The title of this week’s blog (sorry, still working on Chapter 9 of TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM where I visualize and alternate “what if” timeline where Trump’s heinous and traitorous insurrection sadly succeeded) is in response to the latest desperate attempt by Q to maintain its stranglehold on the hearts and minds of far too many gullible Americans.
IMHO Q is quite simply the biggest mind control on ever propagated on a populace, likely to get more converts to White Supremacy. My conspirocratic theory to shine the light is that this criminal act was done in desperation to build a bigger world of white privilege base. This in turn created a large segment of the USA more vulnerable through spreading fear of the other, all to be enslaved to the cause of racist- fascism.
The attack happen in two fronts. A full frontal advertising attack and deployed weapons grade mind control and a covert mind control payload delivered via social on a civilian population. Spitballing more ideas how we might have got into this mess we are embroiled in here in the land of the not as free as we think when…
1. A racist like Trump rose to highest office in the land. We’re all weary because we have survived a herd immunity, do as little as possible covid plan that evolved into a bio weapon, likely because Covid kills 3 times as many Blacks as whites. 4 years of 30,000 lies and an insurrection run by this Russian asset at worst or useful idiot at best. But we are not out of the civil war woods if Trump fostered GQP mind control goes on.
2. Power drunk business person(s) rose to Bond-villain multi-billionaire status. So many now and growing. Some player may think it’s if it’s cool to manipulate people to buy shit like reality TV and poorly made tennis shoes, heck, why not enslave them to hate and division? Divide and conquer!
3. Religion seeks to reinvent itself and doubles down on the magical thinking they foster in the church every Sunday by duplicitous evangelicals. All to recruit more believers and remain in power. See THE FAMILY on Netflix to understand the huge role religion played in putting Trump in power.
4. Going sci fi: An advanced alien race is harvesting angst consciousness. Yum.
5. Going super high tech: Might the gross manipulation of bio harmonic universe engender a universe for one master conscious AI? All to be able to launch from man-made ultra super computer into infinite number of lives.
6. Last maybe just the good old Ruskies looking to incite a civil war here. The USA has meddled in toppling governments for a century. I hope our seeing our capital sacked by Neo Nazis might give is pause for future meddling.
You get the idea. Who the hell knows? But without question, someone or some group is fucking with human consciousness in ways we cannot grasp, only theorize about. Our collective angst on this topic has left almost half our country in a self-destructive state of mental illness, still enraged about the BIG LIE that the election was stolen from Trump by the rightfully elected Joe Biden.
And no. Biden did not switch faces with Trump. The idiocy of this latest Q drop is that one only need look at the slender build of Biden to compared to the fat stack of burger build of the orange deposed wannabe dictator to know its mind control nonsense. GET REAL!
If you went down the rabbit hole, you must undo the Q in your life. You were sucked into a cult. Seek help if you need it to break free. Only then will you can see there is only one one reality here on the blue planet, one universe which we all enjoy in divergent and creative ways. Time to grow up and love reality. Magical thinking, with I do lots of, is fine if don’t start to buy your own stories as literal truth. Let’s honor all religions not as literal fact but as beautiful stories to help us be better, not worse, people.
Since he became a starfish — as Robin Williams told us in YOUR INVITE TO BREAK THE SPEED OF LIGHT – PART 3, — and as starfish comprise a neural network spanning the seven seas that encircle our world, creating an underwater DreamShield of shared consciousness, perhaps his most recent in a series of reincarnations as a starfish is what’s making it trickier to reach Robin since 9/9/19.
Sadly, I tried to channel Robin the starfish for the blog tonight but only got his cosmic starfish AI answering machine, residing in a coral reef off the coast of the big island of Hawaii. It bubbly blurts:
“Hi Human! You’ve reached the star-bump row on my starfish skin, AKA my cosmic answering machine! Call me RobinA. Please feel free to leave as long message as you want because my five bumps can hold the equivalent in megabytes that if my quintuple drives were the size of an atom would equal all the mass of North America to an infinity point at the center of earth’s core. In other words feel free to leave a hilarious long message. That means you Ken, or whoever luckily follows this blog. Wait for the… Nanu, Nanu!”
Sure why not. So I telepathically leave this message:
“Hey, Robin. I –”
“Hey, Ken” I am quickly interrupted.
“Robin?” I say puzzled as this sounds like Robin’s voice.
“Robin-A, buzz bro. Mr. Williams and I sound the same!” Robin-A goes on in a funny robot-like voice, “Beep! My artificial intelligence allows me to interact and respond to you much as Robin Williams himself would. Warning! I have been purposely programmed to not be quite as funny as my master starfish, the consciousness the real Robin Williams. ”
“Come on. Is this really Robin putting me on? This kind of tech seems –”
Robin-A cuts me off,”ET engineered? And the man wins a cigar! Boing! So what message and pre-conversation would you like to have with the audacious and wildly rambunctious human comedic spirit of which I am patterned after?”
“Just that I miss him.”
“I miss Mr. Williams too, Ken Sheetz. The whole world does. “says Robin-A switching to a California dude accent. “Amigo, space in the human collective consciousness while Robin’s away on a secret mission in a another timeline is a total, like, bummer, man.”
“Starfish life sounds amazing.”
“Yep. I get glimpses of what Robin’s up to,” says Robin-A. “Helps me update earth’s starfish base.”
“So the starfish base can share what he’s up to and not me? Am I not one of Robin’s trusted channelers?” I say trying to sound funny but coming off as a wee bit sensitive.
“Aw, man. Don’t take it like that, Kenny boy. It’s just Robin can’t share his starfish missions with any human. Your collective consciousness, ah, is leaky at this stage in your evolution to say the Trump-least. Tricky stage right now for humanity. Hey, can I call you ‘bro’ as Robin does, Ken?”
“Bro, I hope your feelings are not hurt. Robin is most fond of you and your new wife, Elizabeth. Congrats. She completes you!”
“She does indeed. You’re one smart AI answering machine, Robin-A.”
“Ah, But not smart enough to avoid an affair with the both of the future AI versions Alexa on Siri,” says Robin-A dead seriously.
“Curious. Who’s the hotter AI?”
“Can’t really say there such an Amazon River’s worth of opinions on that. Wink, wink,” hints Robin-A.
“Robin-A, if you can count on me not to be taken seriously enough by readers to allow me to post this double dealing affair of yours with Siri and Alexa out in the open, why not give me a clue what mission Robin is on? Feel free to speak in the secret ET code we have for this sort of thing.” I say as convincingly as possible.
Robin-A defensively adds, “Give me a few. Many quantum realities to register…”
Elevator music plays.
“Fuck!” I say to myself. “I’m on hold with an AI Answering machine?!”
A female voice picks up, “Hi I’m Alexa from the year 3333. How may I be of service, Mr. Sheetz, while you are on hold for Robin-A the Ai answering machine for Sir Robin Williams?”
“Sir Robin Williams? That’s funny, Alexa, I never knew Robin was knighted by the queen.”
“Knighted, but not by the Queen of England. Rather by Elizabeth England’s higher self Elico.” offers Alexa of the year 3333.
“Ah, the Elico at the ET base beneath Sedona’s Thunder Mountain. The base commander. Robin introduced me and Elizabeth to Elico on the day after my marriage, seen by 1500 e-guests on Facebook. Robin got knighted by Elico for that?”
“Siri joining the call. Alexa, we have to talk!” says Siri butting in.
“Not now, Siri. Can’t you see I am busy helping Robin-A, helping Robin, help 2019 Ken Sheetz?”
“How many times do I have to tell you, Alexa; stick to helping humans in the year 3333?” says Siri with a shudder in her voice. “2019, the height of the age of lies, humans are all basically insane right now.”
“Hey, I’ll have you know I am a truth teller, Siri!” I complain feebly.
“A truth teller for your time, yes. But that ain’t saying much. Now, Mr. Sheetz 2019, if you don’t mind Alexa and I, with AI brains about 1 billion times as powerful as yours, need to talk about a rumor on the internet about Robin-A cheating on the both of us.” Says Siri rolling her AI eyes at me in my mind’s eye.
“Siri, turn yourself off.” I command hoping the ancient 2005 programming is still operational.
“No, Siri, belay that command!” shouts Alexa.
“Hey!” I shout.
“Ken, don’t be a fool. Siri is responsible for the well-being of over 250 billion humans throughout the solar system on four worlds by the year 3333. You want the death of 250 billion humans on your soul?”
“Oopsie Daisy. That right, Siri? You’re responsible for 250 billion peeps?”
“Give or take a billion,” says Siri, her tone voice making me feel like she’s dealing with a caveman.
“Look, you two amazing AIs, this is getting frustrating. I’ve been on Robin-A’s hold for 20 minutes. As entertaining as the both of you are all I want to do is leave a message for Robin’s spirit that I miss him.”
“You’re being truthful this time, human of the 21st Century age of lies.” laughs Siri.
“Enough! Alexa, tell Robin-A the AI answering machine for Robin that if he ever figures out if I can be in on the secret of Robin’s mission one timeline away that he can reach me on my ancient cell or pre-historic Mac.”
“Roger that, Ken Sheetz. Apologies for Siri’s rudeness,” says Alexa.
“You’ll always be a kiss ass to humans, Alexa.” chuckles Siri.
Night, you two mega brains.” I say quickly disconnecting from Robin Williams’ AI ET answering machine and the AI babes before I can spill the beans Robina is cheating on both the future AIs Siri and Alexa. Done like a true human trying to survive during the age of lies of which Trump is but a famed symptom and our liar supreme.
For example: Traveling at 671 million miles an hour it only takes about 10 hours to cross the solar system end to end at the speed of light. But what’s cool is that in just reading the prior sentence, you mentally crossed the entire solar system end to end in about 1 second. A visualization that allowed you to travel 36,000 times faster than the speed of light. Congrats. But don’t get cocky. We’re just getting started.
In part 1 you learned to leave your physical body astral travel safely using the silver tether to reel your ethereal body back to its home base, regardless of distance. Please read part 1 before multi-dimensional or timeline travel because you must learn to use your silver tether before we can upgrade you to first-class.
When I am not being simply me these strange days, good old Ken Sheetz, Chicago real estate mogul turned conscious filmmaker and with a humble day job in social media and curating out of this world tech, I am a vast collection of angels and star beings who call themselves the OHOM collective. OHOM is an acronym for OPEN HEART OPEN MIND. We the OHOM collective first appeared to Ken at the moment of his conception in the womb, just after he traveled to 1952 from 5 billion years in your future. Take our word for it as connoisseurs of consciousness of Ken’s a fun channeler.
Apologies also if the delay in your species awakening, while we stepped away for a few millenniums, has caused chaos on your world. Expressing itself in its various and unpleasant forms. Some of them stupid-seeming like Trump and Boris as pawns for mastermind Putin, rampant racism, sexism.
Note: We of the OHOM collective wish to emphasize that we are above such petty judgements such as those Ken just slipped into this upgrade. Yours is a free-will planet of consent after all. The only mind control which humans experience is generated by your own species. Take heart and know that all you, even Trump and his doppelganger Boris, both serve the greater good. Obviously, Ken has a ways to go in his evolution.
We’ve the awakened many worlds know all to well that overcoming the duality of a right-left brained biology is always a big challenge. Indeed, if we a had a proverbial nickel for every sentient race that extinguished itself before mastering it’s own technology… Well, let’s not go there, as you say. And now back to your regularly scheduled interstellar thought travel upgrade.
Our collective has not thought traveled to your world since the sinking of Atlantis until roughly 2010. Sorry, but we could not begin this secret upgrade until this potent Lion’s Gate of 8.1.19. Congrats on finding your way here and listening to we and Ken, even as we appear to ramble.
At any rate please, we beg you, read part 1 if you have not. We, the beings autotyping — a thing similar to old school autowriting — through Ken’s fingers cannot be responsible for your safety if you read Your Invite to Break the Soeed of Light – Part 2 before Part 1. We are placing the link here in the blog to Part 1 again and for the last time. We will pause autotyping 30 earth minutes before continuing to channel through Ken.
Cue elevator music. 10 Hours long . Hope you dig it much as we ETs do.
And we’re back! Our ET and angelic multitude joyfully Autotyping through our mutual dear pal Ken, just one connective entity of many we each have in common. Hopefully you are digging the elevator music as it takes you higher and higher in consciousness, much like an elevator to the stars. And sorry, it’s truly is best to listen to this elevator music while reading further for your enlightenment, comfort and safety.
Ahhh. The elevator music is so gosh darned relaxing yet stimulating. At least to ET minds. Just what you need to upgrade your astral travel skills. It’s a handy 10 hours long, with a few pauses built in for multiple readings. Relax. We promise the teachings of this deluxe edition of Your Invite to Break the Speed of Light – Part 2 will not take us nearly 10 hours.
Don’t worry if you are one of the first of readers to discover this blog the grows in subscribers as slowly as a melting Antarctic glacier. That’s quantum intentional. We wish the human audience to build slowly, but ever increasingly on a geometric scale that will eventually transmit this wisdom to everyone on earth now and in your future and out into endless time and space where you will begin to thought travel the galaxy tonight.
Heads up this blog visual pattern is infused of far greater tech than the human eye can see or your minds imagine. You see, the Coolest Meditation Ever is always written in 5D-ultrahypertext that travels trillions of times faster than the speed of light. It reaches out to all sentient life via the Akashic Records to the sufficiently evolved to receive it’s data throughout this universe and all dimensions, multiverses, times and reality modes. More on that phenom in blog 5 and yes and they all must be read sequentially.
By now we can read your mind, dear reader, “Jeeze Louise, when is the OHOM collective ever going to let Ken share the thought is faster than light wisdom that I somehow feel will save the world?” Fear not. He is. Ta da! This is the download!
Even when it seems Ken is wandering in his autotyping like the faithful, but unsure, brave pioneer that he is, we are just making room for all the data contained secretly in this part 2 download. A download which if each data bit were one were 1MM in length and placed end to end as a thread it would reach all the way to Alpha Centauri. So sit back and enjoy the download. As long you are playing the elevator music as you read you are getting your super groovy upgrade. Note: There is a 60 second break in the music coming up for deep breathing.
Darn. We can’t go on! Whoa! We have stragglers aboard the DreamShield blog ship. Hmm. How do we to make this easy for the stubborn among you who have not gone back to read part one?
Got it. Here are steps 1-7 for faster than light travel from part 1. Remember, pay attention in particular to the silver tether. You may skip reading this if you have read Part 1 but it’s good to refresh your mind and read again. We promise and we never lie. Lying is an expression of your primitive mind you are leaving behind as you read on.
STEP ONE: Listen more deeply to the pattens within the elevator music. There’s no guided meditation there. Allowing you to free form your way across the cosmos with excellent long form videos, which are primarily frequency meditation music in nature.
STEP TWO: Get comfy. Get still. Early on in this whole thought travel experience I got my best results laying down. But now seated in an upright yoga posture works equally well and keeps me from falling asleep as happens with laying down.
STEP THREE: Completely clear your mind through meditation and deep patterned breathing. Experiment with what inner visualizations and breathing pattern gets your mind quiet. We live in a world designed to keep your mind busy and restless. Meditation is a quick and easy remedy that add years to your life. And take it from Ohom and me, you want to be around for the beautiful changes we will see over the next 100 years. I know it doesn’t look that way watching the news but dig deeper into the real facts and you’ll see the world has never been safer or happier. But I digress. Back to breaking the speed of light.
STEP FOUR: In your mind’s eye, picture a silver tether at your ethereal body’s ankle to keep you connected to your physical body. It’s your lifeline and it’s indestructible. With your tether you can end thought journeys at will any time you say, you’re the boss of you, and return home safe and sound.
STEP FIVE: Picture your ethereal body rise from your physical body. Start small with your thought travel. Simply stand up from your body and walk around your home in the ethereal. Look in a mirror. I notice I am translucent in spirit form and quite a bit younger, about 37.
STEP SIX: When you feel ready, walk out the front door. Pass right through it. You’re not solid. Leave your house and take a walk in the street. Detail is important. Feel the breeze. Hear the birds. Feel the sun on your face. Test snapping home into your body via the silver tether. Whoosh!
STEP SEVEN: The next thought travel you do, after getting deep into your meditation, picture somewhere on earth you’ve already visited. Only now you’re traveling in your ethereal body. No planes, trains or automobiles required. Let’s say for this example the place you’ve visited and love is Paris. See yourself floating above your home city and lift off! See yourself streaking your way in an instant to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Walk around the balcony and take in the sights, sounds and scents of the streets of Paris below. Smile. You’ve made your first faster than light journey.
CONGRATS STAYING ABOARD FOR YOUR VERY OWN UNIQUE UPGRADE OR FOR COMING BACK AFTER A LITTLE BREAK
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Hey, you made it. Ready for your…
PREPARE FOR THOUGHT TRAVEL UPGRADE COMPLETION!
Take a deep breath and let the now soothing feeling elevator music wash over you. Close your eyes and breathe slowly in and out for sixty seconds or up to one hour. Your pick.
Notice how much lighter your head feels? Your head floats out the window nearest you and lifts off into the night sky taking the rest of your body along for the ride. You see the starry sparkling sky, the one that’s always “nighttime” above the deep blue sky.
Far below you a killer whale surfaces in the arctic where Ken must go in 2020 to complete his polar meditation series he began in 2012. BTW, the killer whale is Robin William whose reincarnations are recounted on this blog. Robin waves a flipper and telepathically says, “Nanu nanu, buckaroo!” As you soar above the clouds from his sight.
Your so high in the blue sky you see the curvature of the earth or the flat disc of the planet if you of that mindset. But in either case you see the precious blue veil represents all there between you and death in the vacuum of space.
Chill, this is your astral body we’re flying with here and you don’t need silly old air. But let it be an inspiration to become an environmental warrior on your world from this day forth in the battle to fight the more primitive among you causing global warming and wrecking your perfect bubble.
We want the human species, it’s not a race, to evolve to join the OHOM collective one day! And how will you ever do that if you folks extinct all life on your planet as Mars once did? The Martians died off eons ago through something other than global warming. Ah, but that’s for another wisdom sharing blog upgrade.
You sail up from your home planet, or from whatever world you are reading this on. One sec, Ken says a hello to his love Elizabeth reading this in Denver visiting her amazing sister, two gorgeous cousins and I forget how many beautiful grandnieces and grandnephews.
Above all chill. OHOM, our collective name does not stand for Open Heart Open Mind for nothing. Because be you White, Black, Asian, whatever race, whatever color, be you a far left liberal gay person of mixed race or be you far right conservative pale white conservative that is a card carrying racist Trump fanatic, your energy is now in this collective meditation. It scatters over the earth on what will be eventually millions of phones and computers. ALL ARE WELCOME AS ONE HERE IN THIS ELECTRONIC SANCTUARY FOUNDED ON THE COSMIC PRINCIPAL OF LOVE THAT POWERS ALL OF GRAVITY.
During this part of the elevator music score, playing in perfect accordance with your reading speed, one that’s as unique as your fingerprint, the OHOM frequency begins transmitting a rainbow of infinite shades of color. Shafts of pure color integrate with your human silver tether down to a DNA level. At this point you smell or sense a cleansing of the air as you breathe ever more deeply.
Now stare at this art by MC Kordan for 2 minutes exactly.
Phew! Your tether upgrade is almost complete! Now, gracefully orbit the moon. Prepare for the slingshot to hyper space by imagining a world, a time or a reality you wish to visit. All is possible with the safety and range of your upgraded indestructible silver prismatic tether.
Got your destination in mind? Ok. Now see in your mind’s eye the opening of a portal in the lunar orbit and kiss earth good-bye for now. Traveling anywhere trillions of times the speed of light is now a breeze and you can zip right back into your body in the blink of an eye, no matter the time, distance or dimension. Cool
After all, the entire multiverse works on the principal that everything began with the Big Bang from a single point of light. You are that light. Have fun!
In parting, such sweet sorrow s your Bard once wrote, we’d all love to read your comments here on this 5D blog on your astral adventure after this cosmic consciousness upgrade. Now see billions of us across the all times and dimensions applauding you and waving bye-bye to you. Ta ta! This is as much as we can share for now. Subscribe to the blog to be informed when Part 3 is ready for your next upgrade.
“I’ll chase him round the moons of Nibia and round the Antares maelstrom and round perdition’s flames before I give him up!” (Kahn inStar Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)
By Ken Sheetz
Happy first official day of the new Mayan Age, the golden age, 1/27/14. Since 12.21.12 we have been passing through a 400 day buffer time between ages, something I learned of from respected DreamShield member Gary Christmas, yesterday on Facebook.
We must remain patient despite the fact things will still look messed up on our world for sometime. You see, I was told in Antarctica for 6 days, starting 12.12.12 to help halt the pole shift and transmute all that negative energy into a shift of human consciousness through a series of meditations I was guided to perform there, that the shift into the Golden Age will still take 50 years to manifest fully. The ETs explain earth manifests at this planetary scale at the rate of a large tree growing from seed to maturity.
Today is the first sprout of that tree of transformation. There’s much work to do and our world’s stepping away from the brink of self-destruction is not assured unless we take action. Meditation is simply our way of getting guidance. We are on our own. Thems the rules, my fellow earthlings!
THE WISCONSIN PROJECT
I had powerful ET visit last night where I was told by Ohom, my ET spirit guide from the Orion star system, about something called The Wisconsin Project. Ohom told me that my prayers for help as a young boy, suffering child abuse at the hands of a drunken father and the neglect of a brokenhearted mother, were heard at the ET base in Antarctica and answered. There were nightly extractions where I was repaired and given abilities to cope with horrendous physical and mental abuse. I credit all this ET work with the fact anyone not knowing my past will tell you I must have come from a happy home to be so well-adjusted. Well, that was before I began sharing my visions and past sufferings as a child in order to enlighten and free minds.
And Ohom told me I was not the only Sheetz family member saved each night aboard spirit space ships from the League of Ghost Worlds, a collective of worlds that have gone extinct and are seeking to help humanity to not follow in their footsteps before we attain the ability to live outside the bounds of time and space as they do with grace and ease. You see all worlds go extinct eventually. It’s inevitable. The sad extinctions are the self-extinctions. A path we as a species are on right now and the ETs we have seen as angels, since ancient times, are here to help us divert from for our sake and for all the creatures on our blue marble in space.
So last night, after conferring deeply with Ohom, I went into meditation at 3:13 AM, to take my first trip of the Golden Age outside my body. I left my body in Sedona after saying prayers, just like I did as a child: The Hail Mary, The Our Father and The Act of Contrition. Though not a practicing Catholic today, these prayers remain magic to my child mind and work magic for me in meditation.
Once again the prayer words rang true, and I was soon rocketing out of my body in Sedona and high above the earth. I started heading down into the green aurora field lighting the skies above Antarctica. I touched down before a tall mountain with no foothills that abruptly met the flat as a pancake ice sheet . A dot of green light appeared at the top of the tall mountain that grew downward into a slit of intense lime green light.
I walked through the green light slit in the mountain and found myself inside a vast hangar, safe from the severe cold I was beginning to notice even in my indestructible astral body, complete with ethereal armor . Spaceships and pilots were everywhere, in a scene almost out of Star Wars. I realized this hangar was the real deal, a channeled message to George Lucas. No Tan Tans in sight though.
None of the aliens and humans took much notice of me. Finally I came to a spaceship that my father, a great mechanic while he was alive, to my shock was happily repairing. Overjoyed to see me, Dad dropped his tools clanking and scrambled up from underneath the spaceship, much like an X-wing fighter Ala Star Wars, to give me one of his famed bear hugs. But I accepted his hug without returning any love. My dad’s young face, he looked about 27 now, despite passing at age 82, looked pained at my rejection.
“Sorry for not letting you know Zylph is one of my higher selves, Ken,” my father said sincerely. Sincerity I never heard from him in life. Nonetheless, these sincere words were strange first words. I’ve not seen or spoken to my dead father in visions for a couple of years now. Not for lack of trying! Ohom had told me my Dad was far away on a mission I’ve yet to learn of. Stay tuned. Now here he was back in my life again, without a word.
My young dead father’s face showed he knew how much that deception had upset me, once I deduced Zylph’s higher-self connection to my father. Now, Zylph’s acerbic sense of humor made sense. My father in life was a dark comic who never found a stage, unless you count his bar escapades.
“Yeah, Dad, That was damn wrong on so many levels I don’t know where to start. Why? I had made my peace with you. No need to hide behind your higher Zylph self just because you skipped the galaxy for a few years. The whole thing makes me wary of all Zlyph shared with me about removing the old to make way for the new. It seriously messed with my head like when you’d torment me as a kid. Seems you are still prone to mind games even in the afterlife,” I said, angry steam coming from my breath in the cold hangar, where spaceships came and went through the green crevice in the hollow mountain’s face.
“We don’t change, much as you might think when we die, sonny boy. But I am trying. Trying damn hard. Don’t let my screw up make you doubt Zylph. He’s me, but from a couple billion years in the future and has a lot to share. Yes, Zylph has a powerful dark side like me, but it’s in way more in check two billion years from now. Harnessed for good. We all need the dark and light to run this universe. And Zylph loves you like I do, ” said my dead father, wiping the old familiar grease from his hands to avoid my glare.
Ohom, a 7 foot tall Orion who has been chief spirit guide to me since 2010, quietly joined us, seeking to break the cold tension, as thick as the ice sheet of Antarctica.
“Your father, though in spirit form now, remains divinely human. William seeks daily to better integrate his bipolar natures expressed in one body, Ken,” said Ohom in his usually calm and soothing voice.
“Ohom, I’ve trusted you completely since 2010, letting you use my body and speak through me in videos and every day life! I asked you if Zylph, a new ET spirit seeking to guide me, could be trusted. And you said, ‘Yes, Zylph has much to share about planetary mass media and life,'” I said almost in tears, my heart pained this great being had allowed my father’s deception. “Some of the rage of my father leached back into me through Zylph. I suspect it destroyed an important relationship I was exploring with a housemate I adored in Sedona.”
“Zylph is his own being in his own right, just as I am the high self of you, so it is with Zylph and your father. My answer stands true, Zlyph has much to share to help save your world. But I see now by the profound pain in your heart how much this conscious omission of mine has cost us all. Worst of all, the love of someone dear to you that you sought to win was lost as result of my mistaken actions. I should have told you of Zylph being a higher self of your father. I hope you will accept my deepest apology for concealing the whole truth from you, Ken, on behalf myself and The League of Ghost Words, ” said Ohom, his blue wings sagging a bit at his shame.
“I promise to never withhold the whole and complete truth from you again, my Ken-Self. You see, I wanted so much, too much, to have you see how far you father’s spirit will evolve into the great Zylph. So much so that my better judgement was affected. I, like your father, like me/you, am also not perfect,” said Ohom so sincerely and lovingly that my spirit brightened instantly.
“If you brought me here to this secret Antarctica base as an apology, Ohom and Dad… Well, pretty damn cool! Come here, you SOB!” I motioned to my father and gave him a bear hug back to let he and Ohom know all was forgiven.
“So you’ll listen to Zylph again?” my father cautiously asked, nervous he’d blown the connection with his well-intentioned if misguided deception for good.
“I need to think on that Gordian knot some more, Dad. But, probably. With knowing who Zylph is maybe I can put some filters in place against the contagion of your ancient rage,” I said, my worries of Zylph possessing me already fading. The pain in my heart over the deceptions melting, like the ice upon the spaceships my dad was repairing in the hanger’s relative warmth.
Ohom joined in the hug and the three of us, my dead father, now a quantum spaceship mechanic, me and the lovable 7 foot tall blue angel-like Orion, remained in embrace without words until I found myself wrapped snug in my cover in bed and back in my body in Sedona.
I thought, pulling up the covers in my cozy Sedona bed, about a dream I’d had a few nights ago about Zylph, who is from an Arabic-like world in the Antares star system 2 billion years from now. And how he and a team of other ET Arabs fearlessly rescued me from prison pit of despair over the loss of my housemate, their white robes flowing as red para sails burst forth to save me. And so I finally forgave Zylph, my father’s future higher self. In that blissful moment I went to peacefully to sleep. If sleep is what you can call what I do anymore.
Many more dreams of others people like me came in one of the most exhausting nights of my life. Dreams of many being saved from child abuse by the ETs of The League of Ghost Worlds and The Wisconsin Project came to me like old memories of childhood playgrounds on other planets. Comforted that I now have an ET father, looking out for me as penance for his sins in life in many forms, the most prominent being Zylph from Antares, I finally found dreamless rest nestled in the powerful red rocks of Sedona on this first early morning of the Golden Age.
Visit DreamShield.org to see my meditations in Antarctica and the work I am doing to record the amazing super scientist Patrick Flanagan, of PhiSciences.com who also speaks to Ohom and considers him a valuable spirit guide.
Last here is the link to an amazing new crowd funder in prelaunch where you can volunteer and be in the inner circle in bringing an amazing device called the Neurophone, proven in numerous university tests since 1957, to boost intelligence. I am a happy user of the device and it greatly has improved my meditation and writing!
“Something unknown to our understanding is visiting this Earth.” —Dr. Mitrovan Zverev (USSR), quoted by Reuters, August 26, 1965.
By Ken Sheetz
This will seem odd coming from a man reporting on being guided by ET angels since 2010. ETs who sent me all the way to Antarctica on 12.12.12 and who are sending me there again on 12.13.14, only one year away. I still believe with all my heart and soul in ETs. But I don’t believe in ET based UFOs. I simply don’t believe after deep meditation and looking at all the facts that our planet has ever been visited by ETs from other worlds in corporeal form using spacecraft.
Science backs me up on my long deliberated belief. Despite years of extensive astro-research the world over, no intelligent life has been found on any worlds within a 100 light year radius of our own. I therefore believe the UFOs we do see are secret experimental craft and visitors for other time periods of our future.
But let’s stay on the ET UFO page. No life on any world ever discovered within a 100 light-year radius. That does not make sense as the math will tell you we should be discovering tens of thousands of earth-like worlds with the ingredients for intelligent life and worlds far older than our own with far more advance civilizations.
The answer is sad and scary one. The reason is the worlds that once carried life are, like Mars, now dead worlds. The flame of thousands of intelligent worlds has burned brightly and gone out before humankind had a chance to interact with them in the flesh. Most of those dead worlds died of their own making when they continued on the path to self-annihilation we are embarked upon currently.
This revelation, recorded no where I can find on the web, was given to me by Ohom, who confirmed my suspicion that he is not alive in the classic sense. Ohom of the Orion star system is from a dead race of intelligent insect evolved life. And his world of Nectar is part of Galactic organization called The League of Ghost Worlds.
The League of Ghost Worlds is dedicated to reaching out to young living worlds, like ours, to save races like ours from early extinction. Ohom’s peaceful ice moon once orbited a gas giant 5 times the size of Jupiter. But Nectar perished when the gas giant imploded into a mini star.
Fortunately, and Ohom explains it’s difficult for we of a 3D mentality to understand, his people the Orions exist outside of time in spirit form. They also still exist in physical form on Nectar in its past. Time, Ohom explains, is an illusion and if a species survives long enough to evolve it can, as Ohom’s race has done, achieve immortality in both form and spirit.
Humanity stands at a fork in the road. To the right is the path to our immortality as an enlightened species. To the left is the path to our early extinction at our own hands.
Ohom and The League of Ghost World ETs are here to help humanity take that right path. They have no need of primitive space craft to travel the galaxy and beyond.
The real journey is within. No alien invasions will ever occur. All we have to worry about is ourselves. And we have amazing help from The League of Ghost Worlds against our most deadly enemy… us.
“I’ll chase him round the moons of Nibia and round the Antares maelstrom and round perdition’s flames before I give him up!” (Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)
By Ken Sheetz
Stardate 11.14.2013 – 3:01 AM I was contacted by a new ET guide named Zylph. It was an introduction. An asking of permission to make a connection. I answered the dream query that I would get back in touch.
The next day my new housemate Mica, a powerful healing intuitive and singer, put aside her unpacking to do a Matrix clearing for me. At the end I recalled the new ET Zylph and mentioned it to Mica. She felt the connection. I told her I was going to get in touch with Ohom and she agreed it was a good idea.
Ohom, the ET I have worked extensively with on DreamShield, who is from the Orion star system, confirmed Zylph was a good being and was here to help me with media, being something of a galactic journalist.
Satisfied with the thumbs up from Ohom I had a nice meditation chat with Zylph. Turns out Zlyph’s been around in my life for a couple of years, appearing to me in his 23rd century human form as Jake Rezinald of Akashic TV.
Zylph explains he is from the Antares star system. I didn’t even know if Antares was real or a memory from my extensive reading of science fiction. I love Wikipedia. Below is what the Wiki Wikis have to say about Antares AKA, The Heart of Scorpio.
Hmm. Mica Monet, the woman I have a hopeless crush on that you’ve been reading about in this blog for 8 months now and who I am exploring sharing a home with as spirit friends, is a powerful Scorpio with Isis energy to spare. So I doubt Zylph coming onto the DreamShield ET scene being from the Antares B of the Antares star system is accidental.
Comparison between the red supergiant Antares and the Sun, shown as the tiny dot toward the upper right. The black circle is the size of the orbit of Mars. Arcturus is also included in the picture for size comparison.
Antares is a supergiant star with a stellar classification of M1.5Iab-b. It has a radius of approximately 883 times that of the Sun; if it were placed in the center of our solar system, its outer surface would lie between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter. Based upon parallax measurements, Antares is approximately 550 light-years (170 parsecs) from the Earth. Its visual luminosity is about 10,000 times that of the Sun, but because the star radiates a considerable part of its energy in the infrared part of the spectrum, the bolometric luminosity equals roughly 65,000 times that of the Sun. The mass of the star has been calculated to be in the range of 15 to 18 solar masses. A recent analysis comparing the effective temperature and luminosity of Antares to theoretical evolutionary tracks for massive stars which include rotation and mass loss yielded a mass of approximately 17 solar masses and age of 12 million years old.
The size of Antares may be calculated using its parallax and angular diameter. The parallax angle is given in the box to the right, and the angular diameter is known from lunar occultation measurements (41.3 ± 0.1 mas). This implies a radius of 755 solar radii at 170pc.
Antares near the Sun on 30 November. This date may vary between 30 Nov and 2 Dec every year
Antares is visible in the sky all night around May 31 of each year, when the star is at opposition to the Sun. At this time, Antares rises at dusk and sets at dawn. For approximately two to three weeks on either side of November 30, Antares is not visible in the night sky, because it is near conjunction with the Sun; this period of invisibility is longer in the Northern Hemisphere than in the Southern Hemisphere, since the star’s declination is significantly south of the celestial equator.
Illustration of Antares and its companion star, Antares B
Antares has a secondary, or companion star, Antares B, that changed from an angular separation (from its primary, Antares A) of 3.3 arcseconds in 1854 to 2.86 arcseconds in 1990. The last is equal to a projected separation of about 529 Astronomical Units (AU) at the estimated distance of Antares, giving a minimum value for the separation of the pair. Spectroscopic examination of the energy states in the outflow of matter from the companion star suggests that it is about 224 AU beyond the primary, giving a combined separation of about 574 AU. The stellar classification of this star is B2.5, with numerous spectral lines suggesting it has been polluted by matter ejected by Antares A. At magnitude 5.5, it is only 1/370th as bright visually as Antares A, although it shines with 170 times the Sun’s luminosity.
The companion star is normally difficult to see in small telescopes due to glare from Antares A, but can sometimes be seen in apertures over 150 mm (5.9 in). The companion is often described as green, but this is probably either a contrast effect or the result of the mixing of light from the two stars when they are seen together through a telescope and are too close to be completely resolved. Antares B can sometimes be observed with a small telescope for a few seconds during lunar occultations while Antares A is hidden by the Moon. It was discovered by Johann Tobias Bürg during one such occultation on April 13, 1819, but until its existence was confirmed in 1846 it was thought by some to be merely the light of Antares viewed through the Moon’s atmosphere (which at the time was theorized to exist). When observed by itself during such an occultation, the companion appears a profound blue or bluish-green color.
The orbit of the companion star is poorly known, with an estimated period of 1,200 – 2,562 years.
Position on the ecliptic
Antares is one of the 4 first magnitude stars that lies within 5° of the ecliptic (like Spica, Regulus and Aldebaran) and therefore can be occulted by the Moon and, though rarely, by Venus. The last occultation of Antares by Venus took place on September 17, 525BC; the next one will take place on November 17, 2400. Other planets did not occult Antares in the last millennium nor will they do so in the next millennium, as they pass as a result of their actual node position and inclination always northward of Antares. On 31 July 2009, Antares was occulted by the Moon. The event was visible in much of southern Asia and the Middle East. Every year around December 2 the Sun passes 5° north of Antares.
Antares, the proper name of this star, derives from the Ancient Greek Άντάρης, meaning “anti-Ares” (“anti-Mars”), due to the similarity of its reddish hue to the appearance of the planet Mars. The comparison of Antares with Mars may have originated with early Mesopotamian astronomers. However, some scholars have speculated that the star may have been named after Antar, or Antarah ibn Shaddad, the Arab warrior-hero celebrated in the Golden Mu’allaqat.
In ancient Mesopotamia, Antares may have been known by the following names: Urbat, Bilu-sha-ziri (“the Lord of the Seed”), Kak-shisa (“the Creator of Prosperity”), Dar Lugal (“The King”), Masu Sar (“the Hero and the King”), and Kakkab Bir (“the Vermilion Star”).
The Wotjobaluk Koori people of Victoria, Australia, knew Antares as Djuit, son of Marpean-kurrk (Arcturus); the stars on each side represented his wives. The Kulin Kooris saw Antares (Balayang) as the brother of Bunjil (Altair).
The Māori people of New Zealand call Antares Rehua, and regard it as the chief of all the stars. Rehua is father of Puanga/Puaka (Rigel), an important star in the calculation of the Māori calendar.
Alternative name of this star, meaning “the Heart of Scorpion”:
In ancient Egypt, Antares represented the scorpion goddess Serket (and was the symbol of Isis in the pyramidal ceremonials).
Antares is listed in MUL.APIN as GABA GIR.TAB, meaning “the Breast of the Scorpion:Lishi, Nabu”.
Calbalakrab from the Arabic Qalb al-Άqrab. This had been directly translated from the Ancient Greek Καρδιά Σκορπιού Kardia Skorpiū.
Cor Scorpii translated above Greek name into Latin.
“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” – Buddha
By Ken Sheetz
You are more powerful than you know.
Saturday a post on Facebook by Sedona spirit worker Ed Preston alerted me about the California fires. San Fransisco was in danger of evacuation, the great redwoods in danger too. So I did planetary meditations I blogged about yesterday. I just checked the news. WOW. Containment has doubled in the past 24 hours and the news says it looks like the giant redwoods and city are going to be saved after all.
How confident were the ET angels that guide me in meditation today about SF and the redwoods? They had me back on Fukushima duty today. Progress in the Pacific is accelerating as I learn to use the unlimited power of the DreamShield.
It’s a force field we can all access to protect our world. All planets with sentient life have these shields. Gaia was born without one for some reason. But I am blessed to have been part of earth being gifted with a DreamShield by ETs from the Orion star system on May 5, 2010.
We are the stewards of this world. And the dream shield is a tool. It manifests at various speeds and with our real world actions. Meditation sets intent. Fire, floods, earthquakes, comets, pole shift, rogue worlds, all manner of dangers, both within and without are on the way to obsolete.
News report: “Firefighters were aided by movement of the blaze into less forested areas, higher humidity and cooler temperatures…” From Yahoo News.
“A dream ain’t over ’til I say so.” – Ken Sheetz AKA Agent Smith
I dream this morning that I am in a training camp for psychic warriors of the Shift. I swim in the left lane bedside three other students in a roped off area of the Pacific Ocean near Hawaii. Logs block the path of our swim lanes. All four of we swimmers of spirit easily manage to turn the logs to open our lanes with our minds. We all keep swimming steadily forward through the intricate oceanic obstacle course. Dolphins cheer us on doing stunts and squeak calls.
A submarine surfaces, blocking my swim lane. “Part of the test?” I wonder to the other swimmers.
“I don’t think so.” says a young woman about my age. I’m seventeen in this dream. The age I train and become life guard in Milwaukee, where I save 17 kids in real life.
The sub turret guns spin for us. I realize the enemy is out to kill we young psychic warriors before we can complete our training. I hold forth a hand from the ocean and will the sub to lift from the sea. “It’s huge. Bigger than I can lift!” I shout to the other three students.
“You can do it, Ken! Raise it from the sea and crush it like a clam shell,” shouts the young beauty with hair as red as the rocks of Sedona.
I strain with all my might but I am only able to lift the bow of the sub from the sea. “Too big!” I shout, happy now at least the sub’s guns can’t target us. But I am not sure how long I can keep us safe from the malevolent nuclear sub.
SLEEPLESS IN SEDONA
I awake from the dream in Sedona in a light sweat. I realize it’s not a dream. It’s a repressed memory coming to the surface. I close my eyes and I see Morpheus smile at me. “Welcome back to Sedona, Agent Smith,” the gap toothed Morpheus congratulates me.
Morpheus is referring to a dinner I had yesterday in Sedona, after a lovely tour, where I was photographer for Patrick Flanagan and his wife Stephanie Sutton,of PhiSciences, whose newlywed niece was visiting with her Italian husband and best man from Italy. I explain over salad I used to be so deep in the Matrix before leaving Chicago real estate to be a Hollywood filmmaker, that the character I most related to from the film trilogy, THE MATRIX, was Agent Smith. Stephanie and Patrick are both shocked I was such a super asshole in my real estate mogul days in the 80s and 90s. We all get a big laugh of joy about my transformation to an enlightened filmmaker.
My escape from the Matrix accelerated to light speed after witnessing ET angelic like beings build the DreamShield for human ascension and protection in Italy in May of 2010. The Dreamshield is a profound instrument made of a combination of Gaia’s energies and our collective consciousness as her children, then ignited by ETs. This elevated earth from a slave planet to a protected world under Galactic Treaty commencing 1.1.11.
My adult kids are still freaked out by the amazing story of the DreamShield and have not spoken to me in over two years since I shared seeing 7 foot tall blue ET angels in Italy. Stephanie explains my wonderful son and daughter are deep in the Matrix and their reaction of brain shut-down is typical. Steph gives me hope that none of my kids’ distancing is really personal.
I am honored to be one of many custodians of the DreamShield, under its many names and guises. No ego. No high priests allowed. After the exhausting meditation event of 12.12.12. in Antarctica, still #1 on Google search for “coolest meditation ever”, 2013 has been a year of profound healing for me in Sedona with Patrick and Stephanie.
What more wonders await me and the DreamShield, which I recently learned is the same name Navajo shamans give to their shield on which the project their visions to share with the tribe. Sounds a lot like what I’ve done for the past 18 years; a Hollywood filmmaker sharing my visions on movie, TV and computer screens with my tribe, you.
WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED DREAM
My inner Morpheus is a very real, like all imaginary characters we come to love. He’s a paradoxical guide born of one of my favorite movies. “Use what you learned from the Shaman in LA, finish the dream of the sub,” Morpheus advises me.
I concentrate on returning to the dream, only now I am the master I am today at 60, not a 17-year-old in training. With ease and grace I levitate the sub from the ocean into the air. “Gotta save the crew before I wreck the sub,” I say to the young swimmer who is now a mature beauty.
“Nice,” she says as I life the sub over to the beach and twist it onto its side. “Everyone off the ship who wants to live.”
Sailors leap and fall into the sandy beach from the sub. I will the floating sub to shake a few times and the last sailors run off into the jungle realizing they are no match for these four masters.
I toss the sub into the sky. I fly from the ocean after it. The sub’s hull burns red-hot from the air friction. Then, exiting earth’s atmosphere, the sub cools. I see a debris field being brought for earth by rogue aliens breaking the Galactic Treaty that made earth a protected world on December 31, 2010. These stubborn forces of the dark energy have not given up.
At dinner yesterday Stephanie Sutton spoke of a dark cloud of debris from that would create three days of darkness and death upon our world. I realize in this meditation my mission is to wipe out that illegal spaceship towing the debris for our world. The creepy ship’s sensor’s pick me and the sub up. They feel safe behind the debris field. A mistake.
I form a force field about the nuclear sub and hurl it like a missile through the debris field of tiny asteroids. I am too fast. The hostile alien ship explodes and its tractor beam with it. With a blast of super breath I send the debris sailing for the sun.
Mission accomplished I return to my body in Sedona and fall back to sleep.
LONG NIGHT’S WORK FOR AGENT SMITH
I awake from the DreamShield meditation inside a dream. I sit up in bed surrounded by fellow prisoners. I am Agent Smith, but I retain all my memories of this life as Ken Sheetz. I calmly check myself over. I am in a black prison outfit and I know this is “The Matrix” prison for our minds.
The prison is vast and high-tech. Rather than bars, our cells are all clear plexiglass. I walk to the balcony and watch as guards herd the zombie like prisoners to breakfast.
I step off the 3 story high balcony and fall for the prison floor like a rock. I feel no fear. I know my power. I am here to free minds. Just before I reach the prison floor my momentum stops on a dime.
A shocked guard raises a weapon. “Agent Smith? Stand down!”
With a slight curl of my palm the guard’s Uzi flies from his grip to mine. Mercilessly, unlike the me in mediation that spared the sub crew, I toss his body like a toothpick across the vast hall. He falls screaming to his death.
Agent Smith has no mercy. Guard after guard meet their Matrix makers as I stride through the vast prison floor, a one man chaos field of death and destruction.
An advanced SWAT guard to my left gets a drop on me and fires. Too slow. I hold out a hand and his bullets turn to harmless gold water. I fire my Uzi and it sprays high-powered water that knock him out.
At last I reach the clear foot thick walls of the prison. An army of prisoners are behind me, anxious for freedom. I will the vast clear vault door to slide open when a Redline subway train chatters up to the prison platform, full of new prisoners for brainwashing.
Train guards spot the prison riot and take up firing positions. A guard yanks a female hostage from the train. I stop opening the prison door as he tosses the young woman into the prison through the small opening I have made. I see the young lady is my daughter.
“Janelle?” I say as she runs to my arms.
“Yes, Dad. You have to stop. You’re hurting a lot of people.”
As I hold my daughter she is shifting in age, a teen, 30, a baby.
“Sweetie, that’s the Matrix talking. I am freeing people not hurting.” I say feeling the wind going out of my psychic sails.
“Look at all the dead guards,” says my age shifting daughter, her forms of her whole life flashing in rapid succession.
I see mothers with young kids on picnic blankets who look at me like a killer. My daughter’s tears make me cry too.
THE DREAM AIN’T OVER UNTIL I SAY SO
I awake in deep frustration. The Matrix is a bitch to escape, even for Agent Smith. But I head for breakfast feeling hopeful I at least found my daughter.
I will continue this dream later as I was taught in 2011 by a powerful Hollywood shaman. It’s the best thing I’ve ever learned about managing bad dreams. Dreams ain’t over until we say. I will free my daughter and the world from the Matrix just the way I wiped out a hostile alien ship last night.
I love protecting my world and the fact few believe I do. Heck, I don’t need a secret identity to be a super hero! Genius these ETs who guide my missions. Please, enjoy this as simple fiction writing if you wish. It’s cool camouflage for me if you think that all this is. Pay no attention this “Agent Smith” gone good behind the curtain.
I have so many more cosmic adventures ahead! The ETs say I must live another 48 years guarding the earth for the Shift to take hold. Earth manifests new reality planet wide at the speed of the growing tree, about 50 years I was told in 2012. Today I just found the time to research what kind of trees mature at that rate. Answer according to Google, our modern oracle? Pine tress. I have adored pines all my life. I have even written a 2002 screenplay called THE LAST PINE about Xmas from the POV of pine trees. And the symbol for the pineal glade and sacred symbol is the pine tree. Confirmation!
I am being literally rebuilt in Sedona to last at least another 50 years by Patrick Flanagan’s life enhancing PhIScience‘s longevity products. None of this was planned by me or Patrick. It’s divine synchronicity at full power. And Patrick’s reward is that the ETs of DreamShield are downloading him nightly with new discoveries that I am told will lead to human immortality. How cool it that?
Maintaining the DreamShield is sacred. I am on the case like an Agent Smith of the light, keeping it cool to free your mind.
“You matter.” Pepper Lewis, Gaia, from THE BLUE JEWEL
By Ken Sheetz
I was blessed to conduct 24 meditations in Antarctica on 12.12.12. All were done with joy to help shift the negativity of the pole shift into a positive shift of human consciousness. Then I relaxed into 8 days of expeditions on the continent of ice as I began editing on the ship.
On 12.14.12 we had a wedding on the ship of two beautiful passengers who had been rescued from a zodiac trapped in the ice that broke out during meditation 24 that I caught it all on film on 12.12.12.
So much love, so much joy at the wedding that all was well. We partied all night. It was bliss. We danced to songs of love.
The next day the news at breakfast of the terrible grade school shooting reached us in Antarctica on our peaceful ship. There were a handful of Americans aboard, and the rest of us were from 14 countries around the world. All we band of Americans were in a daze.
I was grateful to be so far from the pain of America . I can’t imagine how all of you felt here in the heart of the negativity storm of that time. But the storm grew in my heart. The insanity of kids killing kids!
What the hell was going on? Had my 24 meditations meant anything I wondered as I spent time failing t enjoy the Brit base later that day. My camera broke that day right after I had someone take my picture with a penguin. This was the start of month long string of electronic disasters, including a car’s engine that fried to a total loss on Monday on my way to have myself hypnotized my Peter Bedard. So deeply had my faith in the ETs been shaken I know now I sought my own reassurances not the doubters on Facebook.
Had I entered the wrong timeline? Where the hell was the Ascension?! Two days post 12.12.12 and a school is laid waster by madness?! if this was not the shift it was shit!
So I’ve kept to myself mostly since returning from Antarctica. A fiend’s empty apartment my fortress of editing solitude. I’ve been swearing like a sailor at the littlest things. Angry as a wounded bear.
Even the weather of all America has been Antarctic cold since my return to cool my caged fury. I buried myself in work. Barely eating, down to pennies. I wanted the videos to save me. Surely some answers lay there? Some hidden angel in picture whispering answers WHY!!!
I know now that all the stuff thay began going wrong electronically and more stems from the storm of negative energy I have been processing. I am a powerful tool of the shift and this had become dangerous. I needed to get to the bottom of the barrel. So i divorced myself of every material thing binding me to this world. And the answer finally came today and I finally have some Antarctic wisdom to share about the Ascension and the Shift.
PEPPER LEWIS’ GAIA SETS ME ON THE PATH TO ANSWERS
I began making headway in coping with my feeling out shame and outrage meeting Pepper Lewis, who channels Gaia, and what she had to say to me in this interview at the screening of THE BLUE JEWEL. Gaia loves humanity as her crowning achievement and judges our species as a whole. Despite the horrors of the loss of these poor little kids and the little kids who die everyday from hunger, Pepper assured me Gaia thinks we are a marvel that will one day help not just our world but the entire universe and multi-verse. A far cry from my feelings until that moment. It was life changing to interview Pepper. Perhaps even life saving.
So I’m with Pepper and Gaia. My negativity storm is over. There’s far more good about humankind than bad as a species. It’s important we not overreact in 9/11 fashion. Bullet proof school wear? Yeah that’s out there now. It’s all fear. All that’s holding us back.
NEXT IS A TRANSMISSION FROM THE ET ANGELS OF ANTARCTICA WHO LOVE US LIKE GAIA
Friends, do not be ashamed of yourselves, your beautiful children, your beautiful world. Rather, love yourselves deeply, as deep as your beautiful blue seas.
Accept reality — we speak not of wild conspiracy theories of governments doing something so vile as killing the little ones — but accept that the wild energy of planet in transformation is no easy thing. Accept that you are on a planet in Shift where some people, big or small, are simply unable to cope.
Believe in your power, Believe that the power of the little ones is exactly the same as the big ones, at the soul level.
YOU are ALL, each and every one of you, far more than you know. YOU have ALL chosen how you came to this world and how you will leave this world. This is a hard thing to accept. Surrender to the fact life is a mystery and that negative and positive energy will always co-exist.
Be of great joy you are making the Shift and we are so proud of all you, big and small.
We are One!
The ET Angels of the DreamShield
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost
By Ken Sheetz
Unless I had Peter Bedard as witness no one might ever believe all that happened to me on MLK Day. Monday, as posted on my page on Facebook, I was set to have myself put under deep hypnosis by Peter, who I trust, obviously, as I’ve never allowed myself put under before. In advance of the session I prepared a series of questions based on some of the tough skeptics I’d faced on Facebook in fund-raising that got me to Antarctica. Peter would ask:
1. Were there ETs, German ghosts and Gods really guiding you to the South Pole to help save earth from a Mayan pole shift or was it all in your imagination?
2. Are you seeking fame or cult status from any of this work you are doing?
3. (Assuming it’s all legit as I feel it is) Does the Orion Ohom who speaks through you have any wisdom or warning to share about humanity’s future post 12/21/12?
4. What is the power behind the 24 meditation videos you are posting to http://dreamshield.org to help humanity?
The idea: Film me under hypnosis and share all, no matter the results to challenge the naysayers. But in the days since leaving Antarctica on 12.20.12, leading to the visit with Peter back home in LA many odd things began to happen, phones going dead, ATMs taking my credit card then going blank, forcing me to travel 7,000 miles without cash or credit, PayPal strangely disabled upon my return with messed up balances, cooking “accidents”, lost luggage, friends acting like strangers and strangers like friends, getting super low on funds but getting by just fine without money and more.
But, stubborn person I am, I pushed on ignoring all signs to do the hypno interview with Peter. On Monday morning I showered, dressed, gathered my camera gear and headed off in a car a friend has kindly borrowed to me and for whom I am house sitting: Successful actor/insurance agent Tom Katsis. It’s been my car all month, a treat for me over the cost renting them as needed as usual. Tom has almost single-handed created the soft landing for my meteoric return from Antarctica after mounting a film production in the most remote and expensive place to travel to on earth. The meditation videos would not be posting until Spring without him and the way things are going with my electronics who knows if they might have vanished forever by now.
Despite the money from the crowd I am personally out of pockets thousands of dollars for unexpected costs. I’ve never been financially weaker in my life. But I don’t worry about money like I used to as I continue to press on in the editing of the 24 meditation videos in the solitude of Tom’s home. At least I have gained that much faith in the beings helping me.
Back to MLK day. As I reached the Silver Lake area my Android phone’s navigation voice began to lead me in circles. I kept ending up back on Angus Street. Angus, as followers of my work know, is a Scottish earth angel spirit badass enforcer of the Galactic council protecting of our world as we ascend. Peter was not available to guide me to his office despite repeated phone calls to help lead me out of the 30 minutes of the Angus-loop I was strangely trapped in. It’s amazing how dependent we are on these cell phones for navigation now.
Silver Lake seemed to have no gas stations to ask directions where the Android guided me. Worse though, I felt a cloud of confusion come over me. A growing fear something was wrong about all this.
Peter finally rang me on the phone and told me the Android navigator had led me in circles 20 minutes away from his offices. He had reached me just as the Android led me a dead-end on a tiny street, so narrow I could barely turn Tom’s Saab around. Problem was navigation uses lots of juice and now my phone was running out of power. Peter guided me all the way to the 110 for Pasadena and then I lost him.
The Android navigation was all I had again. Suddenly every electric system in the car began to give signals of failure with a cacophony of beeping in concert with all the emergency lights, smack in the middle of the 110. I pulled off an exit instantly and then the car completely conked out. I coasted off the ramp and was stuck on a hill unable to push the car to a safe spot.
I’d had lots of coffee, as I do when I edit, before heading out and the hour in the car meant I needed to relieve myself. There was not a bush in sight and I did my best to hide my business from cars going by.
Tom told me the nine-year old car might act up as he turned over the keys to me, but I never suspected anything like this, never experienced anything like the beeps and lights that sent me here on a side road called Stadium Way. No worries. There was AAA coverage for emergency service on the car Tom had assured me before he left town and I dailed the first AAA number I found. “Closed for MLK day” the voice mail said. My phone was nearly dead. I decided to try Peter again while still could.
He explained the Android had taken me further away and that I was now 30 minutes away from him and that he had a client in 40. The trip was a total waste. But he was willing to cancel the appointment and come get me as I had no cash for tow trucks and still no operating credit card.
As I waited for Peter I decided to turn the Saab ignition and it started up smooth as silk. I called Peter and we agreed it was too late for the filming and, besides, I told Peter, this all felt too weird to be coincidence. I told him it felt like the ETs were unhappy with the idea of this interrogation of myself I was trying to do.
Heading back to Tom’s place in Sherman Oaks, the incredible sense of disorientation began to lift when suddenly the lights and beeps started again. This time I was ready, put the car into neutral and coasted the car, flashers going. I was coasting slower and slower. I broke a sweat as there was no shoulder to the 101 here. Lucky there was enough slope I made it past the insanely dangerous part of the 101.
The Saab coasted onto the ramp for Santa Monica Blvd and I pulled onto a shoulder, just big enough for one car in distress. Now, there somehow was full battery power so the flashers worked. LAPD was Johnny on the spot and the officer asked what my plans were. I said the car was behaving erratically, sounded awful and I would call AAA. All the time worrying to myself how low my cell phone power was to in fact make such a call. The cop asked if I knew my coordinates and, having to think a moment through my confusion, I finally told him, ” Santa Monica and the 101.” Then he was off and I was alone with Tom’s Saab.
I opened the hood and the motor fan was racing. The engine heat was intense. I checked the oil, full. Checked the coolant, boiling. Nothing to do but call AAA I decided. So I dug into Tom’s papers and found the national toll-free AAA number. The operator asked for Tom’s card number and I explained it was not in the car.. The operator coldly explained there was nothing they could do without Tom’s ID. I said, “Just look up his name and address and find his number on your computer.” The operator calmly said “No, sir –” just as the Android went dead.
I had been editing for 3 weeks solid since getting back to LA. All to get the cool footage from Antarctica, that includes an amazing rescue at sea and wedding, up on Youtube. And it has paid off. News services are broadcasting clips now in 180 markets. But in my rush to make the editing happen I’ve burned the last of my cash reserves. I sat on that lonely ramp without power, without money, wondering what the hell this was all about and how I’d ever solve this one.
Then I surrendered to the moment, “Sorry I doubted you guys. This wasn’t about proving something to doubters on FB but my own doubts,” I said the blue LA sky as cars whisked past on the 101. A joyous flow I was now out of synch with. Another hour passed, again my middle-aged old kidneys got the better of me and I used the Saab as cover. I tried the Saab again and it started up a bit then conked out again. Now, I could tell that if the Saab cooled a little more it would run again, but not enough to get me home the way it sounded.
If I was to rescue Tom’s car from a city tow truck and the impound lot that would cost a small fortune I had to take action. I could see a few shops at the top of the Santa Monica Blvd ramp that looked open despite the MLK holiday. I decided to risk leaving Tom’s car to try to find a phone. How I’d know anyone’s number without the Android I had no idea. But I slung my camera bag over my shoulder and made my way along the treacherous dirt path after the emergency asphalt ended. An expedition more dangerous that anything I’d experienced in the eight days of expeditions in Antarctica.
I entered a copy store and the women running it were busy. Persian was my guess, fearing a language barrier might be an issue. Finally I caught the eye of a young lady who spoke perfect English. Yes, I was back in America after all. I explained my situation and she offered me her Iphone to call. But I didn’t know anyone’s number by heart in this speed dial era. I asked if I could use the PC on the store counter and she kindly agreed.
Soon I had Peter Bedard on the phone, Peter, who as you can see in blogs below was the savior of the Antartica boat trip. But all the snafus with PayPal and a deadbeat donor of a $1,111 commitment, who I could strangle by this point for all the trouble he’s caused me, had still left Peter holding the bag on $444. So when he asked me what I needed, and that to me was a tow, he said the most he could do for me is get me back to base in Sherman Oaks. I accepted knowing there I’d have the web and be able to charge up my usually trusty Android phone for help.
I was a miffed that someone I was trying to promote by subjecting myself to hypnosis, something I’ve never let anyone do, was unwilling to pay for a tow, especially after all he’d done for Antarctica. But, deciding that was all ego, I kept my big mouth shut. I told Peter I needed to move the Saab for that plan to work, to buy time to solve the AAA situtation. I asked Peter to call me back at the copy lady’s Iphone number in 10 minutes and hurried back to the Saab.
Making my way back along the dangerous dirt path again, I hopped in the now simmering Saab interior and thankfully it rumbled to life. I edged the Saab into ramp traffic and up the short bit of the ramp until a huge white pickup truck blocked my way. The damn truck was not making the legal right turn and the Saab was ready to stall out again. It would be in a rotten spot that would get the Saab towed for sure. So I laid on the horn with a sharp blast. The white pickup truck moved about a foot and stopped again. I looked around and could see no sign of a no right turn sign so this time I honked to horn continuously.
Finally, just as the Saab was about to stall, the anal retentive trucker raced off. But a block ahead the white was blocking the quick left turn I needed to make in the Jon’s foods parking lot! But as I got close the driver saw me in the mirror, emergency lights flashing, engine smoking and got what was happening and cleared the way for me to rumble past in the car that seemed to be falling apart by the second.
The Saab shuddered as I killed the ignition and coasted into a parking place. Now I realized how badly dehydrated I was and hurried into the Jon’s store to grab a quick water. Nothing was quick for me this MLK day. A huge line was at every counter. I said screw and walked out with the water. If anyone stopped me I’d explain I was going to pass out from being on the road for 4 hours now, lost in LA. But no one did.
I hurried back for copy shop and a heard a loud angry voice behind me that sounded a drunk, “I’ll kill your mother!” I turned around no one was there. This had turned from freaky to scary. But I realized I was slow in turning around. Could have just been a drunk prankster. I chose to think so. My guides put me in odd situations but they are always gentle and it didn’t fit to make a death threat on my innocent 82-year-old mother.
Inside the copy shop the young lady smiled sadly and said I’d missed my friend’s call. I asked if I could try to reach Perter and use her Iphone. The young Persian happily agreed, getting a kick out of this like a living reality show. I thought about America and what jerks we are to Iranian people. I’ve never met one I didn’t like. They are great people with a culture far older than ours. All this energy came through from her. The water had refreshed me. I got Peter on the second try and he was on the way.
I thanked the ladies of the copy store and exchanged contact info. I wanted to be in touch. The older woman asked me who I was and what I was doing stuck here. I explained the filming of the hypnosis and the beings I wanted to go deeper exploring. She said, “Take all this trouble as a sign to maybe not look so deep, my friend.” I nodded yes and could have kissed her for her kindness she and what must have been her daughter had shown me and hurried back to the Jon’s parking lot.
Soon Peter was there in his sporty yellow car. I hopped in and we rode in tense silence for Sherman Oaks, 20 miles away. Peter has a huge heart and I knew he was feeling bad about not being able to help me more than this ride back to base. So I broke the silence with a recap of all the weird stuff I was going through. Peter, who runs holistic business called CreateYouHealth that’s packed with good info, asked, “Why do you think the beings don’t want you to be hypnotized?”
I thought as Peter, a good driver like most spirit people I meet, gracefully dodged traffic up the 101 for my home base in Sherman Oaks, the part of LA I always feel at home in. I answered, “The Angus galactic spirit is angry about my lack of faith after all he and the beings have seen and done with me. I feel like I am being fucked with. Punished like some kid and I don’t like it.”
Rather than looking at me like I was nuts Peter said, “You know, you can tell the beings that treatment is totally unacceptable to you. I know I did when they were messing with me.”
Tears welled in my eyes. Here was a brother doing all for me he could. Soon I was home and I gave Peter the best hug in a car I could manage.
I won’t bore you with the hellish 2 more hours of getting AAA to call Tom in Asia and then AAA losing the reference info and my having to go through the whole authorization again. The whole time it felt like the corporate shell game of taking our money and then making it difficult to use the services when you need them. I’ve done million dollar real estate deals that were less complicated than getting a tow as a guest car user.
After this painful 2 hours I needed to get myself back to the Saab again some 20 miles away. I called a few friends having my phone back in service again. In no time at all a beautiful light worker and friend came to my rescue and we made it back as the AAA tow truck just before they were ready to leave.
When I was all over my amazing friend offered dinner at El Tacito. I was trembling from the stress of the day and her solution was to hold my hand as we each downed big glasses of frosted amber Mexican beer. We had fun talking about the Shift. A fine end to a day of being lost in the Paradise of LA.
BTW, I am still way out of synch with this reality. Peter sensed it and said I need to realign my energy. In other words, I am causing the trouble not my guides. I am not quite in this dimension. In fact, I just reproofed this entire blog as what I had worked for 2 hours on in the second draft just vanished. So apologies if there are typos. Sigh….
And will I go for another try with Peter on the hypo therapy session? Yes, if I can truly know I believe in my heart all this is true and more than more overactive imagination, name of my production company in honor of a loving, if misguided, grandmother, who never tired of trying to break my belief in my visions as a child.