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ARMOR ATTIRE REQUIRED IN THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized2 Comments

“The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.” – Actor Steven Wright 1955

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Bill Sheetz 1928-2011

Before we start, the Bermuda Triangle Meditations were done at a time of dark emotional grief over the loss of my father.  I invite you to look upon my words as fictional therapy, fact on another plane of reality, or as both.

On the many rescheduled plane rides to attend my father’s sudden funeral from LA to Milwaukee, and then Milwaukee to Miami I’d read a powerful book THE ANCIENT SECRET OF THE FLOWER OF LIFE by Drunvalo Melchizedek, loaned to me by Laura De Leon of MyMysticMuse.com.

The book states :”The Bermuda Triangle… ( a failed ancient alien experiment is) a primary cause of much distortion in the world – the distortion between humans of war, marital problems, emotional disturbances, etc…. What they did in Atlantis was against all Galactic law… it will be solved, but not until 2012.”

Nadia Arevalo, who had so kindly invited me on the Global Information Network (GIN) trip as her guest, hosted a lovely dinner the first night aboard the ship and everyone  at our table was so kind about my Dad’s passing.   Here were wonderful people who wanted to meditate with DreamShield.  So easy.

So wrong.  Later Nadia and her friends and I could never coordinate getting together the entire trip.  Without cell phones, text and emails people have lost the ability to congregate.  We’d use messages on the cabin phones but never saw each other for the next three days.  And we weren’t the only friends aboard the gigantic ship, Majesty of the Seas, having this trouble.

So I ended up on my own for the Bermuda Triangle DreamShield, a daunting task.  I kept faith in the power of the angels. both earthly and celestial who have worked on solo missions with me for DreamShield in the past, would get the job done.  After all we had already had meditations to heal society from 9/11, oil addiction, earthquakes, asteroids, built a new universe, shifted the earth for solar flare protection and took back the city of angels from Hollywood and more.  Surely a little old triangle was no match for the angels’ planetary healing powers.  But the energy swirling in the sea felt like the cancer that had killed my father and this would turn out to be my most dangerous mediation so far.

I explored the 12 decks of the Royal Caribbean ship, Majesty of the Sea out of boredom and loneliness.  I was broken up about losing Dad.  I’d been brave for the family at the funeral that ended up coming just a day before this planned event and honored my father’s wishes for an Irish style of a party to celebrate his life.  But now I was doing the hard work of grieving his loss in this world.  I was glad to be alone with my sorrow now and thanked the angels for creating this privacy for me aboard the packed ship.

I kept traveling upwards through the giant vessel from deck 2, where I was bunked in a tiny internal cabin with no windows, as we steamed deeper and deeper into the triangle.

It was near midnight when I hit upper aft deck 12 and grinned at the site of all the cool and alien looking high tech communication gear.  Yeah.  As I approached the rail overlooking the Caribbean a man stood nearby, gazing peacefully at the moon reflecting off the waves that the mighty ship powered through.

“Beautiful  night.” He shouted over to me over the noise of the sea and radar gear.

“Be more so if we had some beautiful women with us, ” I answered gaining a chuckle from the stranger. I walked over and offered my hand.  “I’m Ken.”

“Bob,”he said shaking my hand.  Bob had a dreamy look of contentment on his face. “Enjoying the cruise so far?” He asked.

“Yeah, had a great dinner with Nadia Arevalo, who invited me and her pals.  Do you know her?”

“Don’t think so.  What level in GIN are you?”

“Guest.. I came to check it out and for some R&R and do some work for a project called DreamShield.”

“What’s DreamShield?” he asked.

“We do planetary healing meditation to help bring about a gentle 2012.”

“So the word’s not ending in 2012 like the Mayans predict?”

“The Mayans never said that. Hollywood gave them a bum rap.”

“Figures,” Bob laughed.

“But there will be an end to the world as it exists today when the new Golden Age that we are entering fully takes hold.”

“I like that,” Bob smiled.

A dark cloud  covered the moon.  Looking up I remarked still surprised by signs this mission gets,”Cool, that cloud is shaped just like an angel.”

“Perfect. Just like the angel that was on my Christmas tree I just took down.”

“This sort of this is my cue to do some work.  Care to join me in a meditation?”

Bob smiled and started to leave, “Enjoy yourself.  I am going to my cabin to pray.  Good luck.”

We shook hands and Bob was gone.  I was alone again, the entire deck to myself.  Little did I know it would be the last decent conversation I would have aboard this ship.  I felt embarrassed that Bob, who seemed so open, did not want to work with me.

I’d read that there are three ruined artificial Merkabahs that are a failed Atlantis experiment that caused humanity’s fall from Galactic civilization.  I picked a spot by the deck’s compass.  The compass face looked the diameter to the ancient flower of life pattern on the book covered the Laura had loaned me, the building block of all matter in this universe.  I placed Laura’s book upon the compass.  Sure enough the circle of life was a perfect fit.

Something instantly shifted.  I could sense the wild energy of the Bermuda Triangle rise up against me.  It was like a hum that rippled through my being, despite my father’s invisible ethereal armor.

The moon vanished behind dark rain clouds.  No sign of stars.  Just lonely blackness as a wind began to whip up.  I called in the angels for the work.  The deck was full of chairs and I sensed an angel occupying each one feeding their me blue light power through out stretched hands.  One of those angels was may father.

“Thanks for this cool armor you gave me, Dad.” I shouted to him. I felt my new armor glow red as it fully powered up.

“You’re gonna need it, son.  This is some nasty shit.”

Using blue light power fed to me through the celestials, I willed the main front satellite ball, about 10 feet in diameter, rocketing of to the north-most point of the triangle where a Merkabah 1 (a 3 D tetrahedrom like the one picture here) was spinning out of control in Bermuda.  This I knew from the angels was worst of the three artificial alien Merkabahs.  The one that had sunk Atlantis.  We used this sophisticated piece of the satellite gear, placed here by the angels for this work when this ship was built years ago, and sent it into Merkabah 1 to draw off it’s wild energy.

The angels, dad and me sent two other hunk of ship’s gear rocketing back to the western tip of the triangle in Miami and ahead to Costa Rico  in the east.  These were smaller, less unstable so the smaller ship’s radar gear did nice work.

I realized that this work was so intense it it could not all be done in one night.  Deck 12, the angels told me, is where I’d be doing meditations each of the three nights.  Grateful that my father’s gift of ethereal armor had protected me for this meditation, I went straight to bed.

Story of night’s 2 &3 in the Bermuda Triangle are live!

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DA’S GIFT: ETHERAL AMROR

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“Proceed without fear of peril!” – A motto my father William Kenneth Sheetz lived by

DreamBlogger – Kenneth William Sheetz

After some tough work of rearranging my travel plans to attend my father’s the funeral in Wisconsin, I found myself walking the gangplank to go on a cruise in the Bahamas.  A cruise I could have canceled as a death in the family would have easily let me out of the penalty for cancellation.  So why was I here?

Let’s back-up to last week while my father walked in the twilight between life and death and paid me a visit.  Dad was a steel worker most of his working life and he made me an amazing suit of armor.  “DreamShield is about a gentle 2012, but gentle don’t mean weak, ” Dad instructed me. “Put this armor on. You need it for the work of 2012 and beyond.”

This was no ordinary suit of armor my father fashioned for me.  It’s silver and shines a powerful red energy from within .  As Dad put the armor on me it bonded like a second skin.  The helmet adjusted to cover the bridge of my nose.  “Wow, thanks, Dad!” I said, sounding like my kid-self on Christmas.  Dad smiled proudly and was gone.

When I arrived at Milwaukee’s Mitchell Field Airport at Midnight, two days before the funeral, my brother picked me up.  It was an icy  8 degrees and I was frozen, having adapted to LA’s warm winters.

After sleeping in late the next day, my brother drove me up to Dad’s amazing place he rebuilt from scratch in his 70s, where I was to help my stepmother prepare for the funeral.

On the way, my brother and I got some lunch (I wish I’d listened and had the burgers).  We talked about Dad who was bear one minute and a lamb the next.  But we got through all that because we knew Dad loved us.  Lunch done, my brother and me bought flowers for Dad’s funeral from he and me and our baby brother Bruce.  We covered our baby brother’s share because he’s Jehovah Witness and funerals are not in the playbook.

Arriving at the Sheetz home in Jefferson, Jackie, my lovely stepmother, 15 year dad’s junior, was very happy to see us.  My brother and Jackie had become a lot closer since my father’s losing battle with cancer but he excused himself quickly to pick up suit for the funeral, which he was buying the moment my father died.  Psychic runs in the family.

I walked about the house. unpacking my things for the funeral visit, and Jackie called to me, wondering if I’d like some coffee.  We got separated in the circular traffic pattern and she laughed, “This silly layout.  Your father and I did this all the time, losing each other in this big home” Tears welled in Jackie’s eyes.  She fell into my arms and wept, “I never thought your father would die.  I don’t know how I’ll go on without him.”

I took Jackie’s tear streaked face in my hands and looked her deep in the eyes and said, “You don’t need to go on without him, Jackie.  Dad not dead.  He’s just on another plane of reality.  Would you like to do a mediation with me and visit him?”

“Right now? We can do that?!”

I nodded and gently took her to the kitchen where we sat down by the picture windows.  We held hands while the lovely birds pecked seeds from the feeders.  I explained the power of the OM for dimensional travel. After three OMs Jackie and I were in Ireland, the magical land of my father’s family roots.  There sat Dad perched on a boulder overlooking the emerald countryside, not so emerald this time of year but still gorgeous.  Dad pointed to a flock of sheep and shushed us to speak softly.

“Well, I finally made it here.  Had to die to do it.” I spoke to Jackie on my dad’s behalf.

“Oh that’s him!” Said Jackie. “Always the kidder.”

“Jackie, I want you to do whatever you want with the property.  40 acres is a lot for one woman to care for.  Hard for me to help you from this side.  And one more thing.”

“Yes, Bill?” asked  Jackie softly.

“Give Kenny a kick in the pants for me.”

Jackie and I had a great laugh as we ended the meditation.  We opened our eyes and I could see Jackie was feeling much better.

The next day the funeral was lovely Irish celebration of my father’s life, just as he wanted it to be.  Over 100 people came to pay respects from all across Wisconsin and America.

Wiliam Kenneth Sheetz 1928-2011

Shortly before the funeral I hesitated about going on the cruise, but Dad visited me and we went on our first DreamShield mission together to raise a star ship hidden beneath the great pyramid at Giza in Egypt.  Dad has been blessed with upgrades to all his skills as welder and mechanic and he fixed that star ship for the work of DreamShield in no time flat.

“This flying saucer’s gonna come in mighty handy.” Dad proudly told me as we flew the ship to a new secret base for the work of a gentle 2012. “Go to the Bermuda Triangle on this cruise, son.  We got work to do.”

Funny, I’d not even know the cruise would take me in deep into the Bermuda Triangle — a failed ancient astronaut experiment according to experts that is responsible for wars and great strife upon our world — but Dad knew.  I was off to do a planetary healing that with my “Da” and I’d soon learn why he’d given me armor as protection against a storm of dark energy we’d battle together as father and son in the Bahamas.

And I know Dad will be with me as I journey to Nashville 2/12/11 for a critical DreamShield mission to cure the earth’s people of addiction.   Simply sign up at this link on Facebook and be part of the dawn of the Golden Age of humanity.  And it’s going to be fun! Lee McCormick is a great host and we have one of the top ET experts, Dr. Sarah Larsen and addiction guru Bradley Quick as speakers.  I’m going to try my first sweat lodge.  No photos, I promise.

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The Dream Must Go On

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized1 Comment

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.  William Shakespeare

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

My father, William Kenneth Sheetz, age 82, passed away today after a 3 month battle with cancer.  He died peacefully at home after the doctors felt his cancer was hopeless and sent Bill, as he liked to be called, home to hospice.

For the past few weeks my father’s spirit has traveled between the world of the living and the dead, looking in on me many times out here in Hollywood many times.

Once while I was at radio show called Life Changes with Filippo, with medium Suzane Norhtrop.  Suzane asked the audience, “Is there someone here who has father who has passed or may be in the process of passing?”  I raised my hand and Suzane said, “Your father wants you to know that he’s sorry he made some mistakes as a father but that he did the best he could.  He did not have a good example he says because his father died so young.”  I was breathless.

At the 1.1.11 New Year’s Day meditation I could feel Dad enjoying the infinity cookies we made a new universe from.

At 1.4.11 The Solar Flare mediation I felt my father, a welder, let me look through his welding helmet’s dark glass, as he did when I was a child, deep into the sun.

At the 1.11.11 TAKING BACK THE CITY OF ANGELS meditation this week I felt my father join our circle at the Hollywood sign during the meditation and make eyes at Marilyn Monroe.

This morning I was in a DreamShield planning meeting with Laura when she said, “I strongly feel you father’s presence.  And he says he likes me.” Just a few minutes later I got the call that 30 minutes after he was granted last rites that my father had passed.

Bill Sheetz, my father, was raised Irish so he wouldn’t want you to feel sad for his leaving us for his angelic work of 2012.  Rather he’d like you to celebrate his long, vibrant and adventurous life with a toast to life in this amazing world he loves so much, now and forever.

And today I felt my father wanting to me to take DreamShield to Ireland and to kiss the Blarney Stone, which inspired this tribute video to my “da”.

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1.1.11 Happy New Age!

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Abraham Lincoln, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized1 Comment
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”
— Julia Child

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Confession:  For a guy who runs a social media company I’ve not been very social.  But I found my groove at the groovy 1.1.11 Butterfly Meditation DreamShield event at diva Laura De Leon’s amazing home with her amazing hubby Bob Jenkis, who is one of Hollywood’s top editors, and the help of the always playful Dr. Sarah Larsen.

At the global 10.10.10 event I spent the better part of my time hiding behind the camera and in my hotel room running the 24 hour webcast on my Mac.   But 1.1.11 was different.  I am stepping up into my role as a spiritual leader and visionary, shy though I still am.

To help me step up, Laura did some amazing healing on me, one where I could see in my mind’s eye that she removed a dragon of red energy that was wrapped around my core.  Visit Laura at MysticMuse.com And with Sarah at Dr.SarahLarsen.com, who guides me to be more social almost daily.  Add to that since Mt. Shasta, with Marta and Mica where we’ve held a place of love that we are keeping up through the  solar eclipse on 1.4.11 and beyond.

More prep, Sarah and I went on a huge shopping trip on 12/31/11 and gathered the list of stuff for the 1.1.11 party only to learn at the cashiers they did not take Visa, the card my roomie loaned me, and Sarah had forgotten her wallet.  Costco was kind enough to put our cart in storage and we headed to Laura’s for a rehearsal and we swung back for the stuff later and I kept my cool.

This may not sound like a big deal. But my style of work as a producer, and former real estate developer who built Oprah’s studios, is all about precision through plans, schedules and budgets. So in the past this Costco hiccup would have freaked me out.  Instead, I enjoyed the comedy and beauty of the coming together of all this.  Sarah is about going with the flow and Laura is a meticulous performer.  So we made a great team for this important event.  It was such an honor to stand beside a great performer and healer like Laura De Leon, the band and Sarah.  There no more hiding in the New Age.

Here’s a taste of the amazing Butterfly meditation party at Casa De Leon.

And let me share the vision I had during the meditation and a promise to share in the moment for the next event tomorrow, the solar flare meditation on 1.4.11, we formed a new universe with the power of the Infinity Cookies for our friends here on earth to explore and enjoy. 1.1.11 was the birth of the Butterfly Universe!

Here’s the recipe for the heavenly DreamShield Infinity cookies that came from the Celestials.  Make some of your own and grow the Butterfly Universe!  Special thanks to Nadia Avalero for cooking this up based on the recipe from above.

DreamShield Infinity Cookies: Love is the Secret Ingredient

DREAMSHIELD INFINITY COOKIE

Organic, Raw, Vegan 

1 cup Chia seeds
…1/2 cup Shredded coconut
1 cup Walnuts
1/2 cup Sugar Cane Crystals
1/4 cup Coconut Oil
TT Cinnamon
Pinch Sea Salt
TT Sesame seeds
Water, to consistency

Separately finely grind chia seeds, coconut shreds and walnuts in coffee grinder. Mix all with melted coconut oil, water (add mixture is too dry), sugar crystals, cinnamon and sea salt.

Form into desired infinite shape with infinite love. Top with sesame seeds and refrigerate. Enjoy when solidified!

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Angels Want to Party

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.” – Albert Einstein

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

I finished the previous blog post at exactly midnight and got into bed hoping for a good night’s sleep as tomorrow is the Butterfly Meditation.  But I was woken at 2:22 AM to do a “data transmission” meditation.  Seems we mortals don’t need as much sleep in the New Age.

This is a night photo of LA from space that I was directed to post for you, dear reader.  See the Butterfly?

I thought the name for our meditation came to our team because of the cocoon to butterfly thing. Old age to New age stuff. But angels work on many levels and dimensions at once.  And so I now know we picked the butterfly name for today’s planetary meditation because there’s huge quantum physics are work here to shift us into a gentle 2012.  We are being given the tools to reshape reality through quantum physics and raising our vibrational frequency.

Through Dr. Sarah Larsen and an amazing 6 hour physics video she armed me with, I am up to date and the solution to Einstein’s unified field theory and how its been totally worked out by today’s brilliant scientists.

You’ve not seen or heard much of this in mainstream media because they have not woken up yet to how what infinite vast beings we really are and how interconnected we all really are.

Long and short of it is that every person has trillion of atoms that they are made of and at the center of each of a black hole. We are literally flicker in and out of existence millions of time per second, at the speed of light. Considering that film created the illusion of reality at 24 flickers per second, imagine how tiny of a fraction of the universe we really only see… so far. Watch, these science people, they tell it way better than me.

So the Butterfly Meditation all fit together now. We are infinite beings the are the event horizon for the infinite large outside us and infinite small within, all of us butterflies.

OK, last thing, before I go back to bed if the Celestials guiding DreamShield will let me sleep. 2011 is the year we will solve all the programs used to scramble earth’s chakras. All the programs can be undone and are hidden in ancient myths. Put into our consciousness for this work. After half an hour of meditation where my eagle-self soared over the Middle East, for what I thought was a meditation on peace.  Instead I was given this info by our team guide Ramses who been blowing my mind since guiding the meditation for Mt. Shasta in the pyramid guided by Sarah Wellborne.

TOWER OF BABEL

The Bible's Tower of Babel

Trance

Oscillator

Wave

Erratic

Randomizer

Orion

Fragmentary

Babylonian

Angelic

Barrier

Enchantment

Laser

Rames, who speaks to me as a great father figure, tells us the real Tower of Babel was in Brazil and was a space elevator, a way people on earth got off world. This was millions of years ago when we were given the keys to some primitive ships to explore our solar system by the ancients who helped shape our race’s DNA.  But we showed we deemed not ready and the space elevator was dismantled and our chakras were all scrambled to give us time to evolve to where we are right now, on the threshold of manifesting a better tomorrow.  This ancient tale eventually became the Bible, story of the Tower of Babel.

We’ve learned from cracking the Merlin code on the Mt. Shasta mission, the head charkra, that we must find counter codes to the above. I’ll leave that to the team. But once we crack it we will have better communication with the angels and the celestial beings guiding the work of a gentle 2012.

Night. Sorry for any typos. I’ll fix them when I am awake.  Over out.

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A Cool Change New Year’s Eve Meditation

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Abraham Lincoln, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Be at war with yourself your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each New Year find you a better man. – Benjamin Franklin

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

1/1/11 Updated 11/10/12

Saddest update ever.  After a sudden battle with Cancer DreamShield booster Bradley Quick passed on 10.22.12.  Here this the link to the story of my Uturn on the road to Antarctica 12.12.12 to see him one last time before he transitioned to the higher realms.  Bradley is not gone, he’s just made a cool change.

Follow Bradley’s lead.  Support the coolest meditation ever.  This older post appearing on page 1 on Google.  A message from Bradley:)

From 1/1/11

What a lovely day it’s been today preparing for the Butterfly Meditation tomorrow at Laura De Leon’s lovely home and with Dr. Sarah Larsen, for the New Year’s Day DreamShield Butterfly Meditation.  As I look back on how 2010 unfolded its like reading a great novel.

2010 began with the economy worsening and feelings of great insecurity for us all.  I was low on cash and stranded in New Mexico with my roommate’s family.  I was alone and miserable over losing my home, my car, my stuff and my dog in 2009.  Yet I was oddly happy.

How could I be happy having lost everything in the world, stuck in New Mexico painting my then roomate’s house for free that did not belong to me while not being able to afford being home with my family?  The answer is that I had learned somehow through all this that my happiness lay within me and not in external things.   As I got back to LA I began in earnest to do my best to rebuild my life.  My roommate had to give up on Hollywood for a while and regroup in New Mexico.  And after a rocky sudden departure that nearly left me homeless I ended up on the doorstep of Bradley Quick and his Cool Change Foundation.

In return for couch surfing for two weeks I’d agreed to social media for Bradley, a motivational speaker and radio talk show host that uses media to battle substance abuse.  The cause caught fire in my heart and my little enterprise BuzzBroz donated a dozen videos when I’d only promised 2.  When my two weeks was up and I was getting ready to leave Bradley asked me to extend the arrangement until I whenever I felt it had run its course.  That was – 10 months, 70 videos, 5,000 twitter followers, a LiveStream Channel, A Facebok fan page and half a million YouTube views for the Cool Change Foundation – ago.

With Bradley every day is an adventure as he endeavors to get the word out to more and more people via BuzzBroz.  He’s going to be broadcasting live 5 days a week in early 2011 and it’s amazing to watch and help him put that together.

Dr. Sarah Laren and Crystal, host of the 3/13/11 Oneness Meditation

And its through Bradley’s love and support I have come to find my passion and purpose in life with DreamShield.  All roads on this project lead back to Bradley’s unselfish introductions in return for all the help I have donated to his charity.  The chain went like this Bradley introduces me to Dorothy Donahue, Filippo Voltaggio and Connie Miller.  This leads to my trip to Italy in May and my angel activation in the first DreamShield by the healer Guila at Santa Maria Del Sole.  On return to the US I talk to Barnet Bain, Sarah Larsen, Mica Monet and Ramon Goves, who I met via Dorothy and Fillipo and they convince me to share the vision of a gentle 2012 and the mission to honor the DreamShield on 10/10/10.  A global web event with, Spirit Recovery, a sponsor out of Nashville, Lee McCormick, who I also met via Bradley lets DreamShield, only 3 months old be seen across the world in all 24 times zones with live events in Nashville, LA, Greece and Itlay broadcast on YouTube and LiveStream.  The stars are the limit for this work for 2012 and beyond.

Ken Sheetz and Laura De Leon

Funny thing is that I was thinking on 10/10/10 that this was end of DreamShield until 11/11/11 and 12/12/12 when I am further activated via lunch meeting with Isabella Stoloff that booms into a 11/1/10 mediation followed by a huge slate of planetary meditations.  And then Dr. Sarah Larsen emerges as a key partner in the DreamShield work and brings in so many people here in the city of angels for the mission.  The scope and majesty of the work is beyond anything I expected but involves extensive travel I had not budgeted for and my cash runs low.  And again Bradley steps up to lend a financial hand, keeping the work alive, me fed and working.

The year ends with planetary meditations to reduce earthquakes, deflect asteroids and healing of the ozone layer and preparations for an amazing 1/1/11 New Year’s Day meditation hosted by singer Laura De Leon at her lovely home with amazing husband Bob and the wonderful Dr. Larsen and I helping her pull it together.

In 2011 I resolve to continue to donate a big chunk of time to Bradley’s charity with the majority of my time going that with the DreamShield.  But Bradley’s loves and supports the work because what could be a cooler change for his Cool Change Foundation than the change DreamShield that he helped start is bring about for a gentle 2012?

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MERLIN AT THE DREAM INN

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, UFO, Uncategorized1 Comment

No man, no matter how great, can know his destiny.  He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold.  –  From the ScyFy TV Series MERLIN

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

The all night 9 hour ride from LA passes quickly and smoothly on a cloud of joy and love.  After a snowy ride into Mt. Shasta and breakfast at the Black Bear Cafe, our 4 person part of the dream team heads over the Woodsman Inn to check in.  But the rooms we had booked are not ready because the heavy snows kept the housecleaning staff away.

After checking with the Dream Inn where I had stayed in November we are all set.  Dr. Sarah Larsen, Mica Monet and Marta all love the fact we have a floor of a house all to ourselves; complete with a two bedrooms, a full bath, kitchen, living room and dinning room, all filled with spiritual knickknacks.

Mt. Shasta’s pure air fills me with energy.  And even after going 36 hours without sleep Sarah and I venture across the street and film this video.  Sorry for the time warp in the title.  I was going to fix it but I love the fact it’s 12/20/2012, eve of the New Age.  A Shasta Vortex adventure indeed!

Filming finally made me became sleepy.  After 36 hours without sleep I was out like a light.  This was perfect as we were going to be up most of the night for meditation in a lunar eclipse meditation pyramid that was built on 9/9/09, just for groups like our looking to raise Earth’s vibration.

I began to dream about reporting to the Galactic Council in a giant auditorium in a great cavern beneath Mt. Shasta…

M.E.R.L.I.N.

Ben Stiller from The Oscars

The snow storm and cloud cover was doing a fantastic job of hiding our spaceships that had come for this meeting. A meeting of all the worlds fostering intelligent life in this galaxy to take a vote on Earth’s freedom and admission as a protected world of the Galactic Federation.

I am once again Ohom, a 7 foot tall blue being with wings, pleading before the full council of a rainbow of alien races.  A few creatures bigger than whales, housed in great tanks, are scattered in an alien crowd that George Lucas would love.  I almost wake up to my human Ken Sheetz form at that thought but fight to remain with the council as Ohom.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Galactic Federation Council, I implore you to vote with your hearts. Vote for Earth, not only as protected world, but to lift the veil of forgetfulness from all its inhabitants.”

Grak, my Reptilian nemesis interrupts me, as always, “Madame Chairman!  Can we please stop this infernal game?  I weary over a program Ohom himself designed, put himself into and forgot he forgot.  The cursed MERLIN.”

All eyes of the council turn to me.

“I was Merlin?”  I say.

A Lumarian in the front row can no longer contain his laughter and soon the entire cavern beneath Mt. Shasta roars with the thunderous laughter of thousands of beings from all across the galaxy.

Grak glares at the Lumarian who stops laughing along with the crowd, “MERLIN is not a person but a program.  A cursed program that you yourself devised to create the veil of forgetfulness.  The legend of Merlin was created as a way to help you remember on this very day.”

“Ha.  You can’t toy with me, Grak.”  I say not sounding very confident.

More roars of laughter before I can open my mouth again.  A stab of pain takes me to my knees and the laughter stops.  And suddenly I remember…

“Dear God, MERLIN.  It wrote the code.  M.E.R.L.I.N.: MIND, ERASING, RANDOMIZER, LINEAR….  LINEAR.  Too painful.  Can’t remember the rest.”

Grak leans over me, his snake like tongue darts out.  For a second it’s terrifying but then I see the pity in his orange and black eyes. “LINEAR, INFINITE, NULLIFIER.  That last part of the spell, old friend, your spell for confusing the head Chakra of the Earth, has nullified you from seeing all the good my Reptilian race has done for this world and for you.”

“But you killed Cara.  Last council!”

My lover, beautiful Cara, stands in the crowd and giggles and blows me a kiss. “Ohom! Here I am!”

“How?!” I shout overjoyed.

“The Randomizer part of your damn Merlin program, it bedazzles the mind with false memories.  I’d no sooner kill Cara than you, old friend. Remember our young days in Atlantis? Think!” Shouts Grak into my face while shaking me with his great strength.

A thousand memories flood into my mind in an instant: A young Ohom and a young Grak swimming with Dolphins, playing dice in a casino on the moon, teaching caveman humans to make fire…

“Yes!  Grak, my brother! How can I have forgotten?” Now it’s my eyes that fill with tears.  Tears of shame.

Grak hugs me to him.  He’s nearly 2 feet shorter and his skin feels like a basketball I had as the human child Ken Sheetz.

Grak’s dazzling Reptilian eyes look up to me, “Wanna know the really sad thing, Ohom?”  To my fervent nod Grak says,”Come sunrise you forget about MERLIN and we will all Randomize and start this nightmare over again for the millionth time.”

Cara shouts from the now somber crowd.  “We are all stuck in an endless jumbled non-linear time loop, Ohom.  You must crack the Merlin code to free not just Earth, but the Universe.”

But before I can ask how to begin a sound wakes me with a start that takes away my breath.

KNOCK, KNOCK!  BACK AT THE DREAM INN

I awake, back at Dream Inn, Ken Sheetz an aging overweight filmmaker once again.  Me.

I stumble around in the dark looking for where the knocks are coming from.  Dr. Sarah Larsen and Mica, Marget are nowhere in site. I remember they have headed off for a hot spring. I open the door and a lovely woman, covered in snow, introduces herself as Saralise.

Saralise is passionate about the great work she is doing in Mt. Shasta as she urgently speaks to me.  But with only 2 hours sleep her words are not getting through to me.  She tries to brief me on Mt. Shasta’s important mission in the New Age to come but she may as well be briefing a brick wall.

Soon the dream team ladies are back and all are chatting with Saralise  All this is a blur to me as I write.  The dream of the MERLIN Program is more clear and shocking.

“I am crazy?” I wonder in my dream addled mind to myself as the girls chatter. To imagine I was an alien responsible for so much misery on this world caused by our forgetfulness of past life experience is a horrible shock.  It’s then I realize that this revelation is more the reason for my disconnect with Saralise than the exhaustion of the 9 hour ride from LA.

We have a little time left for some late dinner before our planetary meditation in the 20 person capacity plywood pyramid and head off for a Thai restaurant in town in the snow.

As the snow whip at the windshield like shooting stars and my dream team of light workers chatter I am happy knowing my life has become more exciting than any movie or dream.  It’s the dawn of the new era in human consciousness and we are in Mt. Shasta to meditate on healing the ozone layer.

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Stormy Road to Mt. Shasta Turns Sunny

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized2 Comments

“Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn’t, it is of no use.”  – Carlos Castandea

DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz, AKA “Eagliscious”

Marta, Dr. Sarah Larsen, Mica Monet and little Cloe

Only a little over a month ago I was at Mt. Shasta with a sweet Hollywood producing couple Cali and Chris Rosen to meet 10/10/10 sponsor Lee McCormick.  Until Lee’s timely invite I’d only heard of Shasta as a soda pop.  Now, here I was on December 19th tossing my stuff into Dr. Sarah Larsen’s minivan, on my way to American spiritual mecca Mt. Shasta to pop some power into the DreamShield.

Our planetary Mt. Shasta mission: Heal the ozone layer and start the battle to rescue humankind from cancer.  A cancer that is at this very moment threatening to kill my father and a close family member of Sarah Larsen’s.

It is raining heavily as I hop into the van with Mica Monet, an amazing hypnotherapist and healer who can channel higher powers.  I am happy as this gives our team the advantage of direct spiritual communications for this Mt. Shasta healing journey.  As I take the wheel I am concerned that this Shasta trip does not coincide to the binary dates that have become the pattern of the events.  Dr. Larsen, a palm reader and holistic doctor, had convinced me the trip was a must based on the coinciding of the lunar eclipse and winter solstice, but I am worried about driving in such horrible weather.

The psychic Mica Monet sits up front beside me.  Mica is, like so many people I meet in this work, male and female alike, is as beautiful on the inside as the outside. Mica’s serene beauty takes my mind off the road and relaxes me a bit.

Earlier that day I opened the energy to power this mission to Mt. Shasta in the middle of a rain storm in NoHo park, rain that was flooding the coastal areas of California.

Mica meditated that the storms would clear and, sure enough, after we crossed the mountains of Simi valley the rain became less, and with the help of a new windshield wiper I purchased from a gas station along the way, we had clear road vision for the vision work ahead.

Mica plays navigator for this trip. As the road spins out before us I recall missions in deep space where I am captain of a planetary scale spaceship and she my navigator.  Mica is planning to do a lot of inner child work and self love development in her practice in 2011.  So she chose to warm our 4 person dream team up with a meditation on what we most loved about our self.

My dear father was drill sergeant in the Korean War.  His lack a father from the age of 8 in his life meant my dad had learned all his nurturing skills from the U.S. Army.  What a drill sergeant does to make a obedient solider is to tear them apart in boot camp, making my childhood 21 year-long boot camp.  So I welcomed Mica’s exercise as she started off with, “I love my big beautiful brown eyes.”

“I love my nose,” softly offered the sweet and shy Mexican American Marta, a client of Dr. Larsen’s, from the back seat.

“I love how I love life,” said Dr. Larsen, grateful for Mica’s love meditation.

Now it was my turn and I was stumped.  But everyone waited patiently.  As a child my father told me I had “fat ugly lips” so I finally started with, “I love my full and sensuous lips.”  Immediately I felt my spirit brighten and the inner child within me smile.

Sarah Larsen, giving up time to be with her family for the holidays to do this vital planetary healing work, chimed in, “I love the beautiful family I’ve created with Greg where we all live in bliss.”

On and on for the first hour of the 9 hour trip we spoke of what we each love about ourselves. And with each answer became funnier and funnier until we were all laughing hysterically.

My last self-love was for an amazing a scalp condition that causes my hair to fall out in clumps when stressed.  The hair then grows back white.  My head’s been doing this natural tattoo work for the past dozen years.  In the past I’ve masked the calico of white patches with hair dye.   But every summer I take a break from the hair dying and check what patterns emerge on my head.

7 years ago when I moved from Chicago I discovered a map of North and South America.  I’ve lost the picture or I’d share it with you here.  I had no idea what to make of that and showed it to my brother who will tell you, photo or no, I am not making any of this up.

So here I am 7 years later in a minivan with three angelic DreamShield planetary healers on a mission thankful for a scalp condition I found embarrassing for a dozen year saying, “I love the eagle shaped hair pattern on my head.  People spend fortunes for tattoos and here I grew my own!”

The ladies had me turn on the minivan’s dome light to show them the eagle made of hair.  Their giggles prompted me to add. “I’m eaglicious!”

The trip quickly passed with fun and work on self-love and self discovery.  We did one of my favorite exercises from SoulDrama where you tell you childhood superhero and then have that hero speak about how they help you even today to achieve things and protect you.  Mine is Superman, Sarah’s is Wonder Woman along with Marta and Mica.  Mica rethought and made her hero the Bionic Woman.

Eventually Dr. Larsen’s dream team of super heroes got drowsy at the end of the 9 hour ride.  Mica and Marta were sound asleep as we hit a blizzard about an hour out from Mt Shasta City.  But I am from the midwest where snow driving is a normal thing.  Now, after a stressful last hour filled, we arrive safe and sound in the winter wonderland of Mt. Shasta at 6 AM as the sky was just getting light.

After a breakfast at the Black Bear Cafe we set off to get into our rooms and join with the other amazing members of the dream team that have journeyed from as far off as Arkansas for this vital mission to heal the ozone layer and battle cancer.

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ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE @ MT. SHASTA

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Planetary Meditations, UFO, Uncategorized2 Comments

There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done. Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung. – The Beatles – Lennon and McCartney

11.16.10 – Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

A few weeks ago I was thrilled to have enough dough to buy an Ipod with portable speakers to use in the planetary meditations.  I promptly went over to Itunes via WiFi to buy some music.   A child of the 60s, the first purchase I of course made was my favorite Beatles songs including, “All You Need is Love”. Imagine my horror when I discovered Apple did not sell original Beatles music and what I heard coming through my headset was a bad cover band imitation!   Sigh.  Well, now just a few weeks later we have the Beatles for real on Itunes.

Everything was for real when it came time for the 4th and final meditation at Mt. Shasta. My dream team that I’d gotten to know so well on the trip, Cali Rossen and Chris Rossen, a Hollywood power couple, were, like any couple married 17 years, having a few problems in their relationship. But those problems are small and I envy this couple that have stood by each other through thick and thin in this hellish economy. I’d been guided before we even left LA that Cali and Chris’ love was going to be the basis of the Planetary Love Meditation.

Cali scouted up a wonderful spot, a boardwalk built over a marsh behind the charming town of Mt. Shasta that led to a reflecting pond where the mountain shimmered. As we set up to do the work and lit some incense sticks that Dave at the Dream Inn had given Cali, a pair of Mallard ducks, male and female, paddled by.  Yes, it was a perfect romantic location for this work and this time rather than an “ohm” meditation I felt a “wow” meditation was in order for this wow couple.

As our Mt. Shasta trio “Wowed” together my mind ran back to the amazing “Wow Meditation” at the closing for 10/10/10. I’ve never felt so much love as when that meditation ended and the group of about 100 people joined in a group hug of me, Dr. Sarah Larsen and Dr. Robert Cassar.  Here’s a look back at 10/10/10 and the vision in Italy that got DreamShield started back in May of 2010.

PLANETARY LOVE MEDITATION

I snap back to the present at Mt. Shasta and feel the love of 10/10/10 connect to the love of Cali and Chris here on 11/11/10, another of the amazing binary dates prescribed for these meditations eons ago. Angels have no sense of time and these binary dates and times are the ideal way we can access their power to create planetary scale meditations.

As our 11 wows complete I feel the awesome presence of the angels about us in the clouds above and on the mountain peaks.  I saw a pink ball appear over Mt. Shasta, much like the one the Good Witch of the North flew to Dorothy in the “Wizard of Oz”.  Now the pink ball floats down from Mt. Shasta to surround Cali and Chris in pink bliss.

Our three person dream team concentrated on growing the ball of pink love. It grew rapidly big enough to encompass the other three meditation sites in the Mt. Shasta area.  Planetary meditations where we reduced earthquake/tectonic  activity, volcanic activity and gained the protection of earth from asteroids with the help of tiny celestial beings called the Nanonites.  And you can read all about these three other planetary meditations in the blog index.

Today, 11/11/10 at 11:11 AM, Love was our mission, love for the world, love between all people. The pink ball grew to meet the DreamShield on the edge of our atmosphere, surrounding earth in bliss amongst the stars.

At this heavenly moment, the marsh seemed to smell like a pineapple field in Hawaii.  I don’t have much a sense of smell so this filled me with joy.

I saw the blue string of the incense sticks Cali and Chris held connect them with blue angel energy like I first saw join our group of 20 in Puglia Italy where the DreamShield came to life.

I asked Cali and Chris to kiss. What a kiss!  Sorry no filming:)  Ah, there was so much love, I felt like a preacher doing a wedding.

Angel fairies giggled and glided over the pond as the lovers kissed a kiss for the whole world.

To close the Love Meditation, Cali took one of her sacred stones she had found 10 years ago in Italy, an amazing gray stone with a white cross in its heart, and placed it inside a waterfall at that led from the marsh, fed by the snows of Mt. Shasta, and visualized the love from her kiss with her husband of 17 years reaching all the oceans of the earth.

After some packing up, we departed the Dream Inn, made a quick stop at Castle Crag park to run the Rossen’s pair of dogs, who were both so good the whole trip they deserved a reward of chasing each other thought the forest.  After I have a free Reiki session to reward the Rosens we were on our way back to LA.  On the nine hour drive home I had time to reflect on the Mt. Shasta planetary meditations, each a huge success.  I laughed at myself for thinking the work of 10/10/10 would be over for me and DreamShield for about a year.  Here it was a month after 10/10/10 and I’d now conducted 5 intimate scale planetary meditations.

As I got back to The Cool Change Foundation, where I live in a modest studio for my work, and donate a lot of work above and beyond what pays my rent, I realized DreamShield is something that is not only beneficial to the world but the people, including me, that do the work.  The angels have huge plans for 11/11/11 and 12/12/12, but there are amazing spiritual adventures in between, at intimate scale events, to savor.

And I can’t wait for my return to Mt. Shasta for the total lunar eclipse, the last of the old Mayan calendar on December 19-22.  Only one week away.  This spiritual expedition, hosted by Dr. Sarah Larsen and me, will comprise a dream team of 9 amazing people.  And Sarah, a third generation palmist an holistic doctor, has been planning amazing treats for this dream team, from mineral spring baths to visits to a new pyramid for the eclipse.

Will we have more meditation visions of UFOs and angels?  Stay tuned and remember ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE. The link here takes you to the real Beatles version.

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Tiny Dancers at The Dream Inn

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Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

– Excerpt from TINY DANCER by Elton John

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

Richard Hite's Gongs before the fireplace at The Woodman's Lodge in Mt. Shasta

The fireplace is the only light  as we listen to gongs played Richard Hite, sonic healer, courtesy of Lee McCormick, a DreamShield sponsor via Spirit Recovery.  Play this short sample of Richard’s gong meditaion music while you read to get into the mood we were in at the Woodsman’s Lodge in Mt. Shasta.

I’ve searched the web and here’s the closest picture I can give you of the vision of an infinity of triangles I saw during Richard’s gong meditation, except in my vision the triangles were rainbow colored and dotted with tiny UFOs, no bigger than points of light.

After the gong meditation, for which words can’t describe how peaceful it made me feel, Richard Hite agrees to join our 11:11 PM mediation despite the fact he’s tired from a 37 hour road trip to bring his gongs to Mt. Shasta from Nashville.  Lee on the other hand is sadly pooped.  No wonder after the strain of being host to 20 people from Peru and Nashville.

After Lee gracefully bows out for the night, I share my excitement with Richard that we are going to meet a microscopic race of celestial beings tonight in our meditation.  I catch Chris’ “Yeah right” smirk.  But I don’t resent Chris for his skeptism, much as it annoys me, because I was right where he was just a few short months ago.

We never got to meet anyone at Mt. Shasta this trip who has had first hand UFO contact despite the town’s world fame for ET contact.  But ironically a few days after the trip to Shasta is over, talking about my new gentle 2012  mission in life with my beloved Uncle Jim, he tells me has saw a UFO up close and personal 20 years ago.  I’m overjoyed when Jim reveals this to me.  Turns out Jim’s been afraid to talk about is UFO story with anyone in the family for fear until now out of fear they’d lock him away.  Jim’s agreed to let me share this with you, dear electronic reader, to help you believe.

UNCLE JIM’S CLOSE ENCOUNTER

Reports Uncle Jim,”I was on a residential street in a countryside neighborhood at night when this UFO drops from the sky.  It hovered right in front of my car. The flying saucer was bright white. Orange lights shot from the windows where I could see little blue aliens watching me from inside, laughing!  I threw the car in reverse and burned rubber.  The UFO floated, giving off a soft whirring noise, as it chased after me up the street.

A neighbor lady ran out of the house at the sound of my tires screeching.  She saw the UFO and screamed her head off and the saucer zipped off to the stars. I run outta the car and talked to the neighbor who swore she saw the exact same thing.  But neither of us ever reported it to the media knowing they’d think we were both nuts.”

I imagine there’s a lot of this sort of non-reported sightings that happen every day.  Before he retired a few years ago Jim was a VP in a construction company and he’s still one of the most respected scaffolding experts in the world.  Yep, if Jim’s seen UFOs you can be sure they exist. And I was so comforted by the fact Jim believes 100% in my mission for a gentle 2012 because you see Jim is my biggest investor in my filmmaker career I’ve devoted to this heavenly calling through 2012.

You have no idea how much joy the talk with Jim has brought me that he’s a believer in the DreamShield.  So much joy tears have welled in my eyes as I write this blog.  I wish Jim used computers to share the blog.  You are likely to be reading his recounts of his ET encounter before he does.

Though perhaps ET’s are not what they seem or the best term for them.  LA’s dream team leader Dr. Sarah Larsen dislikes the term ET as there little “extra” terrestrial about these being of light, who we sometimes see as angels, that have been part of earth’s entire history before dinosaurs roamed.

BACK TO MT. SHASTA AND PREPARATIONS TO MEET THE NANONITES

Earlier over dinner at the Black Bear Cafe, when the handsome kid waiter tells us over our apple pies that he’s never seen a UFO here but his aunt has, Chris can’t help a chuckle.  I always it find that interesting people doubt UFOs considering how big the universe is and how rare habitable worlds are.  Earth is a real curiosity to aliens. A galactic tourist attraction.

My theory is that intelligent life can’t get here in conventional as the distances are so great, but I believe there are more ways to travel than our primitive world yet knows.  Thought travel is one of my beliefs.  Take a look at your computer right now.  Think back to only 10 years ago.  Could you have imagined you’d be reading blogs instead of newspapers? Blogs that are free to read and come with music videos and cool graphics that are putting newspapers into the grave?

Once Cali, Chris and I get back to The Dream Inn there’s still about two hours to get ready for the 11:11 PM meditation.  I scout the quaint backyard and feel we need some runways lights for the tiny visitors!  So I pop just across the street to the friendly Ace Hardware Store and pick up a couple of strings of white Italian Xmas lights.

As I set the stage in the backyard grotto of the Dream Inn I listen to Elton John’s TINY DANCER on my Ipod, a tiny modern miracle that has space for thousands of songs, photos videos and apps.  Take a commercial free listen to Elton John yourself as you read, dear web traveler, and ask yourself is this not a gift?  I barley watch TV anymore.  I love YouTube. I love creating something and within a nano-second you are reading or watching it in China.

TINY DANCERS

Soon it’s 11:11 PM, and we are 4 now including Richard Hite, not counting his tiny pair of 300 year old chimes from Tibet that are older than America.  We begin the meditation in the small gazebo.  Everything is miniature for this meditation.  I almost giggle at the thought of little celestial beings flying for us at the appointed 11:11 PM binary time on this binary date of 11/10/10.

Richard hits the chimes and says. “Feel the tone travel inward.”  I close my eyes and the chime’s “Ting!” travels ever inward and onward inside me through an infinity that never stops.  I hear its pleasant faint “ting…” even now as I listen for it still traveling inward after two weeks.  And there in the frosty gazebo at the Dream Inn, for the first time in my life, I feel, while fully awake, the vast infinite stillness and peace of the inner universe that lies within the world called Ken Sheetz that I normally only sense in dreams.

Globe the holds the Nanonite Universe at The Dream Inn

Our dream team of four walks over to the glass globe lawn ornament that glows covered in the night’s frost.  I explain, “Inside this globe is the entire universe of the Nanonites.  Billions of galaxies, trillions of solar systems and countless worlds lie within this globe.” Even Chris seems to see it.  Richard hits the chimes as I add, “Let’s ohm 11 times.”

As we “ohm” I see in my minds eye a swarm of Nanonite ships rocket from the lawn ornament universe and jet about we giants.  I warn the group, “Whatever you do don’t laugh.  The Nanonites are very sensitive about their tiny size.”  Well, I have to admire the groups composure as I write, because I know as a comedic writer that not laughing when someone tells you not to is almost always sure to lead to giggles… but no one loses it and the Nanonites are pleased.

Tiny spaceships whiz about us and through us, filling us with light and joy.  Yes, it is easy not to laugh, to be respectful of the celestial beings that have always lived on the earth and watched over us.  “There!” I point to a table top.  “The Nanonites are building a miniature of what our cities of the future will look like.”

See the bowl of water we left for the Nanonites? For them it was an ocean.

I tell the group that I see a tiny roller coaster roaring through the white towers of the vast miniature city, filled with little Nanonite kids squealing in delight.  This makes us all smile.  It’s fun sharing these visions.  This is what humanity used to do before film and TV.  In fact those mediums pale by comparison as I realize DreamShield is as much new as ancient, timeless.  What’s truly new is how we can share it with the world to grow the DreamShield for 2012.

We breathe deep the Mt. Shasta air.  It such a joy as the 11th “ohm” leaves our frozen lips and we raise our arms to the countless stars, tiny and invisible ourselves in the vastness of the heavens.  The space ships form a rainbow in the dark and disappear into Mt. Shasta.

We blink open our  eyes and Cali, a natural to this work says, “The Nanonites have granted us each a wish. Mine is for world peace. What’s yours?”

Wow, I’d not expected wishes and while Chris wishes for, “Prosperity for all.” I finally come up with, “Protection of the earth from asteroids.”

Soon as I picked this wish it seems overly ambitious.  Too big of a thing to ask a race of tiny beings to protect us from that which ended the rein of the dinosaurs.  Richard adds an elegant wish I’ve forgotten, dear reader, but that I will insert here next time I speak to him and I reedit the blog for history.  This blog is a living thing as opposed to the print of old.  I find myself tinkering here many times until I happily work out the typos.  Free blessing to anyone whoever catches one I miss and points it out to me:)

The Nanonite leader asks me to allow Cali to speak for their entire race.  A big job and Cali is momentarily humbled.  It seems maybe she’ll pass the baton back to me as I told her she could if she wished. But she smiles warmly at the honor and says, “Imagine peace.”  Yoko Ono’s words she’ll remark later to me that the Nanonite  message was not very original.  But who knows if Yoko did not get the words from the Nanonites to inspire her husband John Lennon?  They are great words and get to the core of the planetary meditation work of what we are doing, imaging good things for this earth to make the shift gentle for 2012 and beyond.

We each suddenly realize we are cold now and quickly head into the warm and cozy Dream Inn B&B.  Richard hangs out with us.  The Southerner is really fun to talk to and our chat becomes a lighthearted EMDR home therapy session as Richard is an expert in the field.  He teaches us how to release old emotional loops with rapid eye movement techniques.

It’s 2 AM before Cali calls it a night for the group.

Early next morning, while Cali and Chris still asleep in the next room, I spring out of my dreamy bed at the Dream Inn and record a Vlog of the events of the night while the Nanonite visit is still fresh in my mind.  Watch and see here if the Nanonites have agreed to protect earth from asteroids, big job for a little people?

Cool!  I’d been thinking they’d have to blast them or knock them off course,  Why had I not realized that a people who can shrink entire worlds could shrink a few measly asteroids for us?  All we had to do was wish and bye, bye DEEP IMPACT and ARMAGEDDON.

Thanks for heads up, Elvis, via my screenplay ELVIS AND ARMAGEDDON.  I felt so close to Elvis writing that.  “Thank you very much.” If you have some time on your hands, and a good sense of humor, click the link above to read the screenplay that’s won a few honors before I tucked it away until the Great Depression 2 blows over, no point fund raising for films in these times unless you are well established and I was only out here Hollywood a couple of years before the world as we know it began to come to an end.  But no complaints here.  I’ve been richer than I am right now cash-wise but never richer spiritually.

It’s 11/11/10 and we still have one more planetary mediation left at 11:11 AM before we return to the city of angels and based on seeing how much Cali and Chris love each other I know what it’s going to be about as you’ll read in my next post, “ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE”!

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