What the Heck Age is It Anyway? Thoughts on the Fracturing New Age Movement and Doreen Virtue

Wait a minute.  Isn’t this supposed to be the Age of Aquarius instead of the Eve of the Trumpocalypse? Where’s the freaking Golden Age we started hearing about in the 1960s?

As Ricky used to say to his redhead wife back in the 60s, “Lucy, wha’ happened?!”

Fear happened. The people behind the curtains really know fear and how to wield it to maintain the status quo. Or as what’s happening now, send humanity backwards.

Indeed, the 1/10th of 1% hit pay dirt with liberals and conservatives in America fearing each other like enemies with the election of Donald Trump. In one fell swoop the fear mongers, via real fake news, divided white families and friends from one another like we have not seen since the time of the Civil War. A war that killed 620,000 Americans.

The fractionalization of the New Age can also also be seen in Flat Earth Movement. Startling when I first heard of it a few months ago, the belief earth is flat further fractionalizes the small New Age community. Indeed, how can we solve global warming if we can’t first agree we all live on a globe?

I work in social media as my day job and I am not enjoying my work these days. The toxicity of flame wars fueled by Russian, liberal and conservative trolls, paid and unpaid, has poisoned the web with fear. So can you blame people for being fearful and freaked out when you read headlines like this one from VOX?

North Korea: the US should be “beaten to death like a rabid dog”

Now, North Korea has been making inflammatory remarks like this for decades. But what’s changed is their tiny mind controlled nation is making solid advances on missiles capable of reaching the US.

On top of this our collective fears are exacerbated by our impetuous new leader Donald Trump with his orange finger on the trigger and penchant for name calling on Twitter to attempt to distract from the Mueller investigation on Russian election interference. The effect of all this fear based insanity on America in general and New Age community in particular is, in a word,: depression. This is affecting conscious events with apathetic turnouts and the outright rejection of New Age values.

Prime example: witness the re-conversion to Christianity of Doreen Virtu. As a famed New Age channeler, tarot card designer and reader and author of 50 books, her rejection of her own work has broken the hearts of many of her New Age fans and students.

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Doreen Virtue Steps Back Into the Comfort of Her Christian Beliefs – Source Unknown

But don’t be too hard on Doreen. Like many losing heart that no real new age has in fact emerged from the aging New Age movement she’s fallen back to the comfort of her early faith. The comfort of being told what to believe is right and wrong from authority figures in crazy times can tempt any of us to retreat to the old ways.

Ah I hear many of you. What about cool New Age stuff like Burning Man? Sorry, burners. Burning Man has gotten into a rut too. Some Burners are in their 70s now and the event has grown more commercial and like a self parody. It’s time for Burning Man’s ideas of a cashless society of art and grace to leave the desert and make their way into the mainstream.

Wrapping up, my feeling is this: All the old ways are dying and that includes all faiths plus the New Age quilt of beliefs. So jumping ship now is pointless as we are awaiting something totally new that centers around an end to all polarity and fear. Hang in there.  The new era, pointless to name it until it fully emerges from the current chaos, is already growing up beneath our feet, as my love and visionary partner Elizabeth has seen.

Yes, it’s painful to watch the old dissolve and struggle to stay alive before our eyes; to lose stars like Doreen from the New Age field at such a scary time. But know in your heart the new is in fact coming. I was told on my way back from the Antarctica meditations by my ET spirit guide that the shift would take 50 years to fully be entrenched. And we’re a long way 2062. Be patient.

For now focus your intention on the good you want to see in the new in your meditations. And start with your own world the world you want. Find love and live life to fullest and freest. Never give into fear and keep moving forward!

See our 24 Quantum Intentional Meditations visualizing a better tomorrow here.

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Ken Sheetz and Elizabeth England on the Nile in 2016

 

APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL! – PRT 3

Mashup by Ken Sheetz from Nasa PhotosWhen 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.

cropped-is-the-meditation-done-yet.jpg 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.

11987212_10153195773617029_7282384572388521974_nIf 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.

APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL! – PRT 2

Going to be interesting to see how well I do in my Pilates class today after back to back nights of lucid dream meditation for my birthday.

Angels Planetary Soft FINALRead APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL – PRT 1 for the background on my lucid dreaming super powered meditation technique I’ve honed over the past 5 years as a hobby to save the world from our own negative intentions, fed by a sick mass media that sucks on our fear like an electronic vampire.

And this time a prediction from a Doomsayers led by Rev. Efraid Rodriguez that up to a series of 28 asteroids will pulverize the earth, starting on my birthday and lasting a week, has my spirit dander up.

No the world will not end on my birthday. This time my planetary meditations are personal.

ASTEROIDS  22 -20 – 11 PM to 12 AM

It’s the evening of my birthday, 9/21/15. I spent the day in solitude, having called a friend too late to have dinner with me. I blogged 12 hours straight about my work to wipe out the Rodriguez asteroids before they could wipe us out.

Last night’s meditations took out 6 asteroids. Leaving 22 to go. I begin the meditation, connecting my chakaras to the stars and earth core energy and take on the powers of my childhood hero, Superman. I bound for the stars from my bedside, willing myself to reach the 22 asteroids, rocketing their way to earth.

Soon I am face to face with mammoth asteroid 22. I keep a respectful distance. These asteroids, which are astral plane manifestations of humanity’s own fear and negativity, are becoming more and more difficult as the negativity becomes more focused when the number of asteroids reduces.

I am stunned asteroid 22 looks so gray and perfectly smooth. Just as I notice the formation a large elliptical indentation on its face, a death ray lashes out at me. Without conscious thought, I raise a force field. The death ray deflects into space harmlessly in spectacular shower of sparks.  I change my force field’s shape to a mirror image asteroid 22’s ellipse and hurtle the death ray back at the asteroid.

KABOOM!  Asteroid 22 explodes into harmless rubble that will burn up safely in earth’s atmosphere. I check with my microscopic vision to make sure this was not a clever with to send a plague to earth on the dust.  All clear.

As I turn to face asteroid 21, rock jaws swallow me whole. I am in the belly of the asteroid 21. Engulfed in negative energy. I begin to see images of my father beating me on my 13th birthday.  I feel the pain in my chest of how my abusive dad used to lay on top on me as little kid; until I would nearly pass out my lungs were so crushed.  I shake it off.  I am an adult now.  Dad’s been dead 4 years. His spirit and mine have come to peace. These are old negative memories this asteroid is using to imprison me until it can strike the earth. I shake it off, my rough past no longer exists.

Luckily, I remember, in this super state, I don’t need to breathe. I can hold my breath effortless for hours on what’s in my lungs. I calm and decide I have so much air to spare I will use it to destroy the asteroid from within. I exhale a mighty breath. Here, in the vacuum of space, Asteroid 21 trembles as it’s center fills with my expanding super air. Cracks emerge across asteroid 20’s ragged surface. BOOM!  Asteroid 21 is dust. I scan the dust cloud for plague, taking no chances

I no sooner do I finish my scan of asteroid 21 than I am engulfed in asteroid 20. It’s made of sickly looking goo! I am lucky my force field acts automatically and forms into a tight protective sphere about me. I scan the goo with my microscopic vision and find all manner plague surrounds me. I realize my fear of the asteroids plague has manifested this monstrosity! If even one drop of this gooey asteroid reaches earth it’s all over.

My force field grows ever tighter about me, restricting my arms. I try to fly out of here but the gooey plague filled asteroid just moves with me. Then I have an idea.  I am invulnerable to fire.  If if keep flying I can pilot asteroid 20 into sun from within! The asteroid desperately crushes my force field tighter as I hurtle for the sun, asteroid 19 and all. The human part of my mind looks in fear as the sun, 109 times larger than earth, looms. Will super me be able to survive 10,000 degrees of the sun’s super heat? Is this like the Matrix I wonder, where if you die in lucid dream you die in real life? Will I die alone on my birthday in my bed back in Sedona of a stroke? Am I wearing clean underwear?

Then I catch myself. The plague the gooey germ soaked asteroid 20 also carries the germ of despair destroying our world. I increase my flight to 5 times the speed of light and dive into the center of sun. The sound of lethal plague burning up sends out shrieks that would put any horror film to shame. I cover my ears it’s so stressful to hear those banshee screams. But soon the plague filled asteroid 20 burns away and I hear the voice of Gaia,”Father sun loves you champion of earth. Rest awhile, Ken, bask and tan in Sol’s power. Recharge yourself, spirit warrior and carry the dream of solar-powered sustainable world back home to your people!”

Gaia’s beautiful voice and the glare of the inner sun fades. I am back in Sedona. Mortal again. I look at nightstand clock that reads 12 AM.  Only an hour has passed. My birthday is over.

I set an intention before drifting off to normal sleep, if there ever has been such a thing for me.  “Find me a way to defeat all 19 remaining asteroids all at one time before morning, please.”

To be continued….

APOCALPYSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL! – PRT 1

I am 63 today, 9/21/15.  Happy birthday to me, on a day that should not exist according to many doomsayers. Heck, shouldn’t we all be far, far away on the 1997 Hailbopp express by now?

2012-TT5-592987Today, my 63rd, according self-proclaimed prophet Rev Efraid Rodriguez, is the day the first of 6 asteroids are set to vaporize our world over a period of a week. The number blooms to 28 asteroids in some crazy prognostications.

Almost like the blossoming stats I heard as a kid, when the Cuban Missile Crisis had pundits trying to top each other with scaring the hell out of us all with stories on how many times over the US and the USSR had to destroy the earth with our insane nuclear arsenals.  Great for my formative years while teachers taught us to “duck and cover” under our desks if an A bomb hit before lunch break.

After the higher consciousness light bulb went off for me – with an epic vision of saving the earth in a yoga hall in Italy about the help of ETS aided by a super powered me  5 years ago –  I took up saving the earth from the jerks who spread fear as a hobby.  That passion hobby to simply say on YouTube, FB and Twitter, “Hey, forget these doomsayers, everything is going to be AOK.  Even better than AOK,” would take me all the to the shores Antarctica for 2012.

I’ll never forget when I came back from my 24 Antarctica meditations someone close to me, no longer so, asked, “What’s next?”

I sat there on the phone stunned for a moment and lost my cool saying, “What the hell? Raising $20K on Indiegogo to go save the earth wasn’t enough for you?  I’m done, Bozo. Back to my normal life.”

But life has never really gone back to normal since visiting the most energetically pristine place on earth, Antarctica. My higher self, a being I see as Ohom, is still with me, along with many new spirit guides.  And, like my mission before all the way south when Ohom told me, “Few if any will believe your reversing negative visualizations propagated in the media are of any effect.”  But I don’t care.  I love saving the world. So here I am, still saving the world. It’s a nice world.  It’s my home. And I love to help people visualize earth going on until we seed the stars, safe forever from extinction.

But lucid dream work is hard.  You don’t rest like normal.  So last night I thought hard about passing up the hard meditation work of deflecting not 28 asteroids from hitting earth. That’s one meditation per asteroid.  More than the 24, one for each time-zone, that I did in Antarctica while I wasn’t running a multi-million dollar Indiegogo campaign as my day job while still working to crack Hollywood.

Then, right in the middle of my listening to Jonathan Goldman sound healing music, Ohom’s voice came through loud and clear, “Ken, I know the trauma of your nearly being beaten to death on your 13th birthday by your father.  It troubles you each year.  Depresses you. Well, after this series of 28 asteroid meditations, you’ll think of saving earth, not the lash of you father’s bloodied belt each birthday from now on.”

“Yes, that’s worth it, Ohom. Thank you for this mission!” I say out loud, as I am home alone. I cry tears of relief and shout, “Watch out asteroids! This looks like a job for Super Sheetz!”

Ken 2 at Dreamshield

9/20-9/21’s ALL-NIGHTER LUCID DREAM-FEST TO SAVE EARTH FROM ASTEROIDS

LUCID DREAM 1 

I take some deep breaths and set the intention to dream away the negativity and fear of the Rev Efraid Rodriguez predictions and even the expanded horror of 28 asteroids.  Truly a mission worthy of super powers that I’ve developed since 2010 to save our world in meditation.  Is real?  Well, you’re here aren’t you?  Reading this blog.  Whose to say? It’s both real and unreal at the same time.  Holding that paradoxical thought is what keeps you grounded with your head in the stars.

Soon I am asleep and ready for action. I hitch a ride on Ohom’s inter-dimensional ship THE NEKTAR, named after his Insectoid evolved home world.  It’s a short trip back in time and space. I am on the gorgeous Nektarian command deck, drinking a delicious golden beverage. I cannot describe the taste it’s so delicious.  A natural high ensues.  We reach the menacing 28 Rodriguez asteroids. Ohom nods and an Insectoid crewman hits a switch. The ship shudders a little.

“Done, Ken. Two down and only 26 asteroids to go.” says Ohom.

“That little jolt from the ship made earth safe from two of those huge asteroids?” I say puzzled.

The crew all laugh at my blissful ignorance and Ohom motions them to respectful silence. The seven foot tall blue Insectoid leader Ohom  says kindly to me, “We’ve traveled back 5 million years in time.  So that little nudge from our ship’s propulsion system is enough to make these first two asteroids miss your solar system completely 5 million years from now on 9/21/ 2015.  Happy Birthday, Ken.”

“Awesome, buzz bro.  Let’s kick the ass out of the other 26 asteroids while we drink this nectar of the gods!” I smile, downing a sparkling mug.

“Um. The other 26 will be a little trickier. You see, Ken, there are negative forces on your world holding the other 26 in place. The dark forces saw we alerted time, and took care of these two and cried fowl. So it’s going to be up to you, in your human form, and other meditators like you on your world, to rid the skies of the rest of the remaining 26 asteroids yourselves,” Ohom offers sheepishly.

“Free-will regulations suck. Why do we all have to keep on saving the world over and over again from these “nabobs of negativity?  To quote Spiro T. Agnew.” I grouse.

“Who is this Spiro T, one of your great philosophers?” says Ohom excitedly.

“Agnew was vice president to Richard Nixon in the 1970s.  Kind of a jerk actually,” I say, pleased Ohom is not all-knowing.

Reading my mind, the crew applauds my getting one up on Ohom and I find myself back in bed in Sedona.  Only 45 minutes have passed on my nightstand clock. I roll my eyes and mutter to myself, “26 more asteroids to go. It’s gonna be a loooong night!”

And so it is.

LUCID DREAM 2 – 1 AM to 2 AM

It’s time for my Superman visualization. His super powers, combined with new ones I dream up give me even more powers than Supes in mediation and they are badly needed.  Superman serves as an inspirational base for my expansion of his super powers.  I adapted my now perfected super hero meditation from Connie Miller of Soul Drama, back in 2010.  It works on the principle that all of us, Connie teaches, can call on the abilities of our favorite childhood heroes to solve problems in our lives.  I just took it to a planetary scale of Reiki.

My childhood favorite hands down is Superman. At one point I had a collection of hundreds of first edition Superman comics. That is until my mom burned them all, worried her sixteen year old boy was living in a world of fantasy. Ah.  Little did Mom know I was learning the heroics that in meditation would help me visualize saving billions of lives.

I transform into Super Sheetz form and take off like a bullet, passing right through the roof pf my sweet little Sedona rental home.  Up, up and away I soar into the Sedona night sky.  Soon the lights of the little town nestled in the red rocks, rocks of iron and crystal that help amp up my meditation powers, are left behind. I will myself to the Rev Efraid Rodriguez cluster of asteroids, hurtling for our blue world.

I note from the spacing of the Rev Efraid (has to be spoof right? E-fraid) asteroids, using my super senses, that Ohom and his team have bought earth another day, five million years ago with their nudge of asteroids 1 &2, which are gone. I will have a Happy Birthday tomorrow, even if I just return to ordinary sleep. But I feel driven, Virgo perfectionist that I am, to get on top of this stream of 26 remaining asteroids.  I decide another to knock out 5 asteroids tonight.  That is if I can last that long. Lucid dreams of this magnitude are exhausting.

Back in my sleeping body in Sedona, my hand presses against the rough surface of my stucco bedroom wall. I can’t even imagine being in a relationship right now.  What woman could ever put up with the super sleeper I am? I do so many world saving mission, knitting the San Andreas fault together, fighting Chemtrails, that a full night of normal non-lucid, sleep is a distant memory.  Maybe that’s why I’ve been called to this work so late in life, while I am alone. I was married 18 years and slept solid, well, that is except for occasional nightmares about my twisted childhood that would send be bolting up in bed and scaring my ex-wife half to death.  Yeah.  My poor ex.

In my lucid asteroid dream, I reach asteroid 26, working my way down in order.  I wonder, “Where’s a safe place to get rid of this asteroid so that it never returns?” The sun glints among the stars as if making the invite to accept this asteroid that’s about the size of a football stadium.

Momentum is hard at first, but soon I have asteroid 26 on a sun trajectory and traveling at sufficient velocity to get there and then some.  With a super shove I send asteroid 26 off.  I watch with my telescopic vision as asteroid 26 nears the speed of light. In a heartbeat, the  asteroid that would have wiped out China vanishes into the blaze of the sun.  A small sunspot appears in place of its fiery crash.

25 asteroids to go.  Still a helluva lot.  Excited, I lose my lucid dream connection.  I look at my nightstand clock. 2AM.  Only another hour has passed. “Need to pick up the pace if I am gonna get this done by September 28th.”

LUCID DREAM 3 – 2 AM to 4 AM

No brag, just fact. After years of training, that I began as child to ward off bad dreams, I am a master lucid dreamer.  So I resume the asteroid dream right where I left off. I decide on new strategy. I am going to smash this asteroids into dust and small chunks that will harmlessly burn up on entry to earth’s atmosphere. Fists forward, flying super speed, my heat vision blasting, I make short work of the huge asteroid.

24 asteroids to go.

“See, Ohom?  This is going to be easy!” I say accelerating for asteroid 23, like speeding bullet.  It’s about the size of Chicago, and heading that way to wipe out most of America, I super-sense. I hit the asteroid near the speed of light, but instead of pulverizing asteroid 24 I bounce off it like a bullet hitting steel.  I am flung unconscious though space and crash into Mars, out cold deep inside a new crater. Dazed, I shake the cobwebs from my head and leaps from Mars, returning to battle the dwindling Rev Efraid Rodriguez asteroid cluster train.

I focus my x-ray vision on Asteroid 24 and see it is laced with ugly blood-red veining.  It’s having an effect on me like Kryptonite does on Superman.  I get too close and I quickly lose my superpowers, even my ability to live without air in space. I desperately space swim to safety out of range. I realize I’ll need to use some smarts to destroy the massive asteroid 24.

Next thing I know I am in Paris, sipping wine at a bistro.  A beautiful young Parisian woman seated across from me, dazzling in afternoon sun, explains how to make a french braid from her long brunette hair.

“Huh? How is a hair design an answer to destroying asteroid 24?” I ask in my mind to Ohom.  But there is no answer from my higher ET self, so I keep on watching the beauty weave her hair, having faith in my visions. Then it hits me. “She’s showing me how to make rope!” I leap off into the sweet Paris sky and dive into the steamy jungles of the Amazon. I rapidly snap huge vines from giant trees. Using telekinesis, I weave the massive vines into a French braid-like super rope. Told you I have more powers than Superman.

Dreams are like movies. I cut to myself as Super Sheetz swirling a lasso as big as the diameter of Chicago at asteroid 24, from a safe distance where I am immune to the power robbing red veins of this nasty negative asteroid. My space cowboy self ropes asteroid 24.  Now, a super human discus thrower, I swing asteroid 24 in giant arcs of accelerating speed.  I take aim and release the discus asteroid at the waiting sun.  And tricky asteroid 24 is toast.

ASTEROID 23

Still in lucid dream, I cautiously fly toward asteroid 23.  Instantly, I begin to worry the asteroid difficulty level may escalate beyond my ability to save earth. Then I stop myself realizing that although this asteroid is smaller than the others, about the size of a US battleship,  it possesses a negative super power is purely fear based. Lucky for earth, I’ve learned dark energy like this can’t stand against positive energy.  I say, hoping the dark powers behind asteroid 23 can hear my lack of fear,” Piece of cake.  No blood veins here. Hope you are wearing sunblock, asteroid 23.”

I push and push until the veins bugle all over my super body, but no dice. I can’t move asteroid 23 an inch.  My super-senses tell me asteroid 23 is steadily raging it way for Paris to will wipe out the beauty, who I know was Gaia in human form showing me the answer to asteroid 23. My mind drifts to negativity again,”What would earth be without the soul of Gaia?  Lifeless in no time.” No matter how hard I strain myself, fear grows if I am up to this mission.

I decide to go to my ace in the hole, the NEO Neurophone that makes you smarter and more serene.  My day job in my day life is promoting the NEO. A real planetary saving device, NEO reverses decades of dumbing down.  I hate to sound like this is a plug, but the NEO, short for Neural Efficiency Optimizer is the real deal in real life. NEO has proven a great tool to increase my lucid dreaming and mediation.  My dream self puts on the NEO in space, as I hover before fear based face asteroid 23, that I now see is shaped like a giant skull.

I feel the sweet sensation I’ve come to adore of NEO’s ultrasonic bliss, I tap into universal knowledge, flow through my already super powered brain. Soon a new super power opens through my eyes. I can see magnetic energy beams from negative asteroid 23, honed on Paris like a homing beacon.  I observe how this asteroid is in fact powered by fears some Parisans have about the doomsayers.

I ask my super powered brain, knowing I am solo and Ohom cannot assist me, “How do I reprogram this meteor to veer harmlessly away from earth?” In a flash of brilliance, a cool birthday gift as I was born exactly this time in the morning 63 years ago to the second, I have my answer: Dr. Emoto.  The recently passed doctor experimented with water by labeling bottles and taking microscopic photos of the changes the labels made to the structure of water.

structuresI amp my heat vision up to full power and carve the word LOVE into the side of asteroid 23.  I carve hunks of asteroid away from the death mask skull of the asteroid until it is a smiley face.  Asteroid 23 trembles as its ugly brown color turns to pure gold.

I carve my name proudly in the side of asteroid 23.  If these visions ever prove to have been real, on some Quantum level, I want my signature on this miracle of transformation; the power of love overcoming fear.

“Ken Sheetz Was Here on 9/21/2015 for his birthday!” I burn with my heat vision onto the shiny golden asteroid. A new consciousness awakens in asteroid 23.  I sense it no longer wishes to destroy Paris or the earth.  Using telepathy I tell asteroid 23, which listens to me like a big happy puppy, about the Asteroid Belt. “You’ll love the Asteroid Bely 23.  So many of your kind and you’ll be the Michael Jordan, who wore #23, a gem in the Asteroid belt.” I raise an arm and point the direction of the Asteroid Belt asteroid 23 changes courses and rockets off. Happy with its new life in its new golden heart!

Then I am back in my bed in Sedona.  The nightstand clock reads 4 AM.  I decide this is all I can do tonight.  Gotta get some regular dream sleep or I will not enjoy my birthday.  I am 63 but, honestly, I am getting younger and I’ve never had such a great time-saving the world before.

Enjoy my evening meditation video that led to all this lucid dreaming and know, folks, even if I do not have time to blog the rest of the 7 days and 22 asteroids left.  Super Sheetz is on it. Earth, and you, are safe.

Update: Part 2 is Live!