Angels Want to Party

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

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TOWER OF BABEL

The Bible's Tower of Babel

Trance

Oscillator

Wave

Erratic

Randomizer

Orion

Fragmentary

Babylonian

Angelic

Barrier

Enchantment

Laser

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

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

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

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A Cool Change New Year’s Eve Meditation

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

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

1/1/11 Updated 11/10/12

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

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

From 1/1/11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ken Sheetz and Laura De Leon

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

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

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

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MERLIN AT THE DREAM INN

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

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben Stiller from The Oscars

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

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

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

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

All eyes of the council turn to me.

“I was Merlin?”  I say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you killed Cara.  Last council!”

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

“How?!” I shout overjoyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KNOCK, KNOCK!  BACK AT THE DREAM INN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stormy Road to Mt. Shasta Turns Sunny

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

DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz, AKA “Eagliscious”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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LINCOLN JOINS DREAMSHIELD, ASKS U.S. TO STOP FEEDING ON DINOSAURS

My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth. – Abraham Lincoln

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

LINCOLN IS BACK

Last fall, 2009, as a result of the bad economy costing me my VW Beetle, I was looking to carpool a ride to a social media education event in Marina Del Rey.  I sent out an invite to a filmmaker group I belong to offering a free spot in the class in return for a ride and Tom Katsis, an actor I met briefly once before in auditions for one of my TV shows, responded right away.

I learned on the ride from Agoura Hills -where I lived shortly before I had to give up my beautiful home in the long hard recession – on the way to Marina Del Rey that the lanky humorous Tom Katsis is, in addition to being an actor of serious late bloomer talent, one of the leading Abe Lincoln actors in America.  There was an instant connection between Tom and me as we both are huge Abraham Lincoln fans. Tom and I quickly collaborated right there in the car and later over tacos on a web series we named “Lincoln is Back“.

The moment I got home I began writing the script.  Instantly, I felt the words of the great Civil War president flow through me.  At the time, before my spiritual awakening spring of this year with the vision of a gentle 2012 in Italy that began all this, I was afraid to say that I was directly channeling Lincoln.

Our greatest president is vexed with today’s politicians on both sides of the aisle and especially in the White House.  Yes, I was psychic channeling because in less than 5 days I wrote the entire eleven web episodes, the equivalent of three half-hour long TV shows.  I am a fast writer – one of the reasons I’ve been chosen to foster DreamShield – but I am not that fast.

Abe speaks in our web series to America about his fears that a new slavery has taken hold of America, a slavery to corporations.  Here’s my personal favorite of the YouTube.com/AbeLincolnisBack series, where Abe talks about the Cornfield Battle of 1862 and the war on obesity America faces as result of too much corn in our diets.  Go get ’em, Abe!

For the 12/12/10 planetary mediation to switch America from oil cars to electric cars, exactly two years before what is to be the climax to the planetary meditations work with a huge global 12/12/12 event, I’d been guided to form intimate scale dream team in North Hollywood at the 9/11 monument.  I made personal calls to a few people who know the site’s location, happy this was going to be simple.

Tom had been unable to attend the amazing 11/1/10 mediation at the 9/11 monument and Abraham Lincoln’s spirit was upset with Tom for missing that event at the 9/11 monument as it was election eve.  Abe wanted to be heard about voting for the individuals, not parties, who oppose, as he did while in office, unbridled corporate power.  This time when Tom was called on to be at the monument today he promised to be there and ready for work.  I’d already done a Reiki healing on Tom, to help him get over a case of shingles faster, at the site a week ago and so he knew the 9/11 monument’s location well.

HEAVENLY FORMULA FOR SUCCESS

What I was simply not expecting, and angels love surprises, was that all night long, through the wee hours before the 12/12/10 event, I was downloaded with complex chemical formulas. Where these were coming from I simply trusted and accepted as the angels’ work.  But the buzz of chemical formulas kept me up most of the night, formula after formula, until I finally I complained, “Guys, I’m only mortal and need some sleep.  I’m certainly no scientist.  I have no idea of what any of this stuff you are sending me means.”

Then I hear the soft east coast accent of David Angell, one of the lost of 911 from Flight 11, my guardian angel for this work.  He chuckles and reassures me, “Have faith, Kenny.  You’ll know exactly what to do with all this chemical stuff. We got your back at the monument.”

This makes me happy. “Thanks, David, ” I say in my mind, “I know I am on the right track whenever you are around.”

“Relax and enjoy the chemistry lesson of lifetime, Kenny.  Sorry it’s such a gigantic download but we are getting the oil monkey off earth’s back, you know, kiddo,”  adds David.

“No more complaints.  Keep it coming, angels,” I mutter into my pillow.  I relax and start to dream, and lose the chemical data connection, but the clever angels keep feeding data to me in new creative ways.  In one dream I am in a business meeting when I notice pencils on the conference table are all grouped together in a chemical formula pattern and I wake with a start, only to get more downloads to angel giggles.

The flowing ocean of information, including machinery blueprints, come in flashes so fast and in such volume that I can only lie still and do my work as a willing receiver.  The angelic downloads go on and on until the break of daylight when I finally get some real sleep.

SLEEPY DREAM WORKER

The next morning my bright eyed and bushy tailed roomie, Bradley Quick, rambles on and on about new software and gear while I help the lovable lug to haul in a file cabinet he bought at an estate sale.  After the moving work is done I realize time is flying by and cut Brad off mid-techno-babble-sentence and hurry to the park past one of Bradley’s addiction clients who is on his way in for a session with Brad.  Today it was my mission to visualize an America free of oil addiction.

After the delays helping Bradley I was ten minutes late at the park’s corner. So I was happy to see Tom already waiting at the 9/11 monument as I hurry past the super tame squirrels in the park’s trees, who chatter and beg for treats.

While we waited for an actor/producer pal of ours, Ramon Govea, one of DreamShield’s top dreamers, who only said he “might” be joining us, I used a solar reflector that I normally use for actor lighting to light up a crystal I’d borrowed from Bradley and placed upon the monument.  The site is so activated by all the work we and the angels have already done here that it all comes to life for the planetary mediation quickly.

Soon it’s 12:12 PM and time to go to work.  Just Tom and me, but there are many people around the world tuning in on this work, helping from afar with rainbow bridges, a term used for remote work.  It makes our little dream teams very powerful.

VOLUNTEER ANGEL

Just last week I did a spur of the moment meditation at the monument with Nadia Arevalo, a volunteer for our 10/10/10 event, where there were 200 amazing people participating in LA, not counting Greece, Italy and Nashville.  I’ve run many big projects in my life, from skyscrapers to Oprah’s studios, but nothing has taken off as fast or as international as DreamShield has.

Dr. Sarah Larsen, who hosted the LA event, had put together a crackerjack team of volunteers, including the super competent and delightful Nadia.  Nadia met me at the NoHo Coffee Bean to take the guest list from 10/10/10 and turn it into an email list for us.  As the biz meeting ended, I invited Nadia visit the 9/11 monument as it’s become such a key site for DreamShield Planetary Meditations.  It’s never the same twice and always amazing.

After a short ride to the park I walked Nadia through the sacred geometry of the 9/11 site and introduced her to the vortex tree.  We grabbed hold of the top of the triangle’s solar light panel and began to mediate.  Suddenly a odd looking runner with a mop of curly red hair broke from the running trail and asked, “Found any keys?” We shook our heads “no”, a little stunned someone would ask two people in meditation, grabbing onto a solar light pole, for keys.  The odd character sprinted off without another word.

Nadia said to me, “That guy was a sign!”

“You’re right!  Let’s turn this light pole in our minds as though we have keys to unlock a tumbler in the earth!”  Nadia and I slowly shuffled our feet until we reversed positions around the solar light pole, while seeing it turn like a great key of light in our minds.  Whoosh!  A colorful explosion of swirling pinwheel beautiful psychedelic energy, running at ground level beneath the DreamShield, raced around the world! It looked so cool, something like this picture to the right.

As Nadia and I left the park I could see the rainbow energy filling the world with color, light and love for transformation.

OIL TO ELECTRIC CARS PLANETARY MEDIATION

So by, today, 12/12/10, I have full confidence that Tom and I will see miracles here at the monument, a beautiful sunny day where it is 80 degrees versus the blizzard back home in Chicago.

For such a small event, in human scale, the downloads and guidance were incredibly complex, including a science lesson that came when I was told to turn on the TV at a precise instant for useful info.  And what do you know a science show popped up on the TV that was on about electromagnetic energy transmission through crystal to power flat scree TVs!  That info is why I borrowed Bradley’s crystal, a big beauty of a orange crustal, which I set atop the 911 monument.

See the orbs in this photo upon one of the three solar panels that form a triangle of powerful clean energy?  This showed up a few days ago in a my pre-visioning work.  I take thousands of photos for my work at BuzzBroz and I’ve never see light glare form orbs like these.   That’s a square box.  Not a series of flood as it appears.

As Tom and I take up our 12/12/10 12:12 planetary mediation positions I tell him about the power of the trio of lights like the one to the left photo that handle the 911 monument and the many more solar lights, scattered around the rest of the amazing park that also has a statue of the lost pilot Amelia Erhart.

I say to Tom, “It’s no accident, here in this park for the lost, especially the lost passengers of flight 11 on 9/11, lost to what is a losing battle over dwindling oil, that the solar power panels are here to help the work of today.”

I tell Tom about the happy pinwheel of glorious and energy that Nadia unleashed, that there is nothing be sad or angry about this sacred place any longer.  The grieving is done and the angels of flight 11, headed by David Angell, want America to move forward again as the last great hope of the earth, as Abe once said and has never been more true or needed than today.

Tom and I “ohm” 12 times in honor of the date and time.   I tell Tom exactly what I am visioning so we can share a dream of a better tomorrow free of oil addiction,  “See the triangle of lights rise behind the monument to form a gold transparent multi-dimensional pyramid.  The cars of the busy 170 freeway flow north and south through the gold pyramid.”

We listen to the steady hum of traffic from the 170 Freeway and direct an “ohm” up at a jet that passes above the vortex of love tree at exactly 12:12.  “That jet is filled with Californians no different than the ones with us here today, lost on 9/11.  The lost angels of 911 and thousands of angels that stand in a formation that extends the triangle of solar lights out to the churches along Tujunga. The angels feed energy through you and me, Tom, and through the golden pyramid before us to the cars on the 170.”

“Yes,” says Tom as we finish our “ohms.”

I tell Tom, as we are now deep into the vision,”See the black energy of the cars of the 170 freeway floating past?  They look like those little black soot sprites in the film SPIRITED AWAY.  These are the spirits of dinosaurs who died in tar pits and over eons became the oil of today.  But this oil, which at first was raised from the earth by hard-working Americans from our own part of the earth, and was therefore spiritually pure, has sadly become tainted by greed, theft, wars and countless lives lost.

The oil sprites are suffering from this taint of evil.  They are tired of being pulled from the earth and burned up, where they pollute our atmosphere and cause all manners of cancer and global warming as a karmic retaliation for our insensitivity.”

“I see it!” Tom said, his eyes still closed. “And the cars are sad.  Saying to us,’Get the tainted oil out of me.  I want to be solar-powered and fueled by solar filling stations!'”

“Yes!” I agree, Tom’s vision amplifying my own. “Now let’s see the enormous download of all the engineering drawings and chemical formulas flow, that I kept me up most of last night, flow into the cars of the 170, carried along to the 101, up to the Washington State and across the highways of the Northern states, down along the Great Lakes and over the Northeast, down the eastern seaboard through Florida and along the Gulf Coast, through Texas and above the border with Mexico until it joins us here again.  See the angry oil sprites calm and welcome the ocean of information and network that data from the ring of highways about the country, flowing inward to every highway and street. ”

“I see it. Like veins in America’s body” Tom says with a nod, his eyes still shut tight.

“Now, Tom,” I say. “See the oil sprites take all that data and desperately seek their freedom and freedom for us all.  See the sprites seek out engineers, inventors, venture capitalists, politicians with courage, designers, experts of all kinds, to accept the divine guidance of the angels to bring about a complete rebuilding of America’s car industry over to clean solar-powered electric cars.  All to ensure a gentle 2012, free of pollution of not only our earth but our souls.”

Tom says, eyes still closed, his Lincoln-like face turned up to the clear blue sky, “The sun is abundance.  Free, clean, unlimited power the greedy corporations must stand aside for progress.”

I smile at Tom. I can see Abe is here now, speaking with and through Tom and me,”Tom, people want ease of use for electric cars.  See the inventors coming up with simple solutions where a driver pulls into his garage and the car begins to recharge automatically.  So much cheaper and simpler than a smelly gas station.”

“Yes,” Tom agrees.

“Now see the black oil sprites first replaced by gray sprites in hybrid cars and finally… the transition is complete.  America’s roads team with a white sprites, pure electric solar-powered transportation. ”

“Yes,” says Tom, “The cars and the drivers are happy.  No more road rage.”

“Now America’s arteries, its highways, streets and alleys, flow with pure with white energy that overflows her boundaries. Electric solar-powered cars leave our shores on great ships, refilling our hollow economy, bringing jobs back to our shores.  The electric cars reach billions of customers in China, India, Europe, Asia and all the world. ”

“Amazing,” says Tom, voice cracking with emotion. He lets out a deep breath.

“Hang in there, Tom.  Almost done.  See the oil derricks shutting down, collapsing in piles of rust, welcomed back into mother earth.  Take another deep breath, Tom.  There’s only one last thing you must do.  I want you to speak for Abraham Lincoln, our mutual spirit guide.  What does Abe have to say to the American people?”

Tom takes a deep cleansing breath and seems to get taller and says in the voice I’ve heard before in our videos, Abe’s voice that echoes over the 9/11 monument…

“The people of America must stop feeding on the oil made from fossil fuels of decaying dinosaurs or we shall become as dinosaurs as a nation.”

“Right on, Abe,” I add.

At that moment I hear David Angell lead the other angels in thunderous applause that brings tears to my eyes. “Told you that you’d know what to do with the downloads, Kenny.  You had faith.  Nice, kid.”

I don’t see him, but I feel Abe clasp his big hands about both our shoulders and say, “Good work, boys.  Yes, very good work indeed.”

With the help of Abe and the angels, Tom and I lower the golden pyramid, close down the planetary meditation and leave the oil sprites to their important mission.  A mission of finding the minds and talent who will receive the celestial downloads that I was blessed to receive and transmit.

Tom and I pack up the crystals and gear and happily head for a celebration lunch to a nearby little hamburger joint that sits on North Hollywood’s Riverside and Tujunga, beneath the buzzing 170 freeway.

Lunch never tasted so good and the freeway never sounded so mystical.

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Angels From Nashville

The invariable mark of a dream is to see it come true. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

After the amazing angel powered Volcano planetary meditation that sent a plume of vision-fire to the DreamsShield, Chris wants catch up on emails and other earthly matters.  So Cali and I drop him off at the B&B and head for a nearby hotel where our sponsor for 10.10.10, Lee McCormick, is staying.

I barely notice Chris has left the SUV as I am getting instructions by the angels that our 11:11 PM meditation will be about UFOs.  I still don’t know the location but, wow, UFOs?!

I am new to all this spiritual work.  If you’d have told me 6 months ago I’d be hosting and leading planetary angel/celestial being powered meditations across the globe I’d have looked at you with the cynical raised eyebrow of a businessman who has spent the better part of his life chasing the almighty dollar rather than the almighty.

As Cali chatters at the wheel about the two wonder-soaked visions that our three person dream team have already shared with angels and she wonders about the two more planetary meditations left to come, I find myself envying Cali and Chris for the great support they give each other.  Married 17 years they are both filmmakers, a Hollywood power couple that enhance each others lives in ways I hope to find again for myself one day.  I say “again” because I’ve had many wonderful spiritual women in my life.  Sadly I just was not ready for such soulful women and so all those amazing relationships ended, some happily some not so happily.   I give thanks to the women in my life who I now see were healers for wounds that go back many lifetimes.

My musings on the amazing women of my past end as Cali spins the SUV into the parking lot of the hotel where we are meeting Lee McCormick.  Lee’s Spirit Recovery group out of Nashville has combined with a group out of Peru and looks to be about 20 strong.  I marvel at the way the gorgeous lodge has given over their cozy lobby to the work.  And I can see myself renting this entire resort by the time we reach 2012!

A series of large gongs are the backdrop for a Peruvian speaker talking about the importance of spirit in daily life and I think back 2 years ago to my visit to my doctor.

“Ken, your blood pressure’s doing OK with the medication… But may I ask you a personal question?” Dr. Lindberg says, peering over his reading glasses.

“Sure,” I say not knowing what to expect.

“Do you follow a religion?”

I look down at my feet, a bit ashamed to say, “No.  I lost my belief in all that stuff twenty years ago.”

“Why is that?” the doctor says.

“I was raised a Catholic and loved the church.  But I saw way too many bad things happening in the world to think there’s a God.  I guess my work became my religion.”

“Ken,” the doctor says shaking his head, “work is work.  The body cannot be healthy without spirit being healthy too.  And the spirit can’t be healthy without faith in some higher power to nurture it.  I’m not saying you have to sit hands folded in a church, but you need to find something meaningful for your spirit to enjoy.”

Lee McCormick, Dreamer, Author, Shaman and Singer

Lee’s arrival snaps me from my medical flashback.  The lanky good looking country western singer/shaman takes me into a hug and I return the love.  And I should love this guy!  Lee’s Spirit Recovery was the web sponsor along with his wife’s Princess Know it All website for the 10/10/10 global event, just a month earlier, that honored the vision of a gentle 2012 that I was blessed with in Italy in May.

Lee, I discovered some time after meeting him on social media assignment for BuzzBroz, was already having a 10/10/10 event in Nashville at his the Fantastic Spirit Recovery Ranch.  So we quickly joined forces and his Circles of Light event was broadcast on our 10/10/10 stream along with events in Greece, Italy (not filmed) and LA.

10/10/10 was an enormous task for my fledgling social media service BuzzBroz to orchestrate, complete with 24 hours worth of videos we gathered and YouTube from all over the world.  All intercut with live coverage broadcast on a new web channel I built for the global occasion, DreamShieldTV.  Got 24 hours to kill?  You can watch a rebroadcast of 10/10/10 and our heavenly 24 hour playlist at DreamShield.org.

A few weeks before 10/10/10 I was worrying about it all coming together on what, despite Lee’s support, was a tight budget and schedule.  But angel channel, Mica Monet, channeling the archangel Michael said,  “Simply ask for the help and it will happen.”

And Mica/Michael was right.  10/10/10 was a sensational success thanks to amazing people like Nathaniel Hansen, out of Greece, Dr. Sarah Larsen and LA location sponsor the amazing Dr. Robert Casar founder of Earth Shift Products.  Never has sponsor money gone further on one of my projects than Lee’s and Robert’s which stretched around the world and is still echoing in people’s hearts and minds from 10/10/10.

No wonder I am happy to see Lee in person again.  We had met Lee in Vegas at The Holistic Treatment Conference while I was covering Bradley’s Quick’s speech, just before leaving for Italy.  I felt an instant kinship the Lee.  In fact, it’s just writing this now that I see how strong those two happenings, Italy and Vegas, are related.  The synchronicity of 2012’s approach never fails to amaze me.

The angels told me back in May in Italy that 10/10/10, 11/11/11, and 12/12/12 are key DreamShield global event dates.  And I thought, “OK, I can handle that.  Just a once a year thing.”

But no sooner did 10/10/10 get posted with over 80 videos, and still more coming in from Nashville, that I started to get a string of other dates the angels want me to honor with more modest scale events. In fact I am still trying to figure out as I write this where I’ll find the time and money to foster all this.  Guess I’ll take Mica’s advice and ask for the help with the added work.  Important work as Mt. Shasta has shown.

Lee introduces Cali and me to a sonic healer, Richard Hite.  Richard heals with amazing gong work.  Gongs he drove all the way from Nashville to Mt. Shasta for Lee’s event.  Richard gets excited about DreamShield and energized to join our UFO meditation, despite his exhausting 37 hour road trip to be here.  Richard then invites Cali and me back for a evening gong meditation before our 11:11 PM DreamShield meditation.

After a quick nap and dinner Cali, Chris and I join Richard Hite’s meditation mid stream.  I have Chris lay on a bear skin rug with his wife Cali for the gong session.  But the bear was a little small for them both and Chris stayed to the bear rug while Cali found a spot on the couch.  I felt our 3 person dream team was getting powered up by Richard’s amazing music gong work.

Richard’s gong echoes and I see the A-frame pine lobby radiate triangles to infinity.

Richard chimes tiny flying saucer shaped Tibetan chimes, that I later learn are over three hundred years old.  They give off a high pitched tone that goes deep inside me.  A grin crosses my face as I get clarity on the celestial beings we’ll be meeting and where.  The 11:11 PM meditation is going to be right at the Dream Inn, in the little backyard sanctuary.  We’ll be visited by UFOs that carry a race aliens who are smaller than the human eye can see. They are called the Nanonites, masters of the miniature and inner space.

And as this article shows, I’m not the first by far to have a visit from the little ETs:)

ANGEL DRILL TEAM AT MT. SHASTA

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.” – Salvador Dali

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

As you can read in the last blog post, VOLCANIC VISIONS AT MT. SHASTA , getting our three person dream team to the dormant volcano meditation spot at Mt. Shasta turned into an ordeal like a comedic AMAZING RACE episode.  For the first time on these angel guided events I am late for the 1:11 binary planetary meditation appointment at a volcano, worried if the angels are still here.

Out of breath in the thin mountain air, I scramble onto the cracked asphalt plateau and hear angels laughing at our misadventures.  My stress fades into hoots of joy.  Cali and Chris hurry up the trail to join me.

We place the last of the sacred objects, that Cali and I had each been gathering for decades without know why, upon the old ’91 Saab.  Cali pours water we had taken from the Soda Creek into three depressions on the rusty turned over bottom of the car.  At last we were ready.

Chris, Cali and I join hands and begin to meditate, to call in the angels.  As soon as the first “Ohm” leaves our lips I see two powerful angels spin the heavy old wreck like it’s light as a feather.  Faster and faster the angels spin the old  Saab.  The wreck begins to glow as it bores into the earth.  The drill the angels have made of the Saab cuts through the earth like a hot knife through butter.  In less than a minute the angel drilling team reaches the earth’s core.

Three beautiful female earth angels, that seem Native American, protect each of the human dream team with a shield of golden energy that crackles and sizzles in the fresh mountain air.  Glowing white steam of shoots from the Saab’s drill hole, bursting through the clouds and intersecting with the rainbow.

As Cali, Chris and I raise our arms the steam column hurtles for the edge of outer space.  Now the steam column turns bright orange, feeding magma energy for the DreamShield — the spinning circles of bright energy that ignited my first angel powered vision in Italy back in May — releasing volcanic pressures all over the earth.

A great chorus of angels sing what sounds like a Native American chant to keep the energy flow going.  The heat is so enormous I see the volcano shimmer in the mountain air.  If not for the three angels shielding us our dream team would evaporate.

Satisfied, the angels reverse the spin of the old Saab, raising it up and away from the earth’s core, upwards though the layers of rock, crystals and oil to the surface where this all began.  The angels release the ancient wreck from it’s mighty task and vanish.  Our “ohm” chant ends and the column of magma turns to steam once again and sucks back into the earth with a loud rush of air that almost pulls me into the vortex as the vision fades and reality returns.  I am cold I realize.

Our team breaks hands and I take a deep drink of Mt. Shasta water from my bottle. “I’m beat.  Usually I feel energized after this work,” I worry out loud.

“That’s because we are not done with the work!” says Cali, eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun.

ENCORE FOR THE ANGELS

Cali plucks stones from the wreck and jams them into fissures in the reddish purple asphalt looking plateau.  I help her place sticks and flower petals into the wounded surface.  Chris is gazing at the volcano’s top that swirls with clouds.  The mountain peak looks from this angle very much like the profile of the old Native American who had led us on a wild goose chase earlier.

Chris, cynical about New Age stuff, seems to be doing all this work to please his spiritual wife Cali.  But, showing signs of awakening, Chris has been surprising me all day with the angel imagery he spots.  And Chris surprises me once again when he suggests we fan out in a wide triangle.

Chris perches himself on a mound of earth.  And, looking a bit like Moses in the fading sunlight, Chris reaches out his arms to Cali and me below.  The connection I feel between the group re-energizes me.

A triangle of energy forms between our three person dream team that flows with the same blue angel energy I was first flooded with in Italy.  The triangle is nature’s strongest geometric form and our trio’s triangle now pulls energy down from the DreamShield spinning high above the earth.

I’m stunned as a pair of red triangle frames form over my eyes to aid my vision.  The heavenly spectacles allow me to see earth from space.  I gasp as a healing tremor ripples across the entire planet in a triangular shimmering blue wave.  Fissures slam closed deep within the earth.  Unbridled tectonic energies, visualized in movies like “2012” to rip the planet apart in 2012, are slowed to normal.  The blue triangle spreads out, overlapping upon itself to heal the weary earth.

I look up a Chris on the mound, the non-believer still looks like Moses his arms outstretched, giving us his all.  And then, as Chris lowers his arms the work is done and the vision fades along with my heavenly spectacles.  But I know these magical glasses are an angelic gift I’ll be using many times in future planetary meditations with the angels.

“Wow…” was all I can softly say.  I stand tall,  completely re-energized and let loose a “Yahoo!” that echoes in the mountain air.

Later, over lunch at the Black Bear Cafe in town, Chris seems to have returned to being the cynic.  He’s mildly annoyed by Cali and I recounting our spiritual adventures of the day.  Since we are only half done with the Mt. Shasta planetary meditations, still two more to go, I am still hoping Chris will realize everything created on this planet starts first as thought, including us… for what is love but a thought?  And are we not all born from that moment our parents first met and thought, “Wow, I really like this person!”

My cell rings before we can discuss this further. It is Lee McCormick, a country western singer out of Nashville and head of Spirit Recovery, a DreamShield sponsor. In fact, Lee’s being in Mt. Shasta on these dates is the reason we took this trip in the first place.  Chris asks to be dropped off at the Dream Inn to catch up on emails, this was a week day after all. So after we let Chris off to do some biz, Cali and I head over to meet the musician and spiritual guru, a powerful shaman, the amazing Lee McCormick and his dream team from Nashville.

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Volcanic Visions at Mt. Shasta

I like dreams of the future better than the history of the past. – Thomas Jefferson

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

Our successful angel-powered earthquake meditation, facilitated by our tiny three person dream team working beside the gurgling Soda Creek, still buzzes in my head.   I bounce in the back seat as Cali navigates the SUV up the bumpy dirt road, shaken to my core about the majestic planetary scale of the angels’ work growing giant white trees all the along the San Andreas fault to save the planet from the tectonic 2012 nightmares.  I am so honored to be doing this work that I fight back tears of joy.

Despite the urgency of reaching the volcano meditation site, we have yet to scout, by 1 PM I cannot resit asking Cali to make a quick stop to take pics of a gorgeous temple beside the pot-holed dirt road.  The small stone temple dazzles with a fountain at it’s core. But the temple is fenced off so we must take our pics through the chain links.  I notice one of the fence posts is the stump of a once mighty pine.  It’s bark is crushed by rusty cables.  I gather Cali and Chris to take my hands and we take a minute to pay our respects to this once mighty pine.  Then we are off.

Back on I-5 a cloud formation that looks remarkably like an atomic bomb’s mushroom cloud rises above the mountains.  I’ve never see anything so perfectly like the mushroom clouds that haunted my 1950’s childhood when it seemed life could be snuffed out at the sound of an air raid siren.  The night before leaving I was sent a fantastically paranoid sounding article about a nuclear bomb getting planted this very day on the San Andreas fault by extremists to launch a massive earthquake and I share the story with Chris and Cali.

The couple looks a bit shaken at this nuclear fear, fear that sounds too much like Lex Luthor’s battle with Superman in the first Superman film for me to take seriously.  Work with the angels allows me to let go of fears of a nuclear war that have troubled me since The Cuban Missile Crisis.  I blessedly know now that the angels will only let us go just so far before they step in.

And perhaps this angels work about saving us from nuclear war has already happened.  As we search for a road to get us to the volcano I tell the Rossens the amazing true story how for six months President Clinton simply had lost the nuclear launch codes.  Imagine that, the most powerful nuclear power on earth unable to make nuclear war for six months because the launch codes were lost.

Could anything show how simple it would be for mischievous angels, who seem to love misplacing my house keys for fun sometimes, to stop a nuclear war?

Sure enough when I would return home from Mt. Shasta there would be the 24/7 fear machine of our modern media speculating on the North Korea tensions escalating into a nuclear war with China.  Seriously?  China nuke the biggest consumer of their products, America?  I sigh as I type this, glad to know the angels don’t even need to handle something this silly.

The white SUV finally reaches a road that looks promising at the base of a dump and I feel this is the route to reach the planetary meditation spot.  But Cali stops to ask an old Native America man for directions.

“Does that road lead up to the volcano?” Cali asks.

The old Native American gazes at the road downhill from the dump and seems to take forever to say…

“No.  That road is a dead end.”

It seems to me the old fellow is a trickster spirit but I hold my tongue in the backseat.

The old Native American squints into the sloping winter sun, past the dormant volcano, points and speaks very slowly,

“Get back onto the I-5 and take the first exit, there are some tourist viewing spots on that side.”

I check my watch it’s 12:50 PM. If these directions are wrong I worry we’ll be late for the 1 PM meditation.  Despite my better instincts I keep my mouth shut as Cali heads onto the 5.

Sure enough, as I suspected, we seem to be on a road to nowhere.  There are no tourist spots apparent to us.  We try backtracking to a rainbow of multi-colored semi trucks beside the road at the midpoint between the exit to the dump and the north side of the mountain.

Tension rises in the SUV as 1 PM comes and goes and we not getting any closer to the volcano.

“Back to the dump! ” I instruct Cali a bit harshly, angry with myself for not checking that road myself for this important volcanic meditation.

As we reach the exit for the dump it’s 1:11 and we are all stressed.  Just then a rainbow appears leading to the dump.  A sure sign my instincts had been right.  I’d done my homework and as it turns out there is a low level turf war going on between the New Agers and Native Americans over the very spiritual Mt. Shasta.  Perhaps this is why we were sent on a wild goose chase.

I am annoyed as Cali stops the SUV to take a picture of the rainbow.  Cali is trying to get the perfect photo when I tell her time is running out.

I shout to be heard over the whipping wind,”We have to roll!  Angels have no concept of time and they need these binary dates and times to synch up with us. We might miss them!”  Soon as I say it I laugh out loud and add, “Man, if you’d have told me I’d be worrying about angels making appointments 6 months ago I’d have said you were nuts!”

Cali still resists moving on, trying for the perfect photo of the dazzling rainbow.

“Cali, let’s go!” I shout to no avail as Cali seems transfixed trying to photo the rainbow.  Looking back on my own diversion at the stone temple I begin to think we are all being blocked somehow.

Chris finally coaxes his wife back into the car with a simple, “Cali…”

Finally we’re off, racing for the rainbow above the dump, not knowing if the untested road is going to get us there.   I’ve never been late for a planetary meditation with angels before and I feel me blood pressure pound in my ears.

I point to a road.  “There, that’s the road leads to the dump!”

“No it’s not.  The we want’s road’s further up, ” says Cali, still sounding peeved about my rushing her rainbow shot.

“Humor me.  I’m willing to bet you 100 bucks this is the right road.” I grouse, starting to sound like a grumpy Larry David.

Cali sweetly complies.  I should have kept my mouth shut and let Cali drive as we are shortly in a dusty rock quarry.  Another dead end.  My watch shows 1:20 as I groan, “You were right, Cali. I don’t get what’s holding us back.  I never get lost!  I owe you a hundo.  Take us to the dump your way.”

Cali cracks a victorious smile to Chris and takes the SUV up the correct road.  The old Native American is long gone as we head through the dump for the back road I wish I would have tested a half an hour earlier.

I look up at the majestic volcano we can’t seem to get closer to, like an invisible force field is holding us back from the work.

This sleeping giant is one of 4 dormant volcanoes in the area.  The inn keeper where we are staying, The Dream Inn, explained over breakfast that the volcano blows every 1,000 years or so.  And since it blew about 100 years ago we are safe.  That last blast was so powerful it was seen by ships out on the Pacific a hundred miles away.

Turns out the old Native American was both right and wrong about the road.  It does dead end about half a mile above the dump for car travel, but there’s a path I spot that can be easily hiked on foot to the volcano.

I check my watch as I hop from the SUV.  We are late but still within the binary 1 PM hour.  I scurry over the buckled lost road, well ahead of Chris and Cali who are unsure about all this.   I reach a plateau at the base of the volcano, topped with reddish purple asphalt, as if perhaps a vast long forgotten tourist attraction parking lot once stood here beneath the volcano.

Chris and Cali hurry now, close behind at my excited shout, “Whoo hoo!  We’re in business!”

But before we can meditate with the angels we mortals all need a rest stop.  So we each head into the brush in 3 directions.  I am zipping up as I hear Cali’s squeal from the brush.

“Chris, Ken!  You guys have to see this!”

Chris and I hunt for where Cali’s excited shouts are coming from, and lo and behold there stands a grinning Cali beside an abandoned ’91 Saab.  Cali’s bullet riddled discovery has been here forever from the rust. It sits upside down on it’s roof, trunk pointing at the volcano.

Cali, who has been remarkable this whole trip with her insights, has brought amazing stones with her that she found in Italy 10 years ago when she saw miniature angels in a wrestling match with dark spirits.  We quickly place the amazing stones around the wasted Saab along with some sacred objects I’ve brought along of my own; a small glass paperweight of the world, the only object I took from my home in the divorce for reasons I did not understand at the time, and a palm print of my daughter’s hand that her grandfather carved for her from a 200 year-old oak plank.

We invite in the angels.  They are laughing, happy we made it in time.

Well, let’s let the video do the rest of the talking.

Read about the vision we saw at ANGEL DRILL TEAM AT MT. SHASTA!

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1/1/11 1:11PM ANGELS WILL ATTEND. WILL YOU?

He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind. – Leonardo da Vinci

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

DREAMSHIELD 1/11/11 BUTTERFLY MEDITATION

The  meditation will be to shed the cocoon of the last full year of the old Mayan calendar, 2011, and prepare for the butterfly of the New Age starting in 2012.

Musical artist, mystic, Ceremonial Priestess, Spiritual Channel. Voice energy healer and Reiki Master Laura de Leon, pictured below, has kindly dedicated her stunning home nestled in the Hollywood hills for this intimate scale DreamShield event.

Laura will lead the ceremony with me, your humble newcomer to spiritual matters and Reiki healing, at least in this life.  Sparkling beverages, fruit and birthday cake will be served after the meditation.

Event name: DREAMSHIELD 1/1/11 BUTTERFLY MEDITATION
Date: 1/1/11
Time: 12PM to 4PM
Place: Laura de Leon Residence Near Universal Studios, Address Given Upon RSVP

To keep the integrity of the Ceremony the Gates will be Closed at 12:45 PM. Ceremony begins promptly at 1PM.

Please wear WHITE or any BRIGHT beautiful colors to celebrate stepping into the New Year in a Powerful Positive way.

Also, please think about what OLD patterns you are intending to release this day. We will have an area set-up where you can write it out on a piece of paper when you arrive. Once we are in circle the papers will be placed in the fire to be RELEASED and TRANSFORMED into NEW ENERGY so that you may walk forward from this day, centered in your Heart standing Powerfully in your PURPOSE.

The ceremony is very powerfuL and transforming.

The suggested Love Offering is $20 or whatever you can easily give. Please feel free to donate more if you are able. It will help us to create more wonderful events. You can use Paypal now at DreamShield.org or pay at the Gate

ANGELS DREAM BIG

DreamShield 1/1/11 is above all a celebration of the guidance of the angels, blue angels to be precise.  Guidance for me and other DreamShielders who get the calling to travel all 24 time zones for the important work of facilitating angelic celestial meditations to achieve our dream of a base of 5 million DreamShielders by 11/11/11.  Yes, angels dream big.  But with their help and yours we cannot fail.

Laura and I can also use a couple of angelic volunteers for 1/1/11.  Please let us know.

Angels will attend.  Will you?

Look for the invites on our group events Facebook page and how to reserve you spot at DreamShield.org soon.  Don’t delay on the RSVP guest size is very limited.

Note: The 1/1/11 event will be filmed for DreamShield and BuzzBroz’s use and universal distribution purposes at our sole discretion.  Your attendance is consent to have your image and voice recorded for such for all time. We invite you to share your vision with the world about what life is going to be like the New Age.


TECTONIC VISION AT MT. SHASTA

“Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions.” – Edgar Cayce, American Psychic 1877-1945

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

November 10, 2010.  I awake in Mt. Shasta City, in Northern California, after a night of amazing “downloads”, as Reiki master Dorothy Donahue calls them.  I’d been doing social media via my BuzzBroz.com service for 6 months for a show called LIFE CHANGES with Filippo and in exchange was blessed to take some amazing trips — no drugs Dorothy simply uses her awakening gifts, LED glasses and drumming — on her couch.

Dorothy’s light induced trance journeys began the awakening of my higher self that’s been revealing itself now for 9 months, culminating in the vision in Italy and all the after visions of that have become DreamShield: Planetary Meditations for a Gentle 2012.

It was on Dorthy’s magic couch that I began to see the codes of many cultures, pyramids, spinning DNA strands and decks of alien spaceships that have filled much of my nightly dreams to this day and propelled this 58-year-old former real estate exec with over $1 billion of experience into the New Age head-first.

Night at the bed and breakfast, discovered by Cali Rosen for our three person dream team, is pleasant to say the least.  My soft king sized bed is far more comfortable than the hard tiny twin I sleep on at a charity client, The Cool Change Foundation, that I donate social media in exchange for rent for in North Hollywood.

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I try to process scores of amazing dreams that I had channeled in the clear crisp Mt. Shasta night air at this B&B aptly named The Dream Inn.  The air is so fresh my smog abused lungs are thrilled with every clean breath.

As I shave I look at the spiritual guy in the mirror who I barely recognize from my old corporate self.  A corporate self that caused me to doubt for many months the angelic mission I was sent on in May of this year in Italy at a SoulDrama group meditation.  An angelic mission that asked me to honor the dates of 10/10/10 with a global web celebration.

After months of putting it off I finally got on the job and DreamShield 10/10/10 became a huge success with live coverage from LA, Nashville, home of sponsors Spirit Recovery and Princes Know it All and Greece, plus a non-filmed 3 day event in Italy

Conferring with Dr. Sarah Larsen, my lovely co-host for the LA event that had drawn 200 guests, I told her of my hopes that I’d not be called to do more work for DreamShield until 11/11/11, the next huge binary code date.  But here I was waking up over coffee at The Dream Inn, about to do 4 more planetary meditations over the next 2 days with Hollywood power couple Cali and Chris Rosen and the angels.

Over breakfast I ask Dave, keeper of the B&B, if he’s ever seen a UFO.  He chuckles “No!” and we learn, despite his place looking so heavenly, that Dave does not believe in any of the legends of Mt. Shasta. Though he shares with us the New Age legend that Mt. Shasta is thought to have once been part of Atlantis, back in the Pangea era.  The grounded Dave Ream is a great host and the place is named for him, D for David mixed with Ream, his last name, makes the “D-ream” for the Dream Inn.

Dave and Chris hit it off best, as Dave believes, like Chris, that none of the UFOs or spiritual stuff said to happen regularly on the American mecca of a mountain is true.  Including a tale Dave shares of Mt. Shasta being the Native Americans’ Garden of Eden where the first Native American was created by God, stepping down from heaven onto the great snow capped mountain peak.

This doubting Thomas of an inn keeper is clearly not what I expected to find at Mt. Shasta, but I somehow find it grounding in this fantastical place.  Chris’ spiritual and ET doubts, however, I am well prepared for having gotten to know Chris over the past few days.  Chris shares, over a course of grapefruit, that he has never in all his hundreds of hours air time, as a jet pilot and vet, ever encountered a UFO.  I realize as I write that this is perhaps a big part of what makes Chris cynical about DreamShield’s ET/angel work.

In spite all Chris’ doubts, he has come along to support his wife Cali who loves the work.  So it’s amazing that time after time later, on this three person DreamShield excursion, that it will in fact be Chris who notices the angel signs we are on the right path.

On the gorgeous 9 hour drive up to Mt. Shasta I had gotten an angelic message that Castle Crag State Park is to be the site of the first Mt. Shasta meditation.  Dave’s wife Lana tells us about a dirt road where we can get into the park the back way and save on Park fees.  We are grateful given we are all filmmakers on a tight budget.  So we finish up our Eggs Benedicts and we’re on our way, Cali at the wheel.

Exiting the 5 onto the narrow paved road fronting Soda Creek, it quickly becomes  little more than a dirt goat path. One wrong turn of the SUV and we are in for a crash.  But Cali holds the course until we reach a dead end about 5 miles in at a place, not kidding, called Dream Ranch.  There are so many “No Trespassing!” signs that we have no choice but to turn back.

But on the way to the dead end I had fortunately spotted what looked like a cool meditation spot beside the fresh rapids of the Soda Creek we turn back for.  Driving slowly, we wind our way to a small clearing nestled nestled in the pine forest beside the Soda Creek.

The circle of rocks sitting squarely at the center of the clearing seems the place to meditate.  When Cali suggests we perch upon the rocks I’m a little wary.  Last night’s light snow has left the rocks slippery.  But I manage, as you can see in the photo at the top of this post, to overcome my old corporate conservative ways and climb atop the rocks.

We gaze up into the little forest clearing to the blue sky and invite the angels to do the work, work which they actually started in LA at the other end of the San Andreas fault line in Tujunga Park begins…

VISION FOR TECTONIC PLATE ACTIVITY REDUCTION

I am blessed on this project with an angelic editor who was a great TV writer in life, he’s telling me to let the video do the talking now.

ANGELS SHUTOUT DOOMSDAY!

After we finish the planetary meditation to reduce tectonic and earthquake activity I am so moved by the work that I am nearly in tears.  This angel powered planetary work is so pure and powerful it cannot be described in words.  The closest I can come is the feeling of a million invisible Super Bowl fans cheering you on.

The angels love this DreamShield work and I love what they are doing for our world to ensure the negative 2012 visualizations we are having crammed down our throats by the mainstream media daily are totally canceled out.

Yes, in the end, come 2012, DreamShield’s success will be measured by the things that never happen, from asteroids not hitting us to nuclear wars that never occur.

A hard thing to measure, that which does not happen.  Easy thing, in fact, to say nothing was done at all if you are a cynic.

I’m glad I don’t have to be a cynic anymore.  My faith in the work, experiencing it’s magic first hand, has transformed me forever.  I’d really be a fool for it not to.  I am blessed to have my faith in more than what meets the eye restored since the vision for a gentle 2012 in Italy took over my life.

In the world of angels there is no such thing as time.  2012 has already happened and the angels’ work, facilitated by humanity, has succeeded.  There is no need or place for doubt or fear in this good work.  And DreamShield I am happily learning is but one player in many such positive meditations happening on the binary dates all over the world.

But back on Mt. Shasta as the meditation’s vortex where the Soda Creek was diverted to cool the earth’s core is closed, unlike some of my other DreamShield meditations, I am sad I am not seeing visions of angels.  No sooner do I utter those words to Cali when some distance out of earshot Chris points out angel shaped flying clouds over our meditation spot!

And there would be more signs like this photo to the right and top of the blog that I developed at few days later where angelic orbs we saw in the visions can be clearly seen.

“Moisture from the snow,” the skeptics will say.

Ah, but my new self answers, “Does it really matter if the angels made that moisture appear at just the perfect angle on the camera’s lense to see the image of an angel?”

There’s no time to ponder doubt at Mt. Shasta on 11/10/10.  Our little dream team of three must now race to a dormant volcano some miles from the Soda Creek back road we are on and we must get there within the hour of 1PM!

As we hurry to the SUV I spot at piece of plastic tape with magic marker letters scribbled on it that seems to hold an angelic message for Chris.  More on that next blog “Volcanic Vision at Mt. Shasta.”