Birthday Visit

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.  – Carl Sagan

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

I’m not talking about my birthday visits yesterday.  A birthday filled with love, my best ever.  The day started with clearing cobwebs from the former horse stables, where I am staying at though the big 11/11/11 event,  as my daily chore, then a 20 miles bike ride to Laura de Leon’s, my partner in DreamShield, where I was greeted with a rendition of Happy birthday by Laura and her husband Bob, then quickly off to a session with Philippo Franchini to rehearse a song about transformation that Laura composed over 20 years ago that I filmed, then an amazing coffee where Laura did an amazing healing for my inner child, a birthday dinner with Bob an Laura at Miceli’s where Peter Pergelides sang a hilarious birthday rendition and fianlly watching one of my favortie spiritual films HOLY SMOKE on the amazing home theater at Bob and Laura’s.

No, not about my birthday visit but my father’s.  Dad passed of cancer on January 17th of this year, just before I left to meditate on closing the Bermuda Triangle.

A mysterious place many experts believe is a failed ancient alien experiment that caused the fall of Atlantis and all of our wars.  My father’s ghost was with aboard ship with me and cheered me on all through the three nights of meditations.  Stormy nights where I was blessed, Dad at my side, who had clad me in ethereal armor the former welder had made himself, to witness the angels battle the dark forces and triumph in closing the evil triangle for once and all.

There were many more visits from my father’s spirit all the way through March, one where he applied a blue angelic balm to my back to heal psychic wounds of a childhood trauma he put me through.  His apology and the balm worked wonders on healing my heart.

The last visit from my father’s ghost had been on May 5, 2011 when he appeared during a meditation. Dad gave me 12 horses and a golden chariot as a one year anniversary present of the day I saw the angels build an energetic shield around the planet while deep in meditation in a yoga hall that was a former horse stable in Italy.

This morning, a day before dad’s birthday, a new rescue dog, that Laura and Bob took in from a fellow light worker who needed a home for her pooch as she was to be traveling the world through 2012 and who they renamed Zoe because it was named Bella, same as their first rescue dog – this couple have amazing hearts – woke me a 6 AM to go outside.

Half asleep, I walked Zoe out into Bob and Laura’s backyard paradise where we’ve hosted many DreamShield events.  My father’s distinctive regular Joe voice came to me.

“Morning, son. Happy birthday.”

I smiled.  Glad to hear his voice again after all these months. “And you too, for tomorrow, Dad.  The Equinox falls on yours this year.”

“I know,” Dad’s voice echoed in my head.  “And there’s a big surprise coming.”

“In honor of your birthday?”

“Nah.  The Equinox, ” he chuckled in a way that used to annoy me like it was a put down. Something the former drill segeant did too often in life.  But joyously there was no pain in my heart from his teasing,  “Something big for the world happens tomorrow.”

“Can you be more specific, Dad?”

“Let it be a surprise,” he said.

“Come on.”

Never great with secrets Dad quickly hinted,”OK, it’s your birthday, so I will tell big stuff will happen in many places in the world and especially America.”

“Where?” I asked, realizing sounding like I was more a reporter than a son talking to his dead father so I added. “Please, Dad, give me another hint.”

“Look up.”

“First contact with ETs?!” I said out loud I was so excited.  Zoe looked over from where she was sniffing on the other side of the pool.

“Not allowed to say more, sonny boy.  Just tell people, ‘Don’t be afraid.'”

Just then I noticed Zoe had disappeared.  It shook me from my contact with Dad.  There are hungry coyotes in the hills here in Studio City and Zoe would make a tasty breakfast for the beasts who roamed these hills long before even the Native American did.

I began soflty calling for the little white dog, not wanting to wake my hosts.  After an sleepy search of the property I found the little dog had scratched on Laura’s door and was safely tucked away on Laura’s bed.  Laura was startled as I peered in the door.  It was only 6AM and so she asked to go back to sleep.  So I decided to share the message from my dad, who says he likes Laura, over breakfast with my hosts before I bike back to BushWillows and the converted horse stables I am living in through the 11/11/11 event Laura and I have named The Ascension Convention.

Morning, earth.  Look to the skies tomorrow and fear not.  If I guessed right from my Dad’s hints right we are to experience first contact on the Equinox tomorrow.  But if I guessed wrong and Dad was pranking me, something he loved to do endlessly in life, it was good to hear from my father anyway and bask in my best birthday ever.

After note.  I guessed wrong.  My dad was talking about the NASA satellite the size of a bus that fell to earth at 3AM PST the 24th of September, his birthday, off the Pacific coast of America.

Ken, Laura and Bob


Dreams of war, dreams of liars, dreams of dragon’s fire and things that bite – From “Enter Sandman” by Metalica

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Bill Sheetz 1928-2011

Before we start, the Bermuda Triangle Meditations were done at a time of dark emotional grief over the loss of my father.  I invite you to look upon my words as fictional therapy, fact on another plane of reality, or as both.

Night one of the meditations to heal the Bermuda Triangle got the ball rolling.  But next morning I could not get out of bed until noon.  Except for a 2 hour boat excursion to CoCoCay, a Disneylike version of a tropical island, I was knocked out cold.  I lay in bed realizing this was not me, even if my father’s funeral had been the day before the cruise, this behavior was still not me, I was paralyzed by the enchantment of sleep.

After we set sail for Nassau I walked the deck beneath stormy skies.  The Bermuda Triangle whispered sweet nothings in my ear about the comfort of oblivion on the waves.  I saw myself sitting on the ship’s rail and sliding into the Atlantic.  I shook off the dark fantasy, knowing I was in a life or death struggle and headed back to the safety of my windowless stateroom.

Tossing and turning back in bed again, I realized I’d slept 20 hours out of the the last 24.   As midnight of day two approached my father’s spirit came to me.

I told him to go away and leave me in peace.  But Dad was so eager to go to work it egged me on .  Finally I began to will my sleep-caked eyes to open, calling on help from the angels, the ascended masters, Buddha, Jesus, my dream team of Laura, Sarah, Lee, Mee, Bradley, Mica, Ramon, Matt, Marta, my brother, to join my departed father in helping me get on my feet for round two.  Time to do battle with a force that according to many ET experts was a failed ancient alien experiment gone wrong to create an artificial Merkabah meant to set earth apart from the universe and instead set us on a path of war and self-destruction.

At last I realized why I’d been unable to assemble a mediation team, normally a breeze: The Bermuda Triangle was a potentially lethal experience for someone without the ethereal armor my father had given me as he walked between life and death a few weeks ago before succumbing to cancer.

I struggled from my supernatural stupor to my feet and pulled on some clothes.  The ship swayed and I bumped into the wall of the tiny stateroom.  We were deep in heavy seas.  It had been raining since 2PM. Another excuse that almost kept me in my windowless room.  But I finished dressing and stumbled up the swaying hallway.

As I headed up the elevator for deck 12 I looked at the strange eagle pattern that’s grown in my hair in the mirrors.  A pattern I feel on good days is meant to remind me this is all not a fantasy, but on bad days like this one was makes me want to dye my hair and forget all this as silly nonsense.

Climbing the stairs to the aft meditation spot, loaded with alien looking radar and sonar gear, I saw the diabolical Bermuda Triangle from space.  Negative energy drew lightning from the sea, shooting upwards into the sky, a vision DreamShield’s Laura De León saw of battles as she worked remotely with me from LA.

The decks were slick from the heavy rains that had finally abated as I slogged up the stairs.  It was 11:30 AM 1.22.11, Saturday night, less than 48 hours from my father’s funeral.  I felt my father’s soul was just up ahead on deck, coaxing me on.

I knew if I was not careful this 2nd meditation would end with me blown off deck, never to be heard from again.

My Irish temper to beat this beast of a triangle reared up.  I grabbed the compass, touched my head to the glass.  I envisioned a golden circle circle surrounding the Bermuda Triangle.  Now, with the help of my father, the angels perched on deck chairs and feeding me energy, I willed the golden band to shrink.

No sooner had the OM left my lips than the angels did their magic.  Whoosh!  The mighty triangle of 1.5 million square miles compressed to a tiny pinpoint of light.

Night’s work complete, I staggered against the strong wind for the lower decks.  Comically a ship’s attendant was trying to set up a table for a GIN party who was getting blown around like a puppet in the winds.  I thought this about seeing if this party was actually going to come together but instead I went to bed. I fell back to sleep instantly and had a dream of Neptune battling a sea monster for his freedom.


I awoke, last morning of the trip, feeling much better.  On deck I smiled, pleased the seas were calm.  The sun worked its way through scattered clouds.  We were docked in Nassau.  I looked again for Nadia, but voicemail said she was already somewhere on the island by the time I was up and out.  I’d been to Parsadise Island with a lover 11 years ago and had seen the Atlantis resort. So I instead walked the streets of the city.

A native on a beat up bike selling peanuts seemed to be always near, even when I dodged him in shops.  Sensing he was up to no good, I headed back to the boat.

In the ship’s bar, the Packers were playing the Chicago Bears for the NFC title on TV. For my Wisconsin Dad’s sake I rooted for the Pack, even though I’m more of a Bears fan, having lived in Chicago for 25 years. I felt Dad’s joy once the Packers were on their way to the Superbowl.

This last night of the trip the stars were out and the winds were blissfully calm.  I placed my hands on the compass and there again was the tiny point of light of what used to be the Bermuda Triangle.  The deck was all mine again and I asked the angels.

“Do whatever you think is right to turn this negative energy off for all times and in all dimensions.”

A magnificent golden light explosion rippled across the planet and out into the universe.

“And so it is,” I said and closed the energies.

I had survived and thanks to the love of friends back home, the angels and my father’s spirit we’d beaten the dark energies of the Bermuda Triangle that have been plaguing humanity for eons.  I headed for the stern of the ship and the moon glistened over the sea.  I looked up and saw Orion’s belt, a star system I know I came from in a another life and smiled.  I listened to Katy Perry’s ET song and all was right with Neptune and the earth.

My bubble burst after we docked, low on cash from 60 days in global meditation and the unexpected funeral, even my cell phone was turned off.  Through sheer will and love I managed to make it back to LA with a short-term loan from a pal.

I was feeling blue to say the least, and not blue angel blue.  But no sooner did I arrive back in the City of Angels than Egypt’s people rebelled against their corrupt leaders.  Change so fast after the angels work!  Was it possible?  Where was it all this heading?

I close this blog my father’s motto for living an adventurous life that I read for his eulogy as it rings again in my head:

“Proceed without fear of peril!”

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“The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to Alaska. Now Santa Claus is missing.” – Actor Steven Wright 1955

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Bill Sheetz 1928-2011

Before we start, the Bermuda Triangle Meditations were done at a time of dark emotional grief over the loss of my father.  I invite you to look upon my words as fictional therapy, fact on another plane of reality, or as both.

On the many rescheduled plane rides to attend my father’s sudden funeral from LA to Milwaukee, and then Milwaukee to Miami I’d read a powerful book THE ANCIENT SECRET OF THE FLOWER OF LIFE by Drunvalo Melchizedek, loaned to me by Laura De Leon of

The book states :”The Bermuda Triangle… ( a failed ancient alien experiment is) a primary cause of much distortion in the world – the distortion between humans of war, marital problems, emotional disturbances, etc…. What they did in Atlantis was against all Galactic law… it will be solved, but not until 2012.”

Nadia Arevalo, who had so kindly invited me on the Global Information Network (GIN) trip as her guest, hosted a lovely dinner the first night aboard the ship and everyone  at our table was so kind about my Dad’s passing.   Here were wonderful people who wanted to meditate with DreamShield.  So easy.

So wrong.  Later Nadia and her friends and I could never coordinate getting together the entire trip.  Without cell phones, text and emails people have lost the ability to congregate.  We’d use messages on the cabin phones but never saw each other for the next three days.  And we weren’t the only friends aboard the gigantic ship, Majesty of the Seas, having this trouble.

So I ended up on my own for the Bermuda Triangle DreamShield, a daunting task.  I kept faith in the power of the angels. both earthly and celestial who have worked on solo missions with me for DreamShield in the past, would get the job done.  After all we had already had meditations to heal society from 9/11, oil addiction, earthquakes, asteroids, built a new universe, shifted the earth for solar flare protection and took back the city of angels from Hollywood and more.  Surely a little old triangle was no match for the angels’ planetary healing powers.  But the energy swirling in the sea felt like the cancer that had killed my father and this would turn out to be my most dangerous mediation so far.

I explored the 12 decks of the Royal Caribbean ship, Majesty of the Sea out of boredom and loneliness.  I was broken up about losing Dad.  I’d been brave for the family at the funeral that ended up coming just a day before this planned event and honored my father’s wishes for an Irish style of a party to celebrate his life.  But now I was doing the hard work of grieving his loss in this world.  I was glad to be alone with my sorrow now and thanked the angels for creating this privacy for me aboard the packed ship.

I kept traveling upwards through the giant vessel from deck 2, where I was bunked in a tiny internal cabin with no windows, as we steamed deeper and deeper into the triangle.

It was near midnight when I hit upper aft deck 12 and grinned at the site of all the cool and alien looking high tech communication gear.  Yeah.  As I approached the rail overlooking the Caribbean a man stood nearby, gazing peacefully at the moon reflecting off the waves that the mighty ship powered through.

“Beautiful  night.” He shouted over to me over the noise of the sea and radar gear.

“Be more so if we had some beautiful women with us, ” I answered gaining a chuckle from the stranger. I walked over and offered my hand.  “I’m Ken.”

“Bob,”he said shaking my hand.  Bob had a dreamy look of contentment on his face. “Enjoying the cruise so far?” He asked.

“Yeah, had a great dinner with Nadia Arevalo, who invited me and her pals.  Do you know her?”

“Don’t think so.  What level in GIN are you?”

“Guest.. I came to check it out and for some R&R and do some work for a project called DreamShield.”

“What’s DreamShield?” he asked.

“We do planetary healing meditation to help bring about a gentle 2012.”

“So the word’s not ending in 2012 like the Mayans predict?”

“The Mayans never said that. Hollywood gave them a bum rap.”

“Figures,” Bob laughed.

“But there will be an end to the world as it exists today when the new Golden Age that we are entering fully takes hold.”

“I like that,” Bob smiled.

A dark cloud  covered the moon.  Looking up I remarked still surprised by signs this mission gets,”Cool, that cloud is shaped just like an angel.”

“Perfect. Just like the angel that was on my Christmas tree I just took down.”

“This sort of this is my cue to do some work.  Care to join me in a meditation?”

Bob smiled and started to leave, “Enjoy yourself.  I am going to my cabin to pray.  Good luck.”

We shook hands and Bob was gone.  I was alone again, the entire deck to myself.  Little did I know it would be the last decent conversation I would have aboard this ship.  I felt embarrassed that Bob, who seemed so open, did not want to work with me.

I’d read that there are three ruined artificial Merkabahs that are a failed Atlantis experiment that caused humanity’s fall from Galactic civilization.  I picked a spot by the deck’s compass.  The compass face looked the diameter to the ancient flower of life pattern on the book covered the Laura had loaned me, the building block of all matter in this universe.  I placed Laura’s book upon the compass.  Sure enough the circle of life was a perfect fit.

Something instantly shifted.  I could sense the wild energy of the Bermuda Triangle rise up against me.  It was like a hum that rippled through my being, despite my father’s invisible ethereal armor.

The moon vanished behind dark rain clouds.  No sign of stars.  Just lonely blackness as a wind began to whip up.  I called in the angels for the work.  The deck was full of chairs and I sensed an angel occupying each one feeding their me blue light power through out stretched hands.  One of those angels was may father.

“Thanks for this cool armor you gave me, Dad.” I shouted to him. I felt my new armor glow red as it fully powered up.

“You’re gonna need it, son.  This is some nasty shit.”

Using blue light power fed to me through the celestials, I willed the main front satellite ball, about 10 feet in diameter, rocketing of to the north-most point of the triangle where a Merkabah 1 (a 3 D tetrahedrom like the one picture here) was spinning out of control in Bermuda.  This I knew from the angels was worst of the three artificial alien Merkabahs.  The one that had sunk Atlantis.  We used this sophisticated piece of the satellite gear, placed here by the angels for this work when this ship was built years ago, and sent it into Merkabah 1 to draw off it’s wild energy.

The angels, dad and me sent two other hunk of ship’s gear rocketing back to the western tip of the triangle in Miami and ahead to Costa Rico  in the east.  These were smaller, less unstable so the smaller ship’s radar gear did nice work.

I realized that this work was so intense it it could not all be done in one night.  Deck 12, the angels told me, is where I’d be doing meditations each of the three nights.  Grateful that my father’s gift of ethereal armor had protected me for this meditation, I went straight to bed.

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“Proceed without fear of peril!” – A motto my father William Kenneth Sheetz lived by

DreamBlogger – Kenneth William Sheetz

After some tough work of rearranging my travel plans to attend my father’s the funeral in Wisconsin, I found myself walking the gangplank to go on a cruise in the Bahamas.  A cruise I could have canceled as a death in the family would have easily let me out of the penalty for cancellation.  So why was I here?

Let’s back-up to last week while my father walked in the twilight between life and death and paid me a visit.  Dad was a steel worker most of his working life and he made me an amazing suit of armor.  “DreamShield is about a gentle 2012, but gentle don’t mean weak, ” Dad instructed me. “Put this armor on. You need it for the work of 2012 and beyond.”

This was no ordinary suit of armor my father fashioned for me.  It’s silver and shines a powerful red energy from within .  As Dad put the armor on me it bonded like a second skin.  The helmet adjusted to cover the bridge of my nose.  “Wow, thanks, Dad!” I said, sounding like my kid-self on Christmas.  Dad smiled proudly and was gone.

When I arrived at Milwaukee’s Mitchell Field Airport at Midnight, two days before the funeral, my brother picked me up.  It was an icy  8 degrees and I was frozen, having adapted to LA’s warm winters.

After sleeping in late the next day, my brother drove me up to Dad’s amazing place he rebuilt from scratch in his 70s, where I was to help my stepmother prepare for the funeral.

On the way, my brother and I got some lunch (I wish I’d listened and had the burgers).  We talked about Dad who was bear one minute and a lamb the next.  But we got through all that because we knew Dad loved us.  Lunch done, my brother and me bought flowers for Dad’s funeral from he and me and our baby brother Bruce.  We covered our baby brother’s share because he’s Jehovah Witness and funerals are not in the playbook.

Arriving at the Sheetz home in Jefferson, Jackie, my lovely stepmother, 15 year dad’s junior, was very happy to see us.  My brother and Jackie had become a lot closer since my father’s losing battle with cancer but he excused himself quickly to pick up suit for the funeral, which he was buying the moment my father died.  Psychic runs in the family.

I walked about the house. unpacking my things for the funeral visit, and Jackie called to me, wondering if I’d like some coffee.  We got separated in the circular traffic pattern and she laughed, “This silly layout.  Your father and I did this all the time, losing each other in this big home” Tears welled in Jackie’s eyes.  She fell into my arms and wept, “I never thought your father would die.  I don’t know how I’ll go on without him.”

I took Jackie’s tear streaked face in my hands and looked her deep in the eyes and said, “You don’t need to go on without him, Jackie.  Dad not dead.  He’s just on another plane of reality.  Would you like to do a mediation with me and visit him?”

“Right now? We can do that?!”

I nodded and gently took her to the kitchen where we sat down by the picture windows.  We held hands while the lovely birds pecked seeds from the feeders.  I explained the power of the OM for dimensional travel. After three OMs Jackie and I were in Ireland, the magical land of my father’s family roots.  There sat Dad perched on a boulder overlooking the emerald countryside, not so emerald this time of year but still gorgeous.  Dad pointed to a flock of sheep and shushed us to speak softly.

“Well, I finally made it here.  Had to die to do it.” I spoke to Jackie on my dad’s behalf.

“Oh that’s him!” Said Jackie. “Always the kidder.”

“Jackie, I want you to do whatever you want with the property.  40 acres is a lot for one woman to care for.  Hard for me to help you from this side.  And one more thing.”

“Yes, Bill?” asked  Jackie softly.

“Give Kenny a kick in the pants for me.”

Jackie and I had a great laugh as we ended the meditation.  We opened our eyes and I could see Jackie was feeling much better.

The next day the funeral was lovely Irish celebration of my father’s life, just as he wanted it to be.  Over 100 people came to pay respects from all across Wisconsin and America.

Wiliam Kenneth Sheetz 1928-2011

Shortly before the funeral I hesitated about going on the cruise, but Dad visited me and we went on our first DreamShield mission together to raise a star ship hidden beneath the great pyramid at Giza in Egypt.  Dad has been blessed with upgrades to all his skills as welder and mechanic and he fixed that star ship for the work of DreamShield in no time flat.

“This flying saucer’s gonna come in mighty handy.” Dad proudly told me as we flew the ship to a new secret base for the work of a gentle 2012. “Go to the Bermuda Triangle on this cruise, son.  We got work to do.”

Funny, I’d not even know the cruise would take me in deep into the Bermuda Triangle — a failed ancient astronaut experiment according to experts that is responsible for wars and great strife upon our world — but Dad knew.  I was off to do a planetary healing that with my “Da” and I’d soon learn why he’d given me armor as protection against a storm of dark energy we’d battle together as father and son in the Bahamas.

And I know Dad will be with me as I journey to Nashville 2/12/11 for a critical DreamShield mission to cure the earth’s people of addiction.   Simply sign up at this link on Facebook and be part of the dawn of the Golden Age of humanity.  And it’s going to be fun! Lee McCormick is a great host and we have one of the top ET experts, Dr. Sarah Larsen and addiction guru Bradley Quick as speakers.  I’m going to try my first sweat lodge.  No photos, I promise.

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