President Me?!

As a film director there so much I learn in my sleep about just getting to the heart of a story with no preamble. In an amazing dream last night I found myself mid-inaugural address as the new president of the United States!

Whaaa?

Inaug dream
Dream Inauguration of President Sheetz

Relax, I have no intention of running for president. This was a healing dream. My soul looked past today’s anger-fest president in a totally dismissive fashion.  It was fantastic to see the excitement and hope on the faces of the crowd as I spoke,

My fellow Americans, I have some big shoes to fill as your new leader. Those big shoes belong to none other of President Barrack Obama.

The job of rebuilding our relationships with fellow democracies and allies starts now. Today, as my first act as President, all tariffs are lifted.

At this very moment my transition team is preparing new legislation to convert all coal burning power to solar and to transition the auto industry fully to electric cars production by 2030. 

The dream was so exciting it woke me. But as lucid dreamer I closed my eyes and reentered the dream and used it to set intentions in the conscious field to reunify Americans divided by rampant racism, a sea of lies and to make reparations to the Native Americans.

Analyzing this dream I see it’s the work of my spirit guide Abraham Lincoln, not to lose faith in my values so badly under attack by Trump. Nice work, Abe.

May this powerful dream of renewed hope and change aid the healing of America. Aho!

Abe Lincoln and Freedom… For Earth’s Addictions

They do not love that do not show their love.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, The Two Gentlemen of Verona

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Angels, ET, my own overactive imagiantion, whatever it is that is  powering DreamShie, never stops working with me.  There’s not a lot of time to 2012, guess is why.  I could write entire blogs about any of the following, but here’s a quick summary of the after-visions from the 2.12.11 Healing of Earth’s Addiction meditation at Spirit Recovery Ranch.  Planetary meditation visions like Nashville’s don’t just happen all at once for me or the world.

ET GO HOME

The night after the big day of setting the intent to heal earth of addiction, Lee McCormick and I talked about going back to the medicine wheel to call in UFOs.  This was to be done by famed ET expert Renatto Longatto, whose presentation had added so much to this event Lee had fashioned around our DreamShield meditation.  But everyone, me included, was tired from the long day. So we decided the ETs could hover somewhere until we got back to them.

I chuckled as my head hit the pillow about how casual Lee was about seeing UFOs.  Most of the people on this trip had seen them many times.  No biggie for them.  For me I was mildly disappointed as I have never seen a UFO, except maybe one from a great distance when I was a kid in Wisconsin.  But I was too tired to care.

ADDICTION ROUND-UP

That night I dreamed of giant stone creatures guarding the land around Lee’s medicine wheel from hostile aliens that Renato had shared with us.  Real alien tales that inspired the movie PREDATOR.  The stone creatures were aided in my dream by none other than Jesse James, who looked just like Lee McCormick in the dream. Jesse actually had spent time on this ranch back in the day.  In my vivid dream Jess fired his guns with superhuman speed. Native Americans working with the cowboys and my Angus spirit to rid earth of addiction.  What a clean up crew from the 2.12.meditation!  The hostile aliens had no chance.  Zero.

ABE LINCOLN, MASTER PLANNER OF 2.12.11 Freedom from Addiction Meditation

Speaking of the 2.12.11 meditation, as I was putting this blog together and filling in my dream calendar DreamShield fan Margo gave me, I was shocked to discover February 12th is Lincoln’s birthday.  Huh.  So the freeing on earth from the slavery of addiction meditation was no accidental choice.  A date Lee McCormick and I worked out last fall.

Abe, I am proud to say as producer of web series called Lincoln is Back, is my spirit guide.  Sneaky, Abe, guided me to doing this DreamShield on his birth date without my even knowing it.  Best Lincoln’s birthday ever.  Couple this amazing fact with Lee’s medicine wheel that’s made of stones, I’d only learn after we were in Nashville, from a plantation where the owner used to buy slaves and set them free.  Yep,  you have more coincidences than even my cynical mind can ignore as proof that we are being aided by divine powers in this work to change the world come 2012.

DON’T SWEAT IT

I was too tired to care about ETs as I dreamed on because I was exhausted from the day long events and Lee’s sweat lodge session.  I had a vision in the heat where I saw myself move through the wall of the sweat lodge that followed the medicine wheel as a Native American hunter.  My Native American brother shushed me and tells me, “Be quiet my brother, you’ll scare off the deer.”  I come back to myself and realize I’ve been blabbing to much in the sweat lodge.

My inner Larry David had rebelled.  I couldn’t take Lee McCormick’s pouring on the heat anymore. Not to mention the cold mud under my freezing butt and feet caused by the melted snow and the tight quarters with a two guys flanking me weren’t for me either.  So I crawled, not on a dream with the Indians, but for real out of the sweat lodge with Lee’s blessing.  Lee’s a pro and never forces people to sweat anymore than they want.

I kept crawling from the sweat lodge, panting like a dog and dry heaved in the grass.  Then I saw a gray Buddha statue.  Alive beneath the moon.  When Sarah Wellborne poured Mt. Shasta water over my head, Buddha vanished.  Here’s a video of a very confused me at least searching for what might have been a pile of sticks I’d mistaken Buddha.

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

That night I also dreamed of my father, whose drinking issues had made the Nashville DNA meditation so tough for me and who had only passed three weeks ago, came to me in a dream showing me the Packer watch I had bought for him one Christmas.  Dad told me, pointing at the Packers watch, only mildly annoyed, “You were an hour late getting the medicine wheel. 2:12 you were supposed to he here.”

“Renato had gone long and the schedule got pushed back, ” I explained to my father in the dream.

“I kept the angels from leaving before you and Lee’s bunch for here, ” Dad proudly explained.

“Thanks, Dad,” I said tears welling. “I’m glad for your help.  Woulda been nice if this had been something we could have done while you were alive.”

“I needed to be part of this.  Always was somehow. But that’s no excuse for the mess I made of things when you guys were kids.”

“I forgive you, Dad.”

“I know, son.”

Dad then did something in the dream that he loved to do in real life and gave me a big bear hug.  At his funeral my son 3 weeks earlier, my son Jonathan, now a man of 30, gave me the Sheetz family bear hug.   Jonathan smiled sadly as he told me he had taken over the bear hug role from his grandfather.  Late or not, Dad was proud of me for the work at Lee’s medicine I see by his shinning Irish smile.

Dad, unable as usual not to have the last word and to joke said, “Try not to keep the angels waiting next planetary mediation, Kenny boy.”

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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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