Trump the Golden Calf

Can you feel it? America is having the saddest 4th of July weekend ever.

Most of all we Yankee Doddle Doers are sad to be leading the developed nations, and many of the undeveloped nations of the world, in the outbreak of Covid-19 and resulting deaths. And for reality deniers like our divider in chief, the 19 stands for 2019, a 19 when the corona virus that would knock America on its fast food inflamed fat ass like an asteroid strike. Only this asteroid hit is like watching an amateur soccer match at 1000 frames per second.

My heart sank Friday night as I watched the Trump speech at Rushmore on FOX NEWS. Basically, Trump took a page from one his favorite books, this according to Ivana’s divorce testimony, MEIN KAMPF. Watching Trump insanely trying to link Mt. Rushmore to the protection of Confederate statues, erected as a hostile subjugating message to African Americans during the Jim Crow and anti-civil rights eras, was physically and spiritually nauseating. Perhaps knowing he’s lost the elections — if it’s done legally — Trump’s speech, surely written by White Supremacist Stephen Miller, sought to drive a wedge of lies deep into the hearts and souls of his far-right base proclaiming, “If Trump can’t have America no one will!”

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As I dictated pained observations into my phone recorder, while the crowd of unmasked super spreaders cheered, my wife Elizabeth did financial reports for film funding magicians FROM THE HEART PRODUCTIONS, while keeping half an eye on Trump. Alas, such multi-tasking is not possible for me. It was then we both noticed Trumps makeup had more gold coloration in his bronzer than usual.

Gold Calf

I sighed to Elizabeth, “Trump’s made himself into a golden god for his peeps. How I wish his brainwashed and conned fans could see he’s more like the golden calf false idol in the Bible that the lost followers of Moses fell for.” And the more I thought of it, the more I could see the sadness of what’s happened to the evangelical and New Age community can be likened to worshiping that famed false golden calf come to life. And a fatted calf at that.

A little background how I got here. I’ve enjoyed the New Age movement since writing a screenplay back around the turn of the millennium for a pilot called EVERYTHING I WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM SITCOMS.  The sitcom, written with my fiancee of the time a successful Canadian filmmaker and one of the top ten line producers in Hollwyood, centers on my fictional creation Dr. Robert Trainer, an alternative medicine hypnotherapist who sends people into old TV sitcoms to role play with the greats of black and white broadcasts that live on in our collective consciousness. TV and radio waves from these old shows is even now rippling out into deep space and they, for good or ill, will be some of the first images of use received by alien cultures of who we are.

Unfortunately, the bound to be a hit pilot we wrote never got off the launch pad because the networks deemed it a rights clearance nightmare. I argued it would be worth the trouble, but Hollywood’s elite are not into debates. As it turned out my study of the New Age movement did peak my curiosity in the Shift as it was called back them and its eccentric and beautiful people. Several years later I became fully exposed to the New Age community firsthand in in my film work during the depths of the Great Recession of 2008-2012. It was then that I made some real life New Age friends while filming some of the top players LA’s spirit community. I liked a lot of what they said about the future we were heading.  Ah, those were the good old days. Today the New Age community like the rest of America is split into Trump supporters and those of us how feel we are holding to the original values of a better tomorrow for everyone regardless of race or creed.

Eventually, I had my own New Age awakening while on film assignment in 2010 in Italy. I swear there was booze or drugs of any kind involved when I saw three angels that fateful May 5th. These were 7 foot tall blue ET angels to be precise.  This power and majesty that’s never left me in awe, all happened before my eyes alone in a yoga hall during a mass healing from Gulia of Santa Maria Del Sol. And I have been connecting to these thought traveling ETs for over 10 years now, and these three beings call themselves Ohom, an acronym for Open Hear Open Mind.

As always, I allow the possibility that Ohom, who I see at times as my higher hive self, is simply my own powerful and highly playful imagination at work. You see, I am not one of those New Agers who pretend to know it all. In fact, I really don’t call myself a New Ager as my consciousness work is a of blend of the old world and the new to come. Awakening at age 57 explains part of that fact. Plus what I feel is the earth manifesting a new group of trustworthy elders for the awakening of humanity.

I don’t really know or pretend to what my awakening is all about. One where I learned the power of love and brotherhood. I only know I am awake to the plight of humanity’s enslavement to the almighty dollar, a world choking on greed and pollution, a dumbed-down intellect that can no longer see truth, and that I am here to make my own small contribution to the real Great Awakening. Yes, the real Great Awakening, not the catchy title the Q psyop has sought to steal for it’s own nafarious purposes.

Looking on the bright and dark side of these strange times both at once, there’s little reason to fear a full blown civil war in a country that’s still so subservient to the ways of the white patriarchy. Nope, we Yanks are too comfortable, left and right, with our luxuries and toys to actually rebel IMHO.

Nor do I believe that violence ever leads to good. Still, Elizabeth and I support the imperfect #BlackLivesMatter with donations and free social media from BuzzBroz because our police need to rise to serving people of all colors and creed equally. In the words of the great Martin Luther King…

“We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor, it must be demanded by the oppressed.

The BLM protests are forcing long overdue change to happen. That change is small now but will grow greatly if the GOP can be pushed aside in the vote come November. Today’s protests are largely peaceful. Yes, things have gotten out of control at times. But an open heart will tell you that’s understandable given our black brothers and sisters seek to overcome 400 years a racial repression by our white Christian patriarchy. This generates a black anger that’s nearly impossible to contain.

Despite my firm belief that America is not heading for a new civil war some Q and Trump people want,  make no mistake that the agitators both within and without the country are a danger to the heart and soul of this country.

My advice as a newly awakened elder is that instead of overly chastising our brothers and sisters in the New Age and evangelical community, allowing that some chastising is indeed needed, have heart and show some love by helping them accept and understand  that they are lost in the flood of Russian, Chinese, and domestic Trump pysop.

Indeed, to protect our own Trump rejecting minds, while people we’ve adored in the New Age movement have been converted into ardent Trump and conspiracy theory share-bots, we must pare our Facebook pages down to as small a Trump contingent as possible, This lest we too be subject to the weapons grade social media that Mark Zuckerberg and his ilk are virtually doing nothing to prevent. See my post here on the blog FIGHT THE PSYOP to get ten tips on protecting your mind and spirit.

My love Elizabeth, a 17-year vet, a New Ager with values close to my own, has been in shock and dismay all week that even after the horrific revelation that Trump knew of a bounty on American Troops, and that, in perfect alignment with Putin and not his own intelligence, after a weekend of golf, proclaimed it’s all a hoax anyways. Despite all this Elizabeth was devastated that some of her dear New Age friends have not budged in their support of Trump.  Seems nothing short of nuke on New York might sway people from their crazy uncle in office. Nah, probably not at this point.

If Trump Nuked New York

I theorize that the common denominator from what I see on social media is that there are a large number of anti-vax players in the New Age community and their passion for that cause that has many New Agers under Trump’s endless Russian style fire hosing. What each lose sight of is that Faustian bargains never generate good karma points or final outcomes.

Trump’s bravado, hollow jingoistic slogans, will not bring this country out of it’s dark night of soul. I invite you to join me and Elizabeth in setting the intention in the collective consciousness for a true awakening! Let’s make this time a truly great awakening grounded in the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness and dedicated the principle that all men are created equal.

Happy 4th of July, whether it’s holiday for you or not.  And here are some great speeches in case you’ve forgotten what good leaders sound like.

 

FIGHT THE PSYOP

Social media is where I make a big part of my living via my buzz biz BuzzBroz. So I have to be on the internet waaay more than I’d like. Sadly the web has become a bottomless quagmire of lies. These lies, also called Conspiracy Theories, have gotten so prevalent on social media these dark days that I’ve been forced to develop some skills for shielding my mind and heart from bad players.

Before you read on for my hard won 10 tips, please see THE GREAT HACK on Netflix. This will allow you to truly understand what I mean by the weapons grade social media. In a nutshell it is the shit storm of disinformation driving our world insane. Here’s the trailer for the amazing doc that I shared many times over the past year.

Ah, for the good old days of social media pre-2015. It all began with such promise. A way for like minded people to gather in love and like mindedness. But never did any of  we early users of the medium, before it even had a name, imagine social media becoming a home for haters to gather. And, don’t get me started about foreign governments like Russia and China using social media to foment civil war and manipulate so many minds virtually unchecked.

Next, listen to Morning Joe rage for us, totally losing his cool about the hell hole social media has become thanks to the lack of ethics of billionaire bad boy and wannbe kingmaker Mark Zuckerberg.

OK, if you’re still with me you likely understand, like the Corona Virus in the near total absence of Federal leadership, that we’re all on our own to #FightThePsyop. Here are some techniques, a work in progress, that I’ve developed in my daily battle to earn a living on the web without becoming a brainwashed share-bot.

10 STEPS TO REGAINING DISCERNMENT

  1. Sorry to be the one to tell you… but your closest friends and family may have been weaponized by the unscrupulous to share mind warping links. Be upfront. Tell your pals and fam until FB, Twitter or wherever get their act together to protect us from bad actors. Make it crystal clear that you REFUSE to subjected to the crap getting circulated on the web by Russia, Trump and, yes, the Dems and GOP alike. Warn your peeps if they don’t listen and still persist on sending you PSYOP dross that you will instantly BLOCK them on a one strike rule. Be serious about it. Your life as a free range human is literally at stake.
  2. Speaking of blocking, be ruthless in culling out people you see sharing rotten things from dubious sources in your feed. I know from firsthand experience that this will be hard as hell. But as the debris field of junk on the web clears you’re going to be seeing stuff in your feed that you actually enjoy again.
  3. Once you’ve cut off the flow of weaponized social media from well meaning but clueless or careless friends and family, and from strangers we call “friends” on FB, it’s time to selectively find media sources which you trust. Let your gut, a snap decision survival part of your body, evolved over millions of years, a perfect tool to snap judge the busy mile a minute web, be your guide. The book BLINK, A GUIDE TO SNAP DECISION MAKING is an awesome tool to build up your intuition to sift tact from convenient fiction on the lie infested web.
  4. To avoid being an unwitting share-bot, use your gut, discussed in BLINK, to verify your sources’ news before you post anything to your wall or news feed. Yes, sharing vetted material takes longer. But you’ll be using your amazing gut to root out the snakes looking to twist reality for their own demented agendas. I promise you if you work hard at this that the mental fog will clear and you will learn to trust yourself again. Who knows? If you get good enough at this you might even become a trusted source of news yourself.
  5. Look for the hidden agenda behind anything you share to your wall. Regular news and politics, right or left, is fine if it’s trusted and passes your gut and vetting. But even if a story seems very interesting, never, never share news that’s fake. Never.
  6. Learn stories from all angles. Yes, even those stories that oppose your political beliefs. That means stomaching FOX for CNN fans and CNN for FOX fans. My amazing wife Elizabeth, 17 years military, some of that Special Ops, taught me this technique and to watch unfiltered news with here on Cspan whenever possible. Twitter, once you look past paid trolls (who usually have numerals in their handles making them easy to spot and block), is a good place to see both sides of an issues very quickly and in concentrated trending form. Lots of discernment is especially needed when using Twitter as people with hidden identities free express wildly.
  7. Elizabeth also advises going back to the source of the story when possible.
  8. Avoid talking heads on the news, right or left, looking to stir emotions to fill their gaping 24 hour news cycle. Be your own talking head. Weigh things. Think for yourself.
  9. Get media from audio, TV and reading. Yes, reading. Reading makes the mind stronger.
  10. Last. Meditate on the news. Give it time to simmer and the truth will bubble to the surface. You’ll also be transmuting the darkness that is our news into light. And speaking of light look for happy stories to share. But still make sure you vet them!

OK. Good start here. If I think of more, or you suggest some ideas I like, I will update this list.

Note that in the end people will never be in full consensus. After all we all have unique personalities and life experiences. But that’s exactly the idea here, giving ourselves the discernment power to make up our own minds and not to be programmable share-bots.

Always remember our reality is nothing more than a collection of stories which a majority of us agree upon. And since sharing creates the reality we all agree upon what you share is of vital importance that you must never taken lightly.

Sorry in advance for your pain. Re-engineering how we use social media is going to be hard on you emotionally. Some friends and family who are used to dumping their conspiracy theories and junk on your pages will moan and groan. Tell ’em to wake the hell up. Shake ’em up. Tell them how sharing lies and conspiracy theories like thri dropping by yout house and unloading dumpster of rotting meat in your living room!

We need to do on our own because billionaire social media kings are ruining our lives unchecked by hiding behind the name of freedom. Like freedom for real? Then realize that unless we the everyday users of social media learn to discern the truth of what we post we are on a path to the CWWW., the Censored World Wide Web.

Your mind is sacred. It deserves your very best efforts to be protected from targeted brainwashing on social media and the news in general. #FightThePsyop

Working on a Tshirt.

 

 

Looking For Peace? Go Within…

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.

Peace…

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Why We Should Re-Title Orwell’s prophetic “1984” to “2020”

Hey, have you heard from Musk and Trump that going back to work in the middle of a deadly pandemic is freedom? Bet George Orwell is spinning in his grave.

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From George Orwell’s Prophetic “1984”

Yep. Time for me, a conscious filmmaker, one who attended Trump inauguration in 2017. along with my amazing wife and partner, on the wild-assed hope that Trump might have an awakening in office, as my spirit guide Ohom said will happen. Yeah, but I love Ohom, anyway, even if his sending me the inauguration was perhaps in error. And please read up on spirit guides if you are wondering if I am operating with a full deck. Sorry, Ohom, even ETs make mistakes. Perhaps it’s time to realize the sad fact that if the Coronavirus tragedy has not awakened Trump’s wicked heart then nothing ever will.

I am so deeply disgusted that the GOP is, as usual, backing Trump by politicizing the hell out of a pandemic as the death tolls races for 100,000 by June 1st. Trump’s daily escapades demonstrate these tragic and unneeded deaths are but an inconvenience to his ego fueled reality.  Perhaps #DrFauci might have an easier time getting #Trump to grasp the death toll if he broke the stats down into rallies equivalent.

The average Trump rally I am guesstimating is about 8K. Meaning right now, as of this blog when the death toll has surpassed that of all the brave young soldiers lost in the pointless Vietnam War, we’re at the equivalent of over 11 Trump rallies in the US #Coronavirus death toll and counting.

Let that sink in… 11 raucous Trump rallies dead. That’s staggering and something Trump might relate to. I pause to marvel at how I’ve really not given up on some, albeit small awakening of conscience for Trump. Ah. Such is my faith in my spirit guide Ohom’s wisdom.

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Silly of me though to hope for the tiniest enlightenment for Trump when he arrogantly demands we Americans all praise him daily for his inept handling of the Coronavirus crisis. All to feed his bottomless narcissism while he proclaims the death toll not reaching the original CDC estimates of 2 million. Talk about setting the bar low to be proud of what ultimately could still be 2 million dead if the second wave is as bad as the fired Dr. Bright testified before Congress. It’s also ignorant of the sad fact that USA is the worst country on earth of death toll per capita.

And just when I thought my opinion of Trump could not go lower “bing, bang, boom boom” he announces he’s been taking Hydroxychloriquin for the past 10 days! Come on, Trump cabinet! Show some damned backbone and save Trump’s life by enacting the 25th amendment. Do it for his own good because the last thing we want is Trump becoming the first president to ever assassinate himself.

Looking big picture, beyond Trump, it’s time to face the hard fact that he is but one of an alarming growing number of narcissist-oligarchs who consistently game the system through weaponized wealth in the same, if more stealthy, way.

Indeed, we are slowly waking up to the wicked hearts grabbing the role of king makers as a means for wrecking this world for their own gain, namely Trump’s fellow billionaire oligarchs. I mean, what the hell happened to Elon Musk to end up on the same game plan as Trump? Unless perhaps he’s always been on the dark side to begin with.

Now, more than ever, as members of a conscious community, one that’s highly targeted by wicked politicians and the oligarchs who run them, we must steel our consciousness to shield ourselves from blatant mind control. Indeed, the conspiracy theories and sensationalism that sadly far too many of our spirit brothers and sisters have fallen victim to here in 2020, demonstrates clearly we are deep into the early stages of the wicked world George Orwell envisioned in his epic novel 1984.  Looks at this crazy chart to see how precisely and thouroughly our community is targeted.

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For brainwashing fodder behold a typical news cycle, comprised of 99% fear and 1% meaningless drivel. And, yes, we sadly still have a news cycle during the pandemic for those who can stomach it. Aside from CSpan, which few people have the time to watch or knowledge to grasp, me included, Americans only only have two basic sources of distillation news reporting:

1. A mainstream media that’s been out to get Trump since they helped elect him by gifting him too much publicity or…

2. A conservative media, led by FOX.

Note that I don’t include social media because that’s just a regurgitation of the pundits and media of both liberal or conservative persuasion. Working in social media as I do has become toxic seeing people turned into living spam bots to spread unfounded and dangerous conspiracy theories.  Here’s lucky 13 examples:

1. Wearing a mask causes you to get the virus.

2. 5G causes or enhances the virus. A rumor the telcom industry’s own making for as they’ve rolled 5G out without proper health testing.

3. The virus is not real. Rather it’s all a “Plandemic.” Title of documentary by filmmaker Mikki Willis, who is one of those good conscious folks who we’ve lost to bogus conspiracy theories.

4. No one has died. This is all staged with actors.

5. Bill Gates created the virus.

6. You need to be 18 feet apart if the wind is blowing

7. People who isolate and social distance are dying faster than people who are not. A statisticians fantasy.

8. Drink bleach to cure the virus

9. Hydroxchloriquin can cure or block the virus

10. Holding back a sneeze can kill you! Let’s ’em fly!

11. Trump is using the confinement of the virus to arrest pedophiles of the deep state

12. The virus is bio weapon the Chinese have intentionally foisted on America.

13. The virus was created to kill Boomers.

My Irish grandma taught me number 10 as a kid but it sounds no stupider than the rest.  Note: Some conspiracy theories may turn out to be true. Take the accepted fact that cigarettes cause cancer as an example. Each theory contains a grain of truth. That’s the lure of conspiracy theories and what makes them a powerful propaganda weapon.

Stressful stuff. So much so I am making shameless product plug: I am wearing my Patrick Flanagan techno-meditation device the NF3 to  keep chill. Find it on CoolestTechEver.com.

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Indeed, today’s polarized media is heartlessly and consciously designed by the narcissistic puppet masters billionaire oligarchs to turn brother against brother, sister against sister and cause more death, more heartache and shame. And the more polarized We the People become the better the old tried on true approach of divide and conquer works to keep the billionaires above the fray.

Need proof? Look no further than how the USA’s management of the coronavirus has been deeply politicized. With this dark work, Trump and his cronies succeed in pitting non-mask wearing Americans against their mask wearing brethren. Just as I absurdly and prophetically explore in TRUMP FEVER DREAM Chapter five!

And don’t get me started on vaccines. So sad to see my many anti-vaxers friends coerced into believing the virus is not even real using the powerful leverage of peace of mind. I don’t like vaccines myself, but not because I believe the vax will secretly be used to track my location. Hello! Cell phones already do that quite well thank you!

I lucked out or, I’d like to imagine, am blessed, no planning involved, in having an at home job to shelter in place during the crisis with my amazing wife. And it’s a fun comfy job of writing, film making, creating social media for BuzzBroz.com clients and co-running, a full time job in itself, CoolestTechEver.com.  So my heart goes out to my brother and sister workers in the office and service world being forced back to work early, minus a national reopening plan. Again intentional.

Friends, what it all comes down to is you are being fed lies and doublethink by the wicked hearts like Navaro, Pompeo, McConnell, Trump and the Musks of the world. Lies like work, AKA slavery, is freedom. Orwell’s estate needs to sue Trump for copyright infringement for that piece of cognitive dissonance.

In parting on what’s been therapeutic for me to write and I hope for you to read, please stay home if you can. Wear a mask in public and wash your hands. The world needs you here in the here and now and the last thing you want on your conscience is to become a witless ill-advised spreader.

PS If you’re wondering why I am more agitated than normal it’s because my home state of Wisconsin, where my 91-year-old mother and most of my birth family live, the GOP led supreme court, the same one that cruelly forced people to vote in person during the primary, has overruled the Democratic governor and forced a reopening of the state. Resulting in this frothy Wisconsin brand of insanity pictured below.

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Trump’s Fever Dream – Chapter 1 – The Loneliest White House

Preface

To be up totally front with you, dear reader — think of me as a lost spirit brother to Governor Andrew Cuomo who likes to tell it straight too, warts and all — I’ve not been a Trump fan since his “co-written” 1987 Bestseller THE ART OF THE DEAL. What a shit he showed himself to be in that book. How he ever got to be president with how he treats everyone like a sucker is beyond me.

To think I had put all my Trump fears, built up over decades of seeing his antics in the media, aside to meditate in DC, along with my love Elizabeth, for the best possible presidency, for the world’s sake, at his Inauguration (see photo below).

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That’s my love Elizabeth in the penguin hat

Welp, it was a short honeymoon because Trump was already steamrolling over the Standing Rock tribe by green-lighting the Dakota Access Pipeline within days of his dismal swearing in, even before Elizabeth and I headed back to Sedona.

And so, my Trump bias fully disclosed, I proudly present my parody… drum roll please…

TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM

Chapter One – THE LONELIEST WHITE HOUSE

A shabby shadow of his former self, President Trump aimlessly roams an abandoned hallway of the White House, now an empty ghost town. The leader of the free world, his bizarre mop of hair more of a mess than usual, shuffles to an abrupt stop before an oil painting of JKF and vents loudly, “You had it easy, Jacko. The Cuban Missile Crisis was Jack shit compared to being a conservative running this liberal leaning country during a fucking pandemic!”

A Mexican cleaning woman wearing a surgeon’s mask leans her head out a conference room and quickly ducks back inside again. She takes a small cross on a chain from her blouse, kisses it and prays, “Jesus protect us all from the Anti-Christ.”

After glaring at JFK’s glorious image for an inordinate amount of time, Trump flips off the Kennedy painting and slumps away, a rumpled embodiment of depression.

By the light of FOX NEWS playing Sean Hannity broadcasting from his elegant home, Trump wolfs down half a Big Mac in three bites. He glibly washes the Mickey D down with a long noisy draw his straw dipped into an idiotically large Diet Coke.

Sean Hannity seems to speak directly to Trump from the big TV screen,”Hey Bud. Don’t listen to the commie loving liberals. You closed all travel from China the day you learned about the Chinese Virus, all way back in January. Your bold action was swift, decisive and all-American! If Pelosi and her corrupt Democrat Congress had not distracted you with their hoax impeachment we would never have lost so many precious Americans!”

“Hell yeah!” cheers Trump so loud it sends him into a coughing fit. Between coughs he desperately gasps for air. Trump finally regains control of his coughing and wipes sweat from his brow with a monogrammed DJT hanky, smeared with orange tan makeup. “Shit. Gotta get tested again. Nah. Probably just a budding ulcer this bullshit’s giving me. Fuck this. I give ulcers, not get them! I’m fine. I’m fine. ”

A short time later Trump brushes his teeth before the presidential bathroom mirror. Done, he grins smugly at his reflection, “Looking good, Donnie.”

The Donald in the mirror dryly answers back, “Like hell, loser.”

Trump drops his electric toothbrush clattering to the marble floor and leans to the mirror. He makes strange faces at himself, mimicked perfectly by his reflection. “Seeing things. Must be one those Covid hallucinations that fuck Fauci warned me about, or was it Jared?”

“Jared’s a buffoon’s buffoon,” says Trump’s perturbed reflection.

“Who the hell’s doing this shit? Gotta be a TV monitor behind the mirror doing some kind of deep fake!” growls Trump at his smirking reflection.

“Ha! Never thought you had a conscience, asshole?” says mirror Trump.

“Screw you. The FBI will figure this out for me and nail your sneaky liberal bastard!”

“Right. The FBI loves your fat ass. Don’t they?” laughs mirror Trump.

Nervous as an orange tabby facing down a German Shepard, Trump rushes to turn off the light switch.

Mirror Trump quips, “See you in your dreams, killer.”

Trump scurries off to the bedroom, slamming to door to the bathroom behind him. He picks up a phone.  “Danny. — Shut up and listen. I want a sweep done of my can. Someone’s hijacked my mirror.” Trump listens for a beat. “I don’t need a doctor. I need you to do what I tell you!” Trump slams the phone down and angrily begins to tear his grungy outfit off.

Later, still shaken by his dark vision, Trump jams his chubby legs into his too tight red silk pajama bottoms.

A young black male servant, Robert, sporting an elegant, if there can be such a thing, surgical mask, pokes his roguishly handsome head through the presidential bedroom door and says, “Will there be anything else, Mr. President?”

“Nope. Those two Big Macs and fries will tide me over nicely.” Trumps says, punctuating his sentence with a, “Burp.”

“Night then, Mr. President,” says Robert doing his best to hide a shudder of revulsion.

Trump’s fluffs his pillow without acknowledging the kindly servant. He leaves Trump to his own rantings, gently closing the big paneled door.

“Robert?!” shouts Trump, loud enough to be heard through the soundproof door.

Robert peers his head back inside the door inquisitively.

“Come in, Robert. I need some, uh, advice,” says Trump with a pinch of boyish charm.

Robert apprehensively takes a chair that Trump offers by the crackling fireplace, tilting his head to the side to avoid Trump’s mask-free breath. The gorgeous smell of the roaring fireplace fills Robert’s nostrils. His big brown eyes close in bliss for just a moment and then he hides his feelings, straightening his butler’s jacket’s red vest.

Ever the salesman, Trump notices Robert’s blissful sniff and brags, “Tonight fire is genuine redwood from California’s National Redwood Forest. Gift from the lumber industry. Chopped me up 10 cords. Great guys lumberjacks. Man’s men!”

“You never fail to amaze me, sir,” offers Robert politically.

“Robert, here’s what I wanna to ask: Today Jake Tapper said everyone on my White House personal staff hates me.  This despite of the extra I pay I slip you under the table, 100% tax free I might add,” says Trump somberly.

“Well, we don’t always sees things eye to eye, Mister President,” says Robert, breaking a warm reassuring and absolutely genuine smile, But ya know I love the fact you say exactly what’s on your mind!”

Without returning Robert’s kindness, Trump says, “Robert, how does it make you feel when someone calls you a nigger?”

“Why, uh, terrible. The worst sir.” says Robert, pain written on his angelic face.

“Well, that’s how I feel tonight, terrible in the nigger worst ways,” says Trump dropping his head into his hands.

“About that N word, sir. I wish — ”

“Pence wants me killed.” whispers Trump, cutting Robert’s complaint off. “Keep your voice down, Pence might have my bedroom bugged.”

“Mr. Boy Scout? What makes you think that, sir?” asks Robert respectfully.

“Mike’s pissed I made him my fall guy for the ventilator shortage not Jared. But Jared’s is my son-in-law goddamit. Family comes first!” says Trump staring into the fireplace flames as if looking for answers.

“Amen to that. But relax, Vice Prez Pence wouldn’t hurt a fly, sir. Let alone you,” says Robert reassuringly.

“Wrong. It’s the quiet ones you gotta worry about, Robert. Pence wants me out of the way. He wants me dead so he can pin all the blame on all the Americans stacking up in mass fucking graves!” bellows Trump. “Robert, you’re the only guy I trust. Starting tomorrow I need you to make runs McDonald’s personally.”

“Happy to but why, sir?”

“Poisoning. That’s how the sneaky boy scout is going to try to bump me off. Will you do this for me, Robert. Can I count on you?

“Of course, sir. Now, if you don’t mind –” Robert notices a trickle of sweat leave a traces of white skin at Trump temple. “May I, sir?”

“May you what?”

“Take your temperature,” says Robert pulling out a thermometer from his jacket.

“I’m fine. Just stress. No fever,’ says Trump unconvincingly.

“Well, I am going to get the White House doctor on the phone just in case,” says Robert picking  up a red phone. “Phone’s dead! Lemme get you into bed and I –”

” I AM FUCKING FINE!” roars Trump in defiance, going into a coughing jag.

“Hang on, Mr. President! Be right back with help!” Robert races out of the bedroom.

“Why is no one listening to me?! I am fit as a — “Trump falls like a tower of fast food to the plush carpet. The room dissolves into the form of a giant butterfly floating amidst a galaxy of stars.

Trump hollers in fear as he comes to astride said giant butterfly.  Trump hollers again, noticing he’s totally naked.

The butterfly dives for Washington DC., banks upside down and dumps Trump on the White House lawn. Sent tumbling, the naked Trump comes to screaming halt in the thorny bushes of the Rose Garden. A flashlight sets the spectacle that is naked Donald Trump aglow.

Dressed in a bright yellow hospital gown, Robert, now sporting a goatee, tosses aside a cigarette and shouts, “Who goes there?”

“The President!” shouts Trump, hiding in the rose bushes.

“That you, President Cuomo?” says Robert with a puzzled squint as pulls on his surgical mask.

“President who?!” shouts Trump.

“Cuomo. Wait, what the, that you Donald?”

“Donald?!  Shut it and get me some clothes, Robert,” says the shivering Trump.

“But you’ve been missing 2 years now, um, former President Trump!” says Robert in shock. “Where you been?”

Trump’s orange face goes as white as his ample ass.

END CHAPTER ONE

 

 

A Serious April Fool’s Day

Sorry, fans. I am having trouble connecting to my spirit guides and higher self tonight. The reason: Fear. Fear has grounded my normally cosmic consciousness. Not even watching my friend of a friend Deepak Chopra’s excellent and most soothing, literally web breaking, video could soothe me.

And to have this happen to my once secret psychic super powers on April Fool’s Day of all days. Yeesh!  A day I’ve loved since I was a kid. You see, I am a prankster by nature. I carry a lot of Kokopelli energy. — But alas I am far too serious for silly jokes tonight, long after sweet Elizabeth has gone to bed.  My poor wife is so stressed she is grinding her teeth at night.  Tomorrow we brave a trip CVS for a dental guard for her. I will get one too.

“Why am is Ken so stressed?”you may ask if you live only watch the news once a year for the after Xmas sales. You see on this April Fool’s Day, an eternity of bliss ago, a lot of innocent people are going to die all over this beautiful planet. Oh, and America is the #1 outbreak spot on that planet as of today. New Age spirit teachings that humans all decide when we are going to die before we are born, well, it ain’t helping dull the pain I am feeling as a planetary intuitive. My nerves are on fire. CBD or medical cannibas helps if you live in a state where you can get it.

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Americans frightened of Trump ever changing travel restrictions crowd airports further spreading the coronavirus.

The virus science has become compelling enough that we Yanks are going to lose up to 240,000 Americans, that’s like 4 Vietnams, for Trump to extend his rather feeble stab at precautions an extra month.

That scares me because Trump is only putting up smoke screen about the lousy job he’s done, and is still doing, without really working in the coordinated way we must to get the supplies, facilites and manpower to manage this. He’s making things worse than they have to be. It’s like we have a dry drunk Captain at the wheel of the Titanic.

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I forgive myself for being off my game. You see, I nearly died of black mold poisoning and resulting pneumonia in 2013. Not being able to breathe is a horrible feeling. And since that’s how the virus kills you I feel a dread most people don’t about catching this damn thing. Add to this a heart failure in 2017 and, well, it’s a perfect cocktail of fear.

These are terrifying times. And I encourage you to do the same forgiveness of your fears in your life. Things just are going to be awful for awhile. It’s just that sad and simple.

I need to let go of a world that is vanishing and embrace the new. But it’s a hard thing to let go of and I hope you are doing better than me in managing your fear. Stay socially distant, even when the people of the Right wing are flaunting the dangers due to their misplaced belief in the biggest April Fool who ever lived, Donald J. Trump.

Love, Ken

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Have a Corona Beer for God’s Sake!

Our president is learning as a failed reassurer in chief — witness as evidence the drop in Corona beer sales and stock market prices — that his pattern lies is backfiring in profound ways.

Nah, who I am kidding? Trump’s not learned a damn thing. In fact, just this past week on FOX Trump proclaimed his HUNCH, before the whole weary world, that the global #Coronavirus death toll is not 3.5% but more like, 1/10 of 1% in his not so humble opinion.

Wow. Who needs the WHO or CDC when you have a president telling fans of his nonsensical approach to reality what they want to hear? Indeed, FOX NEWS and Trump have never been a more lethal combo in telling people on the same segment, experiencing mild cases of the virus (AKA early) to go to work anyways, gosh darn it! Silly old killer virus.

Yeesh. Might our new virus czar Mike Pence finally find the courage to complain about the Trump’s constant undermining? Once again: Nah.

SNL went so far as to spoof FOX’s coverage of the virus as their cold opener:

And if that wasn’t enough gallows humor for one episode…

Well, hope these SNL clips cheered you up a little.  Laughter is the best anti-virus.

And isn’t it nice to know the worst virus can happen when we hang out on the web is a computer virus?

Enjoy a Corona beer for God’s Sake! You have nothing to beer but beer itself.

Wrapping up, if you have a craving for truth after this eternity of a presidency, please consider Biden will undoubtedly tell fewer lies than Trump if elected, but he’s more for 1% than the 99. Go Bernie2020 if the truth matters to you.

A better day is coming

How to Stay Positive During Low Tide for the Forces of Good

Can you feel it? America is at the global epicenter of a low tide for the forces of good. It came to full light today in the bankruptcy filing of The Boy Scouts of America in the maelstrom of the horror that over 100,000 Boy Scouts may have been sexually molested by Boy Scout leaders.

The Boy Scouts are following the lead of many Catholic Archdioceses that have filed for bankruptcy protection from similar sexual misconduct against unsuspecting youth. Sadly, if this betrayal of basic human rights is happening in our upper echelon social and religious establishments we must conclude this is the tip of the iceberg in a plague of sexual abuse happening across America and the world.

This low tide for the good is also evidenced in a lawless corporatacracy running our world off the climate change cliff, cheered on by the followers of the poster boy of greed and power gone mad after his tragically farcical Senate trial.

Elizabeth and I enjoy C-Span as a way to avoid the filters of the media’s slanted coverage. But to our horror we saw a Congressional hearing this week about the rise of White Nationalism in the armed services. Incredibly, we learned, along with the shell-shocked bipartisan panel, that there is no provision to reject a card carrying member of the Nazi party from joining the military!

At this low point I offer the blog over to my spirit guide Ohom for wisdom on how we climb out of this black hole in our ethics field. Ohom…?

OHOM’S (OPEN HEART OPEN MIND) ADVICE

Hello, Ken and friends of Ken. I am ready to share some observations as a frequent ET thought travel visitor to your beautiful world.

Know in your heart of hearts that the sickness you are seeing has been in America’s soul from its inception. So rejoice in darkness coming to light. For a wound cannot heal unless the sickness is drained. And although this experience is most unpleasant it is the first step in true healing.

Know that all happens in divine order. It is inevitable that the darkest night becomes the new dawn.

Stay positive. Relish in meditation, song and laughter as it makes you ready for the beautiful global awakening growing up to overtake the ugly establishment.

Be a beacon of positivity to those in despair.

Visualize the world you’d like to see manifested rather than focusing on the death of the old ways.

Love each day and love each other. Your future is bright and cosmic. High tide is coming with more freshness and vitality than you can imagine.

A better day is coming

Trump Better Than Abe?

The Making of TRUMP BETTER THAN ABE? by Ken Sheetz

Fall of 2009, nine months before my spirit awakening in Italy in 2010, I was inspired to create a web series about the ghost of President Abraham Lincoln advising the newly minted President Obama. Having secured the talents of Lincoln actor Tom Katsis, a dead ringer for Abe in manner and spirit, scripts flew off my fingers.

Pre-awakening-wise, I vainly believed the writing was so easy in Abe’s voice because of my  10 years of Hollywood screenwriting experience. But after my awakening I would, strange as it sounds, understand I was perhaps (who can really say?) not creating but channeling Abe’s real thoughts from beyond.

YouTube has gone downhill for indie producers like myself. Without boring you with the details, the long and short of it is my Lincoln YouTube channel, along with nine other of my YouTube channels, blessed with over 5 million views of my work and thousands of fans, are sadly going to be deleted to combat a lack of customer service in answering countless emails form me helping me regain access to channels I no longer have access via email. Why? It’s not my fault that the email accounts linked to got hacked and cannot be password reset.

All I need is a simply password reset but no. So frustrating. My name is on every video and I cannot get human customer service. Requesting closing these channels feels like losing nine kids to me.

But after consulting with social media lawyer Ian Corzine about the new FTC compliance requirement coming January 1st I realize I have no option but to consolidate my Youtube activity from 11 highly specialized channels down to two channels. These are BuzzBroz built for promotion, both third party and direct, and the more cosmic CoolestMeditationEver. These two channels, one monetized, the other commercial free due due, you guessed it, YouTube betrayal of small content creators, have over 24 million views between them.

As I began the somber work of pulling copies of the 2009 Lincoln videos down for preservation in advanced of my January 2020 channel consolidation, I excitedly noticed that most of what Abe talked to Obama about as problems in 2009 are still painfully relevant ten years later in our troubled nation.

At the same time this past week, when my YouTube consolidation work began, the Republican Party released a new poll saying 53% of Republicans surveyed believe Trump is a better president than Lincoln! Now, if you think this is all very self-serving of the GOP given Trump will soon be impeached by Congress, unless something mighty unforeseen occurs, you’re not alone. Abe and I feel this way too.

I feel in my heart of heart’s that Abe’s restless spirit wants me to use this moment in time – not to challenge the Republican Trump vs Abe survey, a joke compared to Lincoln’s greatness in saving this nation vs Trump’s dividing it – but to allow Abe’s great spirit to sound off on the same primary issue he reached out to Obama and the American people about in 2009, namely unbridled corporate power.

I hope you enjoy how I was able to edit the old 2009 material into something new and fresh as today’s headlines by adding some new takes from Tom to bring you TRUMP BETTER THAN ABE? Please share it if you like it because it’s the only way Abe’s new wisdom will see the light of day in this new era of a corporatized YouTube.

CTE for expoIt’s a sad thing that YouTube, where the blessings of income producing channels that have supported my film work for decade, no longer favors independent content creators like me. Indeed, Youtube has totally sold out and surrendered to big corporate content creators. Fortunately, my wife Elizabeth and I got ahead of this ugly trend 18 months ago when we created CoolestTechEver.com.  So head on over and grab cool tech from geniuses like Patrick Flanagan. Jonathan Goldman, Blushield EMF protection and iPyramids. Your purchases support our meditations, blog and films. Thanks!

Trump Impeachment Hearings Canceled?! – A Cosmic Parody

(Rather hear an audio version of this blog? Link bottom of post.)

Happy evening of 11/11/19. I hope you will enjoy this somewhat humorous quantum meditational look ahead two days into one possible timeline. One that many 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 than I imagine here.

Before we get started with this quantum meditation, if you’re one of my dear friends, family or fans who I still love even though we strongly disagree on Trump — and I am glad you still love me too as it gives me hope we’re going to get through all this mess — please feel to leave your own fantasy timeline in the comments. I promise not to erase them no matter how much I respectfully disagree.

Reverse this meditation if you are time traveling backwards to the  space-time coordinates of earth’s galactic position on the morning of November 13th. Let’s begin. Take a deep breath. Imagine you’re watching the Monday night sky full of stars. The stars’ movement to the west begins to accelerate. Take another deep breath. In your minds’ eye see the sun rise and streak to set in the west. Now the stars appear again and streak west so fast they are lines of white on sky, flowing behind the rapidly rising and setting moon.

Take another deep cleaning breath, in through your nose and out your mouth.

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 (Written 2 Days Ahead of Actual Date)

I awaken as 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.

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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. Love is delightfully distracting. 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.

Love Trumps Hate

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 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.

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.

Impeachment Hearings Canceled

Qanon tweets on 11/14.19 that the toilet paper bit was an intentional insult to the left-wing media to kiss his ass.

We now return you to your present timeline.

Which timeline 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. Imagine no 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.

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And here’s the promised audio version. Note that it’s edited to be shorter than the written version.