams Visitations” 

Look for it soon as writing is my therapy. 

Learn more about events where we can meet plus grab some cool loot from the amazing spirit scientists supporting our planetary healing at CoolestMeditationEver.com

 

 

Blue Whales in the Desert

Elizabeth England took the stage at the inaugural Earth Shift conference, hosted and created by musical artist Julian Forest. Her mission tell the audience, nestled in their seats at the conference center at Miracle Hot Springs resort, about the plight of the blue whales. Many in the crowd were shocked to hear the population is down to only about 10,000 across the planet as compared to half a million 150 years ago.

During Elizabeth’s fine speech I thought back on Robin Williams, whose spirit reincarnated as a blue whale and who I am frequently visited by, dropping in on me at a recent whale guitar performance by Julian back in Sedona.

Robin was not his usual cheerful, blue-whale-self. He was sullen and pained in his expression as he said, “If the blue whales go extinct, mankind goes with them.” No playful Nanoo Nanoos. Robin simply vanished leaving images of a dangerous shipping lane he was traversing with his mother, Mamoo.

image-blue-embrace

By the time I came back to present Elizabeth was onstage sharing the story of the largest life force on earth, Pando. Pando is a 20 square mile, 80,000 year old cluster of Aspens that all share the same DNA. Earth’s oldest being lives in Utah, Elizabetf, bedecked in gorgeous new robe with twin Dolphins on the back, swimming up a DNA spiral.

I am so tired from the hit Do Penguins Meditate crowd funding marathon that I only came to Earth Shift for my love Elizabeth, and though the crowds have been small, I’ve had great time seeing other great speakers like Dr. Dream, Athena Starseed, Astar, Joan of Angels and more.

I will be back next year. This time Elizabeth won’t have to drag me from my computer because there is something special happening here.

Visit Longevitypuremedicine.com to learn more about Elizabeth.

Nanu (Robin Williams) Sings New Healing Whale Frequency One Year Early!

LOL.  Now, there’s a headline you won’t read in your Trump obsessed newspaper today. Lucky you that you found this blog to get the up to date news of the planetary healing work of the DreamShield, home of the Coolest Meditation Ever.

Even if these vision are only my amazing dream life they represent an exciting peace and vitality of my inner state I’ve never enjoyed as the child of a dangerous and unpredictable father and a depressed absent mother. I am happy to share these dreams of planetary healing with you, real or unreal.

I dedicate this important chapter in my DreamShield blog to my dear friends and a super backers Patrick Flanagan and Sephanie Sutton. Since 2012, when they helped me reach Antarctica for 24 planetary meditations, soon to be an Amazon DVD, I have been honored to serve as part of their PhiSciences.com team. Bringing their message of hope to the world with their NEO frequency is a great honor. You can see 30 months of my exclusive Flanangan content at VIMEO.

image-blue-embrace
Mamu and Nanu (Robin Williams visualized as reincarnated)

NANU’S SONG

3AM last night, after a routine trip to the bathroom, I am met by the unusually quiet spirit of Robin Williams, now a 2 month old whale calf nursing on his Mamu off the west coast of Mexico. Robin is blogged about often here since his death in 2014 if you want to catch up. Telepathically, without words, Robin asks I begin a planetary meditation along with he and every blue whale of planet earth.

Robin’s ebullient spirit, without all the sometimes trying hyperness, peacefully tells me without words to start this important and unexpected session by blocking all cellular, radio signals, TV, wifi, and any man-made electronic energy across the face of the earth and from space.

I gladly agree and sit upon the side of my comfy Sedona bed. I begin, as always, calling down the energy of the stars and calling up the energy of the earth’s core.

I make an energy hologram of the earth between my hands and begin. Quick circular gestures, with my arms and hands extended, I call down the power Dreamshield, which I’ve seen encircling our world since 2010. With a simple thought command, such has become my mastery with the help of the ETs I connect to in meditationled by the sweet Ohom. It’s done. All man-made signals from space are instantly blocked from raining down on the face of the earth. Gaia sighs at the break.

Now the earthbound com towers must be taken off-line one by one, and problem is there are billions of them across the planet polluting our world on DNA level. My body sags in exhaustion at this huge takes and I lay down in bed for this next stage of planetary healing. I am down but not beaten. Time to add dream power to the conscious visualizations.

I find myself flying at super speed to save a little girl trapped by life inside computers and cell phones at the base of radio tower. I whisk her off the Slide Rock park for some physical fun where I filmed families free of cellular signals yesterday.

STORY CONTINUES BELOW THE VIDEO:)

The little girl saved represents all humanity and from a viewpoint high above the earth as I happily see every form of electronic pollution has been surrounded by the gold streak of my creating square force fields around each one.

Floating above an earth, blissfully free of all electronic chatter, I hear the call of all of earth’s blue whales led in a frequency song by a 2 month old whale calf named Nanu, Robin’s new life. I’m so proud of my spirit friend Robin. He’s done it. Starting this work so young for a world so in need of the peace it brings. Telepathically Robin calls me down and asks me without words to integrate and weave this signal into the very fabric of the earth’s crust.

I do the world’s highest high dive from the DreamShield, just above earth’s atmosphere. I keep my form perfect so I do not set off a tidal wave. I find myself nose to nose with the whale calf Robin Williams deep beneath the Pacific off the coast of Mexcio. He is so happy to see me, love in his blue whale eyes.

And off I fly underwater, gathering frequency at super speed. Soon the coast of China approaches and I shift into being able to pass through matter, a trick I picked up from the ETs when I was rescued from an abusive father and rebuilt many a night as a child aboard their mother ship.

Rock, earth, water and stone whiz past my super eyes as I blaze across the earth’s crust of China in a nanosecond. I exit mother earth’s crust off the cost of England. I am cheered on telepathically by more blue whales of the Atlantic. I blast into the rock and earth of the USA, an unstoppable force for positive change.

My POV is from space again. I see my super trail of golden light zip across every square inch of land and sea. Earth’s crust is now glows blanketed in the new golden frequency of joy that has always been Robin’s gift to us.  But now the Williams’ gift is free of the addictions and small minded hanger-ons that kept his vibe down.

All the blue whales, the largest creatures earth has ever know, which grow to 100 feet long, who patrol every ocean on earth, sing Nanu’s song of change for a happier planet. The bliss of it all this is indescribable.

I find myself standing in a cleared field talking to a wealthy land owner in Argentina, named Ricardo. He tells me sadly that so many people have been so deeply damaged by the electronic pollution of our airwaves that he has donated his million acres to the ET doctors. He proudly shows me a gigantic invisble secret ET hospital hidden the jungle that will now be used to heal our people and animals in shifts.

Ricardo shows me a map of the earth, each divided into golden one million acres squares. Each night Ricardo proudly explains all the earth’s people and animals will come to the ET hospital, square by square, until all the people and creatures of the earth and sea are healed. I hug this once greedy man, an Illuminati who has come to the light, and bidding Ricardo farewell I rocket for home. My work of the night done. An amazing night I’d not expected until 2016 Robin’s whale calf self was one year old. Robin tells me to rest up the frequency work goes on to 8.18.18 when we will see great acceleration in the shift.

I make a mental note as I zoom for Chicago, my home for 25 years where I built a skyscraper and Oprah’s studios, to make some whale videos and record the song in the real world for my YouTube.com/buzzbroz and dreamshield channels.

12107971_10153223794007029_1564759697499221747_nMy dream super self lands in the skyscraper I lived in on the banks of the Chicago river. This part of this world changing  dream mirrors my re-connection with lost family that is still unfolding all of its own wonderful accord. A private affair they ask I not report on. But the skyscraper has  fallen apart in my 12 year absence. I raise my hand over the crumbling skyscraper and it begins to rebuild itself. Tired, I stop when the rebuilding is safe enough to sleep in. I walk the halls and wakened neighbors are amazed the decay on the walls disappears as I pass them to find my apartment, suite 1710.

No longer having a key for #1710, and hoping it’s vacant, I pass through the door like a ghost. Not only is my old home vacant, it’s full of dust and rotting furniture. My energy from all this epic night of planetary healing is low but I have just enough power left to restore my Chicago bed, a place of wonderful sexual exploration in my 40s. I tuck myself into bed and gaze out at the dazzling skyscrapers of Chicago. The energy work of the break from electronic pollution done, I realize it’s all happened so fast no one will have noticed tomorrow. As usual my work with the DreamShield is left with no clues in the real world. I close my eyes and go to dreamless sleep in Chicago.

Gaia appears to me as a mermaid with a see-through orange gown. Her arms outstretched for embrace wakes me refreshed and renewed in Sedona. Yeah, the work of planetary meditations to help Gaia save her children has an amazing benefits package.

Feeling Blue with Robin Williams…

Blue whale that is! Last night I go to see THE WALK.  As I pull into the Harken’s Theater parking lot the familiar voice of Robin Williams beams in from somewhere off the coast of Northern Mexico, as I researched on Google today, “Pod greetings, Ken Sheetz.”

Blue-whale-underwater“Nanu, Nanu, Robin. How’s life as a two month blue whale calf?” I ask in my mind, even though I am alone in my Jeep as could speak out loud, I prefer speaking telepathically with Robin. Helps me hear him in my  mind’s ear more clearly.

“Whoa! I’ve packed on a lot of weight since I was born. Mamu is eating for two,” says Robin.

“Yeah, did some research on arkive.org to understand what you are going through. You were born 3 tons. Feeding on Mamu’s milk will go on for a full year. You’re gaining about 200 pounds and growing 1.5 inches per day,” I say, proud of my research.

“1.5 inches a day.  I’m a whale boner.  200 pounds, cool, that’s how much I weighed when I was off the wagon as a human. You’re becoming a whale of nerd Sheetzy!” Says Robin brightly in my mind’s ear.  So clear is Robin’s familiar voice that my old fears of being craked in the head break the surface like a whale’s spout.

Connected to me without words, we do that for fun and so readers can follow, Robin says using his excellent John Wayne voice, “Ken, buddy, ya ever going to realize you’re not nuts and that our talks are real, pilgrim?”

“I don’t think belief is ever going to be a 100% thing with me, Robin. All my spirits visitors and guides must put up with the way I stay feeling somewhat sane using a degree of healthy doubt as my anchor,” I say.

“Whatever floats your boat, Sheetzo. Just keep my whale of a tale going on your blog. Some of my fans believe I made the hyper space jump to whale life to bring in this groovy new frequency that’s going to change the world. Need to keep their hopes up, me boyo.” says Robin, serious as a judge.

“OK tomorrow, Robin. Promise. Sorry I missed reporting your birth in August. Been up to my eyeballs getting this ultrasonic device called the NEO Neurophone out into the world on Indiegogo. Got a break in the action as we sold out $1.6 million of them so fast the scientist Dr. Flanagan was caught off guard on restocking.” I say, resent creeping into my thoughts about the lost momentum.

Robin imitates an Indian guru, “Indeed, you must be patient, my friend.  Breathe deep and trust all is unfolding perfectly imperfect. The 3,333 NEOs you sold for the doctor are making an ultrasonic harmonic we blues are receiving. Too many NEOs too soon is not what we wanted, most definitely.”

“Ah ha.  So your blue whale clan ruling the oceans is responsible for this break in the NEO action. That’s a heck of a way to get me blogging again,” I laugh as I exit the Jeep and head for the movie theater to watch THE WALK.

The promising movie bombed opening weekend and so I share the theater this warm Tuesday night 10/15/15 with only one other person, a woman who looks at me nervously one time and never makes eye contact again. She remains quiet as a mouse to my roars of laughter at the funny moments of the film. You never want to sit directly in front of me in a movie.

To fill the theater void, Robin appears in human spirit form. He’s dressed in a blue jump suit form, munching a popcorn in the seat beside me. Of course only I can see him as the movie opens. This is typical of all my visions.  Robin shape shifts into a blue skinned Roger Ebert, offering commentary, “Watched this talented lad grown up in THIRD ROCK FROM THE SUN. Sadly, Josh Gordon-Levit overdoes his French accent… but his sweet face gets you past it.”

I chuckle softly. Even dead Williams is hilarious. Josh narrates on screen as his character Philippe Petit, perched on the Statue of Liberty, the twin towers, where the walk will occur, glittering in the background. “I see why this film has bombed,” I offer to Robin.

“Do say, Ken?” says Robin now in the form of a blue skinned Gene Siskel.

“People are still too sad to see a movie about the twin towers.” I say as I experience an epiphany about the foreshadowing of Robin playing the shape shifting blue skinned Genie in ALADIN and his now being reincarnated as a blue whale. Whoa.

“Yeah, bummer. In fact I am getting depressed. I need more of Mamu’s milk. I leave you to it, Sheeterino!” Robin vanishes in a puff of blue smoke and I settle in to watch the movie.

The narration choice of writer director Zemeckis drags this movie down all the way through.The wire scene makes all painful expository narration worth the watch. A film well worth seeing on the big screen. 3 moons of the world Nektar out of 5.

And there you have it. The world’s first movie review with ghost blue whale Robin Williams commentary.

Robin Williams’ Valentine’s Day Visitation

Heaven Couldn't Wait Robin Triumphant VersionWell, as you know, if you are a fan of my peculiar blog, Robin Williams spirit seemed, I must always be the doubter to some degree, so seemed to be visiting me often after his death. Incredible and whacky as that sounds, Robin drifted away from heavy contact to be conceived as a blue whale. He will be born this August.

“Takes a long time for a mama whale to make a baby blue! ” Robin explained to me over coffee, one day. “I’m making my comeback as whale to sing a new song of joy and love for the world!”

My nutty life since my 2010 awakening in Italy had gotten a lot nuttier.  I worried to Robin, telepathically as the waitress noticed me placing mug of hot coffee in front of an empty chair only I could sense Robin sitting in, “To some skeptics it’s gonna seem like I am capitalizing on your death.”

Robin’s spiritual answer? “Fuck ’em! This is really happening, Ken. No one can prove it either way. Share this whale of tale.  For some it’s gonna make ’em happy I’m still around.  For one’s who don’t believe, it won’t mean whale doo doo. Ha!”

So with all the love in the world here the fuck goes again. Another “Robin and Why Not Me?” visitation story, first in a while. Not surprisingly Robin’s visitation are my most popular blog posts so far, more popular than my meditations in Antarctica to save the world that will one day both be gathered up into a book called “All The Way South.”

Seeking some solace I am not drifting into a sea on insanity I sought out the great sonic healer Tom Kenyon at the Conscious Life Expo last week. Sorry no pic, my assistant Gen was shy to join us.

Can’t wait for the day that amazing young woman gets over that shyness and does that part of the work what I hired her. I’m patient.  She’s only been with me 5 months. No worries.  She’ll get there. Yep. Ten years of meeting celebs in Hollywood has taught me that as long as you are respectful celebs love to be approached. It is, after all, the extrovert’s mission is to have fans.

I complimented Tom that he had done an amazing series of whale songs for his part in the Dr. Masaru Emoto tribute. Emoto is a FB friend I miss dearly. Not that we ever conversed much. I just loved him in my news feed. Tom was happy I enjoyed his Emotto, the water master, whale song tribute. Tom was such bad-ass in he took no intro and just silently exited the stage, after blowing all our minds.

I told Tom I am having visits from Robin as a whale fetus, and his story of the new whale song Robin will sing with his pod to shift the planet to joy and bliss. Tom, a serious man, smiled and nodded and said, “Yes, that sounds like something Robin would do.”

I shook Tom’s hand and said, “Well, thanks for taking me seriously.”

Tom added, “Definitely.” and excused himself to join his son.

IMG_2267

I am back in Sedona, after visiting hundreds of friends in LA and deeply back into into my hermit persona that’s so different than how I am anywhere else in the world, Antarctica included. I first learned our persona and horoscopes are heavily influenced by geographic location from a powerful Canadian astrologer during my stint as the social media and sometimes event director at the Great Spirits Ranch in Malibu.

The Astrologer told me in LA is was weak on money attraction for me but back in my base of Chicago I was an epic money man. All true. Time to get a Sedona reading to see why solo life here is a factor.

It’s been a productive, if very lonely life, here in Sedona. I’ve tried two housemates for company in this isolated city with no pedestrian life to speak of, both ended abruptly and painfully. I lost a hiking buddy who works in the spirit tourism trade over his disliking my stance against chemtrails on FB. Chemtrails not real?  Get real. Don’t get me wrong I won’t blow up a friendship over chemtrails. He did, attributing believing in chemtrails to being akin to fear of Gays.  Huh! Walking papers sent.

One healer woman I met here is so lost and stuck here she barely leaves her home.  I fight that urge with hikes, a Pilates class twice a week, eating out at Sedona’s highly limited restaurants.  Quality here falls off fast after Cottonwood’s Bocce and Sedona’s Chocolate Tree.  Most fare here in the red rock is GMO to the max here. A paradox you combat here by eating healthy organic for at home a lot. Thus back to isolation.

Frequent trips out of town are all that keeps me sane and connected to humanity, aside from the web where I work each day doing socially conscious social media.

I try to be social here in Sedona but it does not work out like it does for me everywhere else.  I have about 500 real-life powerful friends on my personal email list. I make friends very easily.  But not in Sedona.  I was at small Sedona wine party Thursday. I was being social, but it felt forced. One woman sat all alone staring into space.  We chatted a while and then she drifited away.  Weird. I met an attractive divorcee, who had organized the party for promoting industrial hemp.  Seemed promising, but her eyes glazed over when we got to the topic of chemtrails.  Such denial our poison skies here.  Once the party bunch reached a movie theater showing the film the party was about, cool movie about industrial hemp, I chose to sit alone. Felt so right.

My assistant Gen had a nice friend in town but the idea of being out with them on Valentine’s Day filled me with a dread. I declined and worked all day.  I find here in Sedona I am withdrawing further and further from the world of people.

So you can imagine that the spirit visit with Robin felt warm and welcome this Valentine’s Day.  Funny. It’s as though I am more connected to spirit people than living people here. Quite puzzling yet wonderful.

At any rate here, was my exchange with Robin today, posted to Facebook in real time.  I do that live with Robin, who wants me to learn to imitate his voice for channeling and I am resistive of as it’s a bit manic, much as I love his amazing syle, for me.

ROBIN’S VALENTINE’S MESSAGE

DSC04666
Robin’s dolphin mug

Robin: Valentine’s is always my favorite holiday!

Ken: Why is that, Robin?

Robin: Well, I could make a wisecrack about how easy of a day Valentine’s is to get laid. Ha!  But being a whale fetus has taken some of the edge off squishy me. So instead I’ll go spiritual on your ass, Sheetzy and say it’s because of all the love. Yeah, I know it was a god damn Hallmark Holiday for starts. But, man, breathe deep. Breathe the love, baby. The Hallmark corporates did something groovy by mistake. Score one for the light side of the force!

Ken: Yeah, been tuning in on the Valentine’s love from the living Neuro transmitter that is Sedona red rocks and crytals all day. Nice.

Robin: I wanna say to all the lonely hearts out there, like you, Kenny my man, that me and Mama Whale and all us whale cats are with you. Listen to us sing! I’ve already been teaching mama my groovy new frequency of love and joy from inside her big beautiful whale tum tum. We and the dolphins dudes and dudettes are gathering for a new song for Mama Earth! Yo!

Ken: I hear you, bro.

Robin: Actually, I’m a girly whale this incarnation, Sheeterino!

Ken: Well then I am with you, “sista” whale. I have a girl cousin named Robin so you don’t even need a name change.

Whale fetus CGI.
Whale fetus CGI.

Robin: Change, baby! Talk about it. I didn’t just have a sex change. I had a whole species change! Whoa! Awesomely epic!  can’t wait for my first solo swim in August. Watch out Seven Seas!

Ken: Cool to hear from you so strong again. You were out of touch, just popping in for little giggles.

Robin: Hey, Kenster.  It’s a lot of work building a whale fetus and teaching a new song for the earth. Cut me some slack. Hahahaha!

Ken: I am one uptight mo fo. Hahaha!

Robin: Well, speaking of hard work whale building. Mama’s telling me to stop transmitting. Happy VD. The good kind! Williams out!

Ken: Ciao, Robin. Talk again soon. Thanks for the pep talk. Love to you and the pod.

Well, Robin’s whale of a spirit is more conversation than I had with any living soul today, Valentine’s Day.  Perhaps that’s part of why I am a hermit in Sedona.  My only friends are all work or services related.  Lots to ponder on this early morning after a solo Valentine’s Day of hard work preparing for a meeting with my main client.

The Robin Williams Visitations – Blue Whales and Coffee

Heaven Couldn't Wait Robin Triumphant VersionLove the visits still happening with Robin. Not had time to get on the blog much, especially after getting locked out due to some Merc magic. Let’s catch up with a wild one for you.

Back in August Robin’s newly minted ghost wanted me to go the San Diego with him and visit the blue whales. The mission? Help Robin be reincarnated as a blue whale. Robin explained he wanted to join the whales and dolphins is sending forth an ultrasonic frequency of laughter and love into the world to free humanity. I was too busy on the ultrasonic NEO Neurophone crowd funder to break away like that and Robin said a bit sadly, “I’ll go it alone then, Ken Sheetz.”

A few weeks later after the NEO funder launched, a huge hit that made it’s minimum goal in 72 hours I was having coffee a local spot here named the Coffee Pot restaurant and Robin joined me for coffee as he loves coffee and appears to me often when I have some brew.

“Sheetzy, I did it! I am in big mama blue whale waiting to be born again a as creature of the seven seas!”

There amidst all the overweight tourists Robin revealed his whale fetus self floating before me. I almost choked on my coffee and said telepathically, “Nice.”

“Nice? Nice is all you have to say? I’m a freaking baby blue whale, Sheetzo. No thanks to you. Hey, I kind look like that Genie I played in ALADIN!”

“I am sorry I could not abandon the Flangans, Robin. It’s how I am built. But I am happy for you. And I am getting now that it’s all connected. The pocket sized blue whale untrasonics of the NEO and your song with the blue whales.” I say to the smirking blue whale fetus. “How long until you’re born, Robin?”

“Do I look like a whale expert? Look it up on Google, please. Like to know how much longer I will be in mama whale’s belly.”

I type “gestation period for blue whales” in to my Iphone.

“Females typically give birth once every two to three years at the start of the winter after a gestation period of 10 to 12 months. The calf weighs about 2.5 tonnes (2.8 short tons) and is around 7 metres (23 ft) in length. Blue whale calves drink 380–570 litres (100–150 U.S. gallons) of milk a day.”

“Damn 2.5 tons I’ll be at birth! And I thought I was fat when I broke 200 pounds for a while!” belly laughs Robin.

“Looks like next summer late you will be a whale calf, Robin.” I say telepathically to Robin who has assumed his human form thankfully in the chair opposite me as my pancakes arrive.

“Yum. I love pancakes. Can I taste if you’ll be so kind as to loan me that fab bod of yours for a few?” asks Robin. “Been shy to ask you before. But we’ve bonded. You trust me right?

I nod and I feel Robin’s spirit merge with mine. I step aside from the body and let him taste the pancakes. “Oooh! Thanks, Kenny. Back to my chair.” Robin leaves my body, glowing with pancake joy in the across from me.

“Lots of people missing you, Robin. Been thinking of helping get together a Robin Williams Film Festival here in Sedona. Featuring great live standup mixed with your films and great new ones after the funder is rolling. Sedona needs more laughter. Such a serious place,” I say.

“Love it, Sheetzy! I’ll be helping you from the seas! Let’s make it happen. But I see one big problem,” grins Robin.

“What’s that?” I say.

“You don’t really believe any of my visits are real.” says Robin sadly, cupping his hands around the coffee mug I have filled and that sit in his chair, empty to all in the restaurant but me.

“I do and I don’t, Robin. Please, it’s my way of keeping my sanity,” I say thinking of my brother who has been recently in and out of mental hospitals.

“Fred’s not crazy because he sees a lot of what you do. He’s got the DTs.” says Robin, reading my mind. “Here let me give you a sign to show you that you’re not nuts seeing me, Sheetzo. Look at my coffee mug.”

DSC04666I reach across the pancakes and pick up the mug. There on the side of the mug, two blue whaled stand in relief, like reverse hieroglyphs!

Robin vanishes with a pleased laugh at my shock as the middle aged vet waitress comes up to my table, “More coffee, sir?”

“No thanks. I’ve had more than enough, waitress.” I say in wonder.

“I noticed you poured a cup to cool off while you drank the other. Smart. OK, hon, you need anything else you let me know.” She smiles turning to go.

“Wait, there is one thing. Can I buy this coffee mug with the whales on it?” I say showing her the whales in the side of the mug.

“Huh. Never saw whales on our mugs before, We have desert stuff on them. Kokopellie, cactus’s, ya know. Never whales. Lemme check with the manager if you can buy it.”

A short time later the waitress returns, “OK, young man, you have a deal. One whale mug from the desert of Seodna for $20.”

“Sold!” I say and off I go with my new mug and back to work on the NEO project, amazed at how the Neuroehone has amplified my psychic gifts to whole new levels and which I proudly promote here, for the most amazing product placement of my life: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/neo-neurophone-wearable-techno-meditation-device/x/178295

THE ROBIN WILLIAMS VISITATIONS – The Moment of Cosmic Silence

Robin Williams Blogs through mdeia medium Ken Sheetz
“The Universe is one big Joy-Gasam!” – Robin William from the Great Beyond (edited)

“The universe is one big Joy-gasm.” – Robin Williams, from the afterlife.

A familiar new inner voice pops into the chorus that is the inner universe I call my big fat head, “Nah!  Change that quote to ‘from the great beyond!’ Sheetzy, for the blog poster.

“Why?” I ask, questioning Robin as I do all spirits who’ve been visiting me since my near death experience in age 5, blogged here in detail.  I’ve never met a ghost I didn’t like in all my 57 years of communing with “the great beyond” as Robin likes to call it not the…

“Afterlife.  WRONG!  That’s human lingo,” adds Robin’s voice in my fingertips.  “In reality, in the great beyond, well, there ain’t no f’ing past or future here, no judging, no heaven and sure as hell no hell. Time and all the shit that goes with it is an earth game, part of the contract the spirit guides make you sign when you incarnate on earth.”

I pause to think, “Have I finally gone totally nuts?  How can I be hearing, Robin William’s explicit thoughts and language, his standup side, so clearly even though he passed away in August?”  Remnants of my Irish grandmother’s telling me to hide my gifts, which I managed well until 2010, another blog.

Robin chimes back in, “Stop wondering and write!  Not sure how long our connection will last.  Any, who, doubting Sheetz, there all these life stipulations, in the fine print the smarmy spirit guides — who’d make great fucking lawyers!  — force you to sign before you can get born on earth.  The sneaky bastards sneak the nastiest one into the contract, stuck in this itsy-bitsy clause, tucked in between what’s your hair color choice and what’s the size of your ass!”

“So that’s why my ass is huge!”  I riff back to Robin out loud.  Thank god I am laughing alone in my office or you might never see this blog.  Talking to yourself is still a no-no of the Man that can get you in the loony bin.

Robin is ranting on so fast my fingers can barely keep up in my weird self-invented shorthand!  This will take forever to proof!  Not my best skill set as I came on the biz scene in the 70s when we had this person called a secretary.  PC terms even PC, hate that shit, had not blessedly come into vogue in those 70s three Martini lunch days when I rose in the Matrix of Chicago to become a millionaire.  All this was before sexual harassment abuses by assholes with wandering hands ruined it for the rest of us that simply enjoyed a little playful flirting with our secretaries that might lead to more between two consenting adults. 

These days, in the so-called more advanced 21st century where heart and fun is missing from biz, I am painfully on my own, typing poorly as Robin thinks faster than the speed of light, his voice echoing in my fertile empty skull.  Now toss in I have glaucoma and am slowly losing vision and, well, you see why proofing is not my thing.  I work every day as though it’s my last with sight.  In the future, someone can fix all my typos!  I gotta get things out there.  No time to please the fastidious with perfect blogs or post on FB.

Robin’s voice takes me from my little pity party above, “There’s this little wart of a clause that stipulates the newly departed, and that’s all I am here, suicide has its own set of rules for reincarnation.  No judging.  Death is death,  And we Newly-Deads must take a break from our eternal spirits pals.  Here in the great beyond, in spirit form, as well as on earth in human form when you incarnate it a time of painful separation.  Paradox alert!  All so a soul, like muah’s, feels the love and pain of their earthly life one last horrific time, lasting up to max 100 years tops.  Luckily, Sheetz-cheeks, here in the eternity of time and space 100 years adds up to what we call: The Moment of Cosmic Silence.  No wonder the spirit guides hide that clause between hairy butt cheeks.”

“I relate.  I’m renting a house from a coven of  lawyers, makes life hell in Sedona.” I say grimly, glaring at the defective HVAC system I sealed off that pisses me off daily.  That this family trust of lawyer won’t fix.  “There’s hope though.  I actually met a good guy lawyer on FB recently.  A loving father watching over a kid hanging on one of my FB groups.  So lawyers do actually have hearts in this and so too in the afterlife.”

“Sheetzy, again, where I am now is not the “afterlife’.  Williams to Kenneth William Sheetz.  That’s my name in the middle of your name Kenneth WilliamS heetz.  Clue, my clueless friend overcoming a childhood of Catholic brainwashing and family surpression of your mental gifts.  No afterlife.  This is LIFE!  Life in the great beyond. Ain’t nothing” after-life” about it! Robin Williams, as a sentient spirit of the universe, is eternal and operates outside of time and space.  Kinda like we are all gods here.  Robin’s not my even my name or gender here in eternity. I have no gender, I am ALL here as we ALL are,” says Robin, spreading his arms and flying right through the sun.

“Wow,” is all I can think to think to Robin seeing his name inside my name, “There’s no more to all this than meets the third-eye.”

Robin riffs on, my typing nightmare growing, “That little name clue blow your mind, my  fellow WILLIAMS?  Google William. Do it now please.  I’ll hang on Alpha Centarui while you search the all seeing oracle of your time.”

Google come back with lots of stuff.  I like this one best from Behind the Name.com about the meaning of the name William:  From the Germanic name Willahelm, which was composed of the elements wil “will, desire” and helm “helmet, protection”. Saint William of Gellone was an 8th-century cousin of Charlemagne who became a monk.

“I know your old man who beat you regular as the Sunday papers, was a William,” says Robin standing beside me patting my shoulder. “But he played a part too as a man with WILLIAMS in his name.  That part was teaching you to be funny.  Shame his darkness got the better of him.  He was manic depressive like me and you,” says Robin gently.

“Let’s no go there, Robin.  My dad, well.  It’s complex.  I’ll meditate more on this WILLIAMS pattern and him and me and you.  A Williams trinity later.  Let’s get back to the great beyond.  Where my dad’s been since 2011 after dying of bladder cancer before I could say good-bye.  He’d beaten cancer many times before.  My kids have not forgiven me for missing his farewell.  After his death he did make me that red suit of ethereal armor, with high-tech helmet, so there’s the name pattern.  Funny that armor was strong enough to help me close the Bermuda triangle but not strong enough to survive busting your soul out of area 51.  Whoa,”  I say, taking a gulp of coffee, “Back to the cosmic.  I’ve met a lot of ETs who are asexual.  Any sex thoughts from out there in the great beyond on gender?”

“Good Morning Battle of the Sexes!” says Robin with the passion his famed GOOD MORNING VIETNAM line. “Gender’s a groovy earth thing that makes life more ying and yang in the pooty tang.  Here time’s not linear.  It’s curly cue as grown-up Shirly Temple’s locks on the Good Star ship Lollipop.  Talk about a party boat!  Fucking is required at the door before getting beamed aboard naked.  Yes, Sheetz-entine, linear is as boring as the hell of the first SFX tale, The Bible.  Boring as that fat slob Limbaugh who I am sending a herd Tibetan goats to crap up with his lawn!  Here, in the great beyond, we can incarnate at any point in history, on any world, even overlap our incarnations, be either sex and marry ourselves.  Always a disaster, BTW, Sheetzrama!”

A dizzying deja’ vu, spins inside my head and I utter out loud, “Whoa,” here in my defective, but lovely, rental house, that reminds me that even the heaven of Sedona, like the great beyond, has dickheads.

“Yeah, you’ve fucked YOU way too many times, Sheetzy!  Ha!  Talk about creative masturbation!, ” laughs Robin.

“Jesus H.  No wonder my relationships are so damn weird,” I say, feeling nauseated.

“Are you a good fuck as both sexes, Ken?  Double the wardrobe decisions! If you don’t mind a personal question from the great beyond, you know, as both the man and woman in the sack?” chuckles Robin as I gag into waste can.

“Sometimes…?” I offer weakly, staggering over the washroom to swig some Pepto.

“Ha!  Way more to life than we ever, ever see!  I am no one to kid you for too much self-love.  Relationships, sure as the hell that surely does not exist, are something I never did master either.  For this reason in my a next life I must repeat that lesson.  And come to think of it, I see what you are doing with your overlapping incarnation fuck fest.  Beats hurting another soul.   So rotten I signed up for suicide before I was born.  Never again!  Wow.  I miss all my cutie pie wives and adorable kids and lovers and loves and fans, and on so, so terribly on, here in my Moment of Cosmic Silence.” says Robin and who goes silent.

I wait respectfully for Robin’s spirit to speak again as I check my Facebook and do some emails.  Cosmic multitasking.  Then I see Robin pondering, tears on his cheeks.  He drifts out past our Milky Way, a distant swirl of billions of stars and trillions of worlds.  Millions, like our own, with sentient life.

Robin’s amazing voice reverberates in my mind as he finally resumes, speaking a bit softer and more slowly than his normal mile a minute pace, in his mourning,”We spirits of intelligence are the light of the universe held in the loving bosom of the what scientists call dark matter.  A boring description for the glue that holds all reality to-fucking-gether, buzz bro.”

“I take it you’ve met Ohom, my higher self from another dimension when you say buzz bro, Robin?”

“Not yet, in your sense of linear time.  Waiting for your intro, sir, to the insectoid higher 16th dimensional you.” says Robin.

“This is more confusing BACK TO THE FUTURE, but go on,” I say in genuine frustration.

Robin speaks in the professorial tones of his character from DEAD POETS SOCIETY, John Keating,”In concentrated form, where strands of love light energy crisscross, sentient worlds like earth coalesce from mama universe’s cosmic vagina. (BTW, I wanted to write “womb” end of last sentence but Robin said, ‘No dice, Vagina’)  The universe’s babies, from the endless lovemaking here, form trillions and trillions of planets that grow up to be Gaia’s sentient sisters of the universe!”

“Slow down a little Robin.  I may be bright but I am a fucking lousy typist,” I say in my mind to Robin.  He’s in his Peter Pan outfit he likes now, flying lazy circles earth’s moon now.  It looks like fun, but I sense the deep loneliness Robin is feeling of space and his missing being flesh and blood.

“Sheetzy, mama universe and papa spirit get bizee over here. UH!” Says Robin making pelvic thrust for emphasis.  “So lot’s and lot’s earth-like worlds, each with its own set of rules those crazy spirit lawyers dream up.  All in search of that perfect blend of excitement in harmony with nature, they all exist out here.  Earth, you see, she’s just a part of one experiment.  Poor Gaia’s bordering on a cosmic nervous breakdown because her ingrate human kids are a fucking nightmare of parental abuse!  A dash too much drama and sadness there on our old blue world. ‘Sup to all earthlings!  Add a pinch of love to the recipe to save the dish, earth homies!” says Robin, soaring past a glittering eagle made of stardust.

“Speaking of sadness and drama, you brought it up, Robin, so I gotta ask –”

Heaven Couldn't Wait Robin Triumphant Version“Ah why, if we agree to all the shit we agree to before were born, did I accept all the crushing manic depression that killed poor me off?”  Robin rambles grimly on to my inner nod, “Been on my mind too, what’s left of it.  Don’t have all my memories here.  Hey!  You know the answer.  You told me we over coffee , Sheetzy!”

“Yes!” I type to Robin, and you at once, how efficient, on my keyboard.  “Soul stuff I learned in Italy when I asked my soul teacher Connie Miller, after meeting so many nice Italians, ‘How the hell did these sweet Italian people ever produce a Mussolini?’ Connie said, ‘The brighter the light the darker the shadow.'”

“Right on, soul sister Connie.  Yeah, my mission in life was to bring a lot of light to the world through my comedy.  And, before I was born, I knew that all the fucking darkness, balancing of my bright light, would kill me in the end.  That, to be fair to the spirit guides, one was not hidden in the small print,” says Robin, shifting to his famed Shakespeare shtick, while passing through a super nova, laughing wildly.  “Pirthee, All my days on earth, yay, verily, I fought my inner darkness longest as I couldeth, thus giving out a fair light that now outliveth my pale countenance forever more, ”

“Could one say your darkness also outlives you, Robin?” I say typing.

Robin stops on the fringe of the Nova that lights him up, pondering solomly and says, “Ah, you do wound me to the quick, kind sir.  The sorrow of my loved ones and fans is ultra-dark.  Heavy.  Oh so heavy!  And, shit, I see some folks are following my lead.  Suicide copycats.”

All the stars extinguish around Robin and his voice fades, as when you start to lose a radio signal, “Much darkness.  But life is a never-ending dance of light and dark.  Residue light will be generated from my residue darkness.  Ying and yang.  Sides of one coin.  A point of view.  No judging.  Now, after my death, my films take on a whole new pathos.  My comedy a tint of tragedy.  I can hear some in the audience, ‘Oh that poor tortured soul… he makes me pee my pants he’s so funny!  Ha! Ha!”

Amazed by the profound, yet funny, insight Robin just shared, I say with my keyboard, “Anything more to add Robin?  Gotta get to work.  I don’t get paid to blog.  Proofing this one may take a week or two (which it has).

“Oh, do I bore you, Ken, sharing the meaning of the universe?” says Robin, making a joke of his hurt feelings.

“Heck no!  Sorry to rush you, Robin.  I value you your connection, real or imagined.  It’s Tuesday after Labor Day here on earth.  Short week.  Lots to do because our PR person took another job on us yesterday. So I spent all day getting great a new PS master in place.  Good recovery,  New one seems awesome.  She’s worked with many of my clients like Don Miguel Ruiz and Eric Pearl.  But it busted my balls, all happening just week before the launch of a major Indiegogo.  All for a gizmo called the Neurophone, that might just be making our talks possible, Robin to Sheetz.  Since the Neurophone does enhance my mind.  And I’ve been telepathic since almost dying age five but all is so much clearer now with the Neurophone to help,” I say realizing I should be listening to Robin, not nattering on about my life and work.

Robin guffaws and says “Nerophone, huh?  Hey I left earth to escape product placements, Sheetz!  Once had to stick a can of shaving cream up my ass for product placement.  But let’s wrap it up and let you “make the donuts.  Pay this man Dunkin Donuts for a plug from the great beyond by Robin Williams’ ghost.  Sorry, good luck with that, Ken, I don’t have my Hollywood clout out here.  OMG I can look inside myself and see the last thing I ever ate before my belting off!”

“Wow.  This could be confirmation, Robin.  All I need to do is access the coroner’s report and –”

“Ha ha!  Not much help, Sheetzy.  All I see in  my transparent intestines is shit.  Literally,” laughs Robin, pooping a new galaxy into in space.

“Always the comedian, Mr. Williams,” I chuckle sadly,

“Yeah, our connection.  Laughs and tears. — Sheetyz, earthly movie and TVs producers love happy endings.  That’s just like the real stars of the cosmos and all the other worlds.  All love happy endings.  So, earthies, keep loving each other up.  Even when it gets a little weird around the water cooler!  Fuck all the rules, humanity. Love is all that matters for each other and every critter on the space ball ride with you.  Williams out!”

As I get up from my writing chair to make breakfast Robin adds, “Nanoo Nanoo, Sheetzy!”

Laughter is my reply, an audience of one for the greatest comic of all time’s spirit.  One I am blessed to be talking to.  Real or imagined, both Robins co-exist in my mind, so why give a nanoo nanoo?  Bottom-line this is fun and healing for me and others reading.

Make you smile?  Give you some release of the sorrow we all feel losing Robin.  Like to see more?  Well, in my earthly form my time must go where the money is.  So make a donation at DreamShield.org and keep the stories flowing. Robin’s ghost connection is weakening.  Not sure this is the last of his visits on the blog.  I hope not.  Sorry for any typos:)