WAR TO PEACE, A 12.12.12 ANTARCTICA VISION OF THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER

 

This morning I had a profound vision in Sedona, on the road to Antarctica, of one of 24 time zone meditations I will conduct on 12.12.12 with your support.

I have little ego about all this.  It’s brilliant work I am simply channeling by the spirit guides.

WAR TO PEACE VISION

The vision I saw today was shift of man’s predilection to War to overriding Peace.I stood on the ice of Antarctica on 12.12.12 and raised my hands which tingled with massive energy.  Weapons, from hand guns to atomic missiles, smashed from the ice the medicine wheel I had laid out in the snow.  The sound of sorrow of the collective human soul became a raging vortex of all the weapons of the earth spinning high about the arctic landscape. A hurricane of death.I saw my tiny human form, my crystal skull glowing through my 60 year-old pale skin, skin, strike the snow with my walking stick, like some modern Gandalf. “SHIFT!” my voice echoed through the crystals of icebergs nearby.  A chill, not from the cold, but the magnetism of South Pole, sent a shiver down my spine.

Doves of dazzling white sprung to flight from the snow. — One dove of peace for each weapon of death.  The doves began to glow with an intensity greater than the sun. The angelic doves grabbed hold of the weapons with impossibly sharp talons and drew out negative energy from the weapons.  Around and around the doves worked their magic until the weapons turned white-hot, molten.The melting weapons and doves forged themselves into single molten blob.  The silver blog sank, steaming into the mile thick ice sheet of Antarctica. I peered over the precipice into the deep shaft and beheld a silver spaceship lifting off!

No UFO, this was a human made spaceship. I heard angelic singing as the ship roared past.  Humanity’s war energy had shifted from war to peace to reach the stars.

Will this really happen when I reach Antarctica?  My spirit guides won’t say.  So we’ll only know when I get there.

Namaste,

Ken

U-turn on the Road to Antarctica

Life is what happens when we make other plans – John Lennon

By Ken Sheetz

I am so glad I listened to my spirit guides and turned around from my trip to Sedona, on route to Antarctica, to visit Bradley Quick in the hospital when I heard the news of his cancer.

Bradley passed like his name, Quick. His end was not a long drawn out affair but one of grace and humor where he broke all visit records at St. Joseph’s hospital.

Considering that hospital is in Burbank, the entertainment capital of the world that says a lot about the man Bradley Quick.

His family was pleasantly surprised by his amazing popularity and the love people have for him as they paid their last respects, still hoping he’d pull off a miracle and get well.Bradley work of his charity for http://thecoolchangefoundation.org/, which I hope carries on his amazing work in curing people of addiction through the media with broadcasts daily as a beacon of hope, is cool indeed.I was his roomie in barter for social media for 18 very cool months.
Bradley sang every day. Not well but joyously. Like all human relationships we had our ups and downs. Early in our Odd couple lifestyle I even punched Bradley in the face once over a territory fight over spitting in my sink one day. Bradley had Hep C and I was furious he’d spit in the one spot I reserved for washing my dishes!But I pulled the punch because Bradley would not put up his fists when I asked him to duke it out. He staggered back after my punch and still would not fight, despite being in better shape and ten years my junior.
We got past it and it became one of our favorite stories of my transformation under his daily life coaching.We got way past our original territory battles and I made over 150 videos with over 1 million views on YouTube and built Bradley’s popular LiveStream channel http://www.livestream.com/coolchange. But without question I got the better end of the barter with Mr. B. Thanks for teaching me how to be cool, Bradley Quick. I will dedicate a meditation for you on 12.12.12 in Antarctica and I know you’ll be at my side with the penguins for the completion of the planetary shift mission you set me on for http://dreamshield.org/With love on the road to Antarctica,
Ken Sheetz

ET Cure for Humanity’s Insanity Virus Nears

“Suppose, then, that all men were sick or deranged, save one or two of them who were healthy and of right mind. It would then be the latter two who would be thought to be sick and deranged and the former not!”
(Aristotle, Metaphysics 340BC)

By Ken Sheetz

Back in early July, I channeled my ET higher self Ohom to invite him to my UFO Skywatch on July 14th.  But as you see in this video Ohom declined the invite because humanity has a virus, an insanity virus to be precise.

So when the spaceships did not come when July 14th arrived I was sad but not surprised.  Humans as a species are terrifying to the ETs who see us as a greedy beings wrecking its own world, murdering each other and all life on this planet.  Witness last month’s Batman killings for sheer madness with no point but violence itself, or as recent as today’s massacre at a Sihk temple in my home state of Wisconsin.

Over the past seven months, based at Great Spirits Ranch, both on and off the ranch, I’ve witnessed insanity and drug abuse in the liberal left Light Worker community, and to the far right, equally bizarre behavior.  In myself I’ve battled jealousy, ego and depression.  In other words as ranch owner Deb Malmazada is famed for saying, “We are all f’ked up in (human) form.”

I was losing hope entirely for a gentle shift of 2012 when one morning a 4AM the soft echoing voice of Ohom, my higher ET self and guide, woke me from a deep slumber. “Ken, we want to test a cure for the human insanity virus on you.  Go to your faucet with your DreamShield coffee mug and get some fresh water.”

I’ve learned it’s far easier to comply with these odd requests, did as I was asked, and drank.  The 11.11.11 DreamShield mug glowed faintly in the darkness of the early morning as I placed the mug back on the RVs little night stand shelf and went instantly back to sleep.

I soon found myself in dream.  I was running through a strange yet familiar structure, running from a demon.  The demon, I somehow realized for the first time in a lifetime filled with these sorts of nightmares, was my own negative energy.  So I stopped in archway and turned to face my dark side.  The demon overtook me and my face twisted into monstrous forms. I panicked as leathery skin spread across my body.  Bat like wings erupted from my back and razor claws burst painfully from my finger tips.

Despite my terror, I willed myself to stay in the dream.  Pressure drummed in my ears until I thought my head would explode.  But in time, I have no idea how long this inner battle went on, I was able to integrate all the dark energy.  The horrific images of demonic transformation faded.  I looked at myself in a mirror in the dream, myself once more, only stronger.  A new twinkle in my eyes.

A voice called me to wakefulness with a mild Russian accent, “How is it you are feeling, Ken?”

“Like a Mac truck ran me over.  Thanks.  Is this my Russian physicist self from the 19th century the Damanhur have told me about?” I asked the voice.

“Da.  I am interested in how your ego has been affected by the waters,” the voice replied in good humor.

Confused on how I could be in the present and past at the same time I surrendered to the moment and simply answered, “I’ll get back to you, comrade.”

“Take heart, Dreamer.  The negativity visiting upon you, it is absorbed into the crystal caverns and waters below Great Spirits Ranch.   There, I and the team of ET scientists work day and night for the cure to the human insanity virus.

The virus, it is a mutation of the ancient Black Plague. It is sneaky and hides in the folds of the human brain. Look for yourself, Ken!” the voice echoed in my head .

I went into meditation and watched the dark recesses of my brain folds begin to light up with blue white light.  The cure was changing me.  But would it work?

When that long night’s labors ended, seems I work 24 hours some days, it was about 7:30 am.  I did my morning rituals as the birds sang, cleaned up after breakfast and commuted the 100 yards from the RV to my amazing office here at the ranch atop Malibu.

How, I wondered as I walked past the flowers and trees that adorn my commute, could people make themselves, human f’cked up in form me included,  make life, even here in a Malibu paradise, so miserable?  No wonder in the Bible stories God finally kicks out Adam and Eve out of Eden!  We are a contentious cantankerous lot.

After completing my agreed to 4 hours per day of social media, that pays my room and board at the ranch, and at various other places I’ve been blessed to visit these past two years since seeing my first visions in Italy, I decided I needed a break from the electronic world.

So I volunteered to help Deb, and new ranch hand Jason, with some manual labor.  We cleared brush from one of the patio areas where a new TV show’s cast and crew would be dinning over the weekend.  A short while into the work, Deb turned to me and said in her harsh yet straight forward style she is famed for, in her Maryland east coast accent she has never lost despite coming to LA as a kid, “I gotta end the board part of our bargain.  You’ll have to buy your own groceries from now on.  And I we need to rework our whole bargain soon.  I just don’t see the value of social media for my ranch.”

I could tell Deb was expecting a big scene from me, something she relishes in her cathartic way she provokes people’s issues to the surface.  But much as it stung what Deb was saying, I simply shrugged while gathering leaves and said, “OK.  Let’s figure something else out, Deb.  All I know is I want to stay on the ranch a while longer.”

My simple peaceful reaction to Deb’s words, without debate, was exciting progress for Mr. Debate here. We both felt a thrill in my change of style and happily finished our gardening together.  Deb made fabulous sandwiches for lunch to celebrate my victory over anger and ego.

I continue seeing things occurring on the ranch, the world and myself that show me the cure is far from perfected,  but I am hopeful that one morning I’ll be awoken again by Ohom’s voice to drink the waters of the ranch and the cure to the human insanity virus, devouring our world from the inside out, will at last be at hand.

LUXOR MEDITATION

From the heights of these pyramids, forty centuries look down on us.
Napoleon Bonaparte

By Ken Sheetz

A powerful Shaman told me, in 2011, that before 12.21.12 got here I would do a powerful meditation to correct the energetic geometry of the Luxor pyramid to match that of Giza.  Now, over a year later, on June 13, 2012, the time had come to fulfill this part of my mission.  Hard to believe it has already been two years now of fantastic planetary meditations to many energetic points around the world- with many more to come, so stay tuned to this blog.

Lynda Valliche
Lynda Valliche

Despite being TSA-worn from the short hop flight from LA, I went straight to the Luxor hotel/casino and met my meditation partner for this DreamShield work, Lynda Valliche.  I explained to Lynda what we’d be doing over a coffee in the Starbucks tucked away in the vast lobby.  The actress , singer, business woman and healer was enthused to begin and so we headed into the sloped elevator and up into the pyramid.

I had booked a private room, 17-106 (any numerology experts out there?), for the meditation because I knew it would be impossible to meditate in the noisy casino/lobby or grounds of the hotel.  Lynda and I chatted excitedly as we made our way to the room across the 17th floor balcony, past the endless inverted rows of rooms.  I sensed ET beings taking up positions in each of the hotels hundreds of rooms to power the meditation.  The air of the giant hotel was totally electric.

While I used my Mac and Google to research the proper dimensions to make the Luxor an energetic twin to Giza, Lynda took apart the cushions of a lounge chair and arranged a comfortable place for us to meditate, near the sloped glass of the curtain wall.

Ken Sheetz’s natural eagle hair pattern appeared in 2010. I said It’s proved an amazing tool in his meditations.

Soon, Lynda and I were deep in meditation.  I held forth my hands to the windows, which floated in the sunlit reflection of the mirrored glass, looking quite alien.  I told Lynda I sensed the ET angels in each room putting their hands forth with us.  But as soon as I set the intent for the angels to create an energetic match to the Giza pyramid, I felt a resistance to the energetic expansion. After struggling a bit longer with the expansion I described the unexpected resistant energy to Lynda.

A moment later, Lynda’s guides sent her a message.  She explained she was being told that the mission had changed, that she and I were now to join the Luxor to a secret pyramid somewhere else in the world.  She asked me how I felt about this.

I said it rang true because the eagle pattern that appeared mystically in my hair pattern when I first saw the angels create the DreamShield in Italy in 2012, had begun to tingle.  I turned my energetic of the eagle loose and it blazed out the Luxor hotel windows and was quickly in high orbit, scanning the earth at impossible speed.  Soon, buried beneath a mountain in China, my mystical eagle located Lynda’s guide’s hidden pyramid.  Looking through the eagle’s eyes I gazed upon a giant China pyramid as it glowed with a white energy like the Luxor’s.  A shudder ran through me as the Luxor pyramid began adding thousands of levels to its ever-expanding base.  Deep into the earth the Luxor rapidly grew, while the pyramid in China did the same. Heading for a collision at the earth’s magnetic iron core.

Soon the two pyramids joined, not in a collision, but gently intertwining at the spinning earth’s core.  I felt pure electricity blast through me, but I was unafraid knowing Lynda and I were both well protected by the host of ET angels in the Luxor’s every room and on every new level added to the pyramid.  I saw an eagle-eye vision of a new giant diamond that spanned the earth between the opposing pyramids.

The planet size diamond now began to turn and blast out a powerful wave of energy that swept across the entire universe.  I marveled at the sight of alien races on many worlds welcoming this wave of new energy.  I was delighted seeing our work wash over countless worlds.  I was everywhere at once.  One with the cosmos, realizing the shift of 2012 is universal and earth’s role far more than we realize in our human form.

The dazzling visions faded and I lowered my trembling hands.  After sharing what we each saw and felt, Lydna expressed her dislike for the term “angels”.  I explained it was the best term I could use given how similar the ETs that work with me look to angels, except they are 7 to 10 feet tall, blue and have spiked wings that glitter. One can imagine that primitive man would think these ETs angels Gods. The explanation seemed to satisfy her a bit and we laughed it off, hugged good-bye and she hurried off for some fun with family and friends in good old 3D Vegas.

Alone in the room, the sun setting over Vegas, I walked to the sloped glass wall of the pyramid and touched it.  My happy face hung suspended in a reflection.  I chuckled because I had seen my face like this in a dream the previous week and now here it was.  Confirmation.  You see, I still have some lingering doubts from time to time about all this vision stuff.  The ETs give me these signs, like the eagle on branded on my head, to remind me this all real on another dimension of reality that affects ours.  I smiled at my alien-like reflection, amazed how these DreamShield meditations never turn out how I, or in this case a shaman in 2011, might have preconceived them.

And for these surprises in the planetary meditation work I am grateful.  The unpredictable nature of what we do keeps us safe from the dark forces who underestimate the power of the work.  I love how the element of surprise keeps all this so much fun for me and my mediation teams, from 2 and up in size, that been blessed to be a small, but vital, part of the shift to a gentle 2012.

Before she left the Luxor, Lynda made sure to tell me her guides say that outcome of the Shift is not yet certain.  I agreed because this is a free will world and the future has many possible outcomes.  But assured her that if we do the work my guides tell me humanity will not fail.  Change will come.  And it won’t be overnight change like some happy movie ending.  It might even seem hopeless at times.  But over 50 years, change will come and our world will be saved from our species’ self-destruction.  This has been a protected world since May of 2010.  The game is over and who knows if the process might accelerate?  But it certainly won’t be longer than 50 years, the speed at which a planetary transformation manifests currently.

In one epic dream after the Luxor meditation, I stood in a large group in ceremony at Great Spirits Ranch, where I am based in 2012 and blessed with amazing support.  And I saw an old friend get possessed by an alien presence.  My old pal’s face filled with black veins and then he assured me in a strained voice, “Everything will be fine.  Don’t give up.”  Talk about keeping me on target!

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EXPAND HEAVEN

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Heaven

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.
Mark Twain

By Ken Sheetz

The visions here at Great Spirits Ranch continue to astound me.  Last night I awoke at 4:30 AM and knew I must do a DreamShield meditation for the next phase of the Shift, a phase we’ve all been waiting billions of years for, since the birth of this universe.  And without any “thinking” I knew what I must do: Expand Heaven.

I traveled to the dimension of Heaven in a blink, how I knew the way I do not question, I simply knew.  There were gathered a multitude sitting amongst the clouds.  I’ve never been to Heaven before so my earthly mind said, “Hmm, people sitting on clouds.  Guess the cliches were cliches because it’s true.”

I announced, in a surprising voice that carried to the infinite distances of the tiny point of Heaven, which is a dimension no bigger than a molecule, “On March 12, 2012, Hell was closed for once and for all.  Reconstruction of a new inner Earth in it’s place is going perfectly.  Now, the time has come to end Heaven as well.”

I could see sadness, but resolve, on the faces of the many beings from countess worlds, and so I added, “Rejoice, for Heaven is to be dissolved and spread.  Expanded until its essence permeates all the universe and thereby brings a new Heaven to all.”

And a great cheer rose from the countless angels and spirits.  Then, in utter silence we began the work of expanding Heaven from a tiny molecule to a vastness that will encompass the entire universe.  The force and energy of the work of the multitude felt like a non-pressure.  I was expanding too.

The start of Heaven’s expansion underway, I returned to my exhilarated human body in my RV bedroom at the amazing Great Spirits Ranch.  Falling instantly back to peaceful slumber for the rest of the night, I had wondrous dreams of Heaven’s glorious expansion.  I saw the divine feminine unfold in its full beauty and power.  I saw the masculine become invulnerable to all disease and disorder.

So, if the world seems a bit more colorful and brighter today, your step a bit lighter, thank the higher powers who assure me that when 12.21.12 comes and Heaven is upon us all, “Everything will be fine.”

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The Fall of Teotihuacan and the Rise of Humanity in 2012

“If you are not happy in this world you are stupid.” – Don Miguel Ruiz, Author of THE FOUR AGREEMENTS

By Ken Sheetz

Asking for Help with a Gentle 2012 from Quetzalcoatl at The Pyramid of the Sun

I sensed in meditation, that at its zenith, the multiracial culture of Teotihuacan did not know poverty or shame.  It was a culture of pure positivity and love.  Looking deeper, I saw in my meditations at the pyramid of the Sun, that the Teotihuacan culture became great through the tender guidance of ancient astronauts.  Or ETs as we call them, even though they have been here on earth long before our species emerged.

How then did Teo fall, I further meditated?  Ohom, my higher ET self sadly answered, “When our space ships left on a mission to another of the young worlds we care for, the people of Teo fell into fear of our return.  Deeper and deeper the people sank in darkness without the light of the “Gods” as they called us.  Finally, one of your elders suggested human sacrifice would speed our return.  In desperation some of the people agreed, while other people who did not agree left Teotihuacan forever and took to the jungles in secret.”

Ohom continued, “One day, when the “Gods” returned of our own accord, we were appalled at the taking of human life in our name and so we took back our gifts of technology you were not ready for.  Humanity was left time to evolve on its own before the ETs would ever return again.  Our return is delayed by human sacrifice in the form of war, greed, starvation and consumerism that has never been greater than it is in 2011.”

As Ohom’s words echoed I saw Teo’s ancient people weep as the ships left for the stars in the middle of the night.  Such sorrow went out from the people that I sat up from my meditation in deep racking sobs.

Ohom’s voice comforted me,  “Please know, Kenneth, that though you may not be able to see us that we have never truly left you and do watch over you and all the people of your blue world in secret.”

A year from now Earth enters a golden age.  The ET council still debates how fast our transformation will be, anything from a night-time to a million years for humanity to become the protectors, not consumers, of this world.

Both a night-time and a million years are the blink of an eye in universal time.  My higher self, Ohom, has asked the ET council that full transformation to a positive society be 50 years, of which we are now 18 months deep into.

I urge you to get in touch with you higher self in the coming year in meditation and put in your vote with the ET council for the speed of our evolution.  Much as I love him, I hope Ohom is out voted and the shift is faster rather than slower, for all our sakes and the world’s.  Please post your vote for the length of the Shift and your reasoning below!

I recognize all of the above could be my own overactive imagination in my DreamShield meditations, simply beautiful symbols for my subconscious to express in words the deep impact Teotihuacan had upon me.  An impact merged with my own history of abandonment as a child.  Or perhaps that my sad history is why I have been gifted to see into the fall of the Teo.  Who can say?

All that matters is that whatever it is that moves you, be it religion, science or visions of your own amazing minds, that we strive to change our society from the negative to the positive.

Namaste,

Ken Sheetz

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The 11.11.11 Visions #4 – The 11th Vault’s Secret Mission

“Angels may be sneaky, but the stinkers have humanity’s best interests at heart.” – Ken Sheetz

December 4, 2011 – Important DreamShield 2012 Vision Report!

Back a few blogs ago I wrote of how at 11:11 PM, as Laura De León, did a meditation count down on the big stage at the 11.11.11 Ascension Convention we co-hosted,  I saw the 11th vault door, so massive that it locked off the entire face of the Earth,  turn red-hot as we meditated with the blue angels in our midst and that I saw the huge vault simply vaporize from outer space at the climax our day-long group 11.11.11 meditations.  And when Laura handed me the mic, expecting some lengthy vision I had seen I simply said, “The angels melted the vault,” to the cheers of the crowd.

But I went silent because strangely I saw no heart of banks to warm, the 11th Vault meditation’s purpose that climaxed 6 months of meditation opening the 10 other vaults to this final vault.  Or so I thought as I talk about in detail on blog link above (important to review to understand this latest vital vision fully)  Why then had I been guided to do this meditation that seemed pointless?

So many mysteries.  I’d not been so confused about a vision since this all began with my seeing the DreamShield in Italy back in May of 2010 that got this whole project started, set dates years in advance for key meditations, via a God-like voice and all.  Then, a few days ago, came the amazing 11.11.11 after-vision you see pictures above, as best as I can render it for you, dear reader, and I became even more confused.

So today I surrendered and channeled Ohom, my higher blue-ET-angel-self, to get the scoop on what’s the heck’s going on!

“Ohom, millions of angels tugging on golden threads wrapped around the Earth, pulling the world through a hole in the space-time fabric left behind by our 11th vault meditation.  What’s this 11.11.11 after vision mean?” I said, thinking I sounded more like a journalist than a channeler.

“Hallelujah!” Shouted Ohom.  – By the way, you’ve not lived until you’ve heard an angel shout ‘Hallelujah’ in your echoing head. –  Ohom joyously continued,  “Rejoice!  Your 11.11.11 event meditation, along with 5 million people across the Earth at various sacred sites, opened a portal to the 5th dimension.  We are in the process now of what you call The Shift.”

“We opened a portal?  I thought we were unlocking the vault to the heart of earth’s banks on 11.11.11?” I asked, feeling a tickle of anger.

“Sorry, it was necessary to withhold the true purpose of the work from you and everyone else on your world,” Ohom answered without shame.

“If you didn’t trust me to keep a secret, you could have at least trusted Laura De León, who ran sacred ceremony for event.” I said.

“Far too risky for the beautiful diva’s safety and yours.  We kept all 11.11.11 events across the Earth scattered, moderate in size, and unaware of what you were doing so as not to draw attention of the dark forces.  Forces that were, in fact, tracking your 11th vault meditation, which was all over the web.  But as the dark ones know that banks are in fact heartless, as you too now know, the dark forces merely got a chuckle out of your work.”

“A chuckle?”

“Their overconfidence is their undoing.  The portal you and the five million opened means the Shift will succeed without question.”

“What if the dark forces close the portal, or block it?” I said.

“According to the Galactic Treaty of Pangea since it was created telepathically by your species, the hole in space you co-created with the 5 million signals humanity’s ascension and thus the portal cannot be closed.”

“Nice.  All without any of us knowing what we the heck were doing? Kinda takes the fun out it.” I sighed.

“You mean the ego out of it?” Ohom laughed playfully.

“Laura got that ball rolling beautifully of ego to heart.  At least one of us knew what we were doing! ” I groused.

“Let go your anger, Ken, lest you end up a modern-day Moses.”

“Left behind as the rest of the people entered the promise land?  Swell.  You mean there will be an earth that’s like the one we have today to get left behind on?”

“Yes, but it will not be like the Earth of today. It will be a place of total Ego, no heart, where the few rule over the many like cattle.” said Ohom with deep compassion that tinkled like wind chimes.

“Sounds like a typical corporation.  Look, I’m doing my best, Ohom.  But, frankly, I feel blackmailed into giving up my ego with this Moses stuff.  And I sure ain’t no Moses.” I said, surprised at my own outrage.

“Ken, there’s not time left for soft-pedaling this.  You must live from heart to make the Shift.  I tell you this from love, not to blackmail you.”

“Sorry.  I’ve been a bear to be around for over a month now.  Where has all my peace of mind from the Work gone?” I said in hoarse whisper.

“The past and present are mingling in this transition, like the old caterpillar and the new butterfly in the cocoon.  Both existing simultaneously before the birth of the new.”

“You make it sound poetic, but I tell you this caterpillar/butterfly thing is driving me nuts.”

My best advice: Look forward.  Let yourself be happy that there is a higher power on humanity’s side, guiding all.  The dark forces cannot win.  I leave you in peace.  Namaste, Ken Sheetz.”

“Namaste, Ohom.  It is an honor to be part of you.”

END TRANSMISSION

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ET Angels Pack the House on 11.11.11. Well, we did advertise "ETs get in for free."