Computers are useless, they can only give you answers. -Pablo Picasso
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Many times I hear, “2012 is is going to be just like Y2K. Much ado about nothing.” But 2012 is nothing like 2000. 2000 is an arbitrary date on the calendar. One that created some headaches for the computer world, and thereby a cottage industry for computer jocks.
2012 is the end of the 3,125 year old Mayan calendar. A calendar Hollywood has taken out of context to mean the end of the world. The Mayans are not happy about this, as you can see in this text video. Rather, the elder Maya believe this is not the end of the world, but the end of the world as we know it.
My world has certainly ended already as I knew it with DreamShield and its mission of quelling 2012 fear. For a change I am doing something that has no economic goal but a societal one to better the planet. Gone is the greed in my heart. I know a peace and serenity that has eluded me my entire 58 years on this world. I am not writing stories with my brain but rather living them with my heart.
And I am having fun! Meet a new animated mascot for DreamShield. Wind: Rainbow Warrior for a Gentle 2012
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“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Mt Shasta lay under heavy cloud cover and a blanket of fresh snow for our entire visit. The reason many UFO experts at Mt. Shasta had speculated, if speculated is the word as these light workers show no doubt when they speak of UFOs, was to hide the many spaceships that were convening for earth’s formal admittance as a protected species of galactic society.
So on the way home that December 23, 2010 it came as no surprise to all in our minivan of light workers that the Winter Solstice moon appeared soon as we were a few miles out of town. How happy were we? Looney happy. Take a look and listen.
Part of all this joy was we had not not slept in back to back meditations at Mt. Shasta that had an all night driving session in a blizzard as its prelude. The joy of it all kept me from feeling exhausted, that and lots of Red Bull. Yeah, we were looney for good reason.
As we got back on 1-5 and everyone fell asleep for the all night drive home, I had some time to reflect on one of my dreams while staying at the Dream Inn BLOG POST HERE. In the dream I am Ohom a 7 foot tall blue angel. I fly in for landing before the Galactic Council beneath Mt. Shasta. I plead the case to remove the MERLIN code on earth. Yes, Merlin was not a person but a brain scrambling program that I, the Ohom me, had designed.
M.E.R.L.I.N.: MIND -ERASING -RANDOMIZER – LINEAR – INFINITE – NULLIFIER
Yes, I was the laughing stock at the Galactic council because I in fact had created the Merlin code and then forgot that I forgot. All this before I created MERLIN and all the other earth blocking chakrah’s myself in another incarnation, an alien one.
MERLIN was the key, if that could be unlocked then the rest of earth’s chakrah’s would follow and humanity would progress to a gentle 2o12.
Random stations began to pop on and off and snapped me out of my dream memories. Sarah Larsen woken to the odd radio mix.
“Sorry, want me to turn off the radio so you can sleep?” I asked sleepy eyed Sarah.
“No. I think it’s a UFO message!” said Sarah, now wide awake with excitement.
“Message?”
“From the ETs?” said Sarah.
“More like a broken radio,” I grumped as I downed some Red Bull.
“No look at the radio control. They’re codes,” she said pointing at the radio.
“Hmm. I was just thinking about how we need to crack that Merlin Code dream I told you about when the radio went nuts. This is your family minivan. Has this ever happened before?”
“No! I need a pencil! Some paper!” said Sarah digging through her big purse.
Now, something like the Merlin Code is cool, but what I find even more amazing is how women can dig in their big purses and find things. Sure enough Sarah found something to write with and began copying down the codes on the radio.
“What was the first word of the Merlin code?” said Sarah as the radio played bits and pieces of various songs that were making sentences.
“Wow. I’ve had too much Red Bull. These songs seem to be making a pattern.”
“The first word?!” Sarah shouted in her excitement.
“Mind. ” I yawned.
“Are you sure you’re OK to drive?” Sarah worried.
“Red Bull’s kicking in. Wow, if I were alone I’d think this radio thing was a too much sugar and lack of sleep hallucination.”
Numeric and letter codes flashed across the radio dial. Songs from retro 50s to dance electronica popped up in random order with that made so much sense in the context of this work that I laughed. One string of songs sang in code,”Love/forgotten/hidden stars/human races/I am a butterfly.
“M-I-N-D… ” Said Sarah counting the numeric codes.
“What are you doing? Matching up the codes to the alphabet.”
Dr. Sarah worked on the codes for the next half hour, carefully matching and mixing words and letter.
“Got it, the first unlocking “spell” spells ‘MEMORY'”.
“Makes crazy sense.” I said shaking my head in disbelief. ERASING is next.”
Another hour of codes on the radio and frantic writing Sarah had the counter code and giggled, “E-N-E-R-G-Y!”
“Wish I had more, ” I said tugging back on more Red Bull. I was wishing we had some budget to stay an extra night at Shasta rather than this crazy all night drive.
The next one, the scary one that came up the Merlin Code sequence was RANDOMIZER. The time Randomizer was the tricky one that my dream Ohom self had used to make it humanly impossible to solve Merlin without help when the for gentle 2012 had arrived. Help like the code that was coming in on Sarah’s minivan radio.
I explained to Sara, “The RANDOMIZER keeps humanity from uniting as each day at sunrise before we wake when it scramble time and people like eggs. One day you go to sleep as Bob in 1952 and next day you wake up as Marsha in 1602. That’s messed up. Nice work, Ohom. My other self was one clever bastard. Billions upon billion of split time lines converging and emerging to scatter humanity.”
“Yes, ” Sarah said, “There have been countless time loops leading to this moment. But always when we would get close to solving the Merlin code the RANDOMIZER would scatter our light worker teams and we start over, go to before 2012 to try to get it right.”
I decided to swallow my disbelief in UFOs and help the doctor by sharing this crazy story of the Randomizer. “Sarah, if we don’t solve the Merlin code by sunrise we are going to forget everything and be Randomized again.”
“Let’s keep working!”
Two hours later of the UFO broadcast of symbols and songs Sarah had another the RANDOMIZER code breaker. “Reality!” Sarah shouted lous enough I shushed her for the sake of the sleeping Dream team in back.
“I’m getting we need to recite these words to break the code a sacred spot once we have them all. But where?”
It will come to us. Let’s keep working. What’s the next word of the Merlin Code?”
“Linear”
“Well, this one’s easy my heart says it’s LOVE.
“Too easy?” I worried she had used the same method to solve the code as the other words.
“Love is easy.” Sarah giggled,
“Never has been for me.”
“All the more reason I know LOVE is right.”
INFINITE was next and it took a couple of hours that seemed infinite as my Red Bull was wearing off and this was all starting to feel like a silly kids game to my inner cynic that believes none of this. My ego was taking over, as Laura De Leon of Mystic Muse keeps telling me. The ego fights for its story of a conventional world versus the world of the unseen. How I wished Laura was with us now to work this out. But she had passed on the trip as she was not feeling up to the outdoors of winter at Mt. Shasta.
“IMAGINE!” squealed Sarah like a kid holding up her scribblings from the radio codes. A psychic and 3rd generation palm reader Sarah was full of boundless energy for this sort of work.
“I’m amazed I’m not sleepy.” we crested the road down to the Simi Valley into LA and the lights of the city sparkled beneath a sky beginning to brighten for day. Time was running out to solve the code. “Last word is NULLIFIER.”
“Normalize, ” said the doctor as we made our way through the city to drop off our first passenger in Passendena.
“The Rose Bowl. I think that’s where we do the mediation to unlock the code.” I said.
“Why there? I thought the beach in Santa Monica would be nice.” Said Sarah, finally yawning now that the codes had been broken.
“Because that’s where the guy who hitched a ride back to LA is from Passadena and we’d never make it to Santa Monica before the suns comes up and we Randomize,” saying secretly to myself that if all this UFO radio stuff was in our heads at least Id be home sooner. Bonus.
At that moment, as if to give me faith, the radio stopped surfing and settled into one station.
The other passengers woke as they sensed we were nearly home. Sarah turned to explain about the crazy radio stuff and said, “We broke the code the unlock the mind chakrah. Is everyone OK with a side trip to the Rose Bowl for a DreamShield meditation?”
The young guy who had hitched a ride from Mt. Shasta, Da, wanted to be dropped off. Sarah smiled at me because I was right that with him as the first drop off we’d never make it to the ocean before sunrise and we be randomized.
As we dropped the bedazzled Da off I got out of the van to take a whiz in the alley. I picked an out of the way spot from the passengers and did my business. I looked up as I zipped up into the eyes of Jesus in a crown of thorns, drawn in pencil on the whitewashed fence.
As I hopped back behind the wheel I saw Mica had gone back to sleep.
We hit the main drag of Passadena looking for sign to the Rise Bowl. That should be easy right? Wrong. So borrowing someone’s Iphone Sarah pulled up a Google Map. We were heading in the complete wrong direction and the sky was brightening.
Fatima, who was now wide awake in the far backseat, said we might only have about 10 minutes left to sunrise as I spun the minivan around. I didn’t fully believe in all this stuff but like always I had a “Why take chances?” attitude. I was determined to break this code I’d dreamed I had created in another incarnation. Was I racing the clock to beat my own past incarnations RANDOMIZER program, or high on too many Red Bulls, I wondered.
Finally after getting lost one more time, which seemed like the work of a spell but could just as well have been exhaustion we arrived at the Rose Bowl. We walked onto the grounds, in preparation for the Rose Bowl parade and did our meditation. Sarah read the unraveling of the MERLIN code.
And as we left I could see angels inside the Rose Bowl cheering our success. Every bit of science fiction writing or reading I’ve ever done pales by comparison to this strange other worldly/real-life adventure in which I am a skeptical player.
Time has actually felt more linear to me since we did this work, the first time we as a race go to bed in one life and awake in the same time line. I am constantly amazed by this project’s beauty and the fact we are not the only people doing this work. There are hundreds if not thousands of light workers involved. Whether this is real or a product of our imaginations it sure is fun and exciting. And that’s going to raise our world’s vibration. Ripples of a new future for humanity are spreading one person at a time.
Mother earth is alive and getting healthier every day as we race for a gentle 2012.
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“Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.” – Jerry in SEINFELD “The Baby Shower”
DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz
Is Ken Sheertz the Larry David of Light Workers?
It was December 23, 2010. I had just finished my second trip to Mt. Shasta. Mica and Marta was sound asleep in the back of Sarah Larsen’s family minivan.
While Sarah napped too, I had the chance to listen to the radio and reflect on the amazing meditation Joy Phoenix had led in the pyramid at Mt. Shasta. With only 5 minutes notice Joy had given such a lovely ceremony that I realized my policy of letting the pros lead these meditations while I record them in film and text is one the smartest things I do in DreamShield. See the full story here.
As highway 5 rose up before me I thought about the gas station in the heart of Mt. Shasta that had been converted into a spiritual crystal spot for people to fill their souls rather than cars.
A few hours earlier we had all howled at the full moon in victory. A foot of snow in a driving blizzard had not stopped us. The mission was success to meditate on healing the ozone layer had been a success.
So how had this dream mission turned into a CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM episode with me as Larry David?
SOLSTICE SALAD
Fresh from success in the pyramid, a 24 foot by 24 foot replica made of plywood for the many spiritual projects of Mt. Shasta, I decided to grab a celebration dinner before we headed back to LA. My choice, because DreamShield had begun in Italy last year in May, was a little Italian restaurant on the quaint main street of Mt. Shasta.
An older woman, not part of our LA group, a Shasta local light worker, joined us. Let’s call her Marge so as to spare her any embarrassment and me any lawsuits.
Our group had grown to about eight people as we took our table in the Italian place. It looked more like a family fast-food joint than the fine Italian spot I’d hoped it would be. Marge the local light worker took up a seat at the head of the table and began to look over the menu.
“I’m vegan. Haven’t been to a restaurant in 20 years. I bet they don’t have anything I can eat.” Marge said as though it were somehow my fault.
I nodded with a smile, wondering why Marge came along with us in the first place if she hated restaurant food. As I looked over the menu I noticed in the light now that Marge had on unusual makeup. “Is that silver dust on Marge’s face?” I wondered to myself.
Sarah Larsen got a phone call. She headed for the door, asking me to order pasta for her.
“Wait! I see what I want! Minestrone soup! I think I can eat that!” Marge cheered, as no one at the table seemed to care.
“Great. Here comes the waitress.” I said.
The waitress was about 25 but she had a world weariness of a woman of 40. “Can I get you guys some water?”
“I brought my own!” said Marge pulling an alien looking bottle from her metallic large purse.
I caught the waitress roll her eyes to the hostess as if to say, “Spiritual nut jobs. Thanks for giving me this table.”
Trying to get this moving before Marge started pulling out a vegan meal from her cave of a purse I ordered, “I’ll have the All You Can Eat salad.”
“I have to warn you, sir, you can’t share the All You Can Eat Salad with your friends,” the waitress proclaimed loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear.
“Got it. I’d like Italian dressing on the salad, please.”
“I mean it, sir. The All You Can Eat Salad is for one person only.”
“Roger that. Italian dressing,” I said, wondering why the waitress was still not writing down my order.
Mica Monet, one of my LA group, chimed in before I could ask why my order was not getting taken. “Does egg plant pasta does that come with a salad?”
“Yes,” the waitress shuffled and looked down at her feet, “But again, you can’t share salad with the table.”
“Why not?” I said. “It’s not a All You Can Eat Salad. She buys it and shares it, your restaurant losing nothing.”
“Makes it hard for us to make sure you guys are not sharing salad if she does that,” the waitress said as though that made sense.
“You know, miss, I think we get the “no sharing the salad idea here. We’re all grown-ups and you have our word: No salad sharing.”
“Does the minestrone come with a salad?” said Marge, derailing my chance to get my salad order in.
“It’s soup not a salad, ma’am.” said the waitress like she was talking to a crazy person.
“Probably not organic anyways.” giggled Marge coyly.
“Who’s next?” said the waitress, oblivious Marge’s light worker joke or effort to be salad pals.
“Did you get my All You Eat Salad order, miss?” I asked
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because the manager will fire me if you share the All You Can Eat Salad!” the waitress said, pleading as though her kid’s future might depend on hang in the balance.
“Sounds like a swell guy you work for. But you’ve clearly explained the rules and we’ve agreed to them. Please take my order.” I said, not believing this dinner had erupted into a Larry David comedy.
While I felt sorry for this poor confused waitress I was deeply insulted at the shabby treatment me and my bunch was getting. So I closed my menu and said, “OK, we’re going to make the salad thing easy for you. We’re leaving.”
“Thank you!” the waitress said without a hint of sarcasm. She was thrilled we were leaving.
“But I was really looking forward to the minestrone.” said Marge, almost in tears.
“Marge, you’re free, along with anyone else, to stay here. Me, I’m going across the street to the Thai place where I’ve been treated with some decent respect.”
I got up and everyone from the group followed me out the door except Marge. Marge gave the minestrone on the menu one last longing look and, with a deep sigh, followed us out the door into the snow. When she looked across the street Marge’s sad face lit up like a Xmas tree.
“Ha ha! You fucked yourself!” Marge shouted jumping up and down and pointing at the dark Thai restaurant across the street. “It’s closed! Ha! You fucked yourself!”
Now I’d only been doing this spiritual stuff about 6 months at this time. That was going from a cold stop as a corporate businessman who built skyscrapers, world headquarters for giants like Target Stores and Hyatt Hotels, to running ozone healing meditations in a pyramid at the base of Mt. Shasta. And in that short time I’d come to love the peaceful light workers I’d met so far. Hearing I’d “Fucked myself” from a light worker was giving me indigestion and I’d not even eaten yet.
Rather than sink to Marge’s level I walked across the street, hoping to give myself time to cool off. “Be right back. Maybe the owner is still there.” I said over the howling SOLO taunting laughter of Marge.
I slipped a bit in the snow as I crossed the street, gaining a cackle from Marge that sounded more witch-like than light worker. I peered in the window hopping for the owners who I’d me the night before to still be stacking chairs. But no dice. The Thai place was abandoned.
“Ha! See? Fucked!” shouted Marge from across the street. The other people from my group distanced themselves from Marge, who it seemed had taken it personally that I had spoiled her first minestrone in 20 years and was bent on a mission to get me riled up.
Happy the group was uncomfortable with the silver faced Marge’s outburst gave me confidence I could keep my cool and I made my way back to my gang.
“OK. I’m going to the Black Bear diner. Anyone is welcome to join me… long as they don’t have a salad.”
The group all cracked up, except for Marge who said, “Do they have minestrone on the menu at the Black Bear?”
“I don’t know, Marge. But you are welcome to join us and see” I added without any sarcasm.
“I think I’d rather you took me back to my car. Don’t want to risk them not having minestrone,” said Marge.
And so before we went to the Black Bear, a place that’s treated me well, we drove Marge back to her car and she said not another word except “Bye”.
Sarah Larsen, who we picked up along the way, still on her cell phone asked, “What was Marge upset about?”
“Minestrone.” I said and everyone burst into laughter at Sarah’s confused look.
Later in Nashville at Spirit Recovery ranch for the big global addiction mediation, when I’d spend more time with another Sarah — a lot of Sarahs show up in the light work — from Mt. Shasta, I’d learn that “Marge”, a local, had been critical of me walking out of the Solstice Salad restaurant. It was a good lesson for me that even light workers from Mt. Shasta are still only human.
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“the universe is under the control of a loving purpose, and that in the struggle for righteousness man has cosmic companionship (angels). Behind the harsh appearance of the world there is a benign power.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
I was in a great mood. Our sponsor Lee McCormick of SpiritRecovery.com had some work for me to fuel the work of DreamShield. In this happy state a strong vision came to me in meditation this afternoon.
It seems the angels are weary of our wars and ready to do battle with the power of love. Here it is hot off the DreamShield press.
FIRST MISSION
Battle rages in an obscure village. Homes burn. Tanks roll to crush a civilian revolution. The odds are hopeless.
A mother clutches her crying baby to her arms as the tank muzzle swings for her position beside her fallen husband’s body.
Suddenly, bright light forms into a dazzling angel before the tank. She is Japanese. A new earth angel from the recent disaster, ready for her first mission of dreaming a gentle 2012.
A stunned soldier fires the tank canon. The beautiful angel waves an arm and the canon fires not ammo but flowers.
Other soldiers open fire on the civilians. The angel holds forth her delicate hands and forms a DreamShield, a gray triangle. The hail of machine gunfire deflects off the angel’s triangular shield and falls harmlessly to the dust. Where the deflected bullets fall a rainbow assortment of flowers erupts from the scorched soil.
The civilians cheer. But the tank driver hits the gas and the tank runs over the angel.
“Oh my God. The angel! They’ve killed her!” the woman with the baby sobs as she prepares to die beneath the tank’s impact on the white house
But the tank has lost traction. The tank driver guns the tank but it inches no further, treads spinning.
The angel rises from the dust, lifting the tank into the air effortlessly. The new earth angel giggles at her new awesome powers and transforms the tank into an ice cream truck.
The angel turns to the terrified soldiers and with a wave of her hand turns them into joyous carnival performers.
Shocked rebels stagger from their positions and toss away their weapons. The angel touches each rebel’s heart and their stern faces transform to joy.
The angel offers a golden rattle to the woman with the crying baby. The baby coos for joy. But the woman cries, “My husband… Is it too late?”
The angel smiles and points to the woman’s husband, healed and running to her arms. They kiss.
Proud of her first mission, the Japanese angel leaps into the sky and soars from the war turned carnival.
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It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone. -Marylin Monroe, on the topic of Enough
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Lee McCormick’s amazing 2000 acre Spirit Recovery ranch, site for the 2/12/11 DreamShield Planetary Addiction Meditation, had only one drawback for out of towners… lack of nearby restaurants.
Me and my fellow spoiled brats from LA for this trip, Bradley Quick and Dr. Sarah Larsen, were desperate for the health food choice we enjoy back home. The only restaurant options, still about a 15 minute ride from the ranch, are McDonald’s or an all you can eat buffet, where the choices are… fried this or fried that.
So when Renato Longato, world famous UFO expert, finished his presentation on ETs and their role in 2012 and Lee herded us back to the all fried food you can eat spot again, I let a groan slip out. But, even though the food was deadly, the company of large group who stuck us for the meditation made up for it with their lively passion and curiosity about DreamShield.
I griped to Lee that all this bad food was going to blur my visions at the wheel. Lee simply chuckled and went on eating his fried chicken. Lucky for me not much phases Lee. As a recovery guru and cattle rancher he’s seen it all. Lee was the perfect host for this spirit shindig to balance out all my nervousness and exhaustion over this very personal mediation. You see, I had just given the eulogy at my father’s funeral only 3 weeks prior to this event. A father whose drinking escapades were legend in my home town of Milwaukee. Drinking which had decimated my childhood and made me into the lovable neurotic who blogs this stuff as much for self-therapy as to report to you on the birth of the New Age.
Reports I make as objectively as I can, while being the dude having all these visions to help usher in a gentle 2012 and trying to film it all at the same time. How about a budget for an assistant and camera man, angels, ETs, whatever you are? Maybe even a private jet as they’ve told me I need to do DreamShield personally in all 24 times zones and activate a billion people by 2012. Guess they like to keep me humble with lack of funding. Makes this funnier and they do love to laugh at this cynic of a psychic. I swear this all is some kind of futuristic reality show at times where we are the cameras.
Heavy snows two days before had turned the field, where Lee 10 years earlier had built the medicine wheel, to mud. My inner Larry David of a perfectionist said about the mud and cold, “Couldn’t the angels have picked a pleasant day in May for all this?” But I stopped myself from griping out loud before I annoyed Lee again. “Enough with the whine festival, ” I told myself. “This mud is going to be perfect for grounding this great group of people to the earth. We are electrical energy after and and what better conductor than the mud the fates had provided?”
The medicine wheel was working already. I had officially stopped my negative self-talk that re-erupted in me after Dad’s funeral, like some dormant volcano of fear. I was feeling up to the task of this great day my higher self had brought about. Laura De Leon of MyMysticMuse‘s work finally kicked into gear. I was ready to do battle with addiction. Or least not go off and down a bottle of tequila out of fear of messing all this up for earth’s gentle 2012.
“A church without walls”, as one of ranch hands described Lee’s medicine wheel, is the perfect description. The energy of the growing crowd was palpable. Lee personally selected the stones of his medicine wheel from the old Pinewood estate after it had burned. The stones of that estate have great energy because Pinewood’s owner would buy slaves and then set them free on these lands! Lands where also a great Native American people had ruled in total freedom before the white man came along and poisoned the tribes with their fire water.
Yes, I sensed the Native American spirits wanted this addiction meditation to work. I sensed also the spirit of Kokopelli leading his people in this mighty task for earth many times on this trip. He was showing up in pranks. Kokopelli is part trickster spirit after all. I had almost named my film company for him eight years ago when I moved to Hollywood before chickening out. Maybe when I am done with all this 2012 stuff and can get back to making movies I will name a new film Kokopelli Films in his honor. Yeah.
Lee’s medicine wheel for this DreamShield meditation to free earth of addiction by 2012 was therefore a perfect choice. More perfect than I knew at the time of my vision, complete with diagrams of how to shape and work the group that came to me in dreams months ahead of time.
Lee McCormick walked the medicine wheel while Sarah Wellborn placed crystals from Mt. Shasta on the stones.
The group grew as trucks made their way through the muddy field loaded with cargoes of excited people. People who felt so empowered for the work by Lee’s great day of events leading to this that I could feel their passion for today’s work from a mile off. I mean that literally, a mile off. Putting my inner cynic aside, I can sense amazing stuff ever since Italy, where my DNA got activated and my life got turned upside down.
Here at Lee’s wheel, I realized the angels — or ETs who guide this strange and wonder filled work from a cloud or spaceship or my own overactive brain — had picked this sacred spot for this DreamShield meditation, as much for it’s location on the earth’s chakrah system for the amazing Tennessee folks who were now showing up in droves. Numbers of people I’d not expected in such a remote location 40 miles from Nashville in the middle of Lee’s cattle ranch that doubles as one of America’s leading recovery centers. Such is Lee’s respectability in the amazing Conscious Nashville group he has helped foster.
I made sure I had pals Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick beside me as I was still feeling weak from the funeral and nearly 3 months of non-stop DreamSheild planetary meditations without any real budget. I was running a global project from modest social media fees via my BuzzBroz company. It had all seemed so simple after Italy. Have a 10.10.10 global celebration and then go back to my normal life. That was 26 planetary meditations ago…
So I was exhausted for the big one. The meditation that meant more to me personally than any other. I had not evolved much, I had simply become a spiritual-aholic instead of a work-aholic. Yeah, this meditation was needed for me personally. I’d missed most of my kids’ childhoods working to be Chicago’s number 1 commercial real estate broker. Nothing was ever enough.
VISIONS AT THE WHEEL
What energized me was Lee’s advice to me and the crowd, shouting over the stiff cold wind, “We gather today for a noble cause. Our reality is what we choose to make it in this world. And we choose to believe there can be an end to addiction on this world. It’s time. And the cool thing is we don’t have to believe in this work for it TO work. We just have to show up and express our intent. Feel it with our heart and soul. In our bones.”
With that Lee turned it over to me. “This is Ken Sheetz of DreamShield who will conduct this planetary meditation. He sees things.”
Smiling at Lee’s perfect intro, I went with the flow and got the crowd laughing saying, “Think of me Larry David of the spirit world. I don’t know how or why the angels chose me in Italy for this work… when I don’t believe in them half the time. But Lee is right. Somehow the job gets done anyways when I just show up where they tell me to go. I’m happy the angels let me see what they are doing, despite my lack of 100% faith in what they let me somehow see.” Excited relief spread through the gathering as I added, “And don’t feel bad if you don’t see what I see or see nothing at all in this meditation. You might even count yourself lucky you see nothing all this angels stuff has turned my life upside down.”
Later a meditation guest would thank me for “keeping it real.”
I passed the mediation ball to Dr. Sarah Larsen to open this meditation with her beautiful OMs. She picked 13 OMs as the number to get the group into an energized connected space. As Sarah OMed, the magic in my mind began to happen once again. I saw, eyes closed, hundreds if not thousands of earth angels watching us 60 souls gathered to form the intent to rid the world of addiction.
My voice cracked as I told the crowd what I was seeing. You see dear reader, I’d thought my visions were somehow at an end but here they were a host of angels ready to protect us and amplify our energy as we set the intention to end earth’s addiction at Lee’s medicine wheel!
This art piece by Gore Dustave is very close to what I saw. I opened my eyes and shared my relief and excitement with the group. “These are not like the angels I saw in Italy. The are human formed, earth angels.” I felt proud these were not the wonderful, if scary, ET angels from Italy working this meditation with us. These were are kindred earth angels curing the earth of addictions.
I closed my eyes again and for the first time with such a large group and shared vision as they came into my head. About my head for a bit. I feel it’s overly large and that I’d easily weigh in under 200 pounds with a more normal sized head. But I digress. Back to Lee’s medicine wheel…
I told the crowd, “I see a golden tumbler that holds the DNA code in this earth chakra beneath the medicine wheel. We are going to unlock this tumbler of gold. Gold that represents, according to some ET experts, humanity’s enslavement from the time we were genetically engineered from apes to mine this world of gold. And it’s this ET engineered drive to never have enough that lies at the heart of all our addiction here on earth. The time has time for us as a species to rise above our enslavement. Let the ancient aliens have their gold we want to be free!”
Note: All this is as close as I can recall my words or anyone’s at the wheel. I don’t have a camera crew at this stage of this underfunded and over ambitious gentle 2012 project. So I may have inadvertently made myself sound better than real life in this blog. Such is the benefit of not having a camera crew.
I then led the group in a meditation chant while we visualized a golden triangle forming within the black hole that lies within each of us as follows:
“Happy. Healthy. And whole!” Four times we repeated this simple triangular mantra together. Success. I saw another tumbler in the earth unlock like a telescope of gold that extended to the earth’s core. It fed us an enormous energy surge I could feel in the mud as I held out my hands.
An angel whispered to me at the wheel, “You will become a new species of homo sapiens. One that will care for each other and this world as equals in ways you cannot even imagine.”
My head was happily spinning in this deep waking dream of healing for earth in the mud at the wheel. This was going far better than I had possibly hoped. I introduced Sarah Wellborn of the west coast spiritual mecca Mt. Shasta. This other Sarah, many Sarah’s have appeared in this work as their name means “Light of God”, had earlier told me she had some very special songs she wanted to share at the wheel. I saw at this moment that her songs were sonic codes to unlock the golden DNA tumbler in the earth’s chakrah.
As a former builder, a man of schedules and budgets who built Oprah’s Harpo studios, I often wonder why the angels don’t give me more clear plans ahead of time. But I went with the divine guidance flow and turned things over to Sarah Wellborn.
The group and I chanted along with Sarah Wellborn’s very beautiful and other worldly sounding singing, singing that I hope to God Lee’s videographer captured for history and I was too busy running a mediation to film. Just as I was fussing about this to myself in my hyper mind I saw the Virgin Mary in glory, radiating healing energy down upon us from a cloud above. You heard me. The Virgin Mary.
UFO expert Renato had told us in his lecture before the DreamShield that ETs, looking not to shock us, would appear to one race as say Shiva, or Muhamed or as the Virgin Mary depending on your cultural heritage. I wonder now as I write if this was what was going on here at Lee’s amazing medicine wheel. You see I am not religious. So I’d be about the last guy you’d expect to see angels, let alone the mother of Christ.
Note: This is not the the best photo of what I saw of the Virgin Mary, unlike the fairly accurate angels one depicted above in the blog. This Virgin Mary was more classic in my vision and radiant in all directions not just her hands. Without a CG artist I can’t describe the majesty of the parting clouds that Mary appeared to me from. Sigh. This is hard on me as filmmaker as I want to truly share all this amazing stuff with you fully. I guess in the hopes you might believe me more. That’s silly I know. The best books do not come with pictures.
It’s taken me days to get the nerve up to write of this because it all sounds so crazy. I keep thinking the men in white jackets are coming for me when, as Lee said, I “see things.” Well, at least I am getting faster at accepting these amazing visions. It took me three months to get up my nerve to report on the angels in Italy.
Yes, dear reader. This blog is the first I am sharing of the Virgin Mary vision. The goddess as the light workers see her, the divine feminine was with us.
I relaxed into Sarah’s beautiful song deeper. She invited us all to join her in our own tones. We sounded alien. A bit like the choir from 2001, only prettier. That damn song annoys me after a while. Sarah’s song was beautiful, but 2001-like-ape scene is how it felt. We were like the apes ready to evolved when we unlocked the golden DNA tumbler in the earth here 40 miles west of Nashville. Lee had explained to me our DreamShield team earlier that day that the earth on this part of the globe holds huge limestone deposits and is naturally one of the purest points on the planet for what we were doing.
I held forth my trembling hands and grabbed hold of the golden tumbler I could see in my mind’s eye. With each of Sarah’s new combination tunes and chants I turned the giant golden lock within the earth. Gone was the scared, little Ken, I was fully my higher self working with the spirits of angels, Indains, cowboys, the Virgin Mary, ETs an my new Nashville and old LA friends. I smiled at Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick who had somehow moved, without my directing them, into the triangular pattern you see in this diagram that came to me in a dream last fall.
Diagram for Addiction Meditation that Came to Ken Sheetz in a Dream in 11.1.10
Suddenly I saw my father having a Guiness in bar in heaven. He downed half a glass and with a pleased look of satisfaction said, “Enough.”
Then Dad smiles at me as he pushed away from the heavenly bar. I shouted this vision to the group and asked if anyone else was seeing visions or feeling something. A young man shouted, “I see a new golden leaf!”
“Yes!” I shouted back like an excited kid. “New growth for the Golden Age that dawns here today! I see the DNA beginning to shift!”
Sarah Wellborn’s amazing song of alien sounding stopped. She paused and said, “This next one is very playful. It’s for the elementals.” Her song for the elementals that followed was so playful and joyous that it kept me from getting to serious over my Dad’s Guinness appearance at the wheel. Not at the wheel but in a dream the next morning I would see these brown muddy fields we stood filled with grass of a green spring and thousands of white elementals dancing about Lee’s medicine wheel. The playful white creatures looked a like the elementals in SPIRITED AWAY, only not so weird.
The shift was on, as singer Shawn Gallaway had sung the night before at the Lee’s Conscious Music before a packed crowd of 300.
Later I’d tell my middle brother only the part of my vision of Dad pushing away after half a Guinness, who before the trip to Nashville had expressed complete disbelief in this DreamShield meditation’s ability to heal earth’s addiction. My brother, who been an even bigger cynic than me about this addiction meditation, was touched and said, “Yeah, Pops never left a drink half-finished beer in his life.”
It’s my deepest wish and desire that we accomplished the mission of freedom for the earth from all addiction. But for me and my family the vision of Dad in heaven satisfied with his half Guiness means more to me than all my visions since May in 2010 put together. Sorry, Virgin Mary and host of angels. I’m just being honest here while thanking you for all your blessings and help.
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“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
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Cheryl Brown, Bradley Quick and Dr. Sarah Larsen
For the first part of the day I acted in my dual capacity as a filmmaker and holding space for the energy of Dreamshield that Lee was generating with the enthused crowd of 60 people while Bradley Quick, my guest with Lee’s for the trip, who hosts a radio designed to to help people overcome addiction called The Quick Fix, and who had given a brilliant speech to Lee’s recovery client he night before, acted in the humble capacity as crowd control with Dr. Sarah Larsen.
When singer and one of Nashville’s spiritual leader Lee McCormick of Spirit Recovery agreed to host a DreamShield on 2/12/11, inspired by my vision of a cure for earth’s addictions by 2012, to be unlocked in our DNA through meditation at his medicine wheel, I had no idea what an amazing day he would dream up around the occasion.
If anyone, cynical as myself at times included, needs proof DreamShield is divinely guided just an amazing human being like Lee showing up for the work is proof enough.
Then we were treated to tales of amazing spiritual adventures by Sarah Wellborn of Mt. Shasta, a spiritual guide who we’d met in December and who led our planetary mediation to heal the ozone layer on 12/21/11.
Last before the meditation was world famous UFO expert Renato Longato sharing rare footage of UFO’s that not shown in America’s media. Here’s just a taste of his amazing lecture.
Unfortunately Renato’s awesome presentation was new and ran long, 3 hours, and we lost the chance for our other Sarah, Dr. Sarah Larsen to speak at the Spirit Lodge. This had also strangely happened to Sarah at her own magnificent 10/10/10 event when Dr. Robert Casar, our host and LA 10/10/10 sponsor, went long in his talks. But as on 10/10/10 Sarah took things in stride. For her this day was about being at the medicine wheel to activate the DNA to cure earth of addiction and it would be there she would shine I was sure.
At last it was onto the medicine wheel for DreamShield’s planetary meditation to set the intent to heal the world of addiction. All the events Lee had planned built the crowd of about 60 into a powerful energetic state. But I still worried — still mourning the loss of my father, just 3 weeks ago, whose addiction to drink had plagued my childhood and which was blocking my ability to communicate with the spirit world or wherever this stuff comes from in or outside me — if I’d be able to honor the greatness of the day Lee had created at the medicine wheel.
Here’s the video my social media company BuzzBroz.com, the venture that got me into all this spirit stuff, is promoting for Lee on YouTube and which after seeing inspired my vision that inspired Lee’s big day, an amazing doorway to a better tomorrow that we were only half way through.
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“Self-Sabotage is when we say we want something and then go about making sure it doesn’t happen.” – Alyce P. Cornyn-Selby
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Having conducted 26 official DreamShield planetary meditations and countless personal ones aimed at ushering in the gentle 2012, I thought this DreamShield about curing earth of addiction was going to be easy at Lee McCormick’s amazing Spirit Recovery Ranch.
After all we’d done meditations to shield earth from asteroids, holding the tectonic plates together, erased the dreaded BermudaTriangle and on glorious angel work on. What is addiction compared to all that? Answer: A LOT.
Addiction to oil is killing our world, creating wars. Addiction to media and the cyber world is robbing us of our human connection. Addiction money rips parents from their children. Addiction to substance as Lee McCormick put it is the least of our many addiction problems here on earth.
Angel Guided Diagram to Cure Earth of Addiction by Ken Sheetz
This all got started when I awoke one morning with a vision November of 2010 of a black hole at the heart of all humanity, complete with a diagram on how to cure this addiction flaw to our DNA. And I saw that Lee’s 2000 acre cattle ranch that doubles as one of America’s leading recovery centers with a staff of over 80 was perfect in every way. After just one phone conference Lee accepted the challenge of this enormous vision to cure earth of addiction by 2012 with gusto and coolness.
Unfortunately, as the big addiction meditation approached… my father died. I was thrown for a cosmic loop and lost touch with the angels in my cloud of gloom and pain. You see, my dad was loving family man when sober but when he drank he turned him into a human wrecking ball for me and all around him. In talks at Dad’s funeral with my second youngest brother, Dad’s favorite, who took more of the brunt as of dad’s black hole than me, my brother said, “Addiction can never be cured, Ken. What your doing is nuts.”
Doubts began to fill me. I shrunk backwards on my spiritual growth. By the time I returned to LA from my Dad’s funeral and the Bermuda triangle meditation I was a spiritual basket case.
One day when my client and roomie Bradley Quick, who I had invited on the trip to Nashville, made an innocent, if fat-headed, remark about making up time away from his social media work for dad’s funeral I lashed out with a promise to vacate our working arrangements. I went so far as to leave the call to Lee if he wanted Bradley to join us after all. Lucky for me Lee is a pro with all the issues of not just addicts but their family members like me and he got things straight between Bradley and me with grace and respect.
How cool is Lee McCormick? Here we are with Lee arriving at his Spirit Recovery Ranch on 2/11/11. You’ll get it.
Fortunately also, Laura De Leon of Mystic Muse worked with me like I was a prize fighter, getting me back into spiritual shape for the big fight in Nashville. And thanks to her work I eventually saw that I was projecting my own fears and doubts about this vital mediation onto Bradley. Who is also an addiction pro when it comes to the kids of addicts like me and took my emotional roller coaster ride with gentle calm.
What finally got me ready for 2/12/11 was giving up on being strong about all this. Surrendering, as they say in AA, to a higher power. I was humbled before this mighty task. After apologizing to the angels and Bradley, I told him Lee and Sarah and another Sarah joining our meditation team, Sarah Wellborn of Mt Shasta fame, that I needed all their love and support, as well as Laura’s and all our team around the world, to get through what was going to be my most difficult, and very personal, meditation for DreamShield.
The night before the event Bradley spoke to a group of recovery at Lee’s amazing Spirit Recovery Ranch. I marveled as he touched their hearts.
How good was Bradley’s speech? In the Q&A a client asked him what was his proof that God exists. Bradley did not even miss a beat as he told the client about his proof in God, or higher power is the perfectness of what is, which you can see in this video where Lee and Bradley interact.
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“The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.” – Actor Steven Wright 1955
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Bill Sheetz 1928-2011
Before we start, the Bermuda Triangle Meditations were done at a time of dark emotional grief over the loss of my father. I invite you to look upon my words as fictional therapy, fact on another plane of reality, or as both.
On the many rescheduled plane rides to attend my father’s sudden funeral from LA to Milwaukee, and then Milwaukee to Miami I’d read a powerful book THE ANCIENT SECRET OF THE FLOWER OF LIFE by Drunvalo Melchizedek, loaned to me by Laura De Leon of MyMysticMuse.com.
The book states :”The Bermuda Triangle… ( a failed ancient alien experiment is) a primary cause of much distortion in the world – the distortion between humans of war, marital problems, emotional disturbances, etc…. What they did in Atlantis was against all Galactic law… it will be solved, but not until 2012.”
Nadia Arevalo, who had so kindly invited me on the Global Information Network (GIN) trip as her guest, hosted a lovely dinner the first night aboard the ship and everyone at our table was so kind about my Dad’s passing. Here were wonderful people who wanted to meditate with DreamShield. So easy.
So wrong. Later Nadia and her friends and I could never coordinate getting together the entire trip. Without cell phones, text and emails people have lost the ability to congregate. We’d use messages on the cabin phones but never saw each other for the next three days. And we weren’t the only friends aboard the gigantic ship, Majesty of the Seas, having this trouble.
So I ended up on my own for the Bermuda Triangle DreamShield, a daunting task. I kept faith in the power of the angels. both earthly and celestial who have worked on solo missions with me for DreamShield in the past, would get the job done. After all we had already had meditations to heal society from 9/11, oil addiction, earthquakes, asteroids, built a new universe,shifted the earth for solar flare protection and took back the city of angels from Hollywood and more. Surely a little old triangle was no match for the angels’ planetary healing powers. But the energy swirling in the sea felt like the cancer that had killed my father and this would turn out to be my most dangerous mediation so far.
I explored the 12 decks of the Royal Caribbean ship, Majesty of the Sea out of boredom and loneliness. I was broken up about losing Dad. I’d been brave for the family at the funeral that ended up coming just a day before this planned event and honored my father’s wishes for an Irish style of a party to celebrate his life. But now I was doing the hard work of grieving his loss in this world. I was glad to be alone with my sorrow now and thanked the angels for creating this privacy for me aboard the packed ship.
I kept traveling upwards through the giant vessel from deck 2, where I was bunked in a tiny internal cabin with no windows, as we steamed deeper and deeper into the triangle.
It was near midnight when I hit upper aft deck 12 and grinned at the site of all the cool and alien looking high tech communication gear. Yeah. As I approached the rail overlooking the Caribbean a man stood nearby, gazing peacefully at the moon reflecting off the waves that the mighty ship powered through.
“Beautiful night.” He shouted over to me over the noise of the sea and radar gear.
“Be more so if we had some beautiful women with us, ” I answered gaining a chuckle from the stranger. I walked over and offered my hand. “I’m Ken.”
“Bob,”he said shaking my hand. Bob had a dreamy look of contentment on his face. “Enjoying the cruise so far?” He asked.
“Yeah, had a great dinner with Nadia Arevalo, who invited me and her pals. Do you know her?”
“Don’t think so. What level in GIN are you?”
“Guest.. I came to check it out and for some R&R and do some work for a project called DreamShield.”
“What’s DreamShield?” he asked.
“We do planetary healing meditation to help bring about a gentle 2012.”
“So the word’s not ending in 2012 like the Mayans predict?”
“The Mayans never said that. Hollywood gave them a bum rap.”
“Figures,” Bob laughed.
“But there will be an end to the world as it exists today when the new Golden Age that we are entering fully takes hold.”
“I like that,” Bob smiled.
A dark cloud covered the moon. Looking up I remarked still surprised by signs this mission gets,”Cool, that cloud is shaped just like an angel.”
“Perfect. Just like the angel that was on my Christmas tree I just took down.”
“This sort of this is my cue to do some work. Care to join me in a meditation?”
Bob smiled and started to leave, “Enjoy yourself. I am going to my cabin to pray. Good luck.”
We shook hands and Bob was gone. I was alone again, the entire deck to myself. Little did I know it would be the last decent conversation I would have aboard this ship. I felt embarrassed that Bob, who seemed so open, did not want to work with me.
I’d read that there are three ruined artificial Merkabahs that are a failed Atlantis experiment that caused humanity’s fall from Galactic civilization. I picked a spot by the deck’s compass. The compass face looked the diameter to the ancient flower of life pattern on the book covered the Laura had loaned me, the building block of all matter in this universe. I placed Laura’s book upon the compass. Sure enough the circle of life was a perfect fit.
Something instantly shifted. I could sense the wild energy of the Bermuda Triangle rise up against me. It was like a hum that rippled through my being, despite my father’s invisible ethereal armor.
The moon vanished behind dark rain clouds. No sign of stars. Just lonely blackness as a wind began to whip up. I called in the angels for the work. The deck was full of chairs and I sensed an angel occupying each one feeding their me blue light power through out stretched hands. One of those angels was may father.
“Thanks for this cool armor you gave me, Dad.” I shouted to him. I felt my new armor glow red as it fully powered up.
“You’re gonna need it, son. This is some nasty shit.”
Using blue light power fed to me through the celestials, I willed the main front satellite ball, about 10 feet in diameter, rocketing of to the north-most point of the triangle where a Merkabah 1 (a 3 D tetrahedrom like the one picture here) was spinning out of control in Bermuda. This I knew from the angels was worst of the three artificial alien Merkabahs. The one that had sunk Atlantis. We used this sophisticated piece of the satellite gear, placed here by the angels for this work when this ship was built years ago, and sent it into Merkabah 1 to draw off it’s wild energy.
The angels, dad and me sent two other hunk of ship’s gear rocketing back to the western tip of the triangle in Miami and ahead to Costa Rico in the east. These were smaller, less unstable so the smaller ship’s radar gear did nice work.
I realized that this work was so intense it it could not all be done in one night. Deck 12, the angels told me, is where I’d be doing meditations each of the three nights. Grateful that my father’s gift of ethereal armor had protected me for this meditation, I went straight to bed.
“Proceed without fear of peril!” – A motto my father William Kenneth Sheetz lived by
DreamBlogger – Kenneth William Sheetz
After some tough work of rearranging my travel plans to attend my father’s the funeral in Wisconsin, I found myself walking the gangplank to go on a cruise in the Bahamas. A cruise I could have canceled as a death in the family would have easily let me out of the penalty for cancellation. So why was I here?
Let’s back-up to last week while my father walked in the twilight between life and death and paid me a visit. Dad was a steel worker most of his working life and he made me an amazing suit of armor. “DreamShield is about a gentle 2012, but gentle don’t mean weak, ” Dad instructed me. “Put this armor on. You need it for the work of 2012 and beyond.”
This was no ordinary suit of armor my father fashioned for me. It’s silver and shines a powerful red energy from within . As Dad put the armor on me it bonded like a second skin. The helmet adjusted to cover the bridge of my nose. “Wow, thanks, Dad!” I said, sounding like my kid-self on Christmas. Dad smiled proudly and was gone.
When I arrived at Milwaukee’s Mitchell Field Airport at Midnight, two days before the funeral, my brother picked me up. It was an icy 8 degrees and I was frozen, having adapted to LA’s warm winters.
After sleeping in late the next day, my brother drove me up to Dad’s amazing place he rebuilt from scratch in his 70s, where I was to help my stepmother prepare for the funeral.
On the way, my brother and I got some lunch (I wish I’d listened and had the burgers). We talked about Dad who was bear one minute and a lamb the next. But we got through all that because we knew Dad loved us. Lunch done, my brother and me bought flowers for Dad’s funeral from he and me and our baby brother Bruce. We covered our baby brother’s share because he’s Jehovah Witness and funerals are not in the playbook.
Arriving at the Sheetz home in Jefferson, Jackie, my lovely stepmother, 15 year dad’s junior, was very happy to see us. My brother and Jackie had become a lot closer since my father’s losing battle with cancer but he excused himself quickly to pick up suit for the funeral, which he was buying the moment my father died. Psychic runs in the family.
I walked about the house. unpacking my things for the funeral visit, and Jackie called to me, wondering if I’d like some coffee. We got separated in the circular traffic pattern and she laughed, “This silly layout. Your father and I did this all the time, losing each other in this big home” Tears welled in Jackie’s eyes. She fell into my arms and wept, “I never thought your father would die. I don’t know how I’ll go on without him.”
I took Jackie’s tear streaked face in my hands and looked her deep in the eyes and said, “You don’t need to go on without him, Jackie. Dad not dead. He’s just on another plane of reality. Would you like to do a mediation with me and visit him?”
“Right now? We can do that?!”
I nodded and gently took her to the kitchen where we sat down by the picture windows. We held hands while the lovely birds pecked seeds from the feeders. I explained the power of the OM for dimensional travel. After three OMs Jackie and I were in Ireland, the magical land of my father’s family roots. There sat Dad perched on a boulder overlooking the emerald countryside, not so emerald this time of year but still gorgeous. Dad pointed to a flock of sheep and shushed us to speak softly.
“Well, I finally made it here. Had to die to do it.” I spoke to Jackie on my dad’s behalf.
“Oh that’s him!” Said Jackie. “Always the kidder.”
“Jackie, I want you to do whatever you want with the property. 40 acres is a lot for one woman to care for. Hard for me to help you from this side. And one more thing.”
“Yes, Bill?” asked Jackie softly.
“Give Kenny a kick in the pants for me.”
Jackie and I had a great laugh as we ended the meditation. We opened our eyes and I could see Jackie was feeling much better.
The next day the funeral was lovely Irish celebration of my father’s life, just as he wanted it to be. Over 100 people came to pay respects from all across Wisconsin and America.
Wiliam Kenneth Sheetz 1928-2011
Shortly before the funeral I hesitated about going on the cruise, but Dad visited me and we went on our first DreamShield mission together to raise a star ship hidden beneath the great pyramid at Giza in Egypt. Dad has been blessed with upgrades to all his skills as welder and mechanic and he fixed that star ship for the work of DreamShield in no time flat.
“This flying saucer’s gonna come in mighty handy.” Dad proudly told me as we flew the ship to a new secret base for the work of a gentle 2012. “Go to the Bermuda Triangle on this cruise, son. We got work to do.”
Funny, I’d not even know the cruise would take me in deep into the Bermuda Triangle — a failed ancient astronaut experiment according to experts that is responsible for wars and great strife upon our world — but Dad knew. I was off to do a planetary healing that with my “Da” and I’d soon learn why he’d given me armor as protection against a storm of dark energy we’d battle together as father and son in the Bahamas.
And I know Dad will be with me as I journey to Nashville 2/12/11 for a critical DreamShield mission to cure the earth’s people of addiction. Simply sign up at this link on Facebook and be part of the dawn of the Golden Age of humanity. And it’s going to be fun! Lee McCormick is a great host and we have one of the top ET experts, Dr. Sarah Larsen and addiction guru Bradley Quick as speakers. I’m going to try my first sweat lodge. No photos, I promise.
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What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my rug. – Woody Allen
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12/21/2010 – Hailing from Chicago it’s hard to believe I used to think it was time for short sleeves if the temps got about 30 in the winter. But now all these 8 years later after moving to LA the blood has thinned. So as our dream team walks through the snow for a farm that is home to the Mt. Shasta Pyramid at the base of mountain behind the town, the 27 degree temp cuts through me as does the falling snow.
Our LA group, made up of fellow organizer Dr. Sarah Larsen, angel expert Mica Monet, Mago, and I finally reaches the farm-house and meets the rest of the dream team that’s gathered from across America to do this DreamShield meditation. As we tug off our winter gear, I meet Joy Phoenix from New Zealand, currently residing in San Diego. I feel a fleeting sense of meeting someone I know despite this being our first contact. Same for Jay Frankenberger, world-renowned ET expert, who journeyed here all the way from Arkansas to be here. I meet Fatima, also from LA. She informs me that as a person of Hispanic and Arabic decent that she has been studying the Mayan culture intensely. All in all we are 11 in the pyramid. A good number for DreamShield’s binary work.
The three “Sarah’s”, Saralise, Sarah Larsen and Sarah Wellborn, our guide from Shasta Spiritual Journeys who led us to this place, chatter away as we use the pyramid builder’s rest room before for the final march to the pyramid. Why? There’s no rest rooms in the Mt. Shasta Pyramid. A modest pyramid by Egyptian and Mayan standards, built of plywood 9/9/09 in time for the important New Age work ahead thru 2012 and beyond, it is 24 feet by 24 feet at its base.
The rest stops complete and redressed we sludge our way through the driving snow. I’m feeling mighty glad about the new waterproof boots I bought for the trip at this point. Passing a tall circle of pines that guard the entrance to the pyramid I am reminded of a short screenplay I’ve written about Xmas from the POV of Christmas trees.
Some of the people from this trip like Marta have never seen snow, now they are seeing in abundance!
At last we reach the Mt. Shasta Pyramid. I look up into the winter sky that offers not glimpse of the lunar eclipse, hidden high above the snowy cloud. Anxious to start the DreamShield work. We quickly shed our snowy clothes in the anti-chamber of the pyramid we are reminded once again that no metal of any kind is allowed inside. So much for filming!
By now, 7 months into the DreamShield work, I am used to the fact much of this work cannot or does not want to be filmed. But I do know somewhere in the Galaxy this adventure is getting filmed through our very eyes and all our senses in a way that makes our 3D movies seem primitive. Every human being on earth from the super wealthy to the poorest all have billions of fans throughout the universe.
I meditated a few nights before in bed and asked the spirit guides what would be the best configuration for our group once inside the pyramid. No sooner had I asked than a spirit who called himself Ramses appeared. When I excitedly ask Ramses if he was now one of my spirit guides. He calmly tells me,
“No, Ken, I am guide to the DreamShield team for the great work ahead. Now pay attention, my time with you is short. A pyramid, even one as small as the one you’ll be inside of, is very powerful. For every pyramid you see across the face of this world there is a mirror image pyramid of pure energy, forming the sacred geometry of power. And the circle form your group will take will channel this energy to allow your work to tap into both the infinity at the core of the earth and the infinity of the universe. Do you understand, Ken?”
I nod yes and the awesome presence of Ramses is gone.
As we climb up the ladder at the end of tunnel from the anti-chamber I am happy to see a gorgeous handmade round rug sits in the center of the pyramid. The rug is patterned with circles in a rainbow arrangement that starts with red at the outer edge and runs the color spectrum to the center.
Joy Phoenix
Joy Phoenix, however, is not happy with the how the candles are set at the center of the rug. The group spends a few minutes properly adjusting that and placing the various crystals we’ve all brought along for the work under Joy’s guidance.
I had read, or heard somewhere, that it would be about 68 degrees farenheit in the pyramid but it’s more like 40 and I am freezing. Mica finds me a blanket to wrap around me and I am now able to concentrate. I thank everyone for making the enormous effort to get here from across the country and in the snow and in what remains a bad economy for most of us mortals. I explain we’ll be healing the ozone layer of Mother Earth in this meditation and that this will help reduce cancer.
After seeing how the group accepted her leadership setting up the crystals and candles and enjoying her great charm I choose Joy to lead the meditation. She asks me for my vision. I tell Joy that I saw the colors of the Galactic rug acting like color therapy for the earth’s ozone layer. Joy nods with an inspired smile.
COLOR THERAPYON A PLANETARY SCALE
After an introduction by this trip’s host Dr. Sarah Larsen of what DreamShield is and a lovely opening ceremony by Saralise to the four winds and 11 Oms we are ready for the serious work of healing earth’s ozone layer. I sense four giant angels, one guarding each face of the pyramid, as Joy begins with improvised words that flow like poetry. I see the spin of the galaxy in the rug pattern and know that each nub in the rainbow rug represents a member of the Galactic Federation. Thousands of intelligent worlds are joining in the work.
Joy’s beautiful New Zealand accent recalls to me the narration for The Lord of the Rings. Joy guides us to breathe in the color of each ring of the Galactic rug one at a time and project them each onto the earth. As we breathe the colors onto mother earth, hovering above the candles and crystals, the lunar eclipse is at its peak above us.
Today, 12/21/10 is the winter solstice and this alignment of a lunar eclipse and the solstice will not repeat itself for another 400 years. Looking around by the candlelight I am touched by Sarah Wellborn and her boyfriend Jacob’s young faces. I look to Sarah Larsen, her blissful eyes are closed, as we heal this precious earth of ours.
The meditation winds down, we hug each other good-bye and are once again in the snow storm, slugging our way to the car. Except for a nap I’ve been awake for nearly 48 hours, but I’m oddly not tired. Mica Monet leads the way to the minivan and warmth.
I consider myself a great snow driver and expect to get us onto the road from our parking spot on the back road. But Sarah Larsen’s family minvan is quickly stuck against the edge of the ditch. Embarrassed I turn the wheel over Saralise. With a little pushing from the group she has us moving and keeps us safely on the road on the foothills of Mt. Shasta.
Indeed, when a can-do guy like me turns over the wheel to a woman we are already in the New Age.
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