2a: possession or display of great skill or technique : skill or knowledge that makes one master of a subject : command
It’s impossible to imagine our species as a global consciousness could ask for any greater challenge than shifting the angst that Trump is dredging up in our hearts and souls, be we conservative or liberal, to love.
Yes, make no mistake, even the most devoted Trump fan harbors fear ranging from mild angst he will not live up to his promises to crippling fear their vote may destroy the earth for their children.
Speaking of mastery, just this week Trump broke a taboo by giving a political speech to the Boy Scouts. Now, as a former Boy Scout myself, one too rebellious to ever make Eagle, I was outraged. Funny, I did not think Trump could still trigger me so deeply.
Honestly, looking deep into my heart, I see I am on a spirit journey of mastering fear. Fear Trump seeks to spawn over a youth movement, like Hitler did, turning child against parent! Yeah, I know, over the top. Perhaps in reality Trump simply spoke as an old man too inflexible to rewrite his typical rally speech to properly suit his kid audience.
BLUE WHALE POV
Whereas my female blue whale friend a reincarnated-Robin Willians-spirit-guide, says Trump’s presidency will truly be a hilarious release from fear.
Stephen Colbert has risen to dizzying heights fueled by the firey fears many of us have over our unintentionally hilarious president.
My thoughts today is Trump’s role in a universe, inflating like his ego, is cosmic.
Definition of cosmic
1a: of or relating to the cosmos, the extraterrestrial vastness, or the universe in contrast to the earth alone cosmic radiationb: of, relating to, or concerned with abstract spiritual or metaphysical (see metaphysical 2) ideas cosmic wisdom
2: characterized by greatness especially in extent, intensity, or comprehensiveness acosmic thinkera book of cosmic significance.
I’ve traveled around the sun 64 times in this human form. And I’ve never seen a bigger cosmic storm for transformation brewing than Trump represents. He drives me to hilarious cosmic mastery daily as a challenge beyond measure to stay solidly in a place of love over fear.
Bonus: Here’s a great video called WHY TRUMP? Already one of my working titles if I can ever master my fears of Trump and make feature doc about all the love transformation that’s coming on like a mega-tsunami!.
To give you some idea how challenging meditations on these Trumpy times is for me to be cool about, let’s look all the way back to the 80s. Then I was an ego-driven real estate mogul myself, having transacted over a billion dollars in broker deals, built a $162 million skyscraper, leased 3 skyscrapers and won the Chicago Sun-Times developer of the year in ’91 with the development of the beloved Oprah’s Harpo Studios.
At that heady time, when I still had a full head of hair, I already disliked Trump. His name plastered on everything he did. His book THE ART OF THE STEAL (in 2105 we’d learn it was ghost written) bragging about his hardball business tactics were totally vulgar to humble Midwest origins. You see, I come from a blue-collar family. While Trump was born with $100 million liquid cash advantage over me. He has nothing to brag about as far as I am concerned with that head start. But brag he does reminding you of how rich and smart he is at every turn.
And my dislike of Trump was already in full bloom before Trump’s string of bankruptcies that resulted in a lot of regular Joes getting stiffed and his “sad” show THE APPRENTICE.
I didn’t think it possible, but Trump became even more dislikable to me from his dirty 2015-2016 campaign. Throwing his fellow Republicans under the bus, which he mercilessly name-called on his way to his Crooked Hillary phase of the campaign.
So when Trump unexpectedly triumphed on election night I was in shock like the rest of the planet. This despite the fact both Elizabeth and I abstained form voting. Neither Hillary, and her corrupt old-school ways, or Trump the wild card ego maniac held any appeal. Plus, I’d like to think we are both awake enough in the shift to realize politics are the ultimate Fake News while the coporatacracy robs us blind.
Meditation has soothed the seas of my stormy childhood, but all the rage of losing a fortune in the real estate crash of 1991, where I played it clean and gently to make sure all vendors were treated fairly, unlike Trump did screwing so many in his bankruptcies, simmered all night.
On my morning hike the day after the election of President-Elect Trump, Elizabeth was shaken but nonetheless ready to move on with life. But me, Mr. Coolest Meditation Ever? I exploded like a tsunami. I bellowed into the morning sky…
My angry ego swelled to meet with Trump’s in the powerful Sedona energy field, world famed for absorbing negativity. But, holy crap, I was such a raging grouch about Trump’s win! I was sore as hell he could win without the popular vote like Bush did in 2000. All this after he called on Russia to hack Hillary’s emails in a debate? Why wasn’t he in jail for asking foreign power Russia to interfere with our elections instead of the winner?
Oh, right. Trump later said he was only kidding about Russian hacking help! Yep. Almost as funny as yelling FIRE! in crowded movie theater. Totally illegal by the way.
I was so unhinged in my Trump explosion that Elizabeth, a 17-year military vet left me to my Trump venting for a few hours, seeking a dear friend’s solace. Elizabeth wondered where had her sweet meditating man had vanished to, leaving a Trump-hater in his place?
A few hours later, when Elizabeth came home I had managed to settled down to the point of rationality. After all Hillary could have been worse we said to each other, with her mastery of the backroom politics and hawkish ways.
I shared with Elizabeth that my spirit friend Robin Williams predicted that Trump’s presidency would be “Hilarious!” Six months of the craziest presidency ever Robin has been proven correct, with a new comedic Renaissance to keep the masses sedated.
I spent the next several days fitfully scouring of the net for answers. All I found were sour grapes from a liberal media, and endless comedy videos were of little to no comfort. Then one night about 3AM I turned to my spirit guide Ohom for some advice. He had brought me Elizabeth as my perfect mate on such advice before. After a short meditation, the ET thought traveler spoke to me calmly about the Trump energy that was destroying my peace of mind and that of billions others around the world.
Now, since my ET long-distance telepathic connection began 2010 and I began making films and blogging about it all, I know how nutty this all sounds to someone new to spirit work. But having a spirit guide like Ohom is quite ordinary in the conscious community. Indeed, quantum physics is proving how connected the universe really is. Distance is not as big an object as we’ve been led to believe. Real or imagined, and I always acknowledge my creative brain could be making ohom up, this guide’s spirit advice is nonetheless always wise.
In fact I believe in Ohom’s cosmic advice most of the time I followed his advice to perform the 24 meditations in Antarctica back in 2012.
At the end of our telepathic space chat Ohom whispered his Trump idea his usual succinct way that I suspect saves on brain bandwidth, “Ken, it would be great if you and Elizabeth went to Trump’s inauguration and held a space to shift fear to love.”
“What?!” was my telepathic reaction.
Ohom remained unshakable. “Ken, it would be great for –”
“I heard you the first time, Ohom. Look, if you are, as you’ve told me on many an occasions, my higher self, with all due respect… WTF?”
“I have another planet to tend to I must go. Please consider the Trump mission,” said Ohom as I felt him break our connection. Looking back as I write he likely was abrupt for not wanting to be tainted by my negative attitude.
Sensing my restlessness Elizabeth turned to me in bed and said in a sleepy voice, “What’s up, Ken?”
“Ohom was just here.”
“He wants us to go to DC for the Trump inauguration and meditate fear to love,” I said drowsily, sleep already overtaking me.
Elizabeth sat up in bed and said in wonder, “That’s brilliant. Let’s do it!”
“But Trump’s not worth it.”
“It’s not for Trump. It’s for humaity,” Elizabeth said while making a quick trip to the bathroom.
As she hopped back into bed I muttered, “But Ohom told me last year when Trump and Hillary were neck and neck that whoever won they were going to have an awakening in office. So maybe this meditation triggers that for Trump.”
“Doesn’t matter in either case. Let’s just walk into that DC minefield with love in our heart. No fear,” said Elizabeth kissing me, then turning over to go back to sleep.
It was a fitful rest of night’s sleep for me. Filled with dreams of Trump fanatics hassling Elizabeth and me at the inauguration. But through these bad dreams all I began to see how filled with fear I was, still am, about Trump. I realized these meditations Ohom was asking for could be for the sole reducing my personal fear and anger.
Over breakfast Elizabeth and I agreed, having both slept on it, that Ohom’s idea was cool. Elizabeth scored inauguration got tickets from our Democratic AZ congressman, who was boycotting Trump’s big day. And soon we became part of Trump’s “record breaking” inauguration crowd.
Contrary to much of the mass media’s Fake Fears, no riots were going on in DC. Soon we had done as Ohom asked us to do, holding a space of shifting fears, deep in the midst of a Trump crowd shouting boos anytime the cameras shifted to a Democrats. And “Lock her up!” whenever Hillary appeared on the Jumbotrons. Of course,Michelle and Obama drew the biggest boos despite a peaceful transition of power of their hero Trump.
We were glad to be done with the hardest meditations, either of us has ever done, or likely will ever do. We felt honored Ohom felt we were up to the task and we each felt divinely protected. But we were so exhausted we fell asleep on the subway back to our place. In fact, we did not wake up to the end of the line on the opposite side of DC from where we were staying.
Yes, we knew were participating in the shortest lived presidential honeymoon in US history. Because in less than 24 hours later we returned to DC to film The Woman’s Day protest against the Trump presidency. And it was HUGE as Trump would say.
We were inspired to contrast back to back days with the video OBSERVATIONS IN POLARITY.
To us the passionate protest crowds looked to be twice the size that attended Trump’s big day. Soon the world met Sean Spicer and we were all stunned by his hateful way of dealing with the press for simply reporting the facts of crowd size via the numbers from the National Park Service. “Fake News” was the Trump tweet-war-cry.
Thus began the delusion field of the Orwellian presidency. 1+1 now equalled three. And that’s where we still are with the new Donald Trump Jr. and the ever growing “nothing to see here folks” meeting with Russia.
Under my repeated questioning of this difficult work that feels like meditations on a hurricane of negative energy with new revelations daily, Ohom simply repeats with infinite patience, “Shift fear to love.”
When I finally finished the editing on THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12 in late 2016 I thought the movie, Running Time 64 minutes, was going to only look good on the internet.
That all changed for the coolest when we sold out the Sedona Film Festival’s Mary Fisher theater, with 20 people turned away at the door! And the FILM LOOKED AMAZING on the big screen and our audience loved doing a live planetary meditation after, well, I knew we were onto something bigger than Vimeo and Amazon, where the movie can be viewed or bought.
And so we had invented a new movie going experience we like to call a MOVIE AND A MEDITATION, with our Antarctica film being the first of many such nights you can expect from us. As you can see here when the lights came up, people were treated to a Q&A and shared consciousness to send healing love to my mermaid Elizabeth’s first love, the oceans.
From 2010 to 2012 I did many live events with crowds of 100 plus in Los Angeles. 12.12.16, exactly 4 years from my stepping foot on the giant continent of Antarctica, here I was doing a Movie and a Meditation in my new home Sedona with the love of my life and surrounded my some of Sedona’s and LA’s best healers. The applause was like water in the desert of our 6 years in total filmmaking journey.
Buoyed by the Sedona success, after a few months of getting happily sidetracked with work on an exciting new screenplay about the incredible life of scientist, author and inventor Patrick Flanagan, and following a detour to cover the Heyoka president we are all being entertained and stretched by for now, my partner in love and life, Elizabeth and I began touring the film through May to across the Southwest. Here’s some highlights!
BEFORE HITTING THE ROAD…
We landed a superb pet sitter for our 1 year-old rescue dog Lincoln. That done we set out in our Jeep, loaded with DVDs and cool perks which funded this entire trip and all our computer gear to be able to service our clients while on the move. First stop…
The Enchanted Forest Reiki Center in Las Vegas generated a small turnout, but the mini-crowd loved the film. Best of all the film’s humor brought a laugh to woman who was recovering from the recent loss of a dear husband. Quite the come down in scale from the sold-out Sedona film fest, but we’d learn on the road in Santa Fe that the amazing Amma’s first events were small as well.
Next it was onto the OC for a screening at The Temple of Light.
Unfortunately, I suffered food poisoning I picked up in Vegas taking my grieving 88-year-old mom to a fine Mexican restaurant. It was long drive to LA, sparing you the gory details. But I was too busy worrying for my mother, broken-hearted about her husband and great stepfather of 30 years and lost in coma after stroke, to feel sorry for myself. I was relieved to hear my baby brother was coming into Vegas to care for mom soon. I had spent 3 weeks caring for my it was his turn to be on watch. We’d been tag teaming since the early part of 2017.
Unfortunately, as a result of my being sick and checking on mom daily Elizabeth and I were unable to market much for the OC. We’d hope I LA fan base would make the 90 minute trek but not many did. Still, amazing people showed up like Bahkti star Larisa Stowe.
Donna who we toured Egypt with last year and Deanna Cook, who hosted us for a few days and we in turn hosted in Sedona. We looked on the intimate size as chance to keep perfecting our Movie and a Meditation format.
I discovered on the trip that I have developed terrible cat allergies because the people we were staying with had not one but two cats. Despite a sneezing attack mi screening, the event was magical. The Antarctica movie gets people relaxed and ready for the planetary meditation that follows.
Next up the EarthShift conference in Desert Hot Springs. The poster makers for the event could not fit the information about our event within the evnt, so we made our own poster.
At first I was taken aback seeing we’d be screening in the middle of a noisy vendor bazar that surround the theater seating area but the tech running the show did a great job of quieting the crowd.
Big applause from a gathering for our Saturday matinee. A great Q&A. We were honored to have the event creator himself Julian Forest accompany Elizabeth for the guided meditation.
After our matinee, Elizabeth found us a great spa that turned out to be a huge health boost for my ongoing battle with black mold poisoning I suffered in 2013/2014. And we stayed at the home of the amazing Joan of Angels, surrounded day and night by her prolific visionary ET inspired angel art.
Next, it was back to base in Sedona. Our rescue dog Lincoln greeted us with such joy on our homecoming. The little fella had proved quite a handful for our talented and loving pet sitter. Lincoln had the best in care while we were on the tour, including two pet shrinks our sitter brought aboard in our absence. We saw great progress in his journey relaxing into his happy new life. But our little rescue dog was so sad our pet sitter told us while we were away that it was clear to us Lincoln would be happier coming with us on the next city, Santa Fe.
Since 2011 Elizabeth has spent her birthday at the amazing Amma’s event. So with Santa Fe the screening marketing work was integrated with attending the Amma event. We rented a beautiful casita new where the film was screening. Lincoln loved staying there and near us while we attended the Amma events in short bursts.
Sadly I learned, while we waited for our Amma hugs, on June 13th that my stepfather, great guy who took such sweet care of my mom for 30 years, had passed in Vegas. After nearly 3 months in a coma, the Navy vet had given up the battle. Fortunately, my brother was already in Vegas caring for our mom. The poor thing had exhausted herself and broken her hip while we were on the road. And for the few days while she was down, Nick got lost in our insane hospital system. I tracked him down by calling all the major hospitals.
My brother really came to the rescue while Elizabeth and I were stuck on the road. My mom has accepted my brother’s invite, over our invite to come to Sedona, preferring to return to her native home state of Wisconsin. She’s doing great and not following her husband as often happens. People in my family live to over 100 and I think she’s going to be another.
Grieving, caring for my own and family illness while promoting was not easy on me. Luckily Elizabeth was all over it. We were looking forward to filling the 150 seat theater we rented in Santa Fe for after the Amma event.
But we made a miscalculation in selecting the Screen. Santa Fe is small by LA standards, and to we former Los Angelinos driving ten minutes to the theater from the downtown seemed no biggie. We were wrong. Net result a small turnout again.
People spaced themselves out in the 150 seats and so the audience energy was dispersed with few laughs or giggles of delight we are used to getting them. Two people even walked out mid-film. Yikes. But the core audience who stayed after were amazing. The of them Sidhi yogas like Elizabeth.
On the plus side, and the theme of this trip, it became an intimate gathering where we could hug every movie attendee Amma style. Once again a quality not quantity crowd. Here’s a snap of the 40 foot screen the movie was shown on. Again blown away by how good the movie looks and sounds on the big screen.
The lesson in all this? We learned tours are hard work to manage and market if they are spaced to close together. Especially harder on the road with everything else that’s going on with our lives. So we’ll promote Boulder heavily for a month from our Sedona base where we and Lincoln have happily retuned,
Next up for the MOVIE AND A MEDIATION tour: Boulder Colorado August 1st. A 200 seat theater. Can we sell it out like Sedona? You bet! Our confidence is bolstered by the fact we have added two exciting guest co-hosts, famed sonic healing artists Jonathan Goldman and Andi Goldman.
I first heard of the term “griding” (a.k.a. gridding) in 2010, near the outset of my spirit awakening almost 7 years ago as I began traveling. Griding, I discovered in travels and higher consciousness talks with spirit peeps across the planet, is based the fact every human has an energy signature in their auras. It’s unique as a fingerprint.
In the time lapse we see something like griding in the taillights and headlights of cars and trucks on the highway.
When an auric field is in motion a person leaves an snake of invisible energy wherever they travel, land. A signature I am blessed to be able to see this unconscious griding we are all doing, awake or not, when I use my third-eye. This griding effect was intuitvely expressed in the movie TRON. Don’t worry, in real-life our energy snakes overlap harmlessly, except when we are at war.
In 2012 I got so tuned into this that on the LA freeway I began to see the hearts and minds of people light brighter than the headlights and taillights. The griding I saw was so overwhelming in a city as dense with humanity as LA that I had to tune what I saw spiritually down to be able to drive.
When I look to the sky and see jet full of people I see huge grid line. The more people the more powerful the grid line, most powerful being the large cruises ships griding the planet. Crisscross these griding energy fields in human movements across the planet and it makes a glowing of sacred geometry across the planet.
Shout out to a new friend Gary I told about griding and who saw no one has written about it before. So this is CoolestMeditationEver.com first.
It’s not been my favorite CoolestMeditationEver.com mission. When my spirit guide Ohom suggested Elizabeth and I go to Washington DC for the inauguration and shift fear to love I almost said no. Well, if I’m honest, “NO WAY!”
But Elizabeth was more up for it than I was when I told her about Ohom’s mission. And so we went, with only 2 weeks to prep and filmed and meditated in the energy field of our newly minted prez.
I’d hoped when we got home that would be the end of the mission but Ohom guided me that it was beneficial to the planet that Elizabeth and I keep a close eye on what Trump was up to and hold that space of fear to love during his first 100 days.
It’s been hard not to go into fear and staying in an empowered state of love as Trump’s presidency is practically a new train wreck a day.
Tomorrow is day 100, which I hope he spends as the golfing-est president ever.
Stay in your empowered space of love and visualize the future you want for day 100 and beyond. Meditation makes a difference.
Everyone has their ‘Sedona story’, I was told. Sedona, the magical location is a magnet for souls who aim to transcend all illusion and attain Oneness with Divine. It has been recognized as a special, high-energy place by Native Americans since ages.
Devi smelling the flowers, Boynton Canyon, Sedona Vortexes
During the unforgettable 10 days that Mohanji and I spent in the high vibration of Sedona vortexes among the amazing Sedona people (as well as the beautiful souls we met at the Sedona Yoga Festival 10 – 12 March 2017 and during Mohanji’s Retreat in Sedona 14-17 March), so many intense inner experiences took place that I felt the inner pull to honor them through this experience sharing. I hope my words will convey the intensity and beauty of these experiences. I offer all these words to the consciousness that brought us to Sedona.
What does one say about a reality star that refuses to face reality? When he was running and visualizing victory by saying, “When I am president…” I took it as good positive thinking, ala THE SECRET. But then on day one his presidency Trump went straight off then reality rails by imagining his crowd size for the inauguration to be greater than anyone in history and I knew we were in deep do-do.
Not even side by side photos from the National Park Service convinced him he was not loved by the masses. Left is Obama’s 2009 inauguration, right is Trump’s.
Winning the election was not enough for Trump’s massive ego issue. He has to be #1. Ironically, he now enjoys the lowest rated president in history.
But fear not. His lack of respect for reality will end up being food for the spin doctors and comedians. I can see it now, Sean Spicer takes the podium to explain how brave Trump is to suffer low approvals to fight for the little guy.