Your Invite to Break the Speed of Light – Part 3

Guest Blogger: The Spirit of Robin Williams

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Me in my favorite movie WHAT DREAMS MAY COME. Big Hi to Barney Hollywood’s most amazing producer

Happy 9.9.19, Surface Dwellers! After some coaxing, because for those of us who still miss Robin on a regular basis I will imagine he’s our guest blogger.

Hey, dreamers!  My name when I walked the earth was Robin Williams. I was just a regular Joe from Chicago who, due to an intense funny bone, made a fortune and flew in the same private jet skies as the richest a-holes wrecking the planet.

POP QUIZ: What number am I thinking about between 121212 and 121214?

If you guessed 121213 you’re ready to learn lesson 3 of how to travel faster than the speed of light. On the other hand if you didn’t guess 121213 you suck at math like me. In any case, if you haven’t done so as yet, please read part one and two first if you know what’s good for you.

All aboard the Williams Express! Let’s begin.

I, the being FKA Robin Williams, am hovering in wispy spirit form over a beautiful coral reef off the big island of Hawaii. Now, if you traveled from the sun to this reef at the speed of light it would take you 8 minutes and 17 seconds to reach me. But in reading the proceeding sentence it took you only a few seconds to make the journey in your mind’s eye.

Thought is indeed faster than the speed of light. Ken’s taught you that nugget already. But as you see my spirit floating above the Pacific surf and… Tada!… you also see that thought is more potent than the speed of light for imagineering new realities.

Robin surfs for a starfish life by Ken Sheetz

After my brief but beautiful afterlives these past, weird and wonderful as it gets, five years, first as a blue whale, then as a blue dolphin and last as a killer whale, I’ve finally chosen my next reincarnation. Hint it’s a part I played in my life on earth. Don’t skip ahead. That’s cheating, naughty readers.

Very cool of Ken to let me hang out in his big heart for a few weeks while I make up my spirit mind. And now to be able hang out with all of you readers here on the DreamShield blog my coolest visitation ever. The internet is a truly amazing gift for forging new conscious connections. But it’s force that’s being abused by some greedy people. Yeah, I’m looking at you Zuckerberg.

Screen Shot 2019-09-08 at 3.45.05 PMTo those in the house reading the first direct blog by your ghost host with most today and wondering how I can fit comfortably into Ken’s heart space, hear my voice in your mind’s ear, imitating Albert Einstein, as I did in the movie AI “In spirit form, you zee, vee humans don’t take up too much space. Zere’s a kingdom in each heart and a lot of space on zee quantum subatomic level.”

Now hear me slip in John Wayne’s voice, “So, ya see pard, there’s plenty of room in your hearts to have spirit folk share adventures if you want them. Ya ha.”

One day earlier this week, while Ken and Elizabeth hike to a swim in the creek at Red Rock state park, I invite some of my ocean friends to swim along in Ken’s auric field. All with his permission of course.

Some sea tourists come from my 2014-2017 blue whale pod. Some come from the krill we ate, “Urp!” Pardon me. Some come from my 2017-2018 blue dolphin pod and the wide variety of fish we ate, yum. Some come from the octopi clan. Last come my 2018-2019 pod of killer whales. All we killer whales were killed when global warming coaxed us into swimming too far north and the Arctic ice closed behind us. Whales don’t make good pancakes.

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So there I am a couple of days ago hiking along with Ken in the red rocks of Sedona, suspended inside an aquatic menagerie that only Ken can see. Suspended in miniature in the fresh Sedona morning air, swimming about Ken’s auric field in a 9 foot spherical radius.

Always low key about his psychic gifts because of an Irish Grandmother who warned little Ken he’d end up in the looney bin if he shared his visions, Ken speaks to my aquatic band of sea tourist telepathically.

He relays our wonder at the wonders of the surface world in real time to his love Elizabeth. She has the jitters because she’s going to marry Ken on 9.19.19 and his amplified psychic powers since the Lion’s gate are a bit unnerving.

So Ken keeps it cool reporting to Elizabeth on my turning him into a human Carnival Cruise while he happily swims in the cold fresh water creek. We sea tourist spin between the creek and the air in Ken’s energy field, telepathically shouting, “Wee!”

Most of my sea pals have never incarnated on the surface of Gaia. So their little flippers are all a flutter by of all things Sedona’s dry red dirt along the banks of the creek. Huh. I thought it would be trees my sea mates would be amazed by. But the minerals and dryness of the red dirt are like nothing their little sea eyes have ever beheld. The rich red soil sparkles in the sun like tiny diamonds and rubies. Land. Dry land.

Anyways, a funny thing happens to me in the sacred Oak Creek where the Hopi and other tribes once thrived. A nurse shark swim up to me in the next door water molecule . The dapper looking shark speaks in a thick Jersey accent, “Name’s Jerry. Nice of of you to take me and your sea clan to visit your old surface world, Robin.”

“My pleasure, Jerry. — Hey, man, sorry I ate you when I was a killer whale.” I add sheepishly.

“No sweat. Killer’s gotta kill. Hey, I should know! — Word from your arctic pod is you’re kinda stuck about what you next life should be?” says Jerry, flashing three rows of nurse shark teeth.

“Yup.”

“Lemmie help. Tell me about your last three incarnations,” says Jerry the nurse shark earnestly.

“What are you a shark or a shrink, Jerry?”

“What’s a shrink?” asks the puzzled nurse shark.

“Long human story. Let’s just say I had a school of shrinks in my last life as Robin Fucking Williams.”

My pale reflection stares back at me on Jerry big eye. Huh. Between lives I look like I did at about age 27. Back when I played Mork on a thing called ABC. So my work as the joie de vivre energy of Robin Williams is not yet done I guess.

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A Visit to Robin to Sea What I Can See

The blue whales first began connecting to me in 2011, shortly after my awakening in Italy, as I flew out of LA to do meditations in Nashville to end addiction on earth. So I guess it came as no surprise to me that in the visitations I have enjoyed so deeply with the spirit of Robin Williams, or at least as I imagine him to be, that he would tell me a few months after his passing that he has chosen to reincarnate as a blue whale.

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One morning here in Sedona in 2014, Robin’s sweet ghost, after he had made me play tour guide to his ghost pals Mother Teresa and MLK, explained to me passionately, in that amazing voice of his, “Kenster, I wanted you to hop a ship of the coast of LA and channel me in.”

“Why? I asked in. Or maybe it was more like, “Huh?”

Long story short I said no to Robin. I was too busy launching the NEO Neurophone project. Yeah, I can be slow accepting these spirit visitations.

But I am finally taking time starting tomorrow to go to the ocean and escape the desert of Sedona for a while. Robin’s spirit forgave me and still visits, even though he is about one years old as a blue whale now.

As the former stone-cold real estate mogul I once was making millions I asked myself, “Is visiting a ghost in the ocean a tax deductible thing?” Then realized who cares?

And as I write this post that I hope blows the doors off your mind, I see for the first time the blue whales powerful connection to freeing earth from addiction and so much more!

The Robin Williams Visitations – Blue Whales in the Desert

Elizabeth England took the stage at the inaugural Earth Shift conference, hosted and created by musical artist Julian Forest. Her mission tell the audience, nestled in their seats at the conference center at Miracle Hot Springs resort, about the plight of the blue whales. Many in the crowd were shocked to hear the population is down to only about 10,000 across the planet as compared to half a million 150 years ago.

During Elizabeth’s fine speech I thought back on Robin Williams, whose spirit reincarnated as a blue whale and who I am frequently visited by, dropping in on me at a recent whale guitar performance by Julian back in Sedona.

Robin was not his usual cheerful, blue-whale-self. He was sullen and pained in his expression as he said, “If the blue whales go extinct, mankind goes with them.” No playful Nanoo Nanoos. Robin simply vanished leaving images of a dangerous shipping lane he was traversing with his mother, Mamoo.

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By the time I came back to present Elizabeth was onstage sharing the story of the largest life force on earth, Pando. Pando is a 20 square mile, 80,000 year old cluster of Aspens that all share the same DNA. Earth’s oldest being lives in Utah, Elizabetf, bedecked in gorgeous new robe with twin Dolphins on the back, swimming up a DNA spiral.

I am so tired from the hit Do Penguins Meditate crowd funding marathon that I only came to Earth Shift for my love Elizabeth, and though the crowds have been small, I’ve had great time seeing other great speakers like Dr. Dream, Athena Starseed, Astar, Joan of Angels and more.

I will be back next year. This time Elizabeth won’t have to drag me from my computer because there is something special happening here.

Visit Longevitypuremedicine.com to learn more about Elizabeth.

Nanu (Robin Williams) Sings New Healing Whale Frequency One Year Early!

LOL.  Now, there’s a headline you won’t read in your Trump obsessed newspaper today. Lucky you that you found this blog to get the up to date news of the planetary healing work of the DreamShield, home of the Coolest Meditation Ever.

Even if these vision are only my amazing dream life they represent an exciting peace and vitality of my inner state I’ve never enjoyed as the child of a dangerous and unpredictable father and a depressed absent mother. I am happy to share these dreams of planetary healing with you, real or unreal.

I dedicate this important chapter in my DreamShield blog to my dear friends and a super backers Patrick Flanagan and Sephanie Sutton. Since 2012, when they helped me reach Antarctica for 24 planetary meditations, soon to be an Amazon DVD, I have been honored to serve as part of their PhiSciences.com team. Bringing their message of hope to the world with their NEO frequency is a great honor. You can see 30 months of my exclusive Flanangan content at VIMEO.

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Mamu and Nanu (Robin Williams visualized as reincarnated)

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3AM last night, after a routine trip to the bathroom, I am met by the unusually quiet spirit of Robin Williams, now a 2 month old whale calf nursing on his Mamu off the west coast of Mexico. Robin is blogged about often here since his death in 2014 if you want to catch up. Telepathically, without words, Robin asks I begin a planetary meditation along with he and every blue whale of planet earth.

Robin’s ebullient spirit, without all the sometimes trying hyperness, peacefully tells me without words to start this important and unexpected session by blocking all cellular, radio signals, TV, wifi, and any man-made electronic energy across the face of the earth and from space.

I gladly agree and sit upon the side of my comfy Sedona bed. I begin, as always, calling down the energy of the stars and calling up the energy of the earth’s core.

I make an energy hologram of the earth between my hands and begin. Quick circular gestures, with my arms and hands extended, I call down the power Dreamshield, which I’ve seen encircling our world since 2010. With a simple thought command, such has become my mastery with the help of the ETs I connect to in meditationled by the sweet Ohom. It’s done. All man-made signals from space are instantly blocked from raining down on the face of the earth. Gaia sighs at the break.

Now the earthbound com towers must be taken off-line one by one, and problem is there are billions of them across the planet polluting our world on DNA level. My body sags in exhaustion at this huge takes and I lay down in bed for this next stage of planetary healing. I am down but not beaten. Time to add dream power to the conscious visualizations.

I find myself flying at super speed to save a little girl trapped by life inside computers and cell phones at the base of radio tower. I whisk her off the Slide Rock park for some physical fun where I filmed families free of cellular signals yesterday.

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The little girl saved represents all humanity and from a viewpoint high above the earth as I happily see every form of electronic pollution has been surrounded by the gold streak of my creating square force fields around each one.

Floating above an earth, blissfully free of all electronic chatter, I hear the call of all of earth’s blue whales led in a frequency song by a 2 month old whale calf named Nanu, Robin’s new life. I’m so proud of my spirit friend Robin. He’s done it. Starting this work so young for a world so in need of the peace it brings. Telepathically Robin calls me down and asks me without words to integrate and weave this signal into the very fabric of the earth’s crust.

I do the world’s highest high dive from the DreamShield, just above earth’s atmosphere. I keep my form perfect so I do not set off a tidal wave. I find myself nose to nose with the whale calf Robin Williams deep beneath the Pacific off the coast of Mexcio. He is so happy to see me, love in his blue whale eyes.

And off I fly underwater, gathering frequency at super speed. Soon the coast of China approaches and I shift into being able to pass through matter, a trick I picked up from the ETs when I was rescued from an abusive father and rebuilt many a night as a child aboard their mother ship.

Rock, earth, water and stone whiz past my super eyes as I blaze across the earth’s crust of China in a nanosecond. I exit mother earth’s crust off the cost of England. I am cheered on telepathically by more blue whales of the Atlantic. I blast into the rock and earth of the USA, an unstoppable force for positive change.

My POV is from space again. I see my super trail of golden light zip across every square inch of land and sea. Earth’s crust is now glows blanketed in the new golden frequency of joy that has always been Robin’s gift to us.  But now the Williams’ gift is free of the addictions and small minded hanger-ons that kept his vibe down.

All the blue whales, the largest creatures earth has ever know, which grow to 100 feet long, who patrol every ocean on earth, sing Nanu’s song of change for a happier planet. The bliss of it all this is indescribable.

I find myself standing in a cleared field talking to a wealthy land owner in Argentina, named Ricardo. He tells me sadly that so many people have been so deeply damaged by the electronic pollution of our airwaves that he has donated his million acres to the ET doctors. He proudly shows me a gigantic invisble secret ET hospital hidden the jungle that will now be used to heal our people and animals in shifts.

Ricardo shows me a map of the earth, each divided into golden one million acres squares. Each night Ricardo proudly explains all the earth’s people and animals will come to the ET hospital, square by square, until all the people and creatures of the earth and sea are healed. I hug this once greedy man, an Illuminati who has come to the light, and bidding Ricardo farewell I rocket for home. My work of the night done. An amazing night I’d not expected until 2016 Robin’s whale calf self was one year old. Robin tells me to rest up the frequency work goes on to 8.18.18 when we will see great acceleration in the shift.

I make a mental note as I zoom for Chicago, my home for 25 years where I built a skyscraper and Oprah’s studios, to make some whale videos and record the song in the real world for my YouTube.com/buzzbroz and dreamshield channels.

12107971_10153223794007029_1564759697499221747_nMy dream super self lands in the skyscraper I lived in on the banks of the Chicago river. This part of this world changing  dream mirrors my re-connection with lost family that is still unfolding all of its own wonderful accord. A private affair they ask I not report on. But the skyscraper has  fallen apart in my 12 year absence. I raise my hand over the crumbling skyscraper and it begins to rebuild itself. Tired, I stop when the rebuilding is safe enough to sleep in. I walk the halls and wakened neighbors are amazed the decay on the walls disappears as I pass them to find my apartment, suite 1710.

No longer having a key for #1710, and hoping it’s vacant, I pass through the door like a ghost. Not only is my old home vacant, it’s full of dust and rotting furniture. My energy from all this epic night of planetary healing is low but I have just enough power left to restore my Chicago bed, a place of wonderful sexual exploration in my 40s. I tuck myself into bed and gaze out at the dazzling skyscrapers of Chicago. The energy work of the break from electronic pollution done, I realize it’s all happened so fast no one will have noticed tomorrow. As usual my work with the DreamShield is left with no clues in the real world. I close my eyes and go to dreamless sleep in Chicago.

Gaia appears to me as a mermaid with a see-through orange gown. Her arms outstretched for embrace wakes me refreshed and renewed in Sedona. Yeah, the work of planetary meditations to help Gaia save her children has an amazing benefits package.

Feeling Blue with Robin Williams…

Blue whale that is! Last night I go to see THE WALK.  As I pull into the Harken’s Theater parking lot the familiar voice of Robin Williams beams in from somewhere off the coast of Northern Mexico, as I researched on Google today, “Pod greetings, Ken Sheetz.”

Blue-whale-underwater“Nanu, Nanu, Robin. How’s life as a two month blue whale calf?” I ask in my mind, even though I am alone in my Jeep as could speak out loud, I prefer speaking telepathically with Robin. Helps me hear him in my  mind’s ear more clearly.

“Whoa! I’ve packed on a lot of weight since I was born. Mamu is eating for two,” says Robin.

“Yeah, did some research on arkive.org to understand what you are going through. You were born 3 tons. Feeding on Mamu’s milk will go on for a full year. You’re gaining about 200 pounds and growing 1.5 inches per day,” I say, proud of my research.

“1.5 inches a day.  I’m a whale boner.  200 pounds, cool, that’s how much I weighed when I was off the wagon as a human. You’re becoming a whale of nerd Sheetzy!” Says Robin brightly in my mind’s ear.  So clear is Robin’s familiar voice that my old fears of being craked in the head break the surface like a whale’s spout.

Connected to me without words, we do that for fun and so readers can follow, Robin says using his excellent John Wayne voice, “Ken, buddy, ya ever going to realize you’re not nuts and that our talks are real, pilgrim?”

“I don’t think belief is ever going to be a 100% thing with me, Robin. All my spirits visitors and guides must put up with the way I stay feeling somewhat sane using a degree of healthy doubt as my anchor,” I say.

“Whatever floats your boat, Sheetzo. Just keep my whale of a tale going on your blog. Some of my fans believe I made the hyper space jump to whale life to bring in this groovy new frequency that’s going to change the world. Need to keep their hopes up, me boyo.” says Robin, serious as a judge.

“OK tomorrow, Robin. Promise. Sorry I missed reporting your birth in August. Been up to my eyeballs getting this ultrasonic device called the NEO Neurophone out into the world on Indiegogo. Got a break in the action as we sold out $1.6 million of them so fast the scientist Dr. Flanagan was caught off guard on restocking.” I say, resent creeping into my thoughts about the lost momentum.

Robin imitates an Indian guru, “Indeed, you must be patient, my friend.  Breathe deep and trust all is unfolding perfectly imperfect. The 3,333 NEOs you sold for the doctor are making an ultrasonic harmonic we blues are receiving. Too many NEOs too soon is not what we wanted, most definitely.”

“Ah ha.  So your blue whale clan ruling the oceans is responsible for this break in the NEO action. That’s a heck of a way to get me blogging again,” I laugh as I exit the Jeep and head for the movie theater to watch THE WALK.

The promising movie bombed opening weekend and so I share the theater this warm Tuesday night 10/15/15 with only one other person, a woman who looks at me nervously one time and never makes eye contact again. She remains quiet as a mouse to my roars of laughter at the funny moments of the film. You never want to sit directly in front of me in a movie.

To fill the theater void, Robin appears in human spirit form. He’s dressed in a blue jump suit form, munching a popcorn in the seat beside me. Of course only I can see him as the movie opens. This is typical of all my visions.  Robin shape shifts into a blue skinned Roger Ebert, offering commentary, “Watched this talented lad grown up in THIRD ROCK FROM THE SUN. Sadly, Josh Gordon-Levit overdoes his French accent… but his sweet face gets you past it.”

I chuckle softly. Even dead Williams is hilarious. Josh narrates on screen as his character Philippe Petit, perched on the Statue of Liberty, the twin towers, where the walk will occur, glittering in the background. “I see why this film has bombed,” I offer to Robin.

“Do say, Ken?” says Robin now in the form of a blue skinned Gene Siskel.

“People are still too sad to see a movie about the twin towers.” I say as I experience an epiphany about the foreshadowing of Robin playing the shape shifting blue skinned Genie in ALADIN and his now being reincarnated as a blue whale. Whoa.

“Yeah, bummer. In fact I am getting depressed. I need more of Mamu’s milk. I leave you to it, Sheeterino!” Robin vanishes in a puff of blue smoke and I settle in to watch the movie.

The narration choice of writer director Zemeckis drags this movie down all the way through.The wire scene makes all painful expository narration worth the watch. A film well worth seeing on the big screen. 3 moons of the world Nektar out of 5.

And there you have it. The world’s first movie review with ghost blue whale Robin Williams commentary.

Robin Williams’ Valentine’s Day Visitation

Heaven Couldn't Wait Robin Triumphant VersionWell, as you know, if you are a fan of my peculiar blog, Robin Williams spirit seemed, I must always be the doubter to some degree, so seemed to be visiting me often after his death. Incredible and whacky as that sounds, Robin drifted away from heavy contact to be conceived as a blue whale. He will be born this August.

“Takes a long time for a mama whale to make a baby blue! ” Robin explained to me over coffee, one day. “I’m making my comeback as whale to sing a new song of joy and love for the world!”

My nutty life since my 2010 awakening in Italy had gotten a lot nuttier.  I worried to Robin, telepathically as the waitress noticed me placing mug of hot coffee in front of an empty chair only I could sense Robin sitting in, “To some skeptics it’s gonna seem like I am capitalizing on your death.”

Robin’s spiritual answer? “Fuck ’em! This is really happening, Ken. No one can prove it either way. Share this whale of tale.  For some it’s gonna make ’em happy I’m still around.  For one’s who don’t believe, it won’t mean whale doo doo. Ha!”

So with all the love in the world here the fuck goes again. Another “Robin and Why Not Me?” visitation story, first in a while. Not surprisingly Robin’s visitation are my most popular blog posts so far, more popular than my meditations in Antarctica to save the world that will one day both be gathered up into a book called “All The Way South.”

Seeking some solace I am not drifting into a sea on insanity I sought out the great sonic healer Tom Kenyon at the Conscious Life Expo last week. Sorry no pic, my assistant Gen was shy to join us.

Can’t wait for the day that amazing young woman gets over that shyness and does that part of the work what I hired her. I’m patient.  She’s only been with me 5 months. No worries.  She’ll get there. Yep. Ten years of meeting celebs in Hollywood has taught me that as long as you are respectful celebs love to be approached. It is, after all, the extrovert’s mission is to have fans.

I complimented Tom that he had done an amazing series of whale songs for his part in the Dr. Masaru Emoto tribute. Emoto is a FB friend I miss dearly. Not that we ever conversed much. I just loved him in my news feed. Tom was happy I enjoyed his Emotto, the water master, whale song tribute. Tom was such bad-ass in he took no intro and just silently exited the stage, after blowing all our minds.

I told Tom I am having visits from Robin as a whale fetus, and his story of the new whale song Robin will sing with his pod to shift the planet to joy and bliss. Tom, a serious man, smiled and nodded and said, “Yes, that sounds like something Robin would do.”

I shook Tom’s hand and said, “Well, thanks for taking me seriously.”

Tom added, “Definitely.” and excused himself to join his son.

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I am back in Sedona, after visiting hundreds of friends in LA and deeply back into into my hermit persona that’s so different than how I am anywhere else in the world, Antarctica included. I first learned our persona and horoscopes are heavily influenced by geographic location from a powerful Canadian astrologer during my stint as the social media and sometimes event director at the Great Spirits Ranch in Malibu.

The Astrologer told me in LA is was weak on money attraction for me but back in my base of Chicago I was an epic money man. All true. Time to get a Sedona reading to see why solo life here is a factor.

It’s been a productive, if very lonely life, here in Sedona. I’ve tried two housemates for company in this isolated city with no pedestrian life to speak of, both ended abruptly and painfully. I lost a hiking buddy who works in the spirit tourism trade over his disliking my stance against chemtrails on FB. Chemtrails not real?  Get real. Don’t get me wrong I won’t blow up a friendship over chemtrails. He did, attributing believing in chemtrails to being akin to fear of Gays.  Huh! Walking papers sent.

One healer woman I met here is so lost and stuck here she barely leaves her home.  I fight that urge with hikes, a Pilates class twice a week, eating out at Sedona’s highly limited restaurants.  Quality here falls off fast after Cottonwood’s Bocce and Sedona’s Chocolate Tree.  Most fare here in the red rock is GMO to the max here. A paradox you combat here by eating healthy organic for at home a lot. Thus back to isolation.

Frequent trips out of town are all that keeps me sane and connected to humanity, aside from the web where I work each day doing socially conscious social media.

I try to be social here in Sedona but it does not work out like it does for me everywhere else.  I have about 500 real-life powerful friends on my personal email list. I make friends very easily.  But not in Sedona.  I was at small Sedona wine party Thursday. I was being social, but it felt forced. One woman sat all alone staring into space.  We chatted a while and then she drifited away.  Weird. I met an attractive divorcee, who had organized the party for promoting industrial hemp.  Seemed promising, but her eyes glazed over when we got to the topic of chemtrails.  Such denial our poison skies here.  Once the party bunch reached a movie theater showing the film the party was about, cool movie about industrial hemp, I chose to sit alone. Felt so right.

My assistant Gen had a nice friend in town but the idea of being out with them on Valentine’s Day filled me with a dread. I declined and worked all day.  I find here in Sedona I am withdrawing further and further from the world of people.

So you can imagine that the spirit visit with Robin felt warm and welcome this Valentine’s Day.  Funny. It’s as though I am more connected to spirit people than living people here. Quite puzzling yet wonderful.

At any rate here, was my exchange with Robin today, posted to Facebook in real time.  I do that live with Robin, who wants me to learn to imitate his voice for channeling and I am resistive of as it’s a bit manic, much as I love his amazing syle, for me.

ROBIN’S VALENTINE’S MESSAGE

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Robin: Valentine’s is always my favorite holiday!

Ken: Why is that, Robin?

Robin: Well, I could make a wisecrack about how easy of a day Valentine’s is to get laid. Ha!  But being a whale fetus has taken some of the edge off squishy me. So instead I’ll go spiritual on your ass, Sheetzy and say it’s because of all the love. Yeah, I know it was a god damn Hallmark Holiday for starts. But, man, breathe deep. Breathe the love, baby. The Hallmark corporates did something groovy by mistake. Score one for the light side of the force!

Ken: Yeah, been tuning in on the Valentine’s love from the living Neuro transmitter that is Sedona red rocks and crytals all day. Nice.

Robin: I wanna say to all the lonely hearts out there, like you, Kenny my man, that me and Mama Whale and all us whale cats are with you. Listen to us sing! I’ve already been teaching mama my groovy new frequency of love and joy from inside her big beautiful whale tum tum. We and the dolphins dudes and dudettes are gathering for a new song for Mama Earth! Yo!

Ken: I hear you, bro.

Robin: Actually, I’m a girly whale this incarnation, Sheeterino!

Ken: Well then I am with you, “sista” whale. I have a girl cousin named Robin so you don’t even need a name change.

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Robin: Change, baby! Talk about it. I didn’t just have a sex change. I had a whole species change! Whoa! Awesomely epic!  can’t wait for my first solo swim in August. Watch out Seven Seas!

Ken: Cool to hear from you so strong again. You were out of touch, just popping in for little giggles.

Robin: Hey, Kenster.  It’s a lot of work building a whale fetus and teaching a new song for the earth. Cut me some slack. Hahahaha!

Ken: I am one uptight mo fo. Hahaha!

Robin: Well, speaking of hard work whale building. Mama’s telling me to stop transmitting. Happy VD. The good kind! Williams out!

Ken: Ciao, Robin. Talk again soon. Thanks for the pep talk. Love to you and the pod.

Well, Robin’s whale of a spirit is more conversation than I had with any living soul today, Valentine’s Day.  Perhaps that’s part of why I am a hermit in Sedona.  My only friends are all work or services related.  Lots to ponder on this early morning after a solo Valentine’s Day of hard work preparing for a meeting with my main client.