“Ego has a voracious appetite, the more you feed it, the hungrier it gets,” – Nathaniel Bronner Jr.
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
May 5, 2010. I lay on the yoga mat in Santa Maria Del Sole’ resort’s hall in Italy, emotionally raw and blissfully exhausted from five consecutive 12 hour work days, participating as both a student and as a filmmaker, covering social media for a group workshop called SoulDrama. I lay wondering what the hell I was doing here. After all, I’d not wanted to come to Italy for all the memories it brought back to me of the heartless fool I used to be 20 years ago.
I closed my eyes and flashed back to the last time I was in Italy in 1990. I was as a millionaire real estate developer. One who was building Oprah’s Harpo Studios and $162 million skyscraper at the same time. I came to Italy those 20 years ago to pick out marble from the same Carrera quarry that Michelangelo had selected stone for his David statue.
On the long flight from Chicago I read a book my wife gave me called THE HERO WITH THOUSAND FACES. By the time my plane touched down in Rome my faith in the Catholic church would never be the same.
I’d like to say I was open and awake to all faiths, but Campbell’s book had the opposite effect on me back in 1990. I instead chose to believe his marvelous book was proof that all religions were no more than myths.
Why this dark interpretation of Campbell’s great book? Simple. Ego. My fragile yet mammoth ego, a compensation for growing up in house filled with chaos and abuse, chose to believe that nothing higher than humanity, and therefore amazing me, existed in the universe.
Feeding my fat ego on a steady diet of fawning Italian marble vendors making a muli-million dollar sale, catered to with lavish hotels and the very best restaurants of the Italian Riviera, I decided when I returned to Chicago I would announce my plans for a divorce.
And why not? I knew now there was no hell for having a divorce. I was free and felt I deserved better for myself than my simple wife who had been my college sweetheart. The kids would get to visit me and they’d be better off than listening to all the fights that were a constant in my rage to be treated like a giant at home the way I was getting treated at work.
Why could my wife not see I was no longer the starving artist she married?! The nerve of this woman not seeing my greatness! Yeah, you’d have hated me then.
Little did I realize that I was on my way to losing everything. A humbling fall of epic proportions that would take me to the brink. But that’s another story. The one that got me to Italy again in spring of 2010 via The Cool Change Foundation, a charity run by Bradley Quick who I proudly donate social media for one day a week to help people battle back from addiction. Let’s save that great story for later.
As sad lessons of my heartless ego driven past flashed before my closed eyes in the yoga hall, I decided to change the channel in my head. I started to gripe to myself about 3 students who were always late to anything I had been filming all week. I somehow felt that having the group pf 20 complete might spiritually help me undo something I had done before I’d left LA. Namely, promoting a video that might spread mass hysteria about catastrophic events ET guru Sheldon Nidle felt were coming in November of 2010, only months away.
No sooner did the dark thought pass over my mind like a rain cloud than 3 angels appeared in the yoga hall. These were not ordinary angels. They were well over 7 feet tall. Blue ET angels who wore blue garbs that complimented their beautiful blue skin that glistened with dazzling crystals in sacred geometrical patterns.
As Gulia, the healer of Santa Maria Del Sole, who was conducting the group healing in the 300 year old stable turned yoga hall chanted over us, the blue angels took up position in the empty yoga mats.
One angel lay down on the empty mat to my right. As I tentatively touched its gown the angel smiled at me reassuringly.
Blue energy flowed from the angels that flowed through and around the joined group. The coarse yellow brick ceiling of the yoga hall transformed to pure solid gold. Gold that rippled and cracked with energy like a giant super conductor. The blue angel energy kept me calm as the floor turned to glass. I saw below us a multi-dimensional mirror image of the yoga hall that was not quite like our reality.
Before I could think about all that was happening, the ends of the yoga hall blasted off. Energy bands raced around the north and south poles, uniting after circling the globe here again in the yoga hall. Now the east and west ends of the yoga hall blasted east and west around the planet. Earth was surrounded by two bright and beautiful white energy bands. A giant cross I would eventually figure out.
Gulia’s chants ended. Chants I learned some months later that were ancient Hebrew and secret.
The vision of the angels slowly faded. The group stirred from the meditation. Healers healing themselves, the group of twenty were from all across the world, Brazil, Greece, Holland and the US. I felt honored to work and film with them all week. It was the spiritual education of lifetime in a single week, and now this epic vision.
As SoulDrama Italy drew to an end I spoke to others in the group about my vision of blue ET angels and the energy bands. No one had seen what I saw. Some had simply fallen asleep. An excited fellow student asked me what I thought the vision meant and I said, “Getting the word out about Gulia’s gifts via social media I guess.”
When I went to Connie Miller, founder of SoulDrama, to talk to her about my startling vision of angels sending energy bands across the earth, she was preoccupied with an upcoming class in Greece. A class that was falling apart along with the crumbling Greek economic disaster. I was on my own and full of fear that I was losing my mind.
The last night of the trip the Santa Maria Del Sole staff moved me to a neighboring resort for the night. Dazed and confused by the vision of blue angels protecting the earth I left the yoga resort without speaking to Gulia of my vision.
That night at the little alternate resort I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Hours passed in the quiet Italian countryside as I dreamed ordinary dreams when a loud echoing voice, like out of a badly made Bible movie, woke me from my slumber…
“What happened at Santa Maria Del Sole was far more than a mission of social media, Ken.” the disembodied voice echoed.
“Huh?” I mumbled into my pillow.
“The energy bands you saw circling the earth are holding the tectonic plates together. On 10.10.10 you must gather people together to strengthen the energy bands.”
“10.10.10? First visions and now voices?” I sobbed into my pillow, surprised I was crying like a kid.
I sat up in bed, heart pounding. Knowing I’d not get back to sleep, I paced about grounds of the quaint resort. A rooster crowed at the rising sun. I needed to talk to Gulia and try to get a handle on all the crazy stuff happening to me and so I called the resort. Thankfully they sent a car to bring me back for breakfast and a chat with the great healer of Santa Maria Del Sole.
I fully explained the vision and the audio message to Gulia and resort owner and Italian rock star Salvatore, who acted as interpreter between Gulia and me. As you can see, once the interview part of the video starts, Salvatore was a tad uncomfortable about the vision while Gulia was elated.
As I was getting in the car for the airport Gulia ran up and said in broken English, “Call when you get the after-visions!”
“After-visions?” I said in horror.
Gulia simply waved goodbye and shouted, “Ciao!” with a little smile as our car sped off.
And two nights later in my humble twin bed back in LA at The Cool Change Foundation the after vision came to me in a waking dream. The energy bands began to spin at such incredible speed they became a shield around the earth. What I would come to call the DreamShield, not realizing this was also a native American artifact like the more well know dream catcher.
That’s how all this got started. It really began in 1990 when I had to lose my old faith in order to gain a new one for 2012.
Did I really witness ET angels saving the world from Sheldon Nidle’s vision of destruction come November 2010 in Italy on May 5, 2010 or was it all my overactive imagination? Well, Earth is still here on this lovely April 9, 2011 as I write on a chilly Saturday by LA standards and humanity is racing onwards and upwards to a gentle 2012 aren’t we? That’s enough for me.
Hey, I can’t make the trip this year to Italy but it looks like but you still can. Tell Connie Ken Sheetz of DreamShield sent you and report back if you see any angels there like I did. Info on 2011’s April 30 to May 7th SoulDrama Italy here.
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