Meet OHOM, Architect of the Dreamshield

What my ET spirit guide OHOM might look like.

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When I first saw OHOM (which stands for Open Heart Open Mind) in 2010 after a healing session that took place in a yoga ashram in Italy, he laid on the empty mat beside me. In shock I touched the fabric of his gown. It was of an otherworldly texture, like fine diamonds encrusted.

Soon I was swept from the yoga into a vision joining OHOM and two of his ET companions, high above the earth. We each flew in opposite directions building a two pair of Tesla wave energy bands. One pair ran east west and the other north south. The energy was so intense I saw the walls of the yoga hall explode and to be sucked into space.

Afterwards I’d shakily interview the others in our healers workshop group. No one but me had seen OHOM and his two ET associates who joined our healing group together.

Just as I was calming down from this epic vision and settling into a hotel Ohom spoke to me for the first time. He put my fears to rest that I was losing my mind using the space between his words as he instructed me:

OHOM: On 10/10/10, 11/11/11 and 12/12/12 I would like you to host a series of meditation events across the world to strengthen the energy bands we built today into the DreamShield.

ME: But I barely know how to meditate. How can I host a meditation event?

OHOM: You’ve been getting ready your whole life. Just invite the people and it will happen.

It did happen.  I hosted a live meditation event on 10/10/10 with Dr. Sarah Larsen and joined with web events we linked to in Nashville, Greece and LA.

And I’d go onto to host events on 11/11/11 in LA and travel to Antarctica on 12/12/12 to host the CoolestMeditationEver, which became a feature documentary that is still touring the world. Please watch the film on Vimeo and support our ongoing planetary meditations.

Antarctica’s Purity Via Tesla Waves

Since my return from Antartica in 2012, where I filmed 24 quantum intentional meditations to accelerate the shift, I am often asked what I like most about Antarctica. I always say, “Besides the penguins, the fact there’s no EMF radiation.”

Indeed. the purity of the energy field and its powerful magnetics make Antarctica ideal for intentional meditation. Up until now you’d have to travel all the way south to get the same feeling of freedom from EMF. Now, via Tesla scalar waves produced in fibonacci sequences by using a Blushield device you can feel Antarctica’s purity without ever leaving home!

You see, a very cool thing recently happened at the CoolestMeditationEver.com. We’ve been invited to add an amazing line of Tesla Technology EMF protection devices from BluShield!  Here’s a cool video about this much needed tech.

In classic law of attraction form, this amazing new product like came to CME effortlessly.

The ball got rolling when we upgraded our Wifi to 5G.  Though we loved the faster speeds we felt wonky bathed in so much EMF. Elizabeth did some research to look for the best EMF protectors.  She found then story in Nexus Magazine about an incredible line of EMF protection devices originating out of New Zealand. We got the Teslsa Plug-in, thinking if we liked it we’ve step up to the larger Tesla Gold Series Cube.

We immediately noticed improvements in mood and energy using the Blushield plugin. We weren’t needing as much coffee to face the long hours we put in on the computer everyday.  And we sailed through some serious bumps in the road of life more easily.

A few days later we got an email from the BluSheild-USA distributor, Brandon Amalani, who it turns out was fan and supporter of our work where we bring cool tools to the market from greats of spirit science like Patrick Flanagan, Jonathan Goldman, Liz Aplert and James Wanless. Brandon blessed us with the entire line of Blushield for us to study as possible addition to our Cool Tools Page.

Once we added the portable improvement our baseline health accelerated. I experienced greater detox than Elizabeth. My sinuses, I’ve had trouble with since childhood cleared to the point where an old root canal abscessed tooth that had been infecting my sinuses begged the dentist for removal.

Best of all we notice the use of Blushield clears away the mental cobwebs of EMF and we are preforming better meditations.

Well, with results like we’ve both had personally, combined with the great results in research in blood testing and farm testing, it was not a hard to decided to add Blushield to our CoolTools page. And the line is so comprehensive we are building a new website called CoolestTechEver.com.  Hard to believe that great URL was out there for us. Good sign.

Here’s a new 17 second promo spot we’ve created to express the wonderful way Blushield’s fibonacci patterned scalar frequencies entrain your body to tune out EMF’s harmful effect.

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Let’s face it, WiFi and cell phone signals are inescapable in our modern environment. Awake and sleeping, we’re immersed in these invisible waves. Unfortunately much as humanity loves the convenience of wireless electronics, their relentless frequency waves cause disruption to our body’s electromagnetic field at the cellular level. And this continuous cellular stress response has proven to have cumulative negative long term health effects.

And so, CME is thrilled to present the ACTIVE EMF PROTECTION of Blushield Tesla technology! When people start using Blushield devices they report feeling:

  • More relaxed and chill.
  • Better able to focus.
  • Greater mental clarity for meditation, school, work.
  • Able to spend more time in front of a computer.
  • Less tired, zapped eyes.
  • Greater energy
  • Better Quality Sleep

All these cool benefits will help you create the coolest meditation ever while improving your baseline health. As opposed to passive EMF protection, like stickers and orgonite, Blushield utilizes active EMF protection technology by creating powerful coherent scalar waves to mitigate EMF (electromagnetic fields) at a cellular level. Blushield overrides all ambient EMF fields, including wireless radiation, mimicking nature and relaxing our body’s stress response caused by EMF.

Trump as an Angel? Whaa?

Is Trump is an angel of destruction of the evil old ways or just a lying a jerk?

“Liberals For Trump!” Sounds as unlikely as “Jews for Jesus!” But I’ve learned the hard way, through the painful loss of many friends over my Meditations on Trump, that Liberals For Trump believers really do exist. And in higher numbers than I bet the polls can measure.

Reading between the lines after a wonderful friend tearfully lectured me that I should not be lowering my vibration to talk politics, I see Trump shame is particularly keen in the consciousness community where love for the environment, vegetarianism, kindness, and many other ideals clash deeply with Trump’s bull in a yoga store way of operating.

The first time I realized more than a few of my spirit friends are Liberals For Trump — and there is another smaller branch of Conservative Spirit Peeps for Trump I’ve stumbled across — was after the night Bernie Sanders was robbed of the Democratic nomination by Hilary. For the weeks following that fateful summer of 2016 night, Facebook and Twitter were aflame with Bernie lament.

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Now, although Trump and Sanders have very different takes on politics, one for more government and one for less, they both nonetheless represent a bitter rejection of the status quo that many liberals adore as much as their conservative brethren. Without Bernie to pick from, my Bernie buddies went into the booth to vote for Trump and, presto, exited as Liberals For Trump.

I’ve been hoping my pals, from ET fans to angel workers, who profess love for Trump for his demolition of America’s wicked old ways, would come back to center after the months of chaos under Trump.

Ah. But think about it; an affair with Stormy didn’t sway them, over a dozen women accusing Trump of sexual harassment didn’t sway them, a live mic with Trump’s grab ’em by the pussy wisecrack didn’t sway them, Mueller’s getting 5 of 20 people he’s indicted to plead guilty for conspiring with the Russians to influence our elections didn’t sway them, Michael Cohen funneling millions from corporations for Trump access did not sway them, North American and European allies getting slammed with tariffs while Trump rains favors on Commie dictators have not swayed them, and the beat goes horrifically on.

At one point during the campaign Trump claimed he could shoot a man in the middle of 5th Avenue and still win the Republican nomination. He appears to have been right as the Russian collusion evidence mounts and he grows in popularity.  You get the idea, nothing sways people who like Trump’s schtick. If anything, his fanatic fans run deeper into supporting him amid liberal news media and comedic backlash that only serves to bolster his persecution complex.

Still, these past few weeks I hoped that Trump’s hard core policy on separating immigrant babies from their mothers might pry some of friends free of backing Trump so vehemently. If not in private, at least on Facebook. But this week, amidst an avalanche of horrors in the media about illegal immigrant children crying for their lost loved ones hit its pain soaked peak, one real-life and FB friend, actually posted this photo to their page.

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Holy shit. I’ll always remember this as the day then I realized how deep down the rabbit hole a Trump fan’s rejection of the status quo goes. Out of love and respect I resisted the urge to joke post back, ” Wha? I have enough trouble seeing Trump as human let alone as the archangel Michael!”

I’ve learned the hard way you really can’t reach Liberals For Trump, anymore than you can reach Conservatives for Trump, lost in their Fox News, or reach Libertarian’s trapped in their web of endless conspiracy theories who still think the CIA killed Kennedy 55 years ago.  Face it.  We the cyber word has us all pigeonholed into neat little bubbles, even though FB got caught redhanded selling our data to Cambridge Analytica.

So why make enemies when the Hillarys Trumps and Obamas of the world are not really running the show, but the 13 families that own the big show? For my dear FB friend, out of her Trump loving mind with her post last week, and others like her, Trump is perhaps an angel for his destruction of the status quo and the immigrant kids getting ripped from their families at the border are painful collateral damage? Frankly, I am afraid to ask.

Or perhaps my Liberal For Trump friends are blinded by Trump’s 1984-ish Big Brother mind games? I read somewhere, cannot find the link right now, that despite the side by side 2009 and 2017 inaugural photos, 61% of conservatives believe Trump’s “My Inauguration crowd was bigger than Obama’s!” lie. That’s powerful mass hypnosis on human scale we’ve never seen here is America.

Weird how my having  a father who lied constantly to the family made me into a human lie detector. As an adult that makes me wretch whenever Trump lies. Never thought I’d be thanking Dad for his lies about that trip to Dinseyland that never happened and the countless other lies he seemed to dream up like Trump, even when lying was not needed.

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Much as I try to keep an emotional lid with my spirit friends notion of Trump as a cosmic DJ Demolition Man, it gets deeply depressing when he continues to dominate our 24/7 news cycle. Many in the self-serving-fear-mongering press, profess there’s a grave danger hidden within Not-Sees support of Trump. The panicked liberal press believe that because Liberals for Trump, and conservative alike, are not blinking at the border #wallofsorrow it must mean America is one step away from Nazi death camps for minorities before they cut to anti-depressant commercials.

However, never one to be a willing customer of media fear machine, I don’t see the Trump era, even if it extends to 2024 and beyond with his daughter taking office then jared, ever going the way of the Nazis. This is not 1936 Germany, despite Trump’s “good”Nazi kids waving Confederate flags.

No. What’s going right now is uniquely American, despite how nasty it all is. As a people as we near the 4th of July 2018 perhaps ugly stuff that Trump unwittingly serves spirit to bring to the surface? Is Trump unconsciously acting like a Lakota Heyoka clown? His backwards actions and policies create potent cognitive dissonance making us question the very nature of our reality?

Are my friends right? Does spirit in some mystical way, works through Trump’s darkness to bring the light? I have no answers.  Just a desire to look deeper for the meaning of all this. And I am grateful for that spark of hope that my Liberals For Trump spirit friends are seeing something good in Trump I do not.

What are you thoughts?

Message to Earth’s Comics From Spirit of Robin Williams: Trump Jokes are Lazy Humor – The Robin Williams Visitations

I’ve truly been blessed to have Robin Williams’ spirit in touch with me often since his death on August 11, 2014. But unlike many people with psychic visions, suspiciously sure of their gifts, I sometimes wonder if Robin’s ghost is really keeping in touch or if it’s all just my wild imagination.

Robin’s spirit finds my uncertainty about his visitations quite funny. Perhaps he keeps showing up, despite my misgivings as a reluctant medium, because I always take his funny visits as a serious message from the higher realms of consciousness. And today’s visit from Robin is super welcome in this post-truth era that’s wearing mighty thin for many of us.

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Before I get to Robin’s important as it is funny June 2018 message to the world’s, as the iconic actor who played drama and beautifully as comedy describes today’s, “lazy bum comics” a little history. Robin first appeared to me shortly after his death to help me give comfort to many fans troubled by his suicide. Bummer, we lost two more celebs to suicide this week, designer Kate Spade and chef Anthony Bourdain. Fame and success are no protection against depression.

Not surprisingly, Robin’s spirit musings on his horrific suicide are heartbreakingly funny stuff. Read it on the blog in detail in a special section called THE ROBIN WILLIAMS VISITATIONSHmm. Feels like a book’s a brewin’.

After Robin’s first ghostly visit, which happened on one of the many hikes I take here in Sedona’s red rocks, he and I bonded quickly. I would say it’s because we are brother in arms who’ve overcome battles with life’s sadness using laughs. Happily, I instantly found I could channel his comedic stylings with good accuracy for this blog.

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One amazing day in the fall of 2014 Robin showed up with the spirits of MLK and Mother Teresa. They all wanted a tour of the Buddhist stupa. Which I gave them to my honor as though they were visiting family. I’ve still not found the time to blog about it. I promise to, Robin and readers. Stay tuned.

A few weeks after Robin’s incredible visitations began, I tuned over in bed and yelped as Robin was nose to nose with me under the covers. “Sorry, didn’t want to wake you, Sheetzy. Your snoring’s adorable, btw.”

“Thanks. I think. What brings you to my bed at the crack of dawn, Robin?”

“Sheetzo, I need you to hop on fishing boat off Laguna Beach, and channel me in.”

“Why?” I asked still half asleep, thinking back nostalgically on the days before my 2010 awakening when life was boringly normal. Robin is not the only spirt that visits me.

“Oh. Nothing special, Kenny boy.  Just gonna impregnate a virgin whale to reincarnate myself as a blue whale.”

“Oh, is that all?” I said dryly as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. This got a laugh out of Robin. But his laughter quickly faded as I explained to the king of comedy, “Buddy, I am drowning in the workload of a client’s world changer crowd funder. Much as I’d love to travel to the Pacific to help bring you back as a blue whale, Robin, we mortals still have bills to pay.”

“Work from the road. That’s what God made WiFi for.”

“Sorry.  I just can’t road trip this thing. Too big. We just launched this cool device that’s going to make it a smarter world. Boost IQ!”

“Fine, Einstein. I’ll do it myself like I have to do everything… when it comes to impregnating virgin whales!” Robin said, his disappointment in me showing on his fading ghostly face.

“Wait, Robin.  If you could just wait 60 days or so I promise –”

Robin vanished before I could finish in a disappointed but determined huff.  I got up and made some coffee and ruminated that Robin was still used to the star treatment even on the other side. So he’s not used to people saying no very often. I hoped he would not be so angry with me he’d never visit again. However, I made a note to request he not pop into my bed in future and nearly give me a heart attack.

Weeks passed swiftly. My client’s crowd funder became a hit, raising eventually $1.6 million for an update of a beloved scientist’s famed techno-meditation device. So I’d kind of forgotten about Robin’s whale gig when one day, while having a breakfast at my favorite local diner, The Coffee Pot, Robin appeared in the form of a talking blue whale embryo hovering over a portly man’s ham and eggs.

Williams shouted proudly, “I did it, Sheetzy!”

Nearly spit spraying my coffee, I looked slyly around the restaurant. As per usual, despite Sedona being an American mecca for psychics, I was, you guessed it, the only person having this outrageous aquatic visit. “Why the whole whale thing, Robin?” I asked in my mind, deciding I might get a ticket to the looney bin talking out loud to a floating blue whale fetus in a public restaurant.

“Call me, Nanu. That’s my new blue whale name!”

“OK, Nanu Nanu –”

“Just Nanu, Sheetzter.  Copyright stuff.”

“Ok, NANU, why reincarnate as blue whale?”

Robin twirled over a blue haired old lady wolfing down her waffles and said proudly, “Because I’m gonna teach the blue whales a new frequency of joy and laughter to broadcast around this bluesy world!”

Robin looked amused by my freaked out face. But it made total sense Robin would not rest long in the afterworld and would seek a cool way to help humanity keep its sense of humor. As if reading my mind about how crazy yet sensible this all seemed to me, Robin added,”Still the doubting Sheetz? Just take a gander at your coffee cup. – Presto!”

DSC04666Chills ran down my spine, here in the middle of the desert, a relief of dolphins swam on the coffee mug. Robin the blue whale fetus hovered over my head blowing happy air bubble rings as I called over the unsuspecting waitress. I asked her if she’d ever seen a dolphin mug at the restaurant before.

Even though the grizzled middle-aged vet waitress has seen it all in Sedona she gazed in amazement to see dolphins on my coffee mug. “Weird. All we usually got are cactuses and Kokppellis on our mugs.”

I bought the magical mug proof Robin offered at checkout. And if you’re ever a house guest I’ll happily serve you a java from the two more dolphin mugs I’ve since collected on future Williams visits to the Coffee Pot.

Note: Robin loves his coffee and often calls me over to the Coffee Pot, a favorite of visiting celebs, for his spirit visits. He met Elizabeth, my love there and told her, through my channeling, that she is Mamu his mama whale.

Wait a minute! I just joke back to the joker Robin as I write here in 2018, “Swell, so you’re telling me, Robin, that because you were pissed I wouldn’t go with you to the Pacific in 2014 you impregnated my love Elizabeth’s alternate reality whale self?”

“Bingo!  Ha ha! Man, took you 4 years to get that joke. You’re dense as a neutron star, bro,” laughs Robin.

Jeez, I Googled that a teaspoon full of neutron star weighs a billion tons. He sure thinks I am dense stuff!

Speaking of how dense we all are in these Trumpy times, back to 2014, two full years before America lost it’s sense of humor with Trump’s hostile take over of not just the news world but the comedy world.

One time back in 2015, shortly after Robin’s successful rebirth as a blue whale, as Trump began his run for king of the world, Robin told me over coffee – BTW Robin just cups his hand around the mug for its cafine energy – “Trump gonna win and he’s gonna be HILAAARIOUS as the good old USA’s most un-presidential prez ever.”

Boy, was that whale baby right. Trump did beat the unfunny Hillary. And just look at all these comics covering Trump as regular as the weather here in depressing as hell 2018.

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But, as master of comedy Robin Williams is now shouting at today’s living comics through my keyboard, putting on a Jewish accent, “Oy vey! Enough, funny people! You’re makingme mashugana! The Trump gags are stale as a two week old bagel! Stop beating a dead whale already!  ”

That last message of Robin’s rings so true don’t it? Dozens of comedians riffing on Trump’s every stumble everyday for three friggin’ years stinks like a dead whale stranded on a beach for days. The seagulls picking the carcass apart.

And Robin sadly knows all about dead whales. You see, the busy shipping lanes killed his beloved whale mama in late 2017. Grieving her loss, Robin told me in a vision, on a hike to the Airport vortex, that Mamu’s whale body had washed up on the west coast of Mexico. A few months later, in April of this year, Robin came to me to say his whale life too ended the same way as his poor Mamu.

“Don’t be a bummer, Sheetzorini! Tell your readers not to be blue for the blue whale me!” Robin chirps as I type as fast as man untrained in such can, “The Blue Dolphin Clan gave me the body of one of their brain dead young.”

“How appropriate!” getting a zing in as payback for Robin’s neutron star dig.

Robin pretends not to hear my zinger and goes on, “And I’m ready start teaching the song of joy and laugher to the dolphins now. That is soon as I can figure out where my dolphin dick is. Oh wait.  I’m a girl dolphin now. Holy mackerel!”

Pause for reader laughter Robin tells me.

“No problem, the name Robin works for either gender,” I communicate to his spirit, stalling for time to keep up on the keyboard with his rapid fire mind.

“Guess Nanu swings both ways too. Hey, know what we dolphins think of all the media’s fuss over Trump? Ever hear Flipper laugh in that old TV show?” says Robin doing a tail stand in my mind’s eye.

“You mean like this, Robin?” I say digging up a clip.

“Close enough! – Fun fact. Did you know we beautiful and brilliant dolphins were sentient thousands of eons before human’s discovered how to make fucking fire?”

“Gotta admit, like most humans I believe, we’ve always been the brightest species on the planet,” I type communucate.

“Right. Even though humans work themselves to death to get that newest model gas guzzler causing global warming?” Robin dolphin chuckles.

“Yup, Gottta admit I am looking at a new Jeep at the moment.”

“Think Prius, ya noob.”

“Need a Jeep for the 4-wheel drive for the red rocks, shark bait.”

” Touche. Well do some checks on electric that can off road. Pinkie swear? Not that I have one anymore.”

“Fin swear then. Will do, Robin.”

“Nanu, still Nanu please.  Good because we dolphins warn…” says Robin/Nanu, trying to sound as ominous as young dolphin can,”..that your species needs to stop worrying about one certain old as fuck human being, no matter how fat, orange and nasty. HUGE waste of time. Time your species doesn’t have, BTW. ”

“Why?” I ask.

“Earth’s oceans are running out of fucking oxygen!”

In shock I do a search mid-blog based on Robin’s dire warning and found this video.  If you have 55 minutes it will wise you up in a big way even if the production values are about zilch.

Vindicated about his warning on earth’s diminishing air supply, as well as making me realize how real his visits are, Robin/Nanu grimly continues, “Better you eco-morons focus on saving the oceans, where most of your oxygen is made, than ruminating on how many cheeseburgers Trump can ingest daily without having a coronary!”

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Robin/Nanu bitingly goes on, “Be original, human comics. You’re all lazy as fuck.  Hello!  Comedy 101, you can’t make parodies about of a living one like Trump.”

“Amen, Nanu!”

Nanu Williams rants on, “Get the fuck over the pathetic Trump, funny bones, and get back to your damn job of making people laugh. Save getting political for the biggest joke on the planet… the fucking politicians! Get smart and get the word out earth is running out air instead of spreading hot air. Got it?”

“Got it! Will share, Nanu Williams the blue dolphin!”

“Cool, Kenster.  Williams out!”

Well, the you have it, straight from Robin Williams the newly reincarnated blue dolphin Nanu: Trump is officially no longer hilarious.

The Greatest Danger for and of the Trump Presidency?

Heart attack.

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That’s right.  Heart attack by overeating. And not just for Trump, but I get ahead of myself.

Trump’s dangling a cabinet spot before Dr. Ronnie Jackson’s nose smells of coercion for the rigging of the POTUS’s annual physical. No way Trump tips the scales at a hilarious 239 pounds. Lying about health is not healthy for Donald Trump nor America.

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Dr. Ronnie Jackson, taking medicine to new Birther lows

Karma, in The Donald’s obese case, could lead to… sing it Billy!

Not wishful thinking on my part. I actually want Trump to live out his term or, God forbid, impeachment. I say “God forbid” because can you imagine the wave of conspiracy theories and hard feelings his impeachment would result in? Seriously, it’s not worth booting Trump IMHO if it reboots The Civil War.

Guys, take it from a man who’s meditated far too long on the meaning of Trump showing up so prominently in our lives, it’s pointless to stress over Trump and his childish antics. Even if he lasts 2 full terms, likely at this point if the economy Obama rebuilt he’s coasting on holds. Heck, that’s less than a blink of an eye in the planet’s 5 billion year life so far. All the drama in the 24/7 news cycle every time he tweets some idiocy is just a big old ratings gimmick.

Let’s take a fear that pops up in various forms in liberal media: “Trump and his “deplorables”( according Trump arch nemesis Hilary)  followers are taking us down the road to an American-Nazi regime!”  Hello. America practically invented genocide, wiping out millions of  Native Americans long before the Nazis were even a twinkle in Hitler’s evil eye.

Look on the bright side: Trump looks to be here to ring out the old and stimulate the new into action. That’s if he does not commit suicide by Mac Attack. Give him this, he’s shinning the light, albeit unintentionally, in dark place of the American psyche that needs healing, all the way back to the founding fathers; many of whom were slave owners.

And speaking of liberal overkill on outrage, shame on Samantha Bee for calling Ivanka the C word. Liberals, since the other side of the political family, currently the bad boys, must lead by example, not play in the same mud as Trump. Bee should be fired IMHO.

And while we are getting real, let’s give equal time to conservative mania in the media.  Sorry Trump fans, Jared is not bringing peace to the Middle East, Ivanka is not a champion of women’s rights and no way Trump is to going bully his way to a Nobel in North Korea peace talks.  Off as of this post.

Yeah. Let’s all get really real: Liberals and their Trumped up outrage, and Conservatives, placing Trump on a shaky pedestal founded in wishful thinking, are both wrong! I am lucky enough to call a few billionaires friends and I assure you, all are quite mortal and petty at times. Money does not make anyone smart, which Trump exhibits for us daily.

Why on earth would anyone want to emulate Trump in the first place?  I mean, the overeating, and oversexed old guy is miserable. And it shows from the Michael Cohen clean up reports that Donald all too often pays big time for his sexcapades. The sad result? Trump’s marriage to Melania is a train wreck.

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Off attacks of the heart and back onto heart attacks. Coronaries are simple eating physics: Fatty foods + lack of exercise = stroke or death by clogged arteries. Next, for good measure, toss in Trump’s severe anger issues (a sad sign of the onset of dementia) into the equation and you wonder why the Don’s not already stroked out and drooling in a presidential wheelchair.

Read more at WebMD about the link of anger to heart attacks.

Heck, want proof Dr. Jackson is likely a big fat liar about Trump’s odds of buying the farm before he can undo all of Obama’s legacy? Look no further than Trump’s 2016 doctor, the eccentric Dr. Bornstein. Currently on the outs with Trump for blabbing about the POTUS using propecia for his bald spot(s). Cosmic justice for letting Trump dictate his own 2016 checkup for the enabling Bornstein.

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Election doctor Bornstein confesses that Trump dictated his presidential health report himself.

Now let’s talk about the dozen diet Cokes Trump reportedly drinks daily. Studies show diet drink are bad for the brain and may even cause cancer. Steady use of diet pop can leads to dementia; as this AARP story outlines. The same disorder that killed Regan, Mr. President, if you’re reading. Yeah, right.  As if. LOL.

My theory is Trump’s cannot start his workday until 11AM because his health is so feeble that he spends mornings as a couch potato, watching of the GMO of mind control Fox & Friends, while he drifts in and out of slumber. Here’s a short film on Trump’s shortness of breath example that will leave you breathless.

Now that’s a SAD video.  Unfortunately, I am something of an expert heart failure symptoms because I landed in the hospital for my wakeup call just 10 weeks ago. All brought on by an overeating contest with my love’s millennial. Still what I downed was organic, nothing approaching Trump’s crazy GMO diet.

Just saying, my recent horrors of the heart give me an edge seeing Trump is on the road to ruin. Let me tell you, dear reader, it’s weird as hell to feel your life’s flame get so low in heart failure that a puff of air could blow out your candle. After my wakeup call, complete with an ER visit, my doctor suggested, along with putting me on 6 medications, that I drop 40 pounds to get in optimal cardio shape. My current weight? I am down to 239 pounds from 247. How’s that for a weird coincidence? Difference is I am a real 239, Trump is not.

Scaling up with how I currently look, fatter than I’ve ever been in my life, just as fat as Trump at 239 pounds, but given he’s 3 inches taller than me, my guess is Trump’s true weight is more like 270- 280. Make your guess in comments below as to #Trumpsrealweight. If we ever learn the truth I’ll send the closest guesser a free CoolestMeditationEver.com t-shirt.

We all know Trump has ego issues. That’s why he’s not seeing he is being bad role model for we already obese Americans.  His eating habits are toxic.  Here’s great video here of two people feeling ill effects after just one day of eating like Trump.

Urp!  Now, fans of my planetary meditations, where I delve deep into the real and imagined worlds, might not know that I’ve earned a living from time to time as a paid political humorist. And I have a hit 2000 PBS show that led into the Bush/Gore debates plus a #1 in it’s niche 2008 Amazon DVD to prove it.

But please take me deadly serious when I warn Trump’s bad eating will, by bad example, kill more Americans than anything else he bumbles or blusters his way through during his troubled presidency, short of nuclear war with the equally out of shape Kim Jong Un. Please, fans and friends, especailly ME!, don’t eat like Trump!

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Two leaders who at least have poor eating habits in common. The CIA says Kim Jong Un wants American hamburgers businesses to open in North Korea out of peace talks. — I’m not kidding!

So, what do you think?  Should the GOP seek to reign in Trump’s horrible eating habits to save American lives and to preserve their chance for an 8 year run for their man?

OK. I hear you, dear readers, “Get real, Sheetz. Do you really believe a man who must always have two scoops of ice cream with his desert will ever listen to anything but his own stomach?

— Fat chance.”

The Secret Agenda of Today’s Stupid Shit

For years we’ve been hearing whispers that America is intentionally being dumbed down by the 1% who run the planet. If true, whisper time is over. One look at the news on any day at all the stupid shit happening in DC makes it painfully obvious that the dystopian film “Idiocracy” is coming true a lot sooner than 500 years from now.

The President Camacho for this global dumbing down that America leads with a passion formerly reserved for the space race? Who else?

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Hey, don’t take my word for about Mr.-I-Herby-Demand-the-DOJ-Investigate-the-Meuler-Investigate’s idocracy., Rex Tillerson aptly, Rex described Trump “a fucking moron.”  Lucky for him, Rex lost his job because Trump runs the executive branch like THE APPRENTICE.

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Old saying in the Chicago corporate world I grew up in: First-rate people hire first-rate people. Second-rate people hire third-rate people. Exhibit A of a third-rate hire by our second rate president? Saccharin idiot, Education Secretary Besty Devos. Her mission to dumb down our schools is as transparent as her fake smile.

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Stupid Trump shit goes on daily that infuriates the left, which in turn agitates the right into hating the left for seeing what they don’t see due to their current stupor of a steady diet of the real fake news on Fox & Friends. This generates a negative feedback loop that is rocket fueled by social media, 4AM Distracter In Chief Tweets, Russian trolls, yes, they are still giving America a taste of its own destabilizing foreign powers medicine, all reported ad nauseam by the Trump crazed 24/7 news cycle.

Talk about disturbing to one’s peace of mind! But, ah, my theory, gained by a lot of reading, watching news and meditation, is that none of this stupid shit is accidental. So why is all the Trump fueled anger mongering?

Back to the 1% who are aware that numerous scientific studies have shown human beings lose 10-15 IQ points when angry. Hello dumbing down of the people by the elite using Trump as their champion of dumb!

Now, that you’ve been clued into secret agenda of the elite using Trump as a wet nurse to birth a race of fools – assuming you believe my theory, which dawned on me in yoga meditation BTW – please turn your back on Trump’s 7-year-old temper tantrums until it’s time to vote. Let’s drive the bad guys nuts with our intelligent indifference.

Meanwhile, as we wait to vote in fall of 2018 and again in 2020, here are some great tips from PSYCHOLOGY TODAY’s a 2011 article, one of the sources researched for this blog post to help you stay cool, and therefore smart. The article, worth your read, talks in detail about anger’s draining effect on IQ.

How to Counteract the Brain Freeze and Gain back your IQ Points – Source PSYCHOLOGY TODAY

1. Give your brain a recess.  Think of young kids in school, when the bell rings for recess. They yell and scream with free time. Your mind needs a recess to wander in an unstructured a manner. Often in this recess an idea or solution may emerge to an issue you have been dealing with.

2. Turn off the TV or radio if you aren’t consciously wanting to get news or entertainment. This is so you don’t burn critical brain resources by stimulating a fear response without knowing it.

3Seed your Unconscious. Give your unconscious instructions to work on an issue in the background as you focus on something else.

4. Clear the deck. Focus on something else for awhile or talk to a friend who is positive to change your sense of overwhelm. Allow the prefrontal cortex and your working memory to recharge.

5. Practice a mindfulness exercise. Focus on your breathing or really stay focused on what you are doing in the moment. Feel your body in space as you sit or move. Meditation, yoga, walking or a massage are ways to allow the prefrontal cortex to recharge gain your IQ points back.

Meditation has the power shape our scary reality into something more pleasant and equitable for humanity. Be smart. Trump’s not worthy of your attention.

A better day is coming

 

 

Coolest Ever 40’s Dream!

I had one of the coolest dreams of my life last night. A true mission from spirit from a happier post war America not to lose hope during these turbulent times.

It’s 1948 and I’m backstage at a New York theater. Stage hands and great actors of the past busily rush past me. I see, Bob Hope, Shirley Temple, James Cagney, Liz Taylor, Bogart and Frank Sinatra.

Frank smiles at me and says, “You’re on, Ken. Knock ’em dead.”

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This all seems strange, in the way dreams always do while still perfectly natural at the same time. I adjust my suit, a weird combination of tux top and my old green flannel pajama bottoms. But I have a problem.

“Frank,” I ask nervously, “I gotta find the can. Mind going on for me? You know, hold ’em over while fund the john?  Hate to pee myself onstage!”

“For you, kid? Anything!” Frank says with chuckle as he dives through through curtains to thunderous applause.

I timidly ask Bob Hope as he passes by, “Sorry, Bob. Where’s the can?

“Did a spotlight can fall on your head? Cross your damn legs on get onstage!” Bob says pushing me through the curtains.

The crowd gathered below the stage that’s a balcony on 30 Rock that overlooks Time Square (Hey, it’s a dream!), erupts in applause and laughter as I appear from the curtains in tumble that I raise to my feet. Frank, master of the mic, spins toward me and says with his million watt grin, “Better late than never, ladies and gents, I give Ken Sheetz!”

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I do a funny curtsey bow the crowd appreciates and take the mic from Frank as he pats me on the back and says pointing at my hilarious getup, “Half dressed after just climbing out of bed, Kenny?’

I explain, “Like my outfit, Frank? The tux my love Elizabeth made for me is hand sewn. The green plaid pajama bottoms are from our Christmas film, where people give cash to the poor instead of junk we all don’t need!”

A standing ovation interrupts me from the good-looking happy crowd, dressed in classy winter garments, including an abundance of mink coats. I turn to Frank with shrug. “You’re slaying ’em. Go on, kid!”

“Apologies for being late. Had to grab a pee before coming out here to you good people!” The crowd goes wild with laughter. I find myself wondering out loud, “Why the heck do people always love a good pee joke?” When I spot Bob Hope in the wings, doing a face plant.

I point to Hope and joke, “Bob, I swear to God, if I pee myself in front of this fine crowd and 30 million people on TV it’s all your fault!” Putty in my comedic hands the crowd belly laughs uproariously.

Bob strides from the wings, Oscar in hand, comically looking jealous as he hands it to me, “The bridesmaid again! They Academy fails once again to give Best Actor to yours truly! But I gotta hand it to you, Sheetz. Great job!”

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Franks’s trying to say something, but the laughter and applause of the crowd is so loud that I can’t hear him. So I step for him and lean the mic to hear Frank say in that amazing voice of his…

“Ken’s flick changed a commercially bastardized holiday back to something Jesus would love on his birthday. Kenny deserves way more than an Oscar, he deserves a freaking Nobel!”

Frank kisses me on both cheeks as Hope chimes in, “Huh, kinda like a Noel Nobel, Frank?” Frank nods as he applauds me. The crowd joins in with yet another wild standing ovation just as the “time to get off the Oscar stage music” starts to play softly.

I realize I better get to the “thank yous” pronto, “I want thank all the new friends I made making this film a hit.” I oddly can’t seem to remember the title of the film I suddenly realize to my horror but press on, “I want thank my old friends director Frank Capra, my co-stars Danny Kaye and Jimmy Cagney who gave this film it’s heart and soul.” I gesture to the crowd to see Elizabeth my love blowing me kisses, “Where we would be in life without friends?”

So many loves of my life in the cool crowd I see are waving at me.  I go teary eyed spotting relatives who have passed away. “Most of all I want to thank my buddy Frank Sinatra for believing in me and my work. Peace everyone. Merry Christmas and Happy ’49!”

The echo of the joyous crowd still in my ears, I awake in bed and say to Lincoln our rescue dog, tucked away in his bed in our closet, “Wow. What a great dream, little Lincoln!” Lincoln shoots me a puzzled look and goes back to sleep since it’s only sunrise.

I check my cell phone for one of early morning messages Elizabeth‘s been leaving me each day from the Bahama’s, where she’s about 1/3 through a 5 week kirtan/yoga intensive. But. alas, no message. It takes some of the joy out of the dream as she had a freak head injury just 5 days before she left that’s made the whole thing dicey. But I shake it off the nervousness, still feeling she’s well in the field. 

Update, I was right. Elizabeth simply overslept and is off to yoga. Time for a cup of java and Saturday yoga myself with Sedona’s amazing Naomi C. Rose!