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Re-connection In the DreamShield

Last night I had an extraordinary dream about my estranged daughter, Janelle — the second powerful dream of her I’ve had recently. This one left me overflowing with joy and a quiet, astonishing hope. It felt important to record it here, for myself and for readers who might be navigating similar family fractures or longing for reconciliation.

For context: Janelle was only ten when her mother and I went our separate ways. Becoming a weekend Disneyland Dad was the hardest transition of my life. I did my best, but the distance that forms in those situations — physical, emotional, spiritual — is real and it takes its toll.

Our final break came much later, when she was 31, during a difficult time for my family. My brother was hospitalized, and I became angry when Janelle didn’t want to visit him. In hindsight, my anger was misplaced. He had behaved horribly to her once, on her eighth birthday, and she owed him nothing. My reaction created a rift neither of us has bridged for fourteen years.

All that is the past. Last night’s dream felt like a glimpse of a possible future — one filled with warmth, forgiveness, and the spark of reconnection.


The Dream

I was hiking through a vast parking lot at dusk, the last light of the sun melting behind the horizon. Ahead of me sat a convertible semi-truck cab — top down — with a cosmic paint job swirling like a living galaxy.

From my low angle, I recognized someone in the back seat.

“Janelle?” I called softly.

She hesitated — torn — before her husband Jason asked, “Who’s asking?”

“Her father,” I replied.

Before he could say another word, Janelle answered, “It’s me. I’m coming down.”

She stepped from the truck with a wistful smile, years of distance and love braided together on her face. When she opened her arms, I stepped into an embrace I’ve waited fourteen years for.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered.

“Me too,” she said — a sigh that carried healing.

“Any kids?” I asked.

“A son. Marty.” She pointed toward a seven-year-old playing with other children. He had an unusual hook-shaped nose with a yellow-green tip, but I didn’t comment — only thought maybe that was something I could help her fix someday.

He looked up at me curiously. “Who are you?”

“Your grandfather,” I said proudly.

“What’s a grandfather?” he asked.

“The father before your father,” I told him. “A grand one.”

Janelle chuckled — and just hearing her laugh again, even in a dream, was a gift.

When I woke, the clock glowed 3:30 AM — my old Antarctica alarm clock still ticking faithfully after all these years. Elizabeth was sound asleep. I held the dream to my heart for an hour before sharing it with her at dawn.


ChatGPT Dream Analysis

To gain some distance I asked ChatGPT to explore the deeper meaning of this dream. What follows is its interpretation, which resonated with me:


1. Dusk and the Parking Lot — A Liminal Space

Dusk is the threshold between clarity and mystery.
A parking lot is a place of pause, not permanence.

Together they signal:
You are in a transitional moment with Janelle.
A chapter where something new can begin.


2. The Cosmic Convertible Semi — A Vehicle of Destiny

A semi truck symbolizes strength, endurance, and long-haul journeys.
A convertible symbolizes openness.
The cosmic paint job symbolizes DreamShield energy — guidance, timing, alignment.

This suggests that your reconnection may not come from force, but from timing and openness guided by something larger than both of you.


3. Janelle’s Hesitation — And Her Choice

Her torn look reflects her real internal conflict — longing mixed with fear.

Jason’s protective “Who’s asking?” embodies past boundaries and old wounds.

But grace enters here:

Janelle overrides him.
She chooses connection.

I’m coming down” symbolizes stepping down from emotional distance into equal ground.


4. The Embrace — Pure Heart

Dream embraces bypass ego entirely. They are emotional truth.

Her sighing “Me too” is your psyche showing you the possibility — and desire — for reconciliation.


5. Marty — The Lineage Reawakening

His unusual nose is symbolic, not literal:

  • Yellow-green: healing, growth, renewal
  • Hook shape: something catching and pulling you into family again

Your instinct to “help fix it’’ reflects your desire to heal the generational storyline.

His innocence — “What’s a grandfather?” — gives you the chance to reclaim your role with humor and warmth.


6. Waking at 3:30 AM — The Hour of Intuition

This is when the subconscious speaks loudest.

Your Antarctic clock links this dream to the spiritual clarity you gained on 12.12.12 — the sense that the universe sometimes speaks in symbols, timing, and dreams.


The Deeper Meaning

According to the interpretation, this dream reflects:

  • your readiness for forgiveness
  • your longing to heal generational wounds
  • your hope for reconnection
  • Janelle’s place returning to the center of your inner world
  • the possibility — not fantasy — of real-world reunion

It is a dream not of memory, but of potential.

The message beneath it:

“Prepare your heart.
The story with Janelle is not over.”


From Personal Healing to National Healing

And I’m back. As I sat with this dream, I realized something deeper:
the reconnection I hope for with my daughter mirrors the reconnection hope of many of us our country.

We are a nation estranged from ourselves.
MAGA and liberal America have become like family members who no longer speak, who assume the worst, who carry old wounds in silence.

But if a father and daughter separated for fourteen years can find their way back to one another — even in the symbolic landscape of a dream — then maybe a country can too.

Dreams show what the heart still believes is possible.

And my heart believes reconciliation — personal and political — is still within reach.

May we all find our way back to each other.
One embrace at a time.

Especially for me and Janelle who is an amazing huger and who I badly want Elizabeth to meet.

New Ken Sheetz Series – Remembering Patrick Flanagan

I am thrilled to announce the launch of a very special series from our archives and hearts:
Remembering Patrick Flanagan — series honoring one of the most brilliant visionary minds the world has ever known.

Twelve years ago, I had the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to film Patrick for what became our viral web series The Flanagan Experiments — 50 videos that explored his genius inventions, wild ideas, and boundless curiosity. This was before “biohacking” was a trend and before tech and spirit fully converged like they are today.

Now, after years of focus on our meditation films, political satire and bringing you CoolestTechEver.com, Elizabeth, my co-producer and love, and I are opening the vault — and our hearts — to bring you the behind-the-scenes stories, lost footage, and intimate reflections on what it was like to create this magical series with genius Patrick and his beloved Stephanie.

In the first two posts, I share the wild journey that got me to Chichén Itzá to film Patrick at the end of the Mayan calendar — guided by a vision, saved by a PayPal glitch, and clothed in nothing but determination (and a symposium T-shirt 😅).

You can read the first two posts it here:

👉 Sedona Bonding
👉 Journey Back from the End of the World

Each week I’ll release a new story, memory, or clip. I hope these spark your imagination, make you laugh, maybe even make you cry, and remind you of how much one brilliant soul can impact the world.

Patrick may be gone from this Earth…
…but his frequency is still very much with us. And I hope I am just one of many people who come forward with stories of their personal experiences in working with this one of kind genius.

Godless Christianity

There’s a new brand of so-called Christianity in America, one that bears no resemblance to the teachings of Christ. It thrives on cruelty, power, and greed—wrapped in the language of faith but devoid of its core: love. I call it Godless Christianity.

Elon Musk, Donald Trump, and their enablers have weaponized religion, twisting it into a blunt instrument for their culture war. They exploit Christianity not as a faith of compassion but as a tool for division and control. The result?

  • Mothers are dying because GOP lawmakers, emboldened by Trump’s anti-choice crusade, have stripped women of proper abortion and natal care.
  • 70 million people are going hungry because Musk-Trump-style governance prioritizes tax cuts for billionaires over U.S. foreign aid.
  • The elderly and disabled are at risk as Medicaid and Social Security—lifelines for millions—are gutted under GOP economic policies.
  • Allies are pushed away while authoritarians are embraced, shattering the global stability that true Christian ideals of peace and cooperation would seek to uphold.
  • Truth itself is under attack as lies become political strategy, propaganda replaces journalism, and our institutions cower in the face of rising fascism.

This is not Christianity. This is power-hungry nationalism draped in a cheap, tattered religious cloak.

A Christianity Without Christ

Even if you’re not religious, you might have grown up, like me, admiring the radical kindness at the heart of Christ’s teachings. Feed the hungry. Heal the sick. Love thy neighbor. Welcome the stranger. But Musk, Trump, and their movement have discarded these values in favor of a new golden calf: unchecked wealth and cruelty-as-strength.

How did we get here?

Christianity was hijacked. When Trump’s MAGA preachers declared him “God’s chosen one,” they didn’t mean he embodied Christ’s love and humility. They meant he embodied raw, unapologetic power—a false idol in an Armani suit. And Elon Musk, who openly mocks the idea of compassion, has built a techno-libertarian dystopia where empathy is a weakness, and the only virtue is self-interest.

The Nazi Playbook—Revived

This is not a new trick. Hitler also hid behind the cross. He weaponized Christianity to justify atrocities, declaring himself the defender of “true” German faith while turning it into a tool of state power. His version of religion wasn’t about love or moral integrity—it was a smokescreen for hate, violence, and absolute control.

And Musk? Look at the receipts. He gave a Sieg Heil salute at Trump’s inauguration. That wasn’t an accident. That was a signal. A nod to a playbook we’ve seen before—one where religion is stripped of its morality and transformed into a political cudgel for fascism.

But this strategy can only work if we let it.

Stop Bending the Knee to Fascism

We’ve seen too many institutions—the GOP, the media, and major corporations—cave to the rise of fascism in America. They bend the knee for profit, out of fear, or in some misguided belief that they can “ride the storm out.”

  • The GOP has surrendered to authoritarianism, swapping policy for personality cultism.
  • The media amplifies fascist propaganda, treating it as just another “perspective” rather than exposing it as the existential threat it is.
  • Corporations fund the very people dismantling democracy, selling out their own future for short-term gain.

This is cowardice. It is complicity. And it must stop.

Returning to True God-Based Ideals

Whether we follow Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, or simply a moral code rooted in human decency, we have to reclaim the true values of faith.

  • Love over hate. Not the false “love” that hides behind political dog whistles, but the love that actually cares for people’s lives.
  • Compassion over cruelty. If a policy causes suffering, it’s not of God, no matter what a corrupt politician says.
  • Generosity over greed. The billionaires hoarding wealth and cutting aid are the Pharisees of our time. Call them out.
  • Humility over arrogance. No leader is above morality. No political movement is beyond question.
  • Truth over lies. A lie repeated a thousand times is still a lie. Stop letting fascists define reality.
  • Boycott all religious leaders putting politics on the pulpit.

America needs a spiritual renaissance, but not one built on fear and exclusion. It needs a return to the core ethical principles that unite people of all faiths (and even the faithless) in a shared commitment to justice, kindness, and truth.

If we let Musk and Trump redefine what it means to be Christian, then Christianity itself dies—replaced by something hollow, something heartless, something Godless.

And that, my friends, is a reality worth fighting against.

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Reality Check: The Mental Collapse of Trump’s Biggest Fans

Reality is breaking MAGA. You can see it in the wild-eyed desperation of New Age Trump-Musk disciples, clinging to conspiracy theories like life rafts in a storm of their own making because they hate vaccines. Forget the democracy debate for a second—two parties pretending to hate each other while serving the same oligarchs was never real democracy anyway. But what we did have was a stable illusion, a functioning fantasy where elections were at least entertaining and life didn’t change much regardless of who won.

Then Trump came along. The first lifelong criminal to take the Oval Office. A man whose entire existence has been a pyramid scheme, a fraud, a grift. And Musk? A billionaire leech who saw an opening to feed off the chaos and took it. Together, they’ve broken something fundamental in people—the ability to see reality without flinching.

And now, the coping mechanisms are getting insane.

On SMM Elizabeth my wife Elizabeth — who runs our website CoolestTechEver.com that caters to the New Age community we met while filming Dr. Patrick Flanagan — has been seeing New Age individual s who used to preach enlightenment—cracking under the weight of their own bad choices. Instead of admitting they fell for the Russian Trump scam, they’re spinning wild tales about spirit guides getting hijacked and “faker” entities leading them astray. Because, of course, it couldn’t be that they themselves made a terrible choice. No, it has to be dark forces at work! Interdimensional trickery! The spiritual equivalent of “the dog ate my homework.”

Meanwhile, Musk plays both sides like a casino dealer. One hand, he’s pretending to be the tech visionary free speech warrior. The other, he’s cozying up to dictators, silencing dissent, and building a playground for neo-fascists. And somehow, somehow, the same people who once claimed to “question authority” and “see through illusions” are now eating up his every lie.

And Trump? Bottomless corruption. Let’s just list the latest hits:

  • Abandoning Ally Ukraine
  • Stealing GAZA frpm Palestinians for Trump resorts
  • Threatening to invade Canada (Canada? Really? What, did Trudeau hurt his feelings?)
  • Claiming he’ll pull the U.S. out of the EU (which we were never a member of, but hey, details are for losers)
  • Promoting his own meme coin
  • Collecting bribes via lawsuits
  • Offering the Ultimate Grift: the $5 Million Gold Card

Ah yes, the Gold Card, Trump’s latest scam—a glorified frequent felon membership that gets you absolutely nothing except bragging rights in a dying cult. Five million dollars to pretend you’re in the inner circle of a man who wouldn’t cross the street to spit on you if you were on fire.

It’s all one giant, soul-sucking con, and the mental toll is real. People who voted for this madness, who bought into the Musk-Trump mythology, are now losing their damn minds trying to justify it. The truth is too much: that they voted for genocide in Gaza so Musk’s cronies can turn it into a hotel strip. That they voted for rapists to have more rights than their victims. That they backed a mob boss who sees them as nothing more than marks.

But here’s the thing about living in denial: it’s exhausting. The lies compound. The mental contortions twist tighter. And at some point, reality comes crashing down.

And that’s where hope still exists.

If you voted for Trump, you can still take the off-ramp. Do it now. Admit you were hearing what you wanted to hear, that you wanted to believe in the tough-guy act, the outsider narrative, the “America First” lie. Admit you’ve been a fool—but that you’ve seen the error of your ways.

You’ll be amazed at how welcome you’ll be back on the side of sanity.

And if we unite? If enough of us wake up and stand together?

We can stop Trump. But it will take more than votes. It will take the biggest protests and acts of civil disobedience this country has ever seen. The kind of resistance that shakes the ground beneath the feet of tyrants.

Because if we don’t, the collapse we’re witnessing will only get worse. And no amount of meditations or positive thinking is going to save us. We all make mistakes. If Trump was yours get over it and get over it. You made a mistake. I regret falling for Reagan’s lies almost daily. We all make mistake. Right now we need to get over Trump and unite to fight a literal Musk led Nazi coup! Get off your phone or PC and march… while you still can.

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One Week After the End of America

The farcical title of this blog might sound alarmist, but let’s be real—Trump’s latest political stunt is an apocalypse of his own making, not ours. “The End of America” isn’t happening because Trump is back in the spotlight with his fantasy of a gilded, authoritarian empire. It’s happening in the minds of those who fell for his hollow promises and unrelenting lies. And let’s not kid ourselves: this isn’t about a man returning to power. It’s about fear, division, and a desperate attempt to rewrite the rules of democracy.

But here’s the catch: it’s only half the country.

The other half of America? Still standing. Still fighting. Still anchored in truth, empathy, and hope. And let me tell you, hope is a stubborn thing. It doesn’t crumble as easily as a Twitter lie or dissolve under the weight of fake promises. Hope is the quiet force that builds, even when chaos is at its loudest.

What Trump 2.0 Actually Represents

If Trump’s second act has taught us anything in this first week of his so-called “return,” it’s that he’s not leading a movement. He’s clinging to an illusion. His lies about election fraud, immigrants, and “woke mobs” are the desperate moves of a man terrified of irrelevance. Sure, the MAGA crowd is cheering, but deep down, they’re being cheated, too. He’s playing their fears like a fiddle, and the orchestra? Russian bots and media outlets hungry for clicks.

But here’s what Trump 2.0 doesn’t want you to see: his power is a fragile, rickety house of cards. And our collective action, our resilience, is the gust of wind that can bring it all down.

Hope Lives in the Resistance

One week in, and already the cracks are showing. Protests are swelling. Journalists are digging deeper. Leaders from across the aisle—yes, even Republicans with spines!—are starting to speak up. The courts, despite their flaws, are standing firm against some of his wildest schemes. And the people? Oh, we’re wide awake now. We’re not falling for the “Make America Great Again” con job a second time.

In fact, hope shines brightest in the little acts of defiance that happen every day:

  • Teachers refusing to whitewash history.
  • Journalists exposing his corruption with receipts.
  • Voters organizing in record numbers, gearing up for every election like it’s the Super Bowl of democracy.
  • Families coming together to have uncomfortable but necessary conversations at dinner tables.

Hope Is a Choice

It’s easy to feel defeated right now. I won’t sugarcoat it—Trump 2.0 is exhausting. He’s like a bad sequel no one asked for, dragging us back into the drama when all we want is to move on. But here’s the thing about hope: it’s not passive. It’s active. It’s a choice we make every day, to believe in the possibility of something better.

Hope doesn’t mean sticking our heads in the sand or ignoring the challenges ahead. It means recognizing our power to change the narrative. It means fighting for truth, lifting each other up, and building bridges where Trump is burning them.

What Comes Next

One week in, and we’ve already seen that Trump’s America is not inevitable. The other half of the country is alive, kicking, and determined to rebuild. Our democracy is wounded, sure, but it’s far from dead. We’ve weathered storms before—some far darker than this—and we’ve come out stronger. And there are some things to be optimistic about as to how they will erode his slim base.

  1. Egg prices are going up under his dumb as dirt tariffs.
  2. Latinos for Trump are seeing he’s an ingrate.
  3. He’s already golfed 27 of his time in office.

So let’s not call Trump’s win by the GOP throwing out 7 million votes “The End of America.” Let’s call it what it really is: the beginning of a new fight. A fight for truth. A fight for justice. A fight for the soul of this nation, where we finally decide, once and for all, that no man, no lie, and no empire of deceit is greater than the collective power of people who refuse to give up.

Hope isn’t just alive—it’s thriving. And as long as we keep choosing it, no amount of Trumpism can ever truly win.

America isn’t ending. It’s just beginning to wake up and the brave acting Republicans are in fact frightened little boys.

We’ve created two places to keep you in the good fight.

TrumpsFeverDream.com – a political sci-fi satire where the Biden of another universe locks up Trump.

PoliticalCoolDown.com – home to a dozen meditations to cool you down and give you cosmic perspective.

12 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF MY TRIPPY ANTARCTICA TRIP

It’s 12 years since I was in Antarctica. I wrote this to celebrate.

Welcome, brave traveler, to the dreamscape of Antarctica—a world of endless white, shimmering ice, and secrets long buried beneath the frost. Close your eyes, take a deep breath in, and let the cold, crisp air of imagination fill your lungs. Exhale slowly, releasing the warmth of everyday worries, and feel yourself descend into the vast, glacial stillness. The ice beneath your feet is ancient, older than nations, older than history. With each step forward, you’re walking deeper into the unknown.

You’re not alone. Nope, not just you and the penguins anymore. Something—no, someone—is watching. No need to be afraid. It’s a presence both curious and kind. Like that feeling you get when you’re sure a cat’s staring at you from across the room. You’re being seen but not judged.

Look ahead. Do you see that faint glow through the foggy air? It’s not sunlight. It’s a soft, cerulean blue, pulsing like a distant heartbeat. Draw closer, step by step, each crunch of the ice beneath you like a drumbeat marking a grand reveal.

As you approach, the fog clears, and there it is—a magnificent entrance carved into the side of a glittering ice wall. The shape is unmistakably deliberate. Smooth edges. Symmetry. No way nature did this on her own. Your heart thumps, half-excited, half-disbelieving. Could it be? An actual ET base?! You’re not the type to jump to conclusions, but c’mon, this is pretty hard to deny.

Stepping inside, the air shifts. Warmer. Softer. Like walking into a cathedral where the silence is its own kind of music. The blue glow intensifies, illuminating sleek, smooth walls that almost seem to hum as you walk by. You’re suddenly aware of just how tall the ceilings are. Your eyes drift upward, and that’s when you see them.

Whoa.

Eight feet tall. Blue skin that shimmers like the northern lights. They’re elegant, with elongated features that seem wise, ancient, and—dare I say it—kind of fashionable. One of them tilts their head in curiosity. You’re struck by the sheer coolness of it all. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re thinking, “I’m gonna have a heck of a story to tell when I wake up.” One of them raises a hand, long fingers stretching out toward you. It’s not a ‘take me to your leader’ vibe. It’s more like, “Welcome home, friend. We’ve been waiting.”

You step forward, slowly raising your own hand. As your fingertips meet, it’s like touching a current of pure peace. Warmth. Familiarity. It’s as if they know you, like this meeting was always supposed to happen. They don’t speak with words, but you understand them.

“We’ve seen you before, traveler of dreams,” they’re saying, though not with mouths. It’s all feeling. “Long ago in a place you called Italy. You saw us then as you see us now. And now you’ve come to us once more.”

Your jaw drops. They know about Italy?! You’re tempted to blurt out, “Yeah, yeah, I’m that guy! You’re talking about me, right?” But before you can say anything, they’re already laughing—not with sound, but with waves of joy rippling through you.

“We’ve been with you on your journey,” they say. “From the ice, from the stars, from every place where imagination dares to dream.” Their words—well, thoughts—flood your mind with memories of your Antarctic adventure. You’re reminded of that still, quiet moment on the ice, surrounded by nothing but penguins and endless white. You’d felt it then, didn’t you? That extra something watching from beyond the veil.

Yeah, you’re nodding now. You knew it all along. More than penguins. Always more than penguins.

They’re inviting you now. Deeper into the base. As you follow, you notice small, glowing orbs hovering around you like curious fireflies. Each one flickers with a faint blue glow, zipping back and forth, playing with your hair like mischievous little sprites. It’s oddly charming. You’re half-expecting one of them to shout, “Tag! You’re it!”

They lead you into a grand chamber filled with technology so advanced it looks more like art than machinery. Smooth, fluid designs with no hard edges. Everything looks like it’s grown, not built. One of the taller beings gestures toward a central pedestal. A soft, pulsing glow rises from it. You’re drawn toward it like it’s calling your name.

You’re invited to place your hands on it. And why not? You’ve come this far. Your palms meet the surface, and suddenly—

Flash!

Memories flood you. Every moment of doubt. Every time you questioned your path. All those moments dissolve in a wave of laughter—not from them, but from you. It’s like you’re looking at your own story from a higher vantage point, and suddenly it’s clear. All of it. The detours. The “coincidences.” The paths you thought were dead ends. Turns out, it was all leading you here.

One of the blue beings smiles knowingly. “12 years, traveler. You’ve done well. Celebrate it. It’s no small thing to walk this path.”

You’re laughing now, tears of joy running down your face. “Twelve years, huh? Yeah, I guess I’ve earned this.” You’re suddenly flooded with gratitude—not just for them but for you. For every choice you made, even the ones that felt like mistakes. You’re finally seeing it for what it was: growth.

They’re clapping now, or at least their version of clapping. The orbs twirl around you, faster and faster, and suddenly it’s a full-blown celebration. Music (or something like it) reverberates through the room. The blue beings smile with pride. “Dance, traveler. You’ve earned it.”

And so you do. You dance like nobody’s watching. Except they’re totally watching, and they’re cheering you on. It’s a victory lap through 12 wild, weird, wonderful years. You’re moving with joy and freedom like a penguin on ice with zero cares in the world.

The glow intensifies, filling your vision with light. You’re back now, still feeling that rhythm in your chest. The ground beneath you is firm once again, but you’re changed. The air feels crisper. The world feels wider. As you open your eyes, you’re smiling like someone who’s just been let in on the universe’s best-kept secret.

Twelve years. And just like that, you’re ready for the next adventure.

Welcome back, brave traveler. You’ve seen more than penguins today. And you’ll never see yourself the same way again.

Celebrating the Biggest Migration in Human History

My wife and partner in all things, Elizabeth England,couldn’t be happier that I’m off X because it has become so overwhelmingly negative that it made me into a grouch way too often. Honestly, making the leap to Bluesky might have saved my marriage. Now, I’m thrilled to be part of the largest migration in human history, building something better with millions of others on Bluesky.

2024 will go down in history as the year humanity collectively said, “Enough is enough!” Millions of people packed up our digital lives and joined the greatest migration in human history—not across continents, but across platforms. The mass exodus from X (let’s face it, the X is for toxic) to the vibrant, inclusive world of Bluesky is a testament to the power of community and the human desire for a better way to connect.

For years, X (formerly Twitter) was a digital town square—a place for witty banter, breaking news, and the occasional heated debate. But then came the X era, and with it, a suffocating cloud of chaos. Misinformation spread like wildfire, hate speech flourished under the guise of “free speech. For many, the tipping point was the unchecked disinformation that began to feel less like negligence and more like a deliberate strategy.

Enter Bluesky. With its clean design, decentralized ethos, and commitment to fostering a healthier online environment, it became the beacon of hope for the digitally disenfranchised. Unlike X, where algorithms reward outrage and bots amplify division, Bluesky prioritizes authenticity, collaboration, and user control. It’s a breath of fresh air for anyone tired of the toxic fumes X has been spewing into the digital atmosphere.

The migration to Bluesky isn’t just about rejecting X; it’s about embracing a new vision for social media. Bluesky represents a return to what we loved about online communities in the first place: meaningful connections, thoughtful dialogue, and a space where creativity can thrive.

And the numbers? Staggering. In just a few months, Bluesky has grown from a whisper of hope to a booming metropolis of voices. Artists, writers, activists, and everyday people are carving out their new corners of the internet, rebuilding what Musk tried to destroy.

I’m celebrating this migration with this new video not just as a rejection of what went wrong but as a bold step toward what can be. Bluesky proves that people want more than just a platform; they want a community that reflects their values, supports their aspirations, and uplifts their voices.

I’m so thrilled to be on Bluesky that I made this video to celebrate the biggest migration in human history.

Walking away from tens of millions of impressions and thousands of fans on X was a hard thing to do. But we ex-Xers all seem to be finding each other on Bluesky and the happiness we all feel is uplifting as it gets. I’m also on Threads now but I am enjoying Bluesky more. Here’s to the biggest migration in human history—proof that when enough people believe in something better, they can build it together. Whether you’ve already made the leap or are still considering it, the message ishttp://@ https://bsky.app/profile/kensheetz.bsky.social clear: the sky’s the limit, and it’s looking very blue.

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The Return of Orginal Megahydate!

In 2012 I performed a series 24 meditations called “The Coolest Meditation Ever: Antarctica 12.12.12.” All starting at 12.12 PM on the shores of the 7th continent, all performed on that powerful date of 12s. I would not have made it to Antarctica without the support of my biggest donor to my crowd funder, Dr. Patrick Flanagan, a bastion of the conscious community and a scientist featured in LIFE MAGAZINE.

Upon my return to LA, with a stop to film Patrick at an end of the Mayan calendar event in Chichen Itza, Mexico, Patrick and I would collaborate to make a series of 50 videos about his amazing inventions. Broadcast on YouTube the series became and instant hit and garnered 25 million views from his many fans across the planet.

And in the process of filming him and producing the videos Pat and I became great friends and collaborators again in 2014 on my creating a crowd funder for his brain boosting Neurophone, raising $1.6 million. The doctor’s unexpected passing in 2019 has been hard on all of us who love him, especially his amazing wife and partner Stephanie Sutton. For over 4 years now she has, with the help of her amazing staff, kept Dr. Flanagan’s legend alive through the company he founded in 1987, PhiSciences.

And so its with no small pleasure I share PhiSciences announcement to bring back the Original Megahydrate in April, just as Patrick formulated it. Here’s the video I made of Patrick in 2013 explaining the secrets behind the hydration supplement Megahydrate that some have called “the only you need.”

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Here’s the link to get you Original Megahydate at a special price of 15% off at our sister site, made exactly made as Patrick at the intended it and as he speaks of in the video. Your purchases support our meditations for a better tomorrow and our curating the Coolest Tech Ever as well as Pat’s beloved Stephanie’s carrying on his legacy of PhiSciences! How often do you get to support three great causes for one 15% off price?

Full Disclosure

Enjoy a taste of the new introduction I am creating with the help of my love and my new co-producer Elizabeth England.  I am not sure it’s going to work better than my current version; where you meet Ohom, my inter-dimensional guide from the world Nektar in meditation 11.

I am looking for your thoughts about meeting Ohom in the opening intro to THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12.

Vision of Planetary Eco-Meditation

EXT. OUTERSPACE – ETERNAL NIGHT

We pass through a cosmic cloud. KEN Hi, I’m Ken Sheetz, host and filmmaker of THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12. 12. Strange sound/image.

KEN

In earlier versions of this film I worried sharing that my main collaborator on this project — a telepathic space traveler named Ohom, O_H_O_M — might scare some viewers off.

OHOM

Or perhaps you worry a businessman who’s built skyscrapers and Oprah’s Harpo studios who talks to brings from other dimensions might be perceived as a… what is the human term?

KEN

Crackpot?

OHOM

I was thinking more like “visionary”.

KEN

First time Ohom ever bugged me was in a yoga hall in Italy in 2010.

OHOM

Shocked though he was by my 7 foot tall blue skinned insectoid visage —

KEN

Actually, Ohom you disguised yourself as a blue angel.

OHOM

No, Ken.  Your mind was simply not ready to accept my highly evolved  insect race. So your mind chose a comfortable image for me from your childhood memories as a Catholic.

KEN

Yeah, that might have popped my cork seeing you look like a cross between a dragonfly and a 7 foot tall blue skinned human.

OHOM

The Hopi, Egyptians, Indians and accepted us in many blue skinned forms.

KEN

Well, it would take me talking to my friend Barnet Bain, who produced WHAT DREAMS MAY COME and other greats like scientist Patrick Flanagan before I would accept talking to you is a gift not a curse.

END A TASTE OF NEW INTRO.

 

 

Coolest Ever Prizes Raises Marketing Bar

Face it, my fellow humans born with egos, besides people in a forest there are a lot of other creatures always present to hear a tree fall; birds, deer, bears, dwarves, elves, fairies, other trees, etc. But a film that never reaches an audience is far quieter than the proverbial witness-free tree.

The flood of films with big stars and name directors competing for filmgoers’ pocketbooks against an independent filmmaker/self-distributor like me is beyond daunting. Even virtual venues like YouTube, Vimeo, Itunes, Facebook, Amazon and more are flooded with content. Just looking at Youtube alone, over 300 hours of new content is loaded per minute.

To get that last stat of 300 hours of new content added per minute per day to sink in, think of it this way: If a person devoted all their waking hours to being current on just one minute of new YouTube content it would take that viewer 3 weeks of dawn to dusk viewing. Accomplished only by eating all their meals at the computer screen and using a bed pan for rest room breaks.

Getting the grim picture for independent content creators? So the only solution to getting an important film like THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12 out to as many hearts and souls as possible is an ample ad and marketing budget.

Let’s back up for a minute. Why is this experimental meditation film, made on a shoestring budget and filmed in Antarctica in 2012, important for people to see? Simple. The film, a collection of 24 meditations, all done 9 days in advance of the end of the Mayan calendar, set intentions for evolution human consciousness. When people see the movie it’s an anchoring-in and activation.

That’s the serious “Why?” The film is a paradoxically whimsical creation that strives not take itself too seriously.

telepathic penguin

Back to the topic at hand. Ads cost big money and are the only way to get this movie out to the world. Next, crowd funding is the only way to fund our ads budget, as no studio is going to be interested in a movie about a man having visions of ETs that pestered him in dreams all the way to Antarctica by 12.12.12 to head the Mayan calendar off at the pass. But crowd funding is a swollen field too as there are so many wonderful independent films out there.

My solution? Copy the PBS, where I had a prime time show air in 2000, fund raising model of giving valuable prizes for support dollars. When I came up with this idea, after much wringing of hands, late 2015, in the week between Xmas and New Year’s, little did I realize I would attract not one but three giants of spirit science to grant us products from their lines to offer as prizes.

The result for The Coolest Meditation Ever is the most successful pre-launch for film crowd funder to date I know about.  I am pleased to report that our snowball approach grows our ads war chest daily. Contributors are loving prizes from scientist Patrick Flanagan, sonic healer Jonathan Goldman and cosmic coach James Wanless.

Adding luster to our coolest ever prize packages is the fact all contributions to our film starting late last year are tax deductible! This is thanks to my soulmate Elizabeth England who, in addition to connecting me to James Wanless, introduced me to Carol Dean of From the Heart Productions who became our fiscal sponsor and presto tax deductible prizes.

BTW, read about how this project actually helped bring about Elizabeth and I becoming a couple with some help from the ET spirit Ohom.

You can see our trailer and learn about all the coolest prizes from our titans of spirit science. Cool thing is all prizes are available right now, well in advance of our 4.4.16 crowd funder launch on Indiegogo, at CoolestMeditationEver.com