This is the chilling story of an alternate Trump reality where, after catching the Covid-19 virus, Trump enters a fever dream that includes us all on an alternate timeline. A work in progress.
Normally, I’d not share a story with fans while it’s still in development. But then again — the past 14 months of Covid and the insanity we are witnessing from the GOP going all-in on reinstalling Trump as ostensibly our new King, four months post insurrection — has caused me to feel extremely mortal.
My work is a long way from being a movie, or even coherent at this point. But what fever dream is? Just for kicks, here’s a very preliminary trailer, made from a stock Apple template, to give you an early as fuck sneak peak at my vision of Trumpian reality, even more terrifying and darkly comedic than our own, occurring Meanwhile, one timeline away…
As bleak as things look in May of 2021, when I am writing this overview, where the Big Lie continues to fester like a wound that just won’t heal, it’s my fondest belief that one day we’ll all look back on this chapter of our collective misery and share some laughs, along with tears of relief, that we awoke to a better tomorrow.
I first began writing this, as I like to call it, Ultimate Cautionary Tale, as therapy before we knew Trump would lose the presidency. Today, I write to demonstrate why we must never let Trump back in power and why the GOP must be voted out of office all the way down to city dog catcher.
Before you get started, my handy disclaimer that TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM, where Trump’s harebrained insurrection succeeds, is of course a work of pure fiction about an alternate universe. It is in no way a true reflection of the kind and compassionate real-life Donald J Trump, and his charming GOP enablers or, for that matter, the supposed good guys in this dark comedic tale.
Use the TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM pull down menu top to the page to read all 11 chapters and counting. Subscribe to get updated audios I am adding to all chapters, when I can steal the time. Subscribing will also get you new chapters in the works. Chapter 12 coming soon as I can find the time.
Audio score done with Storyblock.com loops I’ve licensed for my worldwide use. Apologies in advance for the scratch track voice acting.
Love your feedback. None of this is set in stone at this stage. Please vote blue until the GOP either ousts Trump and returns to sanity or disappears all together. Enjoy.
In these menacing times it’s helpful to meditate on the big picture to regain some sense of objectivity. I needed a meditation to settle me down after a disturbing dip of my toe into the Monday night news about the cesspool that was the Nazi odal staged CPAC 2021. A strange, almost occult event, complete with a golden idol Trump and fueled by our ever more fascist GOP, filled with Trump wannabe liars.
I took some deep breaths to launch myself into meditation, closed my weary eyes and began to visualize the evolution of the human race, all the way from its early primitive cave people beginnings up to the troubling Q-soaked mind control times of today. A somber time where nearly half the US population is still enraged and enslaved by the dangerous BIG LIE that the Dems stole the election from Trump.
Some of us are trying to move on from the Trump era of arrogant incompetence and mean spirited thought, word and deed. I love Biden’s work 6 weeks into his presidency. But I am frustrated that so many of my fellow Yanks are clinging to the old ways of a GOP I believe is already dead. Living in the Trump BIG LIE reality unfortunately leaves many of my friends stuck in Q inspired racism, entwined in wilful spread of Covid, and knee-deep more karmic awfulness than George Orwell could imagine.
As a builder of skyscrapers and a maker of movies, I know firsthand that all things begin with imagining. Last night I yearned to imagine answers to the big picture behind the BIG LIE. And so I set my vivid imagination to workless work.
I began to visualize, as if from deep planetary orbit, our blue world spinning and spiraling through space time. The curve of humanity’s negative traits and positive traits presented themselves as a wild mesh of blue and red strands of energy. Thin blue and red lines streaked along the path of earth’s trajectory within this galaxy and our Milky Way galaxy in a glorious dance of the cosmos.
Now the visualization meditation took on a life of its own. Indeed, it was, as it often is for me, it seemed as though the universe was revealing something profound. Somehow this unfolding epiphany allowed me to let go of seeing the blue and red as good versus evil. Instead I witnessed the web of human lifetimes simply as primitive thinking versus evolved thinking. Borrowing from Biden recent neanderthal comments concerning Texas Governor Abbott’s dropping mandatory mash wearing as the pandemic still rages.
The lines of primitive thinking, represented in red by (Who else?) Trump, were energized by the people who love him, at the core, for his being a cunning yet not bright, racist. Lines of the blue higher consciousness reality swirled in space time among the stars as a lighter and hipper energy more in tune with my frequency of which I wish to be a part.
I watched the human wave of consciousness expand from its tiny prehistoric origins blossom into the vast bundles of blue and red lifeline threads of today’s harrowing reality. Then I saw that humankind stands at a great fork in reality. In the blue fork of reality, humankind ascends into a space faring race that populates the stars, emerging after eons as a species immortal through exploration of space and our own diversity. But in the other fork, the red dominated one, humankind does not even master this single world that we’ve been gifted by the universe. And sadly in a relatively short span of time from 2021 humanity’s beautiful time lines all end in our species’ extinction for a number of idiotic self-destructive reasons.
I observed all this sorrow without forgetting to remain relaxed and to keep breathing deeply. Then something wonderful, in a weird way, arose my vision. The shorter red Trumpian dominated timeline bent into a loop where alpha and omega met and humankind’s collective life force rode the entire rise and fall of humanity over and over. All of this beauty experienced each time as new personas.
And so the finite red timeline evolved from Trumpism had it’s own form of immortality, expressed as looped lifetimes. Now I visioned there were two primary ways for humanity to exist infinitely. Each valid for it’s own kind, those who cling to the past and those who look forward to the future.
I slowly opened my eyes, gradually coming back to this reality. The TV was playing Wonder Woman 1984. The fireplace filled our living room with warmth and orange light. My beautiful wife Elizabeth was sound asleep on the couch, snoring lightly. My rescue dog Lincoln was cozy-ed up to me in my easy chair. I continued not to judge either fork in the human wave of timelines that my mind saw as diverging as either right or wrong. I felt blessed that the universe provides infinite possibly via the quantum physics of the multi-universe.
A deep sense of gratitude and relaxation washed over me. And then I gave myself and perhaps the world a gift… I let go of the loop Trump universe and all it represents. You see, I prefer to go forward to the reality timeline where the human wave populates the stars. A bigger joy awaits us all there.
Congratulations. If you are an American reading this blog during the final days of the Trumptopia you’re one of the lucky people not to be among the 340,000 to 420,000, depending on who is counting, to sadly and needlessly be killed off by the Corona virus in 2020.
Add to the Trumptopia 2020 shit show the nearly 20 million Americans who were infected by the maskless, feckless, freedom fighters and extra congrats if you’ve not become a long hauler. Happily, not even the ever more seditious GOP can dampen the collective joy over the good news that the mother of all polls, The Gallup, shows Trump’s popularity is falling as Biden’s rises.
All of which inspires me to create a new chapter in my ongoing blog series that began in the spring of 2020 and which might become a novel once I can make the time.
TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM –CHAPTER 8 – TRUMPTOPIA
In chapter 7 we left the Donald Trump of an alternate timeline reality. One where he was not so lucky as our reality’s Trump, who quickly recovered from Covid. — All to our collective shock given his obesity and unhealthy diet. — The orange dictator wannabe lays secretly intubated in a makeshift hospital room that was once his White House bedroom. While across the hall, the First Lady has been accidentally shot by Steve Bannon.
Melania croaks her last words to Bannon, “Tell Donald I love heem.”
Trump’s fever dream madness dissolves. He blinks his orange raccoon eyes, coming to with a loud gasp in his good old White House bedroom. He mutters in disgust at all the moving boxes that surround his bed.
Trump yawns deeply and mumbles to himself, “Knew it. Knew it was all a bad dream when Melania said she loves me.” He turns on TV and is shocked to see Kayleigh McEnany is now a Fox News anchor.
“Morning, Fox viewers. The sad day we’ve all been dreading, January 20th 2021, is here. Despite the heroic efforts of the near unanimous vote of the GOP Congress and GOP Senators, led by GOP rival for McConnell’s throne, Ted Cruz , and a well contained Proud Boy riot on January 6th, one fortunately with no casualties, unless you count their broken hearts, the geriatric Joe Biden will be sworn in at noon today as the unlawful fake president of the not-so-United States of America. We are honored on this, my first day as the new Fox News morning anchor, to welcome the real President of the United States Donald Trump to the show… Uh, sir? Are you there, sir?”
“One sec! Forgot I was going to be on this morning.” shouts Trump as he throws on a robe that is patterned after a king’s gown. “Well, not really forgot. I am sharper than ever. Sharp as… what was I saying?”
The ON AIR sign lights up on the bedroom camera. Now Trump’s gigantic naked bone white ass is all that’s being broadcast live on FOX, which temporarily cuts to a still shot of a well coifed Trump kissing Giuliani.
Trump sweeps empty McDonald’s wrappers off his bed. His orange head a balding Boris Johnson mess, Trump jams on a Lincoln stovepipe top hat over his embarrassing hair and shouts. “Ready, Kayleigh!”
“Mr. President! Ah there you are. Looking very Abe Lincoln too. How, um… nice!” says Kayleigh painting on her famed fake smile.
“Hadn’t heard you were on FOX, Kayleigh,” says Trump coldly.
“Fox made me an offer I could not refuse, sir.”
“Fox is fake news now. I am the REAL president and this whole fake Biden/Harris inauguration thing today is a total sham. Right?” demands Trump.
“Of, of course, Mr. Real President. And I am going to be on site for your real inauguration later today.” offers Kayleigh brightly.
“I’ll never give up! I love my voters too much to ever quit. The rigged elections were stolen by the lower income working class people living in urban areas!” shouts Trump.
“Just call them Black voters, sir. Sorry, we’re trying to get the balance back into “fair and –”
“Hate to cut you short, Kayleigh, but I gotta thank all the suc, uh, brave donors who gave me over $300 million, post election day, to my Stop the Steal Campaign. A new funding record that will earn me a third Nobel. Donations still welcome at this link!” Trump lifts a poster board with his website emblazoned across it in front of his face, accidentally knocking off his stovepipe hat. His hair a beautician’s nightmare, Trump dives from sight and pops back up with the Abe hat turned sideways.
Kayleigh coughs nervously and tries to change the subject,”Um, Tell us about your real inauguration today. Why the choice of Four Season Total Landscaping for the location of your second term swearing in?”
Trump crosses his plump arms in a pout and grouses, “Did I teach you nothing, Kayleigh, while you served under me?”
“You tell me why I selected Four Seasons Total Landscaping, Kayleigh.” says Trump tapping his chubby bare foot. “Hello! I’m waiting.”
“Um, you’re doubling down, sir? On Rudy’s presser he held between the dildo store and the crematorium?”
“Bingo! Haha! I own the libs again!” says Trump doing his YMCA dance, which minus the music is even weirder looking.
“Ooh the libtards hate you, sir!” giggles Kayleigh.
“Hey, Kayleigh, would you like your first Fox exclusive?”
“Of course, Mr. Real President.”
“The master of deal is back, Kayster! I’ve made an exclusive arrangement with Four Seasons Total Landscaping, to be the future northern White House, ” says Trump with a cocky grin.
“Um. Speechless, sir.”
“They’re putting me in the fertilizer department.” beams Trump.
“Um, uh, excellent choice to once again own the libtards. I’m curious of one thing though, Mr. President –“
“That’s Mr. Real President, ” says Trump angrily readjusting his stovepipe hat to his best crack a normal.
“I’m curious, Mr. Real President, why such a small venue? I mean the landscaper’s back alley could not possibly hold more than 100 or so of your loyal followers.”
“Duh. Simple, Kayleigh. Covid!” shouts Trump as if being louder will make his idea more understandable.
“Covid?” asks a panicky looking Kayleigh.
“I alone can save the American people from the virus. So I want my real inauguration to be intimate. You know, less people… to fight the China plague! A plague that Joe Biden’s son Hunter has brought upon our people with his illegal emails to the Ukraine.”
Not liking where this is heading Kayleigh gingerly asks,”Sir, are you still considering re-labeling this tragic killer of innocents and old people to be the Biden Virus?”
“Damn leakers. I was gonna reveal that in my inauguration speech today! Who told you about the Biden Virus?” demands Trump, with a pop on on his top hat for emphasis.
“You did, sir. Um, before I quit,” says Kayleigh with an apologetic smile.
“Right. I knew that. Knew that like Person, Man, Woman Camera, something, something. As you know, I am starting my own network. Trump TV! And it would have been the far,very far better choice for you, Kayleigh. Fox has gone too god damn liberal. Al the truthing! Disgusting!”
“The truth can really suck. I know. It”s just…”
“Just what, Kayleigh?”
“Ivanka. She’s jealous of any time I spend with you, sir.”
“Yeah, my babe, uh, baby can get catty. Can’t get enough of her Daddy dear,” says Trump distracted by a house fly.
“So I figured I able to converse with you more freely, Mr. Real President, at a network Ivanka was not, um, running.” says Kayleigh, finishing with a flirtatious smile.
Trump dives missing the fly and falls to the floor, “Got him and his little fly brother. Two flies with one blow Topped Obama again!” says Trump as the two flies buzz by the camera.
“How is the first lady taking all this?” says Kayleigh trying to move on.
“Dr. Jill? How the hell would I know?” sighs Trump then realizing what he said and quickly adding, “Right! First Lady Melania has written a poem about all this. Like me to read it?”
Off Kayleigh’s nod, Trump recites,
“A Poem the Real First Lady Melania Trump
4 years in the drafty old White House
Four years living with an arrogant louse
Get me off this fucking horse
I want a fucking dee-vorce!”
Trump says sadly, “Oh, that was Melania’s diary. My bad.”
“So sorry, Donald, I mean Mr. Real President.” says Kayleigh, wiping a tear.
“Shoulda rehearsed that poem thingee more. Nothing to be sorry about! Ladies, I am back on the market. How about a date tonight, Kayleigh?”
“Have to be double date. My husband Sean for me and any number of lucky women for you.”
“I’ll check with Kimberly!” says Trump wistfully.
“Don Jr. and Ms. Guilfolye have broken up?”
“Haha. Nope. But why settle for junior when senior’s on the market?”
Trump and Kayleigh laugh. Both have a hard time stopping and soon it awkward AF.
“Never can stay mad at you, Kayleigh Wayleighly. Wanna hear a little of my speech?” says Trump, pulling his robe tight over his bulging crotch. “This one I rehearsed, well, more like skimmed. Actually, my Black body man Robert read it to me. Did I mention Robert is Black?”
“Um, yes you have, sir. Many, many, many time.”
“Robert”s the Black guy that told me I was the best president for Black people aside from Abe Lincoln, maybe,” says Trump swatting the pair of flies away. “So mt speech. Want a taste, Kayleigh?”
“Oh my god, we at Fox News are totally honored to hear your real inauguration speech, Mr. Real President!”
Trump digs through the pile of burger wrappers, “Fuck me, where’s my fucking inauguration speech? Ah here we go! – Ahem! Four years ago we birthed Trumptopia together! This despite the mess I inherited from that Kenya born jungle bunny and –“
“If I may suggest, sir, Jungle bunny may cost your a few Black votes in 2024, sir.” says Kayleigh, sneaking a look at her watch.
Trump ignores Kayleigh and pushes on, “Now, as I begin my second terms as the real president of my ever blossoming Trumptopia, I want to give special thanks to those rascally Proud Boys for acting as my army — scratch that, I mean private security force — sponsored by My Pillow, and gathered here at Four Seasons Total Land –“
Onscreen Kayleigh listens to her earpiece and says, “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. President.”
“Mr. Real President! Knew I should have given this interview to Hannity. What the fuck is so important you have the nerve to interrupt –“
“Sean has breaking news from the, um, fake inauguration. It seems fake president Joe Biden has sprained his big toe and –“
“Haha! See! See how old and feeble that old goat Biden is!” gloats Trump.
“Actually, it seems Joe sprained his toe rescuing a bus load of Trump backers from a burning Greyhound single-handidly.” says Kayleigh softly.
“Oh, “whispers Trump. The stovepipe hat falls off his bushy half bald head.
“Sorry, Mr REAL President. Over to you Sean,” says Kayleigh blowing a kiss to Trump.
The TV screen switches to a Sean Hannity who watches in amazement as Joe Biden carries a heavy Proud Boy over his shoulders off the burning Greyhound bus to be tended to by the First Lady Dr. Jill Biden.
Sean says bitterly to the camera, “Welp, there goes Trumptopia, folks!”
Trump glumly turns off the TV and starts to pack his remaining shit.
Trump’s Black body man Robert pokes his head in the bedroom door and says, “Sir, the Secret Service, insists you vacate immediately. You get dressed and leave that packing to me.”
Trump falls to his knees and prays,”Where’d I go wrong with your people, Robert?”
Robert ponders and finally finds the words, “I had to pick the moment it was, you know, after Charlottesville. When you said there were very fine people on both sides?”
Trump nods slowly. Falling tears streak his orange makeup. Trump finds a half eaten burger on the floor and attempts to eat away his sorrow.
The elections are finally over, at least the campaigning and voting part, right? I am relieved it’s relatively peaceful. I feel the pleasant tickle of a deep healing beginning, sprouting like a fresh lotus flower at the center of my brain.
Today’s meditation blog, channeling ET spirit guide Ohom* (short for Open Heart Open Mind), is to aid and speed our healing as a traumatized nation by sharing that yummy lotus healing I am feeling.
Let’s get started.
OHOM: Yes, Ken.
ME: So nice to hear your inner voice so clearly, Ohom. It’s been hard to reach you for months.
OHOM: Yes, the anger Trump intentionally fosters is not conducive to telepathy over such great time space as separate our worlds.
ME: I’m a little ashamed Trump got to me as much as he did.
OHOM: Your president does have a talent of finding everyone’s passion and poking at them.
ME: Yup. For some it’s love of our park lands — sold off. For some the work of years of gaining environmental protections — gone in an instant. The list goes on.
OHOM: Abusing refugee children, separating them from their parents and putting them in cages, then lying and blaming Obama as the initiator of this peace time war crime was the straw that broke your peacock’s back.
ME: Camel’s back. Not Peacock.
ME: And yes, Trump got me with abusing kids in those damn cages. After he did that I became dedicated to campaigning against Trump. (Here’s a link to the over 100 videos I made for Twitter on BuzzBroz.)
OHOM: You are far from alone. But the time has come to heal. To put this election, even before the results are known behind you.
ME: Good. While you meditate with the readers I am going to enjoy some life on your peaceful world of Nektar for now. Bye for now for what will be years for me but only a few minutes the earth people.
OHOM: Bon voyage, Ken. — Just you and me now, dear reader. Please concentrate on my words and the mind pictures they paint using my namesake of an open heart and open mind. Breathe deeply and add your own personal energy to this blog meditation.
Today, the day your particular earth’s media crowns Joe Biden President Elect, whenever that occurs for you, is a very dangerous time in your American history. Many timelines lead, as I am sure you know, to your species’ endpoint.
Unfortunately, it is as impossible as catching the wind in the palm of your hand, to close off the energies of the birth of timelines, positive or negative. Nor does your higher self in fact want you to avert possible futures you can handle with grace. What is possible is that by using your consciousness en masse humankind can birth more positive timelines.
Many of you, my friend Ken included, have chosen to be here on earth at this challenging time for the Great Splitting. Relax. Zero stress choosing either the happy paths of light or the paths of pain and darkness, for all the is in the end are shades of light mixed with darkness. A brightness or darkness you have sought to experience in multiple realities as a spiritual teaching.
Indeed, you are a far greater being than you know. You exist simultaneously in infinite realities, a master soul experiencing all things, all times, all joy, all races, all genders, all sorrow, all to learning from equally. Truly misogyny, racism, cruelty, abuse and more negative realities are all a form of self hatred.
Now, without judgement, split yourself into a right brain oriented person in the reality of Biden as president and left brain oriented person in the reality of Trump as president. The energies expressing themselves in your elections makes that easy. Now there are two new earths with two different reality trees, each equally real, each equally valid and on the same journey to full cosmic awareness for your master self, your master soul.
Take a walk in the reality you’ve chosen, a Biden presidency or a Trump presidency. Surrender to the fact you are not a helpless being getting pushed into a reality you did not choose. It’s simply the opposite of your choice on one matter versus another. Don’t judge yourself a failure if Trump won in your reality despite your efforts for Biden and vice versa.
Now, take a deep breath and gaze about the room you are reading this blog in. Both realities look the same at this early stage of the Great Splitting. So it’s a wonderful time to accept both realities. Surrender to your own majesty, your courage, your grace.
Let go of all the stress of the US elections. Let go of all the mind control you’ve experience from both the left and right, who simply vary in style and subtlety. Let go of the terrible strain it was to vote amidst a deadly pandemic.
Accept that ultimately, it does not matter who won the election. Repeat out loud: It does not matter who won the election. Now visualize the coolest tomorrow you can for yourself and the world you live in.
Last, freed of judgement on yourself for the timeline you are experiencing or your new alternate self is experiencing, do the same forgiveness to anyone in the opposite reality. After all, you do not get angry with your reflection and we are all a reflection of the one great consciousness we call this universe and multi-verse. Work together, left and right, as best you can. giving it your all and letting go of all outcome.
Thanks, Ohom. Back to me, your fellow earth man Ken Sheetz. I will share tales about my 4 year visit to Nektar some other time.
I close with a path Ohom’s meditation from 2012 in Antarctica that seem very appropriate for the job we’ve taken a 4 year break from of saving this world from global warming. And so you can guess which timeline I am on. Ohom “appears” in my 24 meditations in Antarctica film at 31 minutes and 11 seconds.
*DISCLAIMER: Please be flexible and not too literal in doing these meditations. Ohom may not be an ET and simply be a part of an awakening writer’s imagination, meant to give me some self-objectivity and/or a totally real insect-based highly advance life form from the 13th dimension in the Orion star system. I just know the OHOM meditation always boosts my spirit and I hope it will your too.
Unlike many players in the conscious community, suspiciously sure of their gifts to channel, I am never sure when I talk to spirits and ETs that it’s not just my vibrant and playful imagination. Nonetheless, whatever the reality, I find my meditations with an ET named Ohom, short for Open Heart Open Mind and who I’ve been reaching out to for ten years now, gives me some distance, many light years of objectivity. So here goes…
Good, you’re there.
Always, Ken. Our connection exists outside the bounds of space time.
That’s handy during the super stressful era of Trump and his enabler clan.
And I hope for your readers too. What can I help you with, Ken?
You told me back in 2015 Trump that would win the presidency and get a second term. Do you still feel Trump is going to win a second term come November?
“Win” is such a strange word to my planet Nektar’s culture of love and cooperation.
Please don’t be a politician, Ohom.
Was I? Deepest apologies. In answer to your concern, YES, humanity is still on a timeline where Trump wins reelection — via cheating the system — and your species’ path to death by environmental destruction, famine and nuclear war continues unabated.
How do I and others help the world get off this dead end timeline?
As I told you and your amazing wife Elizabeth in 2017, as preparation for your DC meditations, you must each hold a genuine space of love for Trump in your heart.
I’ve tried! Went to his 2017 inauguration and tried. But the orange man already rolled over the Standing Rock tribe as one of his first executive orders before we left DC after the Woman’s Day March. He’s impossible to love!
Meaning you’ll be a master of unconditional love when you can love the unlovable Trump.
Feels like loving Big Brother in Orwell’s 1984. A surrender.
But surrendering to loving a toad like Trump feels like betrayal of all the Antarctica 12.12.12 meditations.
Quite the contrary. Ken. Can you honestly think of nothing Trump has done during his time in office for which you can love him for?
Well, he’s showed us how much racism and sexism is operating at the heart of America.
Go deeper into your feelings.
And President It Is What It Is’s blatant disregard for life does make it easy to see the pattern of lies that’s been holding humanity back.
So can you love Trump and his enablers for fulfilling an ugly purpose of exposing where the cancer is in your country that needs healing?
If I am honest, which we always are with each other, then a little, yes.
Was that so hard?
All the better.
Anyone ever told you are that you maddening at times?
Ken, the harder it is to love the unlovable the stronger the impact on the collective consciousness.
I am not sure about what you’re saying. Our collective consciousness is in a lot of pain right now over Trump.
Compress the coals of hate into a diamonds of love and humanity will transmute that pain into light and corrected action.
Sounds like an ET version of MLK’s mantra “We shall overcome.”
Indeed. Hold that tiny diamond of love for Trump’s unconscious role in raising awareness to racism and sexism in your heart and let all hate consuming you fall away.
Trump’s daily inaction on saving people from the virus does not make it easy.
Then keep doing the diamond meditation over and over again until it is easy and your heart comes to bliss. Peace on earth begins within each of you amazing humans.
Blessings. Transmission complete.
And thanks to you for joining an ET meditation at this time when there’s so much superstition running in the collective consciousness. To hell with such limiting fearful nonsense! Don’t make yourself part of a small flat Earth. We are part in a vast infinite universe. And who is to say we really do not have ETs out there, thought travelers like Ohom, ready and waiting to help and advise us if we but ask?
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Hope this short but sweet post finds you and your loved ones well in every way.
Peace. We all crave it. But in an era when our sick establishment seeks to “dominate” peaceful BLM protesting over George Floyd wrongful death and demanding change, smack in the midst of a pandemic, peace seems more elusive than ever.
The answer is, as it was before all this trouble came blessedly to dominate the news cycle, meditation. Here’s a great look at the peace meditation brings from acclaimed filmmaker Dave Lynch. Watch the entire 19:50 video. You’ll be glad you did.
Happy evening of 11/11/19. I hope you will enjoy this somewhat humorous quantum meditation look ahead two days into one possible timeline. A fantasy that will not happen exactly as I write about here, but one that may paradoxically happen precisely in this way somewhere in the infinite multi-verse or later in this universe.
Take a deep cleaning breath, in through your nose and out your mouth five times. Congrats. You’ve just time traveled in your mind, breaking the speed of light, to the fateful first day of the Trump Impeachment hearings.
11/13/19, 6:30 AM AZ Time
I awaken groggy and ready for coffee. The first sunbeams light up the autumn leaves to the west out our bedroom windows in gorgeous Sedona. Not yet married 2 months, my love Elizabeth and I are still on our blissful honeymoon. At 67 years of age I have never been happier in my long life.
My beautiful bride has a delightful ritual of snuggling to start each day. But today I separate from Elizabeth’s well toned arms and silently slip from bed.
I am as excited as a six-year old on Christmas morn because it’s Wednesday November 13th, the first day of the public Trump Impeachment hearings. I feel a twinge of regret leaving our love nest, but I know Elizabeth finds Trumpy stuff a YUGE time waste. She worked in Special Forces during her 17 years of military service to America and she feels quite sad about the low grade civil war we seem to be mired in.
Our little rescue dog Lincoln snores beside Elizabeth, keeping her company as I make my escape. Throwing on my trusty warm robe I close the door softly behind me and turn on the kitchen light.
Wow. Today’s the first live Impeachment hearing since I was in college during Watergate.
7AM is too early for popcorn while I devour the hearings. So I drop a frozen waffle in the toaster just as Elizabeth steps from the bedroom, pulling her white bathrobe around her lovely figure. Rubbing the sleep from her beautiful blue-green eyes Elizabeth says half asleep, “Why’d you leave bed without hugs, Ken?”
Lincoln hops against my plaid PJs as I say, trying not to sound like a guilty little boy, “Trump’s impeachment hearings start in –”
“Ken, I thought you said you weren’t going to watch the live hearings,” says Elizabeth playfully poking me in my all too Trump-like belly. I welcome Elizabeth’s gentle scolding because she’s suffered through my serious Trump news addiction for 4 years now, sharing a small home office.
Elizabeth takes me into a forgiving hug. She’s without a doubt one of the greatest huggers on earth. She looks deep into my eyes and says,”I’ll make tea. Get the circus going.”
I flashback to the Trump inauguration Elizabeth and I attended with the support of our fans. Our mission: Hold a space of love and hope in the feisty red-capped crowd for Trump’s first and hopefully only term in office. It was a hard thing for me because I’ve not been a fan of Trump’s brash style and the harsh way he treats people who serve him since the 1980s.
Unfortunately, the Ukraine scandal has fired my Trump news addiction back up again. I worry that watching the hearings this morning — and the inevitable cycle of Trump’s feisty blowback — might be harmful to the peaceful energies of my idyllic life here in Sedona.
Little Lincoln pokes me with his paws again. begging for his forgotten breakfast. This snaps me out of yet another of my Trump spells. I pop open the refrigerator and pull out his dog food. I multi-task finishing my waffle, dropping Lincoln’s food in his green plastic bowl to the floor with a familiar little clatter and hurry to the living room.
“Tea’s almost ready” says Elizabeth cheerfully from the open kitchen as I fumble through the hollow book that holds our TV’s remote controls.
I surf to channel 53, CNN here in Sedona where Anderson Cooper is talking without sound. The CNN title card in this waking dream Trumpian fantasy reads:
Trump Impeachment Hearings Canceled!
“What the fuck?!” I shout so loudly Elizabeth drops her tea pot spilling to the counter.
“What?!” Elizabeth shouts as she rips off some paper towel. and quickly starts a cleanup.
“I don’t know. Somehow Trump has gotten his impeachment hearings canceled!”
Elizabeth races to the couch, “Where’s the volume?”
Diving to look under the couch on the floor I say, looking at dust bunnies, “Not here.”
I hear Anderson Cooper’s excited voice boom from the sound system that Elizabeth has obviously found first. Anderson says:
“… you just watched Chairman Adam Schiff announce the unbelievable: President Trump has stolen the thunder from today’s live Impeachment hearings in announcing he will resign the presidency of the United States of America, effective noon Eastern time on this historic November 13th 2019.”
Elizabeth and I leap to our feet and dance and scream for joy! Lincoln runs for his safety zone in our bedroom closet. I sweep Elizabeth into the pose of the famous New York kiss of the sailor and the young woman at the end of World War Two.
Can this really be happening (or happen in two days)? Yes, on several timelines Trump resigns just as Nixon did. But not to avoid the shame, the man has none, but by shrewdly accepting the certainty that the Impeachment of Congress could go either way amid eroding public support. So Trump wisely cuts the deal of his life to be pardoned along with all his family and businesses in return for his resignation.
And now back to our Trumpian fantasy. About noon DC time Elizabeth and I stop working on shipping product for CoolestTechEver.com (shameless plug) to watch TV again. Trump shouts over the noise of the presidential chopper. His face beet red from the shouting, Trump goes on for what seems agonizingly forever. He rambles in a rally-like diatribe against the Deep State, Crooked Hilary and Obama, who he still says was born in Kenya, and more and more. Trump rails on:
“..in anyone’s book, even in Shifty Schiff’s, my Ukraine call was totally perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Truth is I only resign today because Mark Burnett and I have reached a deal for me to star in our new reality show THE WHITE HOUSE APPRENTICE, airing Monday 7PM Eastern on NBC. Filming starts right now!”
“Hail to the Chief” plays as Trump high fives his loyal staffers who line the White House lawn leading to the presidential chopper. Head held high, former President Trump proudly strides up to President Pence and bear hugs him off the ground. Trump is already miked for reality TV and so we hear:
“Thanks for the pardon, pard! They’ll be after your sweet ass next, Mikey.” says Trump with a winner’s grin.
“I know, Don. I know. Mother and I are ready to do battle.” says President Pence as Trump walks away, not listening.
Clown to the last, Trump hurries up the little set of stairs, pieces of toilet paper stuck to both his shoes. Trump hams up the Nixon farewell pose as a gag to the laughter from many; but not Jared and Ivanka, whose plans for world domination have been crushed by ex-president Donald J. Trump.
Qanon tweets on 11/14.19 that the toilet paper bit was an intentional insult to the left-wing media to kiss his ass.
End fantasy meditation. We now return you to your present timeline.
Which timeline to which of endless possible futures are you actually on? Trump’s outrageous resignation visualized here? Trump’s rise to become the most outrageous dictator in our blue world’s history? Trump as a humbled man who mends his ways and becomes a surprisingly great president? Somewhere in between? Stay positive imaging please.
Oh and no imagining Trump starts World War 3 timelines please!!! You are far more powerful than you know.
Well, we’ll all know more about what this timeline you’re reading this blog holds on Wednesday. Good night, my fellow meditation fans.
Einstein is famed, in part, for establishing that the speed of light — 186,282 miles a second — can never be broken. I’m no Einstein, so I prefer of the speed of light converted to 671 million miles an hour. Why? Because that makes it easier to picture breaking the speed limit in your mind. For example: Traveling at 671 million miles an hour it would only take you about 10 hours to cross the solar system end to end.
Congrats. Just reading the prior sentence, you mentally crossed the entire solar system end to end in about 1 second. A visualization that allowed you to travel 36,000 times faster than the speed of light.
But fast as that is, my spirit guide OHOM (Open Heart Open Mind) visits me frequently via thought travels (AKA astral projection) all the way from the Orion star system on an ice moon called Nektar. That’s moving billions of times the speed of light. Happily, whenever Ohom has something important to share, a meditation mission or, in reverse, if I need his advice on an important matter, he’s here in the blink of my mind’s eye; traveling an infinite distance from his world of Nektar in the 13th dimension in a nanosecond.
After nine years of practice since meeting Ohom in a Yoga hall in Italy, deep in trance in a super powerful sound healing, I’m no slouch at thought travel myself. Sure beats any experience I have ever enjoyed gaming or watching movies on TV or in a theater! Thought travel, you see, is not only a 3D experience but it incorporates all the five senses of sight, hearing, taste, touch and smell; plus BLISS.
Author’s note: Robin Williams, at least as I imagine him does not appear until Parts 2 & 3. But I have it in the stack of the ROBIN WILLIAMS VISITATIONS to as Robin might say, ” So to bot to confuse the living fuck out of you and give you some context. Nanu Nanu!”
YOUR INVITE TO BREAK THE SPEED OF LIGHT
STEP ONE: Turn on some relaxing meditation music. I recommend MEDITATIVE MIND‘s superb YouTube channel. There’s no guided meditation there. Allowing you to free form your way across the cosmos with excellent long form videos, which are primarily frequency meditation music in nature.
STEP TWO: Get comfy. Get still. Early on in this whole thought travel experience I got my best results laying down. But now seated in an upright yoga posture works equally well and keeps me from falling asleep as happens with laying down.
STEP THREE: Completely clear your mind through meditation and deep patterned breathing. Experiment with what inner visualizations and breathing pattern gets your mind quiet. We live in a world designed to keep your mind busy and restless. Meditation is a quick and easy remedy that add years to your life. And take it from Ohom and me, you want to be around for the beautiful changes we will see over the next 100 years. I know it doesn’t look that way watching the news but dig deeper into the real facts and you’ll see the world has never been safer or happier. But I digress. Back to breaking the speed of light.
STEP FOUR: In your mind’s eye, picture a silver tether at your ethereal body’s ankle to keep you connected to your physical body. It’s your lifeline and it’s indestructible. With your tether you can end thought journeys at will any time you say, you’re the boss of you, and return home safe and sound.
STEP FIVE: Picture your ethereal body rise from your physical body. Start small with your thought travel. Simply stand up from your body and walk around your home in the ethereal. Look in a mirror. I notice I am translucent in spirit form and quite a bit younger.
STEP SIX: When you feel ready, walk out the front door. Pass right through it. You’re not solid. Leave your house and take a walk in the street. Detail is important. Feel the breeze. Hear the birds. Feel the sun on your face. Test snapping home into your body via the silver tether. Whoosh!
STEP SEVEN: The next thought travel you do, after getting deep into your meditation, picture somewhere on earth you’ve already visited. Only now you’re traveling in your ethereal body. No planes, trains or automobiles required. Let’s say for this example the place you’ve visited and love is Paris. See yourself floating above your home city and lift off! See yourself streaking your way in an instant to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Walk around the balcony and take in the sights, sounds and scents of the streets of Paris below. Smile. You’ve made your first faster than light journey.
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As the right and left media roils for ratings in this strange era’s, love him or hate him, craziest presidency ever, I just received some surprising insights from my ET spirit guide Ohom (Open Heart Open Mind) as to what our meditations in 2017 at the Trump inauguration looked like on spirit plane.
It’s January 20, 2017 again. Elizabeth and I nervously stand amongst the mostly MAGA hat wearing crowd, sporting instead our CME penguin hats. Each time Hillary appears on camera the crowd jeers, “Lock her up!”
Two grizzled beer drinkers jeer each time Obama or Michelle appear on the Jumbo-tron nearby. It’s an ugly scene. Neither Elizabeth or I really want to be here. This is not the America we grew up in. And it is especially not the one Elizabeth served 17 years in the military to defend.
But we have dutifully followed Ohom’s simple instructions to go to this “largest ever” inauguration, and hold space of love for Trump in this power intoxicated crowd. We do our best to bless Trump’s presidency; that it ultimately be good for the planet, or to at very least do as little harm as possible.
Oddly, I sense this crowd, one that should be elated on this first day of the Trump administration, is deeply defensive. They literally can’t seem to believe their man Trump really won, even though he’s up on the big stage getting sworn in; Melania frowning behind his back on the Jumbo-tron screen perched atop scaffolding.
But there something’s very different in this particular meditation replay of the inauguration. A mental replay I’ve run countless times for over 2 years now, trying to make sense of what our crazy mission accomplished in the light of destructive programs for the environment and humanism rolling out almost daily from Trump via Twitter.
THE INAGURARTION TRANSMUTATION MEDITATION
Today Ohom is finally showing me what really happened energetically that fateful day, sealed within the scared Masonic geometry layout of DC. Deep within the low vibrational inaugural crowd, cozy in our own bubble of bliss, sweet Elizabeth and I hold a space of love; just as Ohom guided.
Our loving meditation crystalizes moisture from the light rain that begins to fall. Our love meditation becomes a diamond-seed that burrows into the wet grass beneath our cold feet. Soon a translucent white energy tree rapidly grows beneath Elizabeth and me. The rapidly growing energy tree sweeps us high above the bristling Trump clan.
My view to the dais greatly improved, I gaze towards the red-faced Donald J. Trump giving a speech former president Bush later observed, “That was some weird shit.”
Agreed. To me this all feels like the birth of the apocalyptic era right out of FALLOUT THREE; a video game that takes place in a mutated and ruined Washington DC 200 years after World War III.
I flinch as Trump’s weird shit “America First” address deeply disrespects Obama’s legacy. Trump behaves as though he’s not inheriting a booming economy but a “smocking” wasteland.
Looking ahead to the dais, I see two other white energy trees carrying other pairs of meditators high above the oddly fidgety crowd. I wonder to myself, “Maybe the Trump fans are nervous they elected a thin-skinned guy with his trigger finger on the largest nuclear arsenal in history?”
Amazed by this new feeling compassion towards the desperate-for-change Trump’s base, I look back towards the Washington monument. Nine other white trees carrying meditation pairs grow rapidly. The procession of 12 inner lighted white trees leads all the way from the dais to the Lincoln Memorial.
The wise Ohom never let any of our teams know we are working as a meditation group of 12 tree riding pairs until now. I may never know their names, but Ohom tells me the dozen meditation teams represent all races, male and female, and sexual orientation.
Soon, all twelve energy trees are large enough to join their rapidly leafing branches above us the meditation teams. Loving energy pulses through the umbrella of white trees, downloading into the anxious crowd below.
Now all of our teams of meditators hold space for one thing: that the Trump presidency, messy as its likely to be, never result in a launch of World War III.
Ohom tells me telepathically as I write, “Take heart, Ken. All of Trump’s many disconcerting acts he has and is yet to commit during his presidency are in actuality a sacrifice to your planetary conscious. The Mars energy of war that has dominated your world since the fall of Atlantis is dying. Trump is but a servant to accelerate its end.”
Even knowing I’ll fail to recall all this and fall at times into anger at Trump’s efforts to get our collective goat, I feel blessed to finally have this gorgeous vision to wrap my head around as to Trump’s higher purpose and hope you do too. This has been a tough two years for we moderates, plus liberals and many conservatives alike.
But whether it’s 2 or 6 years until the Trump era finally ends, the blink of an eye in the cosmic grand scheme, look for an overnight flip to the next era. One that will make the loving 60s look passe!
And as the barrage of negative news and policies continues 24/7, I suggest you tune out to the ratings driven chatter and join with us in meditation for a better tomorrow. Vote when the time comes but don’t obsess over all this until November 3, 2020 is closer. Advice to myself as much as you, dear reader.
From childhood on, one of my super powers has been a gift to tell stories. A gift that’s has served me well in situations ranging from quelling a dangerous drunk to earning me the honor of winning Chicago Sun Times’ number 1 commercial real estate broker back in 1987 to making a feature documentary about Dr. Patrick Flanagan in 2019.
A professor at a Northwestern speech class spotted my story talent and gave me sage advice to never abuse this power, to always be truthful because people would believe almost anything I say. Something I’ve adhered to my whole adult life. I never take on a client or market a product I do not believe in wholeheartedly.
Blessedly, through teachings with my love and yogini Elizabeth I’ve learned that I’ve not been so kind when it comes to telling negative stories to myself about my future. I see in meditation this negative energy, like a spear aimed at my own heart, evolved because it felt better to punish myself rather than have my drill sergeant dad do so. In other words, I chose self abuse over parental abuse. Bad lessons from childhood I now release!
Conscious at last of this negative story telling behavior and the self hatred it enfolds, I’ve been able to catch myself and stop telling negative stories about my future and enjoy my happy life with Elizabeth in the paradise of Sedona fully.
I caught a doozie of negative story loop the other day that I’ve been repeating since I was eighteen concerning monthly bills. It went something like this in my internal dialogue, “Ah, I paid this month’s bills but what about next month’s bills? That might not work out…” And the subconscious unspoken part… “and I’ll have to move back under dad’s roof!”
Analyzing the rare times I’ve not been able to make the bills since I was 18-years-old amounts to a tiny fractions of my adult life; like right after a divorce or at the depths of a skyscraper I built losing $80 million.
The truth is 99.9% of the time I’ve met my bills each and every month for over 40 years. And yet, until just now really, I repeatedly have been telling myself the negative pattern story that this coming month might be a financial disaster. That’s a nutty waste of energy on a negative program. Even in that rare 1/10 of 1% of the times things have gone to hell and I could not make the monthly bills I somehow managed to somehow make life work.
For example, in the Great Recession of 2008 when all my Chicago investor money evaporated overnight and my film business teetered on the brink of destruction, I opened a social media company called BuzzBroz to survive on fees versus equity. To this day, ten years later, BuzzBroz pays the bills and gives me the freedom to make my own films outside the closed Hollywood system with my work seen by millions.
In the past I’ve only overcome my negative self-abusing-story telling pattern with a great deal of positive thinking and action. But that takes a lot of energy. Today I simply free myself from negative stories about the monthly bills, health, relationship, business and more by shushing my mind when it begins a negative story. After all, decades as a mostly successful adult shows I’ve proven to myself I can handle anything. So why worry?
And this letting go of negative stories applies the world at large as well. Negative “news” about global warming, crime, cancer, GMO, flat earth believers, Trump setting our nation backward, chemtrails, you name it, I can handle them all on personal level. If for some unforeseen reason I cannot I’ll trust spirit has a lesson for me. And you know what? I’ll deal with that too somehow. So why worry?
The rise in my mood as I’ve let go of negative stories is amazing! I feel emotionally like I’ve learned to fly. The result is that I have far more brain space and energy for manifesting the good stories I typically create in a life filled with blessings; unfettered by the dark side of my gift for story. I hope you’ll join me in not creating negative stories in your life, otherwise known as worry.
And in my life as a filmmaker I promise you ever more brilliant positive stories to uplift your spirit, as I’ve become mildly famed for over the past 23 years. I gladly leave stories of dystopia and wide spread dysfunction to other writers and filmmakers.
Don’t worry, please, I say to myself too, this will result in pollyanna storytelling. Tension does make for a good story after all. An amazing reality series on Netflix THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE OFF shows there is a global market for stories where people can compete and still love one another.
Check the show out sometime yourself on Netflix. 5 stars and delicious to watch.