Tag: 11:11 2012 Ken Sheetz Laura De Leon DreamShield

Zylph, There’s a New ET Guide in Town

On By Ken SheetzIn Pyramid, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“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

Mica Monet as isis in Egypt
Mica Monet as Isis on Halloween

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.

“Fascinating,” as Star Trek’s Spock would say.

Antares

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
This article is about the star. For other meanings, see Antares (disambiguation).
Antares A/B
Scorpius constellation map.svg
The position of Antares in the Scorpius constellation.
Observation data
Epoch J2000      Equinox J2000
Constellation Scorpius
Right ascension 16h 29m 24s[1]
Declination −26° 25′ 55″[1]
Apparent magnitude (V) +0.96[2]
Characteristics
Spectral type M1.5Iab-b + B2.5V[3]
U−B color index +1.34[2]
B−V color index +1.83[2]
Variable type LC[4]
Astrometry
Radial velocity (Rv) −3.4[5] km/s
Proper motion (μ) RA: −12.11[1] mas/yr
Dec.: −23.30[1] mas/yr
Parallax (π) 5.89 ± 1.00[1] mas
Distance approx. 550 ly
(approx. 170 pc)
Absolute magnitude (MV) −5.28
Details
A
Mass 12.4[6] M☉
Radius 883[6] R☉
Luminosity 57,500[7] L☉
Surface gravity (log g) 0.1[6] cgs
Temperature 3400 ± 200[7] K
Rotational velocity (v sin i) 20[8] km/s
B
Mass 10 M☉
Radius 4 R☉
Temperature 18,500[7] K
Other designations
α Scorpii, 21 Sco,[3] Cor Scorpii, Kalb al Akrab, Scorpion’s Heart, Vespertilio,[9] HR 6134, CD -26°11359, HD 148478, SAO 184415, FK5 616, WDS 16294-2626, CCDM J16294-2626A/B, HIP 80763.[3]
Database references
SIMBAD data

Antares (α Scorpii, α Sco, Alpha Scorpii) is a red supergiant star in the Milky Way Galaxy and the sixteenth brightest star in the nighttime sky. It is sometimes listed as 15th brightest, if the two brighter components of the Capella quadruple star system are counted as one star. Along with Aldebaran, Regulus, and Fomalhaut, Antares comprises the group known as the ‘Royal stars of Persia’. It is one of the four brightest stars near the ecliptic. It is the brightest star in the constellation Scorpius, and is often referred to as “the heart of the scorpion”. Antares is a slow irregular variable star with an average magnitude of +1.09.[3] Antares is the brightest, most massive, and most evolved stellar member of the nearest OB association (the Scorpius-Centaurus Association). Antares is a member of the Upper Scorpius subgroup of the Scorpius-Centaurus Association, which contains thousands of stars with mean age 11 million years at a distance of approximately 145 parsecs (470 light years).[10]

Properties

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.[3] It has a radius of approximately 883 times that of the Sun;[6] 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.[1] 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.[11] A recent analysis[10] 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).[12] This implies a radius of 755 solar radii at 170pc.

Antares is a type LC slow irregular variable star, whose apparent magnitude slowly varies from +0.88 to +1.16.[4]

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;[13] 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.

Companion star

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,[6] giving a combined separation of about 574 AU.[14] The stellar classification of this star is B2.5,[11] with numerous spectral lines suggesting it has been polluted by matter ejected by Antares A.[6] 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.[11]

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).[15] The companion is often described as green, but this is probably either a contrast effect[11] 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,[16] 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).[17] When observed by itself during such an occultation, the companion appears a profound blue or bluish-green color.[17]

The orbit of the companion star is poorly known, with an estimated period of 1,200[18] – 2,562 years.[19]

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.[20][21] Every year around December 2 the Sun passes 5° north of Antares.[13]

Traditional names

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.[22] The comparison of Antares with Mars may have originated with early Mesopotamian astronomers.[23] 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.[23]

  • 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”).[23]
  • In Persia, Antares was known as Satevis, one of the four “royal stars“.[24]
  • In India, it with σ and τ Sco were Jyeshthā, one of the nakshatra (Hindu lunar mansions).[23]
  • 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).[25]
  • 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).[23]
  • Antares is listed in MUL.APIN as GABA GIR.TAB, meaning “the Breast of the Scorpion:Lishi, Nabu”.[26]
  • Calbalakrab from the Arabic Qalb al-Άqrab.[27] This had been directly translated from the Ancient Greek Καρδιά Σκορπιού Kardia Skorpiū.
  • Cor Scorpii translated above Greek name into Latin.[23]

The Veteran’s Ball

On By Ken SheetzIn DreamShield, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?” -George Canning

By Ken Sheetz

Mosaic, Rainy Day in Central Park by artist Kate Kerringer www.katkerringer.net
Mosaic, Rainy Day in Central Park
by artist Kat Kerringer http://www.katekerringer.net

A dangerously thin young man, adorned in tattered desert combat fatigues, Roger McCalister makes his way to park bench beneath the menace of clouds that hover over Central Park. 

The condo skyscrapers of Manhattan, where unimaginable wealth resides, tower in stark contrast to Roger who has not had a shower in weeks.

Still, there’s a handsome aura and stoic humor about this young vet as he breaks out his worn guitar from the traveling home on his back.  Roger perches a sign scrabbled in crayons on cardboard on red velvet inside of his open guitar case that reads:

“Homeless vet.  Give for me to live!”

A young affluent mother walks a luxury baby buggy that could feed ten vets for a week past Roger’s humble sidewalk concert spot.

“Morning, ma’am,” Roger says, not expecting an answer and not getting one as the mother hurries on avoiding eye contact.

A light drizzle begins as Roger tunes up his guitar.  Roger is mystified he’s not getting wet.  He looks up to see an umbrella with a map of the globe on it.  Roger twists further to see a beautiful redhead is being an angel keeping him dry.

“Thanks, but I don’t mind the rain, miss.” says Roger.

“Name’s, Gaia, ” says the redhead beauty.

“Never met a Gaia before.  What kind of name’s Gaia?” says Roger with a strum of his guitar.

“Hippie name for mother earth.  Mom and dad were flower children in the 60s.” says Gaia.

“I dig the 60s.  People still gave a shit, ” says Roger playing a 60s riff on his beat up guitar.

“You’re good!” says Gaia.

“Had a lot of time on my hands in Iraq and then Afghanistan.  Picked it up from a buddy named Bradley, who bought it with an IED,” says Roger sadly.

“Must feel awful to have served all that time and end up neglected by a People you served so valiantly,” says Gaia.

“I was homeless before the service.  Just back on my regular beat.   Signed up right after 9/11.  Only sixteen.  Lied about my age.  Zero hard feeling about serving America.  I had three squares a day and a place to sleep every night,” says Roger fondly.

“Why didn’t you stay in the Army then?” says Gaia.

“I wrote a song about it.  Have time to hear?  Don’t want to keep you if you have a job to get to,” says Roger, expecting her exit.

But the beauty stays and with a nod from Gaia, Roger starts to play:

“Singed up for 9/11.

War for me was heaven.

The army kept me fed.

Gave me a clean bed.”

A small crowd of New Yorkers gather as Roger sings and plays like an angel.

“Eight years went by in a flash.

Saved me up lots of cash.

When an IED took my bud Bradley

I lost my music and way sadly.

Decided to give peace a go.

But little did I know

Sharks live on land.”

Tears well in Gaia’s eyes as Roger plays his haunting song.

“My savings turned to sand.

Never learned to hold a job.

Does that make me a slob?

No one to give me orders

Now I guitar for dollars.”

People from the crowd toss wads of cash into Roger’s guitar case as plays on.

“I signed up for 9/11.

War for me was heaven.

The army kept me fed.

Gave me a clean bed.

But now that I am out

Though I scream and shout.

No one seems to hear…

Somebody buy me a beer!”

Roger stops playing with a grin and the crowd, grown to about 100 people, erupts into thunderous applause.

Gaia kisses Roger on his bearded cheek and says, “May I have this dance?”

“There’ll be no music if I stop playing,” says Roger.

“Your teacher Bradley can take over playing,” says Gaia as she points to Bradley in the growing crowd.

Bradley, all dressed in white army fatigues, steps from the crowd and takes up Roger’s guitar while a bright smile.

“Bradley!  You’re alive, bro!” says Roger taking Bradley into a hug.

“Complicated.  Shut up and dance with Gaia, you lucky stiff.” says Roger as he strikes up a passionate flamenco.

Roger bows to Gaia and they dance to the applause of the crowd in a spotlight of sunbeam.

Gaia and Roger dance up the sunbeam.  Roger looks down on Central Park at Bradley playing guitar and sees his slumped body on the park bench.

“Ah.  I’m dead…, ” says Roger wistfully.

“Nonsense.  There’s much for you to do, soldier.  I need good men like you to save my world,” says Gaia joyously.

“I enlist!” says Roger, sprouting dazzling angel wings as he dances Gaia into the morning sun.

THE END

Hi Guys, I am on long-term assignment filming super scientist Patrick Flanagan of PhiSciences in Sedona where I’ve settled down from my world travels these past four years to recharge for a bit.  2014 will see my world travels again to exotic lands and places for our planetary meditations.  For now I take the greatest journey of all, the one within. 

Help support my work awakening the planet.  Make a donation at the PayPal link on Dreamshield.org and I promise you much magic will find its way back to you.

— Much love, Ken

Thanksgiving Vision

On By Ken SheetzIn 11.11.11, 11/11/11, 11:11, 2012, Conscious Nashville, DreamShield, Mayan Calendar, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“I may see angels but I am far from being one.” – Ken Sheetz

Two weeks ago, on the magical binary date of 11.11.11, I co-hosted a beautiful event about the ascension with a star-studded evening of speculation about ETs role in the Shift I’d been guided to create by a God-like voice 18 months ago in Italy.  The masterful ceremonies and workshops had been created to perfection by the amazing multi-talented co-host Laura De León of MyMysticMuse.  Just one problem.  I was not very “present”, to put it mildly, for my own event.

I’ve been pondering for the entire time since, wishing I could have enjoyed something so beautiful that I’d help create, all stemming from an angelic vision I had in Italy for a gentle 2012.  The 11.11.11 event is possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been a part of bringing into this world.  So why had I been so hard on myself and hard for Laura and others on the team to be around me that day and the weeks leading up to the big day?  Why was Laura’s singing her amazing Babaji song with Philippo Franchini one of the few moments I truly enjoyed on 11.11.11?  Exhaustion?  No.  This was more than simple exhaustion.  The excuse I tried to hide behind post 11.11.11.

I took a break from pondering my failure to enjoy 11.11.11 to ponder the parallels of family dynamics in why I’d not enjoyed Thanksgiving this year.  I was traveling from my Vegas Thanksgiving, back home, the way I’d been doing in these tough times for two years now, by a Greyhound Bus.   The Friday 10 AM bus back to LA was 5 minutes late without any Greyhound announcements so I calmly asked one of the bus terminal attendants,  “What’s the delay?”

The Greyhound attendant smirked at me and said in a thick Asian accent, “Buddy, you better learn something.  This is Greyhound!  Bus gets here when bus gets here!”

The people in line laughed at my expecting decent service for what is not that much less than a Southwest Airline fare.

A sweet little Black lady, with a white fur hat that made her look like a stylized rabbit out of Alice in Wonderland, turned to me from ahead in line and said, “Public transportation, mister.  Gotta expect this kinda thing.”

I reminded her, like it was my duty as a remnant from a long gone, more caring America, “Greyhound’s not public, except for treating customers like a public toilet.”

Rather than laughter as I expected, people in line reacted in silence as though I was rocking the boat.  “What boat?  It’s a bus, you bunch of sheep!” I raged inwardly as I dug into my knapsack, grabbed the Thanksgiving leftovers Mom had made for the bus ride back to LA, the land of dreams, and thought back on my Vegas 2011 Thanksgiving, having a picnic in the terminal.

The trip got off to a rocky start in this very bus station on the way in to Vegas on Wednesday.  My stepfather Nick, a fiery tempered Sicilian who holds grudges like a character who stepped right out of Mario Puzo novel (first suspect, please, if I am ever murdered) kept me waiting at the Greyhound terminal for half an hour.

A half an hour where I’d learn the Vegas Greyhound terminal front door is a den of prostitution.  Unable to see through the dark tinted terminal front doors I was forced to stand with my backpack full of Mac gear, stranded,  like a Thanksgiving turkey ready to be plucked by pimps and thugs who kept giving me the hairy eyeball.

Finally, after what seemed hours, Nick and my Mom’s car arrived.  I quickly tossed my bags and myself into the backseat.  No apologies for running late from Nick, of course. The crabby 83 year-old-man sat stoic and uncaring at the wheel. — Not unexpected.  Nick’s not spoken to me much in three years since I read him the riot act over his outlandish claim I was trying to kill my mother by adjusting the condo temp by one degree downwards.

Most I’d hear from Nick on the entire visit was his yelling at my 82-year-old mother to “Shut the hell up!” when she screamed after he almost rear-ended a car.  A retired as a prison guard, Nick’s belligerent treatment of my Mom, like a prisoner he was keeping in check, gave me heartburn.  I had a coughing fit.

Mom asked if I was sick and I told her, “Nick yelling at you is the only thing making me sick.  Well, that and being let stranded for half an hour as I watched other arriving passengers all picked up within the first five minutes.” Getting pissed at me snapped Nick out of his tirade at Mom and back to silence.  Old training as kid from how I’d take the heat for Mom to save her from my real dad, who passed early this year.

Now, I managed a tense front seat to backseat chat where I filled Mom in on a few things in my life.  We’ve never talked about the angels and ETs working for the cause of the Shift I see in meditations.  And didn’t now.  I guess I’d think she’d feel I’ve gone off my rocker.  Why worry her?  She has no concept of what a blog is or how to work a computer and has seen nothing of my writing.

Soon we arrived at the small one bedroom condo Mom has carved into a pretty home.  She said to me timidly, not her style, “Hungry, Ken? We already ate, not knowing when you’d really get here on the bus.”

Me right with Mom and Fred, circa 1950

I played along,  even though it was only 5:30 PM, and ate alone at the kitchen counter while Mom filled in my brother Fred, who had manned the condo during my pickup from Greyhound.  Which was odd.  Fred usually came to greet me. “Ken’s goin’ to Mexico for a film shoot next month, Fred,” Mom chirped.

Fred puffed on cigarette and grunted, “Beats gardening I bet, eh, Ken?”

Fred knew from our weekly phone talks, we both cling to like a family life raft, that I’d made a deal for social media barter where I was living at a spirit resort called BushWillows north of LA.  Because they had gone into suspended animation on the resort for reasons unknown, the owners instead wanted gardening help instead of web work.

Now here was my brother, making fun of my doing manual labor to keep a roof over my head in the worst recession ever.  How it stung me to the soul.  What happened to my sweet “over the phone” brother I wondered looking at the grouchy Fred?  Yep, a voice answered, four days with Nick contaminated his aura.  He be back to normal when he returned to Wisconsin.

Mom sensed the tension with Fred and chimed in, “I bet you’re learning lotsa gardening stuff.  Right, Ken?”

“Yep.” I answered meaning it, biting into Mom’s steak that was like rubber.

“After Mexico Ken’s filming in Hawaii first two months of the year, Fred.”

I could see Fred was puzzled so much good fortune had popped up since we spoke only a few days earlier.  Now that the 11.11.11 event of 15 hours days of work for 3 solid months without pay was over and I could refocus my energy.  I was beginning to feel some of the old fire that made me a millionaire in the past.  Fred didn’t like me much when I was millionaire who’s most famous project was building Oprah’s Harpo Studios, and rightly so.  I was a dick when I was rich.  Not next time, if there is one, will it be so!

“Lousy economy might finally be lifting.” I muttered into my meal.

Soon as I finished my solo dinner and complimented Mom, despite how god awful the steak was, Nick put on his coat.  Mom and Fred quickly followed his lead.  “I just got here.  Where’s everyone going?” I groused.

“Casino, ” Fred grinned as I steamed, “Relax.  Mom and Nick did the same thing to me when I got here: Quick meal then off to the slots!”

So without even a chance to rest or a catch-up on life, besides the brief car talk with Mom from the backseat, I was soon in Nick’s car again and heading for the Orleans, a locals casino my mother and Nick frequent often for the loose Keno slots.  Nick complained to my Mom as he cruised the Orleans multi-leveled lot for a parking spot, “Handicapped spots all gone getting here so late.”

I let the dig pass, as I let so much pass with Nick.  For a comedy writer when I am not helping angels manifest a gentle 2012, this man is a gold mine for material.  We parked not very far from the door despite my “late” arrival.  I climbed from the backseat of the car, dreading the casino, already sorry I’d come.  I limped for the casino, having slightly pulled both hamstrings hauling wheelbarrows full of compost early in the week at the gardens.

Sure enough, soon I found myself in the smokey noisy as hell confines of the Orleans casino, surrounded by drunken gamblers and haggard locals.

Fred plopped himself on a Keno machine beside Mom and lit up.  Mom’s 82 but going strong and she was ready for action, silent Nick her bodyguard.  It was almost as though I ceased to exist.  I tried to make conversation, but the casino noise that keeps people hypnotized with noisy beeps and bloops and smoke won.  So I excused myself and limped my way to my old Vegas escape pod, the movies.

We all agreed, Nick in silence of course, to meet back at the Keno spot midnight when the gambling ordeal had hopefully reached an end.  I say “hopefully” because there have been nights when Mom or Fred or Nick get on a winning streak where they all stay out to 3 or 4 AM and I’d end up taking a taxi back to condo myself.

I saw two movies back to back to kill time and lose myself.  ARTHUR’S CHRISTMAS, an instant classic 4 stars out of 5 and HAPPY FEET TWO, a doh doh bird of a penguin flick, 1 star.  But I fell asleep so don’t take my word on the penguins if you enjoy hearing Robin Williams do a bad Spanish accent.

Midnight, when I got back to the Keno machines Mom and Fred were fighting about, of all things, meatballs sandwiches.  I was relieved.  The meatball fight meant they’d lost at Keno and so we’d be going home at a decent hour.  Fred was craving a Subway meatball treat and would not be swayed.  Mom who had won a little that week offered him $5 from her pot.

Fred sniped, “I have a paying job,” he said looking at me, who has not had a paying job since college, but who usually does very well despite that fact in a normal economy, “I pay for my own meatballs. And when I win I buy for everybody.”

On the way to the car, while Fred got his beloved meatball sandwich, Mom worried to me, “Fred’s been in a bad mood all week.”  I took a look a Nick and thought, “Who wouldn’t be with that sourpuss around?” feeling compassion for my beloved brother and more for Mom who was living with this grumpy diabetic every day.

But then, surprisingly, my heart began to open for my fellow grouch Nick.  At Souldrama in Italy I learned it’s what bothers you most in others that you are bothered most about in yourself.  I saw the grouch I was around the loving dream team that had come together from 11.11.11.  And here was Nick, in  the bosom of a family that loved him, driving wedges between us all and himself.  I saw the little boy Nick was who lived as an orphan on the streets of Milwaukee.  No one to love him.  And then I saw myself as an abused child who never knew what a happy family life was, wrecking the happiness all around me because I did not know how to handle joy on 11.11.11.  And I finally forgave Nick for his junk and me for mine.

I was so deep in thought about my brother grouch Nick that I barely remember getting back to Nick and Mom’s condo after the casino.  Fred ate his meatballs making a big deal of it to tease Mom, Nick pulled out the sleeper sofa. Mom and I made up my bed which I quickly collapsed into.

Despite the rough first day in Vegas I was still looking forward to tomorrow.  I’d come to Vegas almost every year for 25 years for mom’s Thanksgiving cooking.  She makes a great bird.  Mom announced to Fred and me as the lights went out, “Night, boys.  I’ll getting up to start the turkey cooking at 8AM.”

The night passed with fits of sleep as Fred snored loud enough to wake me.  As I tried about 3 Am to get back to sleep I had a vision that was fresh and pure as I saw all the many sacred sites I’d mediated at since 10/10/10 ignite with bright white sparks across the globe, Vegas included where I saw the Luxor casino erupt, spewing energy to the DreamShield surrounding the planet.  I saw it matched by energy flares from the real pyramids.

The dazzling clean and pure vision surprised me to full consciousness.  “Why was a grump like me allowed to see such angelic glory?” I thought weeping into my pillow.  I’d thought, or perhaps even hoped, that since DreamShield’s missions were on prime binary dates, that somehow after 11.11.11 my vision powers might end and life could return to normal.  Whatever normal is in these crazy times with innocent people getting beaten down in the Occupy movements.  I’d not talk about the visions with anyone next morning on Thanksgiving.

At 8AM as promised, Mom emerged from her bedroom, trusty flashlight in hand because the drapes were all closed.  I peeked open an eye to watch her tip toe past as she swung the bright LED flashlight when suddenly she tumbled to the floor!

I bolted from the sleeper sofa and helped her up.  Mom pointed the flashlight down at a cushion.  “Twisted my back.  How the hell did that get down there in my way?”

We both looked over at snoring Fred, who must have peed ten times during the night and knocked over the cushion at some point.

Mom softly giggled and squeezed my hand saying, “Go back to sleep, Ken.  I’m OK, ” and she, putting the cushion out the way, went about starting the bird cooking.

Thanksgiving was here at last.  The trusty old folding card table of 25 years of Vegas Thanksgivings came out as the Packer’s trounced Detroit on the old tube style TV.  Soon the moment I’d suffered an 8 hour Greyhound trip and put up with the casino was here.  The bird was perfection.  Mom’s stuffing was great.  All was  heaven at last except for one thing that was missing: Mom.  She was still in the kitchen cleaning up and missing the whole meal.

Then Fred did something that rattled my ego.  As Nick came to the table Fred slid the chair for him.  He even adjusted Nick’s gravy bowl to give more table space for Nick.  And all my spirituality from the night before vanished.  I was angry at Fred’s deference to this guy who made my visits to my mother such a hell.

Then Nick and Fred just dug in and started chowing down without waiting for Mom.

“Mom, I came all the way here to see you and have turkey,” I shouted to mom, cleaning up the kitchen like a mad woman.

“Yeah, come and eat, Mom, ” Fred chimed in, mouth full of turkey.

One possible answer to this mystery would come this morning as Deb, the BushWillows owner where I am staying observed about Mom’s odd behavior in her crisp South African accent as I dumped off a fresh load of compost, “Might be your Mum was cleaning up so she could get out of the house right after the turkey and resume gambling.”

Had my mother’s passion for gambling, some would say addiction, now eclipsed her time for dinner?  Who knows?  When she finally sat down when were all nearly done with her feast I tried to grab a picture of her only to be shouted at, “Don’t take my picture with my mouth full!”

My brother chimed in, “He did the same shit to me.”

I spun to Fred, camera in hand, “Shit?  You call me taking your picture shit?!”

Mom sighed, “Boys, it’s Thanksgiving.  No fighting.”

But I was furious and had to leave the table.  I’d wanted to share my adventures surviving in Hollywood over the past year, my adventures in social media, my spirit project.  And here I was fighting at the dinner table with my 58-year-old brother like we were kids while Nick shot my Mother a, “See?” look of satisfaction.

Later, I apologized to Fred and hugged him about the shoulders.  He shared he’d been not having a good time this trip.  Mom and he had been fighting the whole time for reasons he really could not put into words.

Soon as the second NFL game ended it was off to the Orleans casino again and the family disconnect.  I saw two more movies, HUGO, one star for having a boring plot and bad child acting, and THE MUPPETS, of which I give zero stars and could barely keep my turkey down through.

Friday morning the alarm had been set for 8AM to get me to the station by 10AM but once Nick started to dress he did not slow down and I found myself on the way to the horrible station far too early.   Mom tired to sit in the back seat with me but Nick would have non of that.  He barked at my mother like she was a convict to be disciplined, “Get in front with me so you don’t have to jump out at the bus station!”

I patted Mom on the shoulder from the backseat as Nick sped for the station and she held my hand.  Arriving 15 feet from the curb Nick parked in the middle of traffic.  I came to the window and kissed Mom good-bye.  She grabbed my hand as Nick raced the car off, until Mom’s soft fingers pulled away from mine.

As I finally shuffled my way onto the hour late bus I was an hour early for, the Asian Greyhound attendant who gave me such a hard to for my simple question about when the bus was coming kidded to the bus ticket taker.  “Don’t let this guy aboard.  Troublemaker.  Probably drunk.”

I smiled sadly in agreement, I’d beem drunk on family rage and rage with myself for not ascending as Laura De Leon had so brilliantly realized was the mission of 11.11.11.  I was stuck in my ego and not operating from heart.

But as I have written to Laura, when she sang like an angel on 11.11.11, something did shift in me.  A small spark deep in my heart.  The fact I can even write so clearly of my painful thanksgiving and feel compassion for Mom, for Fred, for me, even for Nick and his little inner boy from the Great Depression, gives me hope Laura’s spark is growing and that I am ascending and so is the world.

Long as the visions keep coming I promise do my humble  best continue to report the angels work to you.  I don’t profess to understand what they are doing or if I am really seeing them or if it’s all some amazing lucid dream I’ve been having for 18 months solid or it’s something they are putting in the drinking water these days.  If you like my reporting please go to DREAMSHIELD.ORG to help me help with the work of manifesting a gentle 2012.  Thanks, Ken Sheetz.

Now enjoy some Nelson Riddle about Route 66 which I traveled on for this Thanksgiving saga.

11.11.11 – Event of a Lifetime

On By Ken SheetzIn 11.11.11, 11/11/11, 2012, DreamShield, Oneness, The Shift, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Following, preserved as part of Ascension history, is the beautiful event created by Laura De León.

♥ ♥ ♥ WELCOME TO ASCENSION CITY! ♥ ♥ ♥

“We are ascending from an EGO based existence to living from our HEARTS!  The ascension is within!” – Laura De León

Come Celebrate With Us On November 11th, 2011. 11.11.11 ♥

The 11.11.11 time is the culmination and completion of a doorway to a new earth energy grid that is based on “Unconditional Love”. It is a time of great joy and celebration for this planet. This doorway opens Earth’s greater awareness to the existence of a Multidimensional Universe. A Universe that is teeming with life and that is “Infinite” in its expanse and in its “Awareness” and “Wisdom”. The activation codes 11.11.11 for this planet will have a POSITIVE and Profound effect on all of Humanity. For those that choose to ‘Live in Sacred Heart’ and ‘Live Their Inner Truth’ this day brings forth a greater reality of Harmony, Balance and Transformation. ♥ HALLELUJAH! ♥♥

The 11:11 time has also become a daily time across the world for wishing. Indeed, there are many more ancient and scientific signals of the power of the 1-ness of the number 11! Come learn more about this incredible time in the EARTH’S history!
♥
Join Us For An All day, and ALL Evening, CELEBRATION featuring: FREE Workshops, World Renowned Speakers like acclaimed UFO expert RENATO LONGATO, famed ET healer JACKIE SAVITTI, Grammy Nominated Performance Artist AROS CRYSTOS. Live Music by ‘PHILIPPO FRANCHINI and ALCHEMY’, Sacred 11.11.11 ACTIVATION, Angel Visions by Founder KEN SHEETZ. Meditations, Sacred Ceremony and Original Music with Founder LAURA DE LEÓN. LiveStream Spiritual Radio STARS Broadcasting onsite. DANCING under the FULL MOON & STARS, Compassionate, Gifted HEALERS, Friendly Aliens, & MUCH MORE, all in a tropical paradise of setting, Rancho De Las Palmas.
♥
Let’s Co-Create and CELEBRATE This Magnificent Day Together as One!  Click the poster to order early bird tickets and save up 40%!
♥
Our amazing venue. Rancho De Las Palmas, is a Sacred Tropical Paradise with Giant Crystals embedded into Stunning Fountains and Stone Art. Sparkling Waterfall. Expansive Lilly Pond with Swans, Ducks, Turtles and DOVES. Covered Pavilions. Exotic Trees and Plants throughout the property. Ancient Sacred Symbols embedded into walls and stone walk ways. In beautiful Moorpark, CA Just up the 101 Freeway east of Malibu. Easy access. Abundant FREE Parking.

Delicious and Hearty Vegetarian, Raw and Vegan foods & yummy beverages will be available for purchase through-out the event. : ) Also, Some of LA’s Best GREEN Vendors.

EARLY BIRD TICKETS: $65 ONE price gets you into ALL Work-shops, ALL Speakers, ALL LiveStream Radio Shows LIVE, Yoga Classes, Performance Artist, Live Music Performances, Dancing Under the Stars and All Sacred Meditation Ceremonies.

♥ ♥ ♥ON SALE Beginning September 15th at BUZZBROZ.COM

……………..♥ ♥ ♥ EVENT HOURS: 9:30AM till MIDNIGHT ♥ ♥ ♥

OPENING CEREMONY:

♥ Opening Ceremony: ‘In Gratitude to Gaia’ begins at 10:00AM
♥ Yoga Classes throughout the day.
♥ SUNSET Meditation/Ceremony begins at 4:45PM
♥ Work-Shops from: 11:30AM till 4:30
♥ Evening Speakers begin at: 6PM
♥ LIVE MUSIC Throughout the evening.
♥ 11.11.11 Activation Ceremony ‘OPEN TO RECEIVE THE LIGHT” begins at 10PM.
♥ Dancing under the FULL MOON till MIDNIGHT with:
……♥ ♥ ♥ PHILIPPO FRANCHINI and ALCHEMY’ ♥ ♥ ♥

Expanded list of more Loving Edge Speakers, Workshops, Performers and Entertainment to follow.

Come be part of this Transformational Event and we will Co-Create the most amazing future TOGETHER as ONE! ♥ Namaste ♥

♥ Big THANKS to LA Location Sponsor EarthShiftProducts.com! ♥

♥ ATTENTION VENDORS ♥

We are looking for Green and Conscious VENDORS for Vegetarian, Vegan and Raw Food. Contact Laura De Leon at: dreamshield@me.com. for pricing and information on how to be part of this MAGICAL day.

SNEAK PEEKS!
All about the 11.11.11 day of magical events in one video!


Now take a sneak peek at our amazing Rancho De Las Palmas venue .  Big thanks to LA location sponsor EarthShiftProducts.com!

Early bird tickets on sale now at BUZZBROZ!

11.11.11 Mystic Market

On By Ken SheetzIn 11.11.11, 11/11/11, 2012, DreamShield, Mayan Calendar, The Shift, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Tired of shopping at events held in cramped old hotels with expensive parking or in dusty conference halls with hard concrete floors and bad air? So were we!  So we created one of the most beautiful fresh air markets ever,

Between our dozen ascension workshops and great speakers, guest a shopped break and dined in vegan style and fresh air comfort at beautiful spiritual retreat Rancho De Las Palmas.

Green was the way for the Golden Age and DreamShield 11.11.11 The Ascension Convention, where Peter Pergelides with an assist from Ken Sheetz and Laura De Leon gathered together some of best exhibitors in the biz for our event.

Let’s start with our sponsors Earth Shift Products for 11.11.11’s tropical shopping retreat…

11.11.11 MYSTIC MARKET

EARTH SHIFT PRODUCTS

Providing Vegan Food, Raw Organic Food and Organic Food Online & Much More!

If you are searching for a quality online health food store, look no further than Earth Shift Products. We provide the very best online selection of raw and organic foods. Whether you want 100% Organic Agave Nectar to use as a natural sweetener, or organic handmade chocolate for an indulgent treat, or organic Blue Green Algae to help integrate brain and body function, you can find it here. Earth Shift Products is focused on more than just superfoods.

We also carry supplements such as Eucalyptus Oil, one of the strongest natural antiseptics around, and MSM Powder to help with joint health. In addition to our products for the body, we also offer household products like organic hemp wick Bee Line a natural alternative to lighters and matches.

If you want to learn more about raw organic food, then the Raw Food Bible by Craig Sommers is a must read. As an Earth Shift Products member you will save up to 70% off of retail prices on all of our products. You also receive our monthly newsletter, recipes, videos and full social networking access at the Earth Shift Project Community. We want you to think of Earth Shift Products as more than just your typical online vegan food store. Our site and products will help you live better, healthier, and smarter. Are you ready for the shift?

SACRED FRIENDS – SAM KIWASZ

Sam Kiwasz and his tight knit community of Sacared Friends are one of the most respected exhibitors in New Age community displaying the finest Miron Violet glass and other sacred merchandise.

Says Sam, ” Just before the 1987 Harmonic Convergence, an idea came to me while meditating on top of the Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacan, Mexico. It was simply to create a sacred gathering space in my home where people could come on a weekly basis to support each other’s evolution. Thus was birthed “Transformational Friends of Santa Monica”.

We met every Wednesday night in my 2 bedroom apartment for 1 ½ years. Our evening consisted of a ½ hour silent meditation, music, speakers from the community and consciousness raising movies. We shared our hopes, dreams, fears, and I provided a wonderful wholesome meal for everyone. My intention was that anyone who came into my home would be uplifted on all levels just by being part of our community circle. We had as many as 40 attend my weekly gatherings at Transformational Friends.”

From that early beginning Sacred Friends has grown to include over 800 members.  Says customer and Sacred Friend Ken Sheetz,. DreamShield’s founder, “We are honored, of all the 11.11.11 events happening on this once in a lifetime day, that Sam chose our Ascension Convention to exhibit at over all the others.  Laura De Leon, my partner in DreamShield, and I wanted Sam with us as we are interested in a quality not quantity of vendors for this special day of ascension and Sam fit the bill on all accounts.

LIFE SOURCE WATER SYSTEMS

LifeSource has been committed to environmental awareness and protection since our founding in 1984. Since that time we have focused on returning water to its natural state, in a way that doesn’t harm people or our planet. Our products do not use or add chemicals or salts (that might find their way into our ecosystem) to water – our products simply remove unwanted substances while leaving naturally occurring and healthy minerals in the water. This principle of our corporate philosophy is as important to LifeSource as the quality of our products and the cost-efficiency of our operations. We place our innovations in the interests of the safety of people, the economical use of resources, and environmental sustainability.LifeSource has been endorsed by several environmental groups, including Global Green and Children’s Health Environmental Coalition, (CHEC). LifeSource is also proud to support The House of Children. Their indigenous health project reaches children and families through secure water, improved sanitation, bilingual health & hygiene and education programs aimed at improving health and hygienic infrastructure in context to their cultural and environmental needs. This indigenous health project is a first of its kind to be piloted in a native community in the southeastern Peruvian Amazon. This pilot project can be replicated in the Manu Rain Forest, as well as serve as a multicultural model for the preservation of biological and cultural diversity for indigenous people globally. LifeSource takes pride in being a founding sponsor of this critical effort.

Dr. Mehmet Oz, physician and author, is best known for his numerous appearances as a health expert on The Oprah Show, as well as his own syndicated series, The Dr Oz Show.  In October 2009, Dr. Oz led a serious of discussions with leading experts in the field, during which he repeatedly recommended that homeowners use a water filter. He insists that a whole house water filter is crucial in order to protect their family from the chemicals in municipal water.  Dr. Oz says, “I don’t think you should be bathing your kids in the tub unless you know that water is clean.”

Clean, healthy water is the way to go…just ask Dr. Oz or the friendly and professional LifeSource staff manning the booth at our 11.11.11 Convention.

RON ELGAS – PSYCHIC READER

Psychic since childhood, raised in both mystic and metaphysical teachings, Ron has enjoyed a lifetime steeped in vibrant flavors of divine essence.  Ron has been a professional psychic for over 30 years as well as a contractor with an emphasis on green and sustainable construction for an overlapping 40 years. These days Ron is an organic farmer and co-owner of A Bee Organic Certification Agency in De Luz California. He makes time for readings as they’re mostly fun and these days with changes unfolding so quickly, even the most centered client needs the occasional reality(s) check.

It is Ron’s experience that we create our own realty in relation to the energies, tides, seasons of life. Meaning there are patterns, openings and gatekeepers always present. A lifetime is made up of- reactions to the doorways/patterns or with focused action in partnership to those same doorways and gatekeepers. It’s the optional choice between being hit and tumbledrepeatedly by the tide or swimming to catch the wave. There is no right or wrong but there is a difference in where we end up and the joy and ownership taken in getting there.

Ron is always happy to play with those in the process of awakening!  This man is known for his deep belly-laugh and compassion even as he mirrors the impossible… which is never impossible if the timing is right and the intent is present. A typical Ron client is the being who is relinquishing outgrown family and cultural quagmires and learning to create from new ground. They value the maps, the humor and the fact that he’s good at holding open the doors and offering a steadying hand as they step through…

~11-11-11 Special~

11 Minute Reading – $22.00

Private readings are done by appointment, mostly via phone.  http://ronelgas.com/

$160 for an Hour Reading Half-hour Reading is $80. To schedule an appointment or to dial at a per-scheduled reading time; Call – 760-731-7585

SIFU ROB MOSES

Rob Moses is a kung fu alchemist. In 1977 he began his formal training under master Kam Yuen at the Tai Mantis Academy, where he received his degree in northern Shaolin/Tai Chi Praying Mantis.

In 1983, Moses began training actor David Carradine, of TV’s Kung Fu fame. Moses helped David prepare for his role in the Chuck Norris film, Lone Wolf McQuade. In Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, Moses performed the role of Master Khan, the weapons expert and sergeant at arms. Moses would later prepare David for his role in the film Kill Bill.

Golden Spiral WellnessIn 2002 the United States Martial Arts Hall of Fame honored Moses with its “Founder of the Year” award for his development of Tai Shan Nine Palms. He received an International Soke Award as the founder of Tai Shan Mantis, a complete martial system that incorporates traditional and neoclassical kung fu.

Moses then began to explore the relations between sacred geometry and the human form. Through years of experimentation, he perfected his theory, extracted from a Fibonacci Spiral, manifested as the “perfect human gear.“ The extent of his discovery is revealed in the book The Divine Code of Da Vinci, Fibonacci, Einstein and You. This led to the development of the Phsiostix, a patented apparatus that helps enhance workouts using geometry, alignment and balance.

MIKAELA RAE

Hot Mama’s Naughtti Biscotti Conscious Cookies are brought to you as the best Organic, Kosher, Gluten-Free and Naturally Sweetened biscotti by master baker, Mikaela Rae of Topanga, CA. Handmade by a team of natural healers filling each cookie with Reiki energy and ensuring that every bite is a divine experience. Mikaela Rae is the multi-talented owner and President of Hot Mama’s Naughtti Biscotti and a spiritual healer. In the past she was a television actress, blues singer and make-up artist who’s traveled the world tasting the best desserts and foods all over. She began developing recipes in 2004 then relocated back to NYC to officially begin her baking company in 2006.

By initially making the biscotti as gifts for her friends and family, they soon convinced her to make it a business, and so she did. Hot Mama’s Naughtti Biscotti are created with the freshest ingredients including organic gluten-free flour, sweetened with organic natural beet sugar, generously dipped in the finest Ghiradelli or raw Picari chocolate and covered with nuts, spices, teas or fruit zest.

They are sinfully divine, absolutely delicious and full of flavor. The biscotti will be sold in The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf stores in California, Nevada and Arizona and soon to follow across the US and popping up in other store brands, Hollywood studios and vineyards. They are also available through retail mail order online at www.hotmamasbiscotti.com. Order early for your holiday events and gifts. Corporate accounts welcome. We look forward to bringing you the best tasting, all natural and organic biscotti you’ve ever experienced.


11.1.11 LAY LINES ACTIVATION!

On By Ken SheetzIn 11.11.11, 11/11/11, 11:11, 2012, DreamShield, Mayan Calendar, Mt. Shasta, Pyramid, The Shift, UFO, UncategorizedLeave a comment

“OH WOW! OH WOW! OH WOW!” – Last words of Steve Jobs as he passed.

DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz

New DreamShield FB Landing Page

November 1st, 11.1.11, first of the last the powerful binary dates leading to 11.11.11!

Yesterday was a hard-working Halloween; booking a block of discount rooms for our of town guests at the beautiful, and close to the event, Grand Vista Hotel (just mention “Rancho De Las Palmas 11.11.11 DreamShield” for your discount price of only $60 a night!), creating a new landing page for DreamShield on Facebook, and making thousands of new invites. But before I decide to climb from bed to start another marathon day of 11.11.11 planning and promotion I decide to meditate.  Something amazing, even for this work for a gentle 2012 filled with amazing visions, happens.

THE ELEVEN LADDER

No sooner have I taken my first meditation breath when Archangel Michael appears instantly in my cozy room at BushWillows.  Michael, a human-form angel, is dressed in white robes and wields a golden sword and gem encrusted shield.  I am happy to see the powerful angel is ready for anything the retreating spoil sport dark forces might still throw at us.

He smiles down on my exhausted meditating body and says in my own voice, “I give you, Kenneth, the meaning of the power of 11s of 11.11.11.”

The number 11 floats from the palm of Michael’s hand to form a glistening ladder above my bed. “See now, the 11s are the two sides of a ladder joined by the cords of humanity’s DNA, at last being made fully complete on 11.11.11.”

I’d met many spirits and beings in this work so far and all have spoken in their own voices. So I ask, trying to hide my skeptical nature, “Why do I hear you with my own voice, Michael?”

Archangel Michael cracks a wry smile and says, “I speak to you, Kenneth, with your own inner voice, because my voice was created to speak to the whole world at one time.  Your mortal form could not handle such a vibration as my true voice produces.”

This rings so true it sends a shiver down my spine.

“Now cease all suspicions and climb, Kenneth.”

I reach upward and take hold of the ladder.  I feel my spirit slip from my meditating body as I climb through the ceiling of the aptly named Green Room here at BushWillows. The rungs of the ladder are cool to the touch and of a pearl-like material.

Shortly, I am above the city of angels here in the Shadow Hills.  I’m normally not afraid of heights but the angelic ladder has a lot of bounce and sway.  It unnerves me to say the least.

“Don’t look down!” Archangel Michael’s mighty voice rings out, now that my spirit-self can hear his real voice without vibrating my mortal body to pieces.  His voice is laced with trumpet sound and echoes over the San Fernando valley.  I look up and see a jet pass right through the ladder.  This almost makes me fall off.

I realize it’s best to just look straight ahead and climb fast as I can. Up and up I ascend, gaining speed and confidence.  Up through high wafting clouds, up past the edge of our atmosphere and into the inky black of space.

“What next?” I think as I transform into an ET blue angel form.  Elated to be one of these amazing ETs in this vision, one I know as Ohom, I fly off at incredible speed over the earth.  “Where am I going?” I ask but  know somehow without being told by Archangel Michael at my side.

We race faster than the speed of light for Europe.  “Are we heading for Italy where all the visions began?” I wonder to my higher ET blue angel self.

Michael reads my mind and says, “We are flying to Bosnia, for the pyramid of the Sun, higher that the great pyramid of Egypt.  You have an important mission I want you to perform for me.”

Tiny Bosnia in sight, I rocket down from the stars faster than any human eye can detect in a beeline for the slumbering pyramid. I’ve flown many times in meditation and dream but never with this speed or power!   I quickly remember why this vision is so powerful.  Today is 11.1.11, first of the last 3 pure binary code dates.

In less than a heartbeat, my ET self blasts through the soil that most of the pyramid still lays buried under. I bore with ease and angelic grace through tons of stone and burst into the heart of the pyramid, a vast echoing secret chamber that no one has laid eyes on in countless eons.

Chanting in the blue ET alien language I do not understand, I extend my blue angel hands.  Blue fire leaps out of my hands to illuminate the dim walls of the chamber.  Carved alien symbols on the walls ignite and burn, not blue as I expect, but a sacred purple.

Somehow knowing my job has been quickly done, I bound up through the pyramid.  Up through a thunder-head cloud that flashes and booms, rocketing into space once more.

Waiting for me patiently, as though this sort of mission is an every kind of occurrence for him, Archangel Michael hovers nearby.  He looks down upon the earth, a pleased smile on his handsome face.

Far below, on the blue world we call earth,  I see what Michael is so happy about.  From the activated Bosnian Pyramid of the Sun, purple fire races in glowing lines across the face of the earth.  The purple lines reach other pyramids, both known and unknown.  One by one all the pyramids of earth light up brilliant purple and shoot out energy into the lay lines to form a web of fiery purple lines energy around the entire planet.

The four adorable dogs that guard BushWillows have been let loose from the main house, by their owner Deb, I can tell from all the barking. Their happy barks stir from me my meditation before I can ask the meaning of this powerful pyramid activation to Archangel Michael.

I swing my feet from bed and rub my hands over the eagle hair pattern in the back of my head that some of the projects fans, who call me Eagle Man,  say was the eagle put in my hair by angels to help me overcome my doubts.  Amazed by the power of this fading vision, I repeat Steve Jobs reported last words, “Oh wow.  Oh wow.  Oh wow.”

Looking at the time on my night stand clock I have little time to wash up and dress to travel with my twin flame Laura De León to meet with the Vegan chef Jesse to hear their wonderful menu he is planning for 11.11.11 The Ascension Convention.  I can’t wait to tell Laura about the visit from Archangel Michael and what I was honored to witness.

Despite 18 months of these amazing visions, nagging doubts remain that all this could be my overactive imagination.  However, after seeing the angels close the Bermuda Triangle back in January of this year, after which immediately, societies all over the Middle East overthrew dictators and corrupt governments, then the rise of Occupy, it gives me great hope that my visions alongside humanity’s ascension is wonderfully real. And so I work on for the hope of a Gentle 2012.

Tickets on sale for 11.11.11 at DreamShield.org.  Hope to ascend with you on 11.11.11 at tropical paradise Rancho De Las Palmas, just east of Malibu, CA.

New Angels of a Gentle 2012

On By Ken SheetzIn 11.11.11, 11/11/11, 11:11, 2012, DreamShield, Mayan Calendar, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, The Shift, UFO2 Comments

“During this special time in history I am feeling when people die, not just people I know and love, they become new angels in the work of the Shift to a gentle 2012.” – Ken Sheetz

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

James Troesh Wheelchair Warrior

Yesterday I learned a good friend and colleague in the film world had passed.  What made Jim Troesh special was not the fact he achieved a brilliant film career despite being a quadriplegic.  No, it was Jim’s heart that was special about him.  He battled depression and overcame a stacked deck to win in Hollywood.

His was not the blazing star career that made him world-famous, but to about 1,000 of us who belong to Marc and Elaine Zicree’s film group The Table, he was every bit as big a star as Deniro, maybe bigger.

And Jim was one of the very first people I shared my vision of the creation of the DreamShield for earth’s protection with when I returned from Italy summer of 2010.  His warm acceptance of my vision helped inspire me to stick my neck out to share my visions with the world.  He liked the mission so much he even asked me for a Reiki healing.  I’ll never forget his smiling face as I looked inside him and healed away white spurs of energy that were agitating his paralyzed spine.  Jim relaxed and said he felt much better.

Left is the picture I took of Jim after my impromptu healing session at a pizza parlor called Pitfire, near his modest apartment in Noho.

As I wrote to my partner in DreamShield, Laura De Leon, last night about Jim’s untimely death at 54, a death likely prompted by cuts in California’s health care benefits, I heard Jim’s sweet voice in my mind.

“Hey, Ken.  Love what you and Laura are doing with DreamShield.  I’ll be helping out from the next dimension.”

“Nice to hear, Jim.” I answered in my mind back, no longer surprised by such ghostly visits. Visits that have included my father, grandmother and, yes, Abe Lincoln over the past few years as the Shift began and my psychic powers grew or perhaps somehow a screw got loose.  I am the most cynical light worker you’ll ever meet.  I don’t know what’s causing all these visions and I don’t care anymore.  I go with the flow and leave open the possibility this is all real or a trick of my mind.  What matters is how wonderful it makes me and those around me feel.

“How’s it hangin’? I added.

“Never better.  It’s amazing on the other side.  Thanks for the tribute video.  Guess I didn’t know you cared that much about what I was about.”

“Jim, whenever I struggle in Hollywood and get depressed all I gotta do is think of you making a success of your life in a wheelchair and the pity party is over.”

“My wheelchair has transformed into a cool spaceship, Ken.  You should see it, man.  Zoom!”

“Maybe I will on 11/11/11 at our Ascension Convention.  We have a guy named Renato Longato calling in UFOs that night.”

“Cool.  My ship’s got lots of room.  Looks like a 50s flying saucer.  Ha ha!  The angels formed it out of the wheels of my chair!”

This brave beautiful image brought a tear to my eye and I stopped typing to Laura.

“I know production, Ken.  I know you and Laura have taken on a lot preparing for 11/11/11 and 500 guests, video feeds from all over the world.  It’s big what you are each doing to help the Shift.”

“Thanks.”

“Shut up and listen.  I’ll be breaking orbit soon on my first training mission with the new ship.  You and Laura have to remember to keep this fun.  You’re the twin flames of DreamShield.  It’s vital to the project you two work in harmony. Vital.”

“Fate of the world?” I chuckled to myself.

“Don’t knock what you are doing.  You’ve seen the changes happening.”

“The angels could have picked a younger guy for this mission and Laura is only now completely healing from past health issues. Why us?”

“Why not? Fear not you’ll each be given plenty of juice for your 11/11/11 Ascension Convention and onto a gentle 2012.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

Jim’s silence greeted me and I finished my email to Laura with his advice on dream team harmony.

Here’s my tribute video to Jim made from a pilot he produced and starred in with DreamShield friend Cali Rossen.

Will we see Jim’s flying saucer made from his wheelchair on 11/11/11?  Does it matter?  In reading this blog you already have!

Advance tickets for 11/11/11 The Ascension Convention on sale now at BuzzBroz.com