I did not expect a planetary healing from such a violent film as SICARIO. Spoiler alert. I can’t explain the impact of the film on me without giving away the best secrets of the story. Then again, my fans know the films I review are a springboard for me to talk planetary change.
Emily Blunt is the innocent Phoenix police officer dragged into a CIA scheme to assassinate a cartel leader. A part she plays to confused brilliance that makes her one of the most believable cops characters, male or female, in film history. The CIA needs a domestic officer to expand jurisdiction into Mexico and Emily is it.
The broken town of Juarez is where action centers. Josh Brolin is the CIA’s master disruptive player. All law has broken down in Juarez as the cartels battle. It’s a chilling look at how thin the line between anarchy and civilization truly is.
Blunt’s character is watched over by Benicio Del Toro’s dark angel. He’s a free agent, a Columbian lawyer turned assassin, out to kill the cartel leader who beheaded his wife and killed his teen daughter, boiling her alive in acid. Nothing will stop this Sicario, which means “hit man” in English, not even his affection for Blunt, who reminds him of his daughter.
The first 10 minutes of this film are very hard to get through as Blunt uncovers 20 mutilated corpses in a Phoenix bust. I’ll admit I closed my eyes to get past it.
The amazing ending, which I will not spoil for you, is just as hard to endure. Violence here is not gratuitous. It’s a documentary to the real zombie apocalypse we face. SICARIO offers a deep look into our sick society, decaying from the inside, fueled by the greed of men that seek to send humanity into a hellish dark ages.
As the credits rolled I stood to go home after my matinée break. Then a soulful Mexican guitar solo in the credit score broke the 2 hour tension. I retook my seat and soon my ET guide Ohom asked me to meditate on making sure the world does not go the violent way of Jaurez. The meditation enemy once again, addiction.
I closed my eyes and the sweet guitar sounds swept me away. Ohom asked me to go beyond addiction to seek in my mind’s eye the root cause. I saw many of my neural pathways were badly ruptured from the nightmare of the first 20 years of my life in family as a helpless kid ruled over by a drunken father. They neurons were the red exploded remnants. How could I still be so PST damaged on the inside after decades of many kinds of therapies I wondered?
Ohom showed me the neuron reroutes I had created to function as normally as possible. Then he and his team began helping me heal my damaged neurons and neural pathways at super speed. In less than 2 minutes 2 decades of mental and physical abuse I’d suffered as child survivor of frequent bloody fatherly beatings were healed, along with my broken my heart from when my mother did not rescue me from hell but abandoned ship. A pain far worse than the broken arm my drunken father would give me.
Again I may never know if this amazing ET shit’s real, it just works for me as gateway to higher energies and I do feel more whole. I’d not expected this kind of breakthrough this warm fall Sedona afternoon, and accepted this ET healing with tears of joy in the dark movie house.
I see now clearly the root cause of addiction is seeking to numb our pain via self-medicating with drugs, both illegal and prescription, booze and loveless sex. My addiction of choice has been my work. Getting older and not being able to work at my crazy pace, still far more than men half my age, is buying me time to smell the roses and moments like this.
As always the personal healing begets a planetary healing and I sent out the bliss of my healing across the world.
The credits ended. As I stood to go a young theater attendant asked me, “How was SICARIO?”
When last we left my super-self in deep space, it was September 22nd 2015, and 19 remaining asteroids were hurtling for earth. This despite the 9 asteroids I’d already mentally destroyed the night of the 21st in an all-niter of 9 planetary meditations back to back. The 28 original asteroids are the nasty mental product of a fear soaked imagination of rapture doom from an obscure Reverend in Puerto Rico. But because humanity’s fear had grown so high, these fantasies of asteroid doom had to nonetheless be debunked by NASA.
The nineteen remaining asteroids visualized by the believers in this Apocalyptic nuttiness of the Reverend and his followers are still enough to wipe humanity from the planet, my higher ET self Ohom tells me, because the Reverend’s fears of doom have tapped into the upcoming Super Blood moon of 9/28/15.
Destroying the first 9 meteors in meditation the night before, some birthday, proved far more challenging and exhausting than I’d imagined. See Prt 1 & Prt 2 before reading onward to get the whole picture of my longest meditation series of my planet saving hobby so far.
Oh, and save the straitjacket, doubters. I don’t literally believe I physically fly into space and smash asteroids with my bare hands. But I do know in my heart that on some level of reality these meditations truly do help in some small way to protect the positive side of our global consciousness. We are all Messiahs these day. No single being is coming to save us.
At the very least these planetary meditations are healing for me as an individual. And since we’re all connected and every little bit helps. Last its way more fun to experience all these 5D visions than to watch even a great movie like THE MARTIAN for this story-teller of the light.
Yes, I’ve come to accept the power of positive vision, which me and others like me are doing every day all over the world to wipe out negative visions as old as the Mayan Calendar. At his stage, 5 years into my awakening, I just accept and go where I am told by my higher self, Ohom, a 7 foot tall Insectoid from the world of Nektar.
Ohom’s DreamShield planetary missions he guides me to, some at very obscure and unplanned locations, have carried me all the way to Antarctica in real life on 12/12/12. These mission have led to my current home base, Sedona. Sedona is famed for its vortexes and rich soil filled with crystal and iron, which naturally boosts the power of my DreamShield Planetary meditations.
This also led to…proud plug… filming scientist Patrick in Sedona for two years now for a new DVD called THE NEUROPHONE EXPERIENCE just released on Amazon by yours truly, a modern-day Don Quixote. My Hollywood dream begun in 2003 after a highly successful real estate career goes on. Expect my long neglected Antarctica 12.12.12 meditation DVD soon. Stay tuned here and on DreamShield.org for the announcement. And there will be a private screening party here in Sedona and/or LA.
ASTEROIDS OF FEAR
Because the 9/21 meditations went on into the wee hours of the morning of 9/22 and were exhausting as hell, I gave myself two solid days to blog about asteroid 1-9. Good thing I finished all that meditating and blog writing before my sick brother made an emotional attack on me using my mother as his pawn on the afternoon of 9/22.
Mom resisted my lost ex-convict brother’s insistence to hassle me on my birthday, the 21st. My brother was acting out as he’s in deep pain from the fact I am holding firm to my 2013 vow that he must stay sober a full year or he stays out of my life. My tough love is predicated by the doctors all warning me, after he came out of 3 week induced coma, that my out of control bro would die if he ever drank again. On my 2013 birthday my brother heard my warning and promised me he’d never drink again. But in 2014 addiction recaptured him and my brother began drinking again in Florida in spectacular fashion and we’ve not spoken since.
So think it’s an accident that only 1/3 of the way through the series of 28 meditations my lost brother tells my mother he wants metal sculpture back he gave me for my 42nd birthday to mess with my head? He claimed to mom the sculpture was done for his share of 1993 TV show I made called Cook & Rock and he now wanted it back. When my mom called me her voice was so filled with emotion I thought she was going to tell me my lost brother had perished of drink. The poor 87 year-old woman, who has single-handily kept my brother alive was since his spectacular 2014 fall they landed him on Florida NBC TV as a dog abuser, worried about my bitter brother’s claim he’d come to my door in Sedona with the cops if I did not send him the sculpture back.
I said as sweetly as I could, “Relax, mom. Fred’s mad at me for keeping my word he must be clean and sober or 12 months solid to reenter my life. He has no real claim on the sculpture but let him know it will be shipped out to him tomorrow.” Mom thanked me profusely and continued to share the horror story my brother’s ruined life until I cut her short. “Mom, please. Join me in this intervention to save him. You’re only making it take longer for your son to hit bottom by enabling him.” Mom did not want to hear this about her favorite son as needing her intervention. And so, after my thanking mom for not bothering me with my brother attack on my birthday, we made our goodbyes.
ONLY 19 ASTEROIDS TO DESTROY
At the end of prt 2 of these meditations I asked for guidance on a visualization of how to rid our dream skies of the doomsayers the asteroids 19 remaining all at once. Much needed after the psychic attack I warded off of my sick brother that day. How amazing I asked spirit for guidance of a way to beat all 19 asteroids at once before all that old family broken record of addiction that robbed me of a normal childhood with aunts and uncles dying off left and right and father who became demon when he drank.
So no sooner did I close my eyes, transform into the Super hero of Superman and fly from Sedona, did I have the super solution. I rocketed for the 199 asteroids hurting for earth. I felt the menace of these damned asteroids, brimming with humanity’s suicidal negative energy in the form of, you guessed it, addiction.
The very addiction energy killing my baby brother, only 18 months my junior. Practically my twin. Sober my brother is a powerful man to have in my corner. But drunk he represents all that was wrong with my drunkard father squared. Drunk my brother becomes jealous of anyone kind to me, male or female, and resentful of any luck in life. When he’s sick with booze poisoning his mind my kid brother is capable of freaky behaviors; like popping out of manhole covers like a crazed gopher, perching on your rooftop like a demented vulture and messing with all of us in the family living normal addiction free lives, including his own son and my kids. His rage at our healthy lifestyles knows no boundaries. Mass murder seems not out of the question, which terrifies my mother. As for me. Fear stopped motivating me to humor anyone with my awakening.
In meditation, my x-ray vision sees that all 19 of these asteroids are filled with suicidal dark addiction energy. But I bravely rocket head-on for the menacing asteroids. This doomsday rescue is personal and this one is for my addict brother and anyone on the earth stuck in addiction.
As the deadly asteroids near I recall my screenplay ELVIS AND ARMAGEDDON, a top ten finalist in a 1998 contest. The first draft of that screenplay was “1 Through 9” and it’s about two hillbilly brothers who must come to peace with each other before they can save earth from 9 asteroids. Coincidence that I was flying for 19 asteroids in meditation, a variant of 1-9? Not for this psychic screenwriter who predicted 911 five years before it happened. I take it as confirmation to knock these fucking asteroids out all at once.
If you follow my DreamShield planetary meditations you know many of my meditations are about ending addiction on earth. In 2010 I drew a diagram of a circle and a triangle at its center as a way to block the black hole to lead a group meditation in Nashville. My meditations show little mercy for the dark forces. I am a spirit warrior that takes no prisoners when it comes to addiction. I will destroy this asteroids or die in bed back in Sedona rather than fail.
Then it hits me. “It’s a trap!” A sick looking purple energy of addiction beam lashes out for me from all 19 asteroids. I dodge and dart at super speed. If even one of the beams hit me I will fall into addiction myself. But before any of the 19 beams can lock onto me, a hard thing as I am traveling 12 times the speed of light – I use my super willpower to rip a black hole in the fabric of space at the center of the train of 19 asteroids.
Instantly all 19 asteroids are sucked to the purple vortex beyond this universe. I visualize all of the addictive fear based asteroids off to a nether-dimension from which they will never return. The 19 asteroids rage with a wail impossible to describe as they vanish.
But the killer asteroids aren’t done with me yet. They reach out foe me as one telepathically and yank me for the black. If I fall in there Ohom warns me that I’ll pop out in alley in my home town of Milwaukee, a heroin addict scrounging garbage can for breakfast, my sick brother grinning over me!
The rim of the black hole rushes for me. Desperate, I smack my super hands together with a clap louder than millions of thunder bolts. A cool trick as I am in the vacuum of space where no sound can exist. The black hole slams closed just before I am sucked into my own rage at addiction. Only deep love for saving my lost brother has saved me. Free of the black holes pull I spin out of control from the momentum and crash-land back in my bed in Sedona. I take a few deeps breaths and fall straight to a blissful night’s sleep.
The next day, the 23rd, which “happens” to be my addict father’s birthday, I write I loving letter to my brother telling him to look upon the guitar as my gift back to him to remind himself how talented he is. I say in the letter all he needs to do is be 12 months clean and sober and I will be waiting with open arms.
At the Sedona shipping store a customer raves over the beautiful metal guitar my clean and sober brother gave me 19 years ago. I realize right as the clerk starts packing that I was down to 19 asteroids to destroy with my Super Sheetz meditations before my brother asked for this art he created 19 years ago from love when the friendly customer asks me, “What’s the story is behind this amazing sculpture?
I simply smile sadly and say, “Long story. Just returning it to the artist who loaned it to me for 19 years. He needs it back to get his life together.”
So here it is Sunday October 4th, 2015. And we all still here on our troubled little blue ball. Earth saved.
Thanks, Ohom and Dreamshield and thanks to my brother, for whose recovery I meditate often, for inspiring the exciting conclusion to APOCALYPSE NOT. Get well, bro.
Ken Sheetz is a film maker and social media expert whose life has not been the same since his 2010 awakening in Italy. If you enjoy his meditation stories, packed with more excitement than most Hollywood films, and want make a contribution via Ken’s PayPal account it’s BuzzBroz@yahoo.com.
Today my 86-year-old mother sets off on a road trip from her condo in Vegas to try to right the ship of my brother’s wrecked life in Florida. She’s passing through Sedona about noon today and we’ll have lunch unless my stepfather, also 86, gets on his epic only stopping for restroom breaks binge he falls prey to. I hope not. I’d love to hug mom as thanks for her courage in traveling the 6,000 mile round trip.
Followers of my blog and Facebook page know that my brother fell off a 27 year recovery wagon in his retirement journey to Florida. He wasted his 13 day forced recovery when he almost died last fall of bleeding ulcers and went through two near deaths experiences blogged of here.
Fred’s epic fall from sobriety is all too common these days. Sadly, even only 10% of AA members stay sober and clean. And that modest 10% makes them #1 on the planet as the best for a sustained recovery after detox. Without an AA support group the chance of a relapse is almost 100%. I had studied all this trying to get my brother into recovery when we almost lost him in the fall. His ego would not permit this help. Ego really is like an elephant that likes to sit on your house.
I believe, but have no proof, Fred quickly fell into the drug culture that plagues Florida. All of us in the family that have leaned on Fred as a rock during his 27 year sobriety were shocked how fast my brother fell from grace. Over only a 90 day period he went from the proud owner of a new home and puppy to be arrested 3 times, one of those times supposedly for animal abuse of his new puppy.
Though she’s making mistakes enabling my brother, I’ve been amazed at the depth my mother’s love in trying to rescue my brother from himself. I’ve tried to tell her unless he gets into recovery he’ll end up right back in jail again. Mom does have a financial stake in my brother’s mess he’s made of his life as she co-signed on the mortgage that got him the house of his dreams. My brother has consented from jail to have the house sold. There are limits to what mom will do to help Fred. She’s refused to let him lein the house to bond his freedom. A wise thing as my brother was arrested fleeing a warrant for his arrest in his dark awakening you can read more about on the blog. I plan to record this whole chain of events as a cautionary tale to people drinking and drugging too much, and falling prey to today’s overzealous legal system. Sick people like Fred need treatment not prison.
Mom comes from a generation unfamiliar with the dangers of drugs like crystal meth and crack cocaine and how they can transform a person into a criminal, make them lie and cheat and steal for the drugs of choice. I’ve been doing my best to educate my mother and explaining why enabling can make things worse in the end for an addict. The mortgage she co-signed compels her to take action. Age 86 is not the time to lose your nest egg to a son who fell so low as to be negligent of his duties to care for a house Mom helped him get.
Before I broke off all conversation with my kid brother, he was relishing in a childhood memory of a nasty prank he pulled of disconnecting the transmission on mom’s car. It totaled her silver blue T-bird and could have killed her. I was furious that for all these years my brother had gotten away with pinning this evil prank on our drunken father. Fred got mad at me for placing the blame where it belonged.
I am blessed to have never drank and drugged, aside from some college experiments and the famed 3 martini lunches of the 80s business world. Addiction has never had a grip on me. Seeing what my mother must do makes me ever more grateful that I am an addiction fighter. See my blog about a meditation to end addiction in the world in Nashville in 2011 for more on this.
Someone asked me recently, “Aren’t you worried about sharing such personal stories about your brother’s problems?”
I answered, “Sadly he’s way out there in the public eye.” My brother has even made the local Florida TV news and is featured for his supposed puppy abuse on a national website. Fred’s gaunt face in mug shots looks drug induced to my sharp eye serving an addiction radio show as their media adviser. One day if he wants to be in my life again he is going to have to prove he’s not been on drugs or admit and ask forgiveness for putting the family through his hell.
A powerful Sedona psychic says if Fred gets into recovery his life ahead is especially positive. Recovery treatment, even if this all just alcohol related, is mandatory in Fred’s possible reentry to my life. After all I said he would be cut off from me to give him incentive to stay clean and sober not to truly give up on him.
My mother said, “Kenneth, aren’t you afraid of making Fred not sending him money in jail? What if he shows up at your place in Sedona? He knows where you live.”
“Mom, if I was not afraid of my abusive father why would I be afraid of a brother who has turned abusive.? If he shows up on my doorstep without recovery plan that’s been in effect a year he’s in for a visit to the Sedona police and the AZ police are even tougher than Florida cops,” I said with a calm that surprised me.
Fear fighting is one of the primary mission of DreamShield. I won’t live in fear of governments, corporations and certainly not messed up brothers. I told mom, “I could die crossing the street if it’s my time to go. If I die at the hands of drug addled brother I surrender to that. I do not live in fear of anyone or anything and I suggest mom you do the same.”
Addiction is at the heart of much of the world’s issues. And as a society we are addicted to war, oil, meat consumption and more. I am proud of Mom and send her a DreamShield ET escort to watch over her for a safe return to Las Vegas, a place she retired to for her love of Keno. Keno is her pet addiction. One that’s well under control. Mom plays with nickels. Now, she plays in the biggest gamble of her life, saving her son’s life savings and freeing herself from his mortgage.
Update: Yay! Happy to have connected to mom and wish her well on the journey. My stepfather Nick is like an open book. He’s not happy about the trip and all the driving ahead.
Mom held my hand as I walked her to the car after treating her and Nick to lunch and said, “I know we met up on this trip to Florida with you for reason, Kenneth.”
I smiled. Squeezed her hand and said, “Maybe it was for me to lend you my luck. Stay focused. Get yourself off Fred’s mortgage. Use the police if any of druggy friends show up to cause trouble. Fred’s the one in jail. Not you. The law is on your side and you have a right to clean up this mess.” And I then gave her a big kiss on the cheek for luck and I led them back to the freeway and off to Florida.
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone. -Marylin Monroe, on the topic of Enough
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Lee McCormick’s amazing 2000 acre Spirit Recovery ranch, site for the 2/12/11 DreamShield Planetary Addiction Meditation, had only one drawback for out of towners… lack of nearby restaurants.
Me and my fellow spoiled brats from LA for this trip, Bradley Quick and Dr. Sarah Larsen, were desperate for the health food choice we enjoy back home. The only restaurant options, still about a 15 minute ride from the ranch, are McDonald’s or an all you can eat buffet, where the choices are… fried this or fried that.
So when Renato Longato, world famous UFO expert, finished his presentation on ETs and their role in 2012 and Lee herded us back to the all fried food you can eat spot again, I let a groan slip out. But, even though the food was deadly, the company of large group who stuck us for the meditation made up for it with their lively passion and curiosity about DreamShield.
I griped to Lee that all this bad food was going to blur my visions at the wheel. Lee simply chuckled and went on eating his fried chicken. Lucky for me not much phases Lee. As a recovery guru and cattle rancher he’s seen it all. Lee was the perfect host for this spirit shindig to balance out all my nervousness and exhaustion over this very personal mediation. You see, I had just given the eulogy at my father’s funeral only 3 weeks prior to this event. A father whose drinking escapades were legend in my home town of Milwaukee. Drinking which had decimated my childhood and made me into the lovable neurotic who blogs this stuff as much for self-therapy as to report to you on the birth of the New Age.
Reports I make as objectively as I can, while being the dude having all these visions to help usher in a gentle 2012 and trying to film it all at the same time. How about a budget for an assistant and camera man, angels, ETs, whatever you are? Maybe even a private jet as they’ve told me I need to do DreamShield personally in all 24 times zones and activate a billion people by 2012. Guess they like to keep me humble with lack of funding. Makes this funnier and they do love to laugh at this cynic of a psychic. I swear this all is some kind of futuristic reality show at times where we are the cameras.
Heavy snows two days before had turned the field, where Lee 10 years earlier had built the medicine wheel, to mud. My inner Larry David of a perfectionist said about the mud and cold, “Couldn’t the angels have picked a pleasant day in May for all this?” But I stopped myself from griping out loud before I annoyed Lee again. “Enough with the whine festival, ” I told myself. “This mud is going to be perfect for grounding this great group of people to the earth. We are electrical energy after and and what better conductor than the mud the fates had provided?”
The medicine wheel was working already. I had officially stopped my negative self-talk that re-erupted in me after Dad’s funeral, like some dormant volcano of fear. I was feeling up to the task of this great day my higher self had brought about. Laura De Leon of MyMysticMuse‘s work finally kicked into gear. I was ready to do battle with addiction. Or least not go off and down a bottle of tequila out of fear of messing all this up for earth’s gentle 2012.
“A church without walls”, as one of ranch hands described Lee’s medicine wheel, is the perfect description. The energy of the growing crowd was palpable. Lee personally selected the stones of his medicine wheel from the old Pinewood estate after it had burned. The stones of that estate have great energy because Pinewood’s owner would buy slaves and then set them free on these lands! Lands where also a great Native American people had ruled in total freedom before the white man came along and poisoned the tribes with their fire water.
Yes, I sensed the Native American spirits wanted this addiction meditation to work. I sensed also the spirit of Kokopelli leading his people in this mighty task for earth many times on this trip. He was showing up in pranks. Kokopelli is part trickster spirit after all. I had almost named my film company for him eight years ago when I moved to Hollywood before chickening out. Maybe when I am done with all this 2012 stuff and can get back to making movies I will name a new film Kokopelli Films in his honor. Yeah.
Lee’s medicine wheel for this DreamShield meditation to free earth of addiction by 2012 was therefore a perfect choice. More perfect than I knew at the time of my vision, complete with diagrams of how to shape and work the group that came to me in dreams months ahead of time.
Lee McCormick walked the medicine wheel while Sarah Wellborn placed crystals from Mt. Shasta on the stones.
The group grew as trucks made their way through the muddy field loaded with cargoes of excited people. People who felt so empowered for the work by Lee’s great day of events leading to this that I could feel their passion for today’s work from a mile off. I mean that literally, a mile off. Putting my inner cynic aside, I can sense amazing stuff ever since Italy, where my DNA got activated and my life got turned upside down.
Here at Lee’s wheel, I realized the angels — or ETs who guide this strange and wonder filled work from a cloud or spaceship or my own overactive brain — had picked this sacred spot for this DreamShield meditation, as much for it’s location on the earth’s chakrah system for the amazing Tennessee folks who were now showing up in droves. Numbers of people I’d not expected in such a remote location 40 miles from Nashville in the middle of Lee’s cattle ranch that doubles as one of America’s leading recovery centers. Such is Lee’s respectability in the amazing Conscious Nashville group he has helped foster.
I made sure I had pals Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick beside me as I was still feeling weak from the funeral and nearly 3 months of non-stop DreamSheild planetary meditations without any real budget. I was running a global project from modest social media fees via my BuzzBroz company. It had all seemed so simple after Italy. Have a 10.10.10 global celebration and then go back to my normal life. That was 26 planetary meditations ago…
So I was exhausted for the big one. The meditation that meant more to me personally than any other. I had not evolved much, I had simply become a spiritual-aholic instead of a work-aholic. Yeah, this meditation was needed for me personally. I’d missed most of my kids’ childhoods working to be Chicago’s number 1 commercial real estate broker. Nothing was ever enough.
VISIONS AT THE WHEEL
What energized me was Lee’s advice to me and the crowd, shouting over the stiff cold wind, “We gather today for a noble cause. Our reality is what we choose to make it in this world. And we choose to believe there can be an end to addiction on this world. It’s time. And the cool thing is we don’t have to believe in this work for it TO work. We just have to show up and express our intent. Feel it with our heart and soul. In our bones.”
With that Lee turned it over to me. “This is Ken Sheetz of DreamShield who will conduct this planetary meditation. He sees things.”
Smiling at Lee’s perfect intro, I went with the flow and got the crowd laughing saying, “Think of me Larry David of the spirit world. I don’t know how or why the angels chose me in Italy for this work… when I don’t believe in them half the time. But Lee is right. Somehow the job gets done anyways when I just show up where they tell me to go. I’m happy the angels let me see what they are doing, despite my lack of 100% faith in what they let me somehow see.” Excited relief spread through the gathering as I added, “And don’t feel bad if you don’t see what I see or see nothing at all in this meditation. You might even count yourself lucky you see nothing all this angels stuff has turned my life upside down.”
Later a meditation guest would thank me for “keeping it real.”
I passed the mediation ball to Dr. Sarah Larsen to open this meditation with her beautiful OMs. She picked 13 OMs as the number to get the group into an energized connected space. As Sarah OMed, the magic in my mind began to happen once again. I saw, eyes closed, hundreds if not thousands of earth angels watching us 60 souls gathered to form the intent to rid the world of addiction.
My voice cracked as I told the crowd what I was seeing. You see dear reader, I’d thought my visions were somehow at an end but here they were a host of angels ready to protect us and amplify our energy as we set the intention to end earth’s addiction at Lee’s medicine wheel!
This art piece by Gore Dustave is very close to what I saw. I opened my eyes and shared my relief and excitement with the group. “These are not like the angels I saw in Italy. The are human formed, earth angels.” I felt proud these were not the wonderful, if scary, ET angels from Italy working this meditation with us. These were are kindred earth angels curing the earth of addictions.
I closed my eyes again and for the first time with such a large group and shared vision as they came into my head. About my head for a bit. I feel it’s overly large and that I’d easily weigh in under 200 pounds with a more normal sized head. But I digress. Back to Lee’s medicine wheel…
I told the crowd, “I see a golden tumbler that holds the DNA code in this earth chakra beneath the medicine wheel. We are going to unlock this tumbler of gold. Gold that represents, according to some ET experts, humanity’s enslavement from the time we were genetically engineered from apes to mine this world of gold. And it’s this ET engineered drive to never have enough that lies at the heart of all our addiction here on earth. The time has time for us as a species to rise above our enslavement. Let the ancient aliens have their gold we want to be free!”
Note: All this is as close as I can recall my words or anyone’s at the wheel. I don’t have a camera crew at this stage of this underfunded and over ambitious gentle 2012 project. So I may have inadvertently made myself sound better than real life in this blog. Such is the benefit of not having a camera crew.
I then led the group in a meditation chant while we visualized a golden triangle forming within the black hole that lies within each of us as follows:
“Happy. Healthy. And whole!” Four times we repeated this simple triangular mantra together. Success. I saw another tumbler in the earth unlock like a telescope of gold that extended to the earth’s core. It fed us an enormous energy surge I could feel in the mud as I held out my hands.
An angel whispered to me at the wheel, “You will become a new species of homo sapiens. One that will care for each other and this world as equals in ways you cannot even imagine.”
My head was happily spinning in this deep waking dream of healing for earth in the mud at the wheel. This was going far better than I had possibly hoped. I introduced Sarah Wellborn of the west coast spiritual mecca Mt. Shasta. This other Sarah, many Sarah’s have appeared in this work as their name means “Light of God”, had earlier told me she had some very special songs she wanted to share at the wheel. I saw at this moment that her songs were sonic codes to unlock the golden DNA tumbler in the earth’s chakrah.
As a former builder, a man of schedules and budgets who built Oprah’s Harpo studios, I often wonder why the angels don’t give me more clear plans ahead of time. But I went with the divine guidance flow and turned things over to Sarah Wellborn.
The group and I chanted along with Sarah Wellborn’s very beautiful and other worldly sounding singing, singing that I hope to God Lee’s videographer captured for history and I was too busy running a mediation to film. Just as I was fussing about this to myself in my hyper mind I saw the Virgin Mary in glory, radiating healing energy down upon us from a cloud above. You heard me. The Virgin Mary.
UFO expert Renato had told us in his lecture before the DreamShield that ETs, looking not to shock us, would appear to one race as say Shiva, or Muhamed or as the Virgin Mary depending on your cultural heritage. I wonder now as I write if this was what was going on here at Lee’s amazing medicine wheel. You see I am not religious. So I’d be about the last guy you’d expect to see angels, let alone the mother of Christ.
Note: This is not the the best photo of what I saw of the Virgin Mary, unlike the fairly accurate angels one depicted above in the blog. This Virgin Mary was more classic in my vision and radiant in all directions not just her hands. Without a CG artist I can’t describe the majesty of the parting clouds that Mary appeared to me from. Sigh. This is hard on me as filmmaker as I want to truly share all this amazing stuff with you fully. I guess in the hopes you might believe me more. That’s silly I know. The best books do not come with pictures.
It’s taken me days to get the nerve up to write of this because it all sounds so crazy. I keep thinking the men in white jackets are coming for me when, as Lee said, I “see things.” Well, at least I am getting faster at accepting these amazing visions. It took me three months to get up my nerve to report on the angels in Italy.
Yes, dear reader. This blog is the first I am sharing of the Virgin Mary vision. The goddess as the light workers see her, the divine feminine was with us.
I relaxed into Sarah’s beautiful song deeper. She invited us all to join her in our own tones. We sounded alien. A bit like the choir from 2001, only prettier. That damn song annoys me after a while. Sarah’s song was beautiful, but 2001-like-ape scene is how it felt. We were like the apes ready to evolved when we unlocked the golden DNA tumbler in the earth here 40 miles west of Nashville. Lee had explained to me our DreamShield team earlier that day that the earth on this part of the globe holds huge limestone deposits and is naturally one of the purest points on the planet for what we were doing.
I held forth my trembling hands and grabbed hold of the golden tumbler I could see in my mind’s eye. With each of Sarah’s new combination tunes and chants I turned the giant golden lock within the earth. Gone was the scared, little Ken, I was fully my higher self working with the spirits of angels, Indains, cowboys, the Virgin Mary, ETs an my new Nashville and old LA friends. I smiled at Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick who had somehow moved, without my directing them, into the triangular pattern you see in this diagram that came to me in a dream last fall.
Suddenly I saw my father having a Guiness in bar in heaven. He downed half a glass and with a pleased look of satisfaction said, “Enough.”
Then Dad smiles at me as he pushed away from the heavenly bar. I shouted this vision to the group and asked if anyone else was seeing visions or feeling something. A young man shouted, “I see a new golden leaf!”
“Yes!” I shouted back like an excited kid. “New growth for the Golden Age that dawns here today! I see the DNA beginning to shift!”
Sarah Wellborn’s amazing song of alien sounding stopped. She paused and said, “This next one is very playful. It’s for the elementals.” Her song for the elementals that followed was so playful and joyous that it kept me from getting to serious over my Dad’s Guinness appearance at the wheel. Not at the wheel but in a dream the next morning I would see these brown muddy fields we stood filled with grass of a green spring and thousands of white elementals dancing about Lee’s medicine wheel. The playful white creatures looked a like the elementals in SPIRITED AWAY, only not so weird.
The shift was on, as singer Shawn Gallaway had sung the night before at the Lee’s Conscious Music before a packed crowd of 300.
Later I’d tell my middle brother only the part of my vision of Dad pushing away after half a Guinness, who before the trip to Nashville had expressed complete disbelief in this DreamShield meditation’s ability to heal earth’s addiction. My brother, who been an even bigger cynic than me about this addiction meditation, was touched and said, “Yeah, Pops never left a drink half-finished beer in his life.”
It’s my deepest wish and desire that we accomplished the mission of freedom for the earth from all addiction. But for me and my family the vision of Dad in heaven satisfied with his half Guiness means more to me than all my visions since May in 2010 put together. Sorry, Virgin Mary and host of angels. I’m just being honest here while thanking you for all your blessings and help.
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“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
For the first part of the day I acted in my dual capacity as a filmmaker and holding space for the energy of Dreamshield that Lee was generating with the enthused crowd of 60 people while Bradley Quick, my guest with Lee’s for the trip, who hosts a radio designed to to help people overcome addiction called The Quick Fix, and who had given a brilliant speech to Lee’s recovery client he night before, acted in the humble capacity as crowd control with Dr. Sarah Larsen.
When singer and one of Nashville’s spiritual leader Lee McCormick of Spirit Recovery agreed to host a DreamShield on 2/12/11, inspired by my vision of a cure for earth’s addictions by 2012, to be unlocked in our DNA through meditation at his medicine wheel, I had no idea what an amazing day he would dream up around the occasion.
If anyone, cynical as myself at times included, needs proof DreamShield is divinely guided just an amazing human being like Lee showing up for the work is proof enough.
Then we were treated to tales of amazing spiritual adventures by Sarah Wellborn of Mt. Shasta, a spiritual guide who we’d met in December and who led our planetary mediation to heal the ozone layer on 12/21/11.
Last before the meditation was world famous UFO expert Renato Longato sharing rare footage of UFO’s that not shown in America’s media. Here’s just a taste of his amazing lecture.
Unfortunately Renato’s awesome presentation was new and ran long, 3 hours, and we lost the chance for our other Sarah, Dr. Sarah Larsen to speak at the Spirit Lodge. This had also strangely happened to Sarah at her own magnificent 10/10/10 event when Dr. Robert Casar, our host and LA 10/10/10 sponsor, went long in his talks. But as on 10/10/10 Sarah took things in stride. For her this day was about being at the medicine wheel to activate the DNA to cure earth of addiction and it would be there she would shine I was sure.
At last it was onto the medicine wheel for DreamShield’s planetary meditation to set the intent to heal the world of addiction. All the events Lee had planned built the crowd of about 60 into a powerful energetic state. But I still worried — still mourning the loss of my father, just 3 weeks ago, whose addiction to drink had plagued my childhood and which was blocking my ability to communicate with the spirit world or wherever this stuff comes from in or outside me — if I’d be able to honor the greatness of the day Lee had created at the medicine wheel.
Here’s the video my social media company BuzzBroz.com, the venture that got me into all this spirit stuff, is promoting for Lee on YouTube and which after seeing inspired my vision that inspired Lee’s big day, an amazing doorway to a better tomorrow that we were only half way through.
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