Triumph Over Negative Stories!

From childhood on, one of my super powers has been a gift to tell stories. A gift that’s has served me well in situations ranging from quelling a dangerous drunk to earning me the honor of winning Chicago Sun Times’ number 1 commercial real estate broker back in 1987 to making a feature documentary about Dr. Patrick Flanagan in 2019.

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A professor at a Northwestern speech class spotted my story talent and gave me sage advice to never abuse this power, to always be truthful because people would believe almost anything I say. Something I’ve adhered to my whole adult life.  I never take on a client or market a product I do not believe in wholeheartedly.

Blessedly, through teachings with my love and yogini Elizabeth I’ve learned that I’ve not been so kind when it comes to telling negative stories to myself about my future. I see in meditation this negative energy, like a spear aimed at my own heart, evolved because it felt better to punish myself rather than have my drill sergeant dad do so. In other words, I chose self abuse over parental abuse. Bad lessons from childhood I now release!

Conscious at last of this negative story telling behavior and the self hatred it enfolds, I’ve been able to catch myself and stop telling negative stories about my future and enjoy my happy life with Elizabeth in the paradise of Sedona fully.

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At the Boulder Film Premier of THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12. Left to right Jonathan Goldman, Andi Goldman, Ken Sheetz, Elizabeth England, Anra Whitebear, Chris Katsaropoulos

I caught a doozie of negative story loop the other day that I’ve been repeating since I was eighteen concerning monthly bills. It went something like this in my internal dialogue, “Ah, I paid this month’s bills but what about next month’s bills? That might not work out…” And the subconscious unspoken part… “and I’ll have to move back under dad’s roof!”

Analyzing the rare times I’ve not been able to make the bills since I was 18-years-old amounts to a tiny fractions of my adult life; like right after a divorce or at the depths of a skyscraper I built losing $80 million.

The truth is 99.9% of the time I’ve met my bills each and every month for over 40 years. And yet, until just now really, I repeatedly have been telling myself the negative pattern story that this coming month might be a financial disaster. That’s a nutty waste of energy on a negative program. Even in that rare 1/10 of 1% of the times things have gone to hell and I could not make the monthly bills I somehow managed to somehow make life work.

For example, in the Great Recession of 2008 when all my Chicago investor money evaporated overnight and my film business teetered on the brink of destruction, I opened a social media company called BuzzBroz to survive on fees versus equity. To this day, ten years later, BuzzBroz pays the bills and gives me the freedom to make my own films outside the closed Hollywood system with my work seen by millions.

In the past I’ve only overcome my negative self-abusing-story telling pattern with a great deal of positive thinking and action.  But that takes a lot of energy. Today I simply free myself from negative stories about the monthly bills, health, relationship, business  and more by shushing my mind when it begins a negative story. After all, decades as a mostly successful adult shows I’ve proven to myself I can handle anything. So why worry?

And this letting go of negative stories applies the world at large as well. Negative “news” about global warming, crime, cancer, GMO, flat earth believers, Trump setting  our nation backward, chemtrails, you name it, I can handle them all on personal level. If for some unforeseen reason I cannot I’ll trust spirit has a lesson for me. And you know what? I’ll deal with that too somehow. So why worry?

The rise in my mood as I’ve let go of negative stories is amazing! I feel emotionally like I’ve learned to fly. The result is that I have far more brain space and energy for manifesting the good stories I typically create in a life filled with blessings; unfettered by the dark side of my gift for story.  I hope you’ll join me in not creating negative stories in your life, otherwise known as worry.

And in my life as a filmmaker I promise you ever more brilliant positive stories to uplift your spirit, as I’ve become mildly famed for over the past 23 years. I gladly leave stories of dystopia and wide spread dysfunction to other writers and filmmakers.

Don’t worry, please, I say to myself too, this will result in pollyanna storytelling. Tension does make for a good story after all. An amazing reality series on Netflix THE GREAT BRITISH BAKE OFF shows there is a global market for stories where people can compete and still love one another.

Check the show out sometime yourself on Netflix. 5 stars and delicious to watch.

 

 

 

Space Travel Via Bio-Virtual Reality – Meditations on the Why of Multiverses

If you’re any kind of a science reader you’re already familiar with the quantum theory that each time we make a decision a new universe branches off where both choices exist. This means there are an infinite number of universes; one where Rome never fell and one where you decided to be a concert pianist, another where you are a bookkeeper and so infinitely on.

Which us brings to my 3AM meditations tonight about my new theory of THE WHY  OF MULTIVERSES. Meditations that rang true enough to stir me from bed to jot down a few thoughts that are the culmination of a lifetime of science fiction and science fact reading.

Meditation are showing me repeatedly that through the vastness of time and space, hidden within dark matter, there exists an underlying living universal code. This living source code, which I see and draw as best I can at times, is far more advanced than any code we create for our virtual reality gaming. It acts as space faring cosmic seed to foster sentient life on distant worlds across the universe.

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Distant, highly advanced from galaxies far older than our own use this code seed as a way to travel and experience to other worlds via bio-virtual reality. All living matter that evolve from the seed of consciousness contain DNA receptors that allow distant ET travelers to tune in on and enjoy.

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From my new film THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS

Once life on a world reaches a certain level the new organic life serve as bio-virtually reality hosts, the ET traveler’s tune into to explore the multiverse universe.

Before you freak out the original universe is sacredly private and our own.  But the multiverse has been created and is where these god-like beings are allowed to live lives any life the seed generated.  The short life spans of all creatures on our world enable faster soul evolution, the ultimate purpose of this highly advanced form of bio-virtual reality. Multiverse visits as mortal can vary in length from seconds to millenniums and be experienced as individuals or as the glow of life force of an entire world.

Worlds that generate bio-virtual reality, and there are many besides earth that reside in the Goldilocks zones of countless stars. In past blogs I’ve described this as THE LEAGUE OF GHOST WORLDS as they are copies of the original worlds expressing themselves as a network of bio-virtual realities.

Multiverse visits are “paid” for by a universal karma system. Ever wonder why some people are so lucky in life to be born a royal, super scientist or movie star? Simple. That’s the A ticket to Earth’s bio VR multiverses. The stars literally align to experience magical living once an advance being has accumulated enough karma points.

Far out and all unprovable.  Well, in any case all this is multiverse noodling is good fodder for my screenplay I am working on called MEANWHILE, ONE TIMELINE AWAY that I am developing in plain sight on Facebook. Follow me there and drop by our website CoolestTechEver.com where we are presenting some the most exciting technology for aiding human ascension on the planet.

 

 

Mass Extinction By Willful Ignorance

Meditate about it. Has there ever been a species that knew it was going extinct? Imagine the last two dodo birds arrogantly rejecting one another as mates and you now have a picture of the shit storm we are in for. Yep. We are on the fast track to be the first species on earth, perhaps the universe to gain the sad distinction of self-annihilation.

Humanity’s willful, what I’ll coin as our kind’s Ignorance-About-the Environment-Is-Bliss-Blindness, is rapidly turning earth into a dead world like Mars, where perhaps life once flourished.

For conservatives, we’ll even go so far as to elect fat cat leaders who whisper little sweet lies into our hear-no-evil ears there’s no such think as climate change. For liberals, we’ll believe unprovable far out theories that earth is simply going through a normal cycle of heating like all the other planets in the solar system. Heck, maybe even a new ice age is around the corner, one crackpot theory postulates, pandering to wooly thinkers who like the idea of wool as a saving grace.

In other words, political beliefs aside, we’ll all happily believe any bullshit tailored to our demographic except the sick truth that humans are poor caretakers of the our beautiful blue ball.

Never mind global temps have risen unceasingly for decades. It’s all good. Let’s scrape off the “overburden,” as the Canadians have dubbed Gaia’s top soil, and get the coal tar oil up and processed by destroying 35 millions square acres of irreplaceable land. To give you a picture of the scale of this Canuck insanity, only 26 of the individual states exceed 35 million acres.

To the south, the US is no better off with the Yanks drilling everywhere on the land and sea they can. Under Obama the USA became the largest oil producer on earth, surpassing Saudi Arabia. As a result the oil pouring into our water tables is going to make a lot more of our cities into Flints. Add to this nightmare one Mr. Paris Climate Accord be Damned Trump, seeking to break Obama’s oil record to please the oil and coal fat cats by giving away national park land for fracking like it’s going out of style and it’s enough to make one puke.

So how do we, those of us who are supposedly awake, stop this long walk off a short cliff we are collectively taking as one like a herd of slow-motion lemmings? If you’re a regular reader you know I am going to say meditate. In your meditations please visualize humanity wising the hell up before it’s too late for us and the rest of life on this planet.

But it’s also time to be an asshole with the clueless and their planetary killing rationalizations. Talk Mass Extinction 6, the one many scientists, say we are in right now, around the holiday dinner table like your life depends on it. Because it does. Start with not eating meat at Xmas dinner.

Explain to your Trump loving uncle that meat production is something the planet can no longer afford. Use this table from TreeHugger.com as proof of the 30 times greater energy consumption it takes to make one pound of hamburger than a pound of corn.

Get ready for the fact your Trump loving uncle won’t believe you as he asks you to pass the turkey. But you will have planted a seed. Sadly, it may take longer than we have left on this world for that seed to come to light in their consciousness. Nonetheless, you will have lit a candle in their dark minds. If enough of us do this and the 100th monkey effect WILL kick in. A guarantee straight from my ET spirit guide Ohom.

I’ve tried to go vegetarian before and failed. So I am no saint. But I’m hopping right over vegetarian and trying to straight to vegan. A month into this vegan adventure is working, even in the holiday feeding frenzy I am taking a meat break from. I have greater clarity and energy that has me kicking myself I never listened to a vegan angel named Sarah Kellett

Above all stay positive in the face of this insanity. I’ll close with this sarcastic as hell tool for trying to family to wake the F up.

Study Finds Mass Extinction Could Free Up Billions Of Dollars In Conservation Funding By 2024

THE ONION —Saying the extra income would be a major boon both for individual citizens and the country at large, a study released Monday by the Congressional Budget Office confirmed that a mass extinction of the world’s flora and fauna could free up billions of dollars in conservation funding over the next decade.

“According to our projections, if the ongoing global extinction of the world’s 8.7 million species continues at current rates, the U.S. stands to pocket some serious cash, likely enough to cover most infrastructure projects we’ve been putting off,” CBO deputy director Robert Sunshine said, adding that the elimination of entire ecosystems, such as rainforests, would usher in the elimination of Medicare and Social Security funding shortfalls as well. “Even if we just lost panthers, we’d be almost $1 billion ahead.

Take them and almost every other living creature out of the picture, and we could build a nationwide high-speed rail line and have some left over for a number of really amazing, top-of-the-line weapons systems.” Sunshine went on to confirm that the government has blueprints for fixing the nation’s education system “ready to go” the second humpback whales disappear.

Wishful thinking is dangerous. Keep it real. AHO.

See you in 2019 as we begin our push for meditations to halt global warming at the North Pole in 2020. Be cool and join the tribe at coolestmeditationever.com

Robin Williams Gives Newly Departed Friend a Whale of a Ride

During my stay at Malibu’s Great Spirits Ranch, hosting events and running social media for the bulk of 2012, I was blessed to meet many amazing stars of the LA spirit community.  One of those LA stars is now my partner in love, biz and life, Elizabeth England. We’ve been living in bliss together now for three years, nestled in a lovely home in Sedona.

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Annelise Balfour Couchman (Annalisa)

As we work round the clock to get the word out about an amazing line of EMF protection devices that literally save lives on our new CoolestTechEver.com e-commerce site, it can be easy to actually forget that magical time. A time when all of us in the yoga and meditation community across the planet were looking forward to the end of the Mayan calendar with hope for a new era in human awareness.

In that heady time, there was lovely woman named Annelise (Annalisa) Balfour who visited the Malibu ranch a few times for GSR events. Her mega-watt smile and contagious positive attitude made her a stand-out from the crowds who visited the 14 acres ranch, perched high above the city of Malibu in the Santa Monica mountains. Annelise was curious about my ET spirit guide Ohom and we had great conversation about the mission of the DreamShield to assist in gently elevating human consciousness through meditation.

Yesterday, amidst all the hype on FB surrounding the mid-term elections, which gratefully succeeded in the Dems taking the house to put some check on 45, I was shocked to learn that sweet Annelise had passed away from breast cancer. It instantly put all the nonsense surrounding Trump and our crazy-making politics into perspective.

Monday, at Ross Pittman’s of ConsciousLifeNews.com’s weekly power of eight meditation event, I asked the group to help Annelise on her journey. Everyone eagerly agreed. As soon as we all closed our eyes and dropped into our heart space I connected to my dear spirit guide Robin Williams; now enjoying an oceanic afterlife as a killer whale, after short reincarnations as a blue whale and a blue dolphin. Robin, who calls himself Nanu these days, volunteered to help in the group meditation.

Robin found Annelise’s spirit wandering the beach in Malibu. When she spotted Robin they connected telepathically and he playfully invited Annelise to swim out and climb aboard his back and hang onto his dorsal fin. Annelise happily accepted Robin’s invitation and soon they were off!

Annelise gleefully clung to Robin the killer whale like a mermaid born for this. Robin dove deep and soared up, flying from from wave to wave. Annelise laughed with carefree joy as the duo glided on the wind and waves.

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Now Robin dove deep.  Deeper and deeper, down to the bottom of the ocean he raced. At first Annelise worried about air but then chuckled she no longer had the need for mortal breathing. She gasped as up ahead a small portal of golden light opened, a glittering beacon on the dark ocean floor.

Robin told Annelise, “Sorry.  Too small for me. This is as far as I can take you, babe. Enjoy your journey to the center for the earth!”

I watched the vision from the Sedona meditation circle with a giddy smile as Annelise’s spirit accepted Nanu’s whale of an invite and dove into the golden portal. Her spirit easily glided though the layers of the earth, gaining in power. Soon she arrived at the planetary core. But instead of hot magma she was amazed the earth’s core swirled in molten gold.

A large golden lever that stuck out from a golden column beckoned to Annelise. Free of mortal hesitation, she pulled the golden lever sharply down. To her joy a wave of golden energy sailed from the earth’s core rocketing out to the surface and kept right on going throughout the solar system and the whole universe.

The vision ended and I shared the story with our Sedona meditation group. Others shared visions too of her powerful presence. And I felt immense gratitude for the abundant health of my love Elizabeth and the mutual support we give each other as we continue to grow and develop as leaders of the conscious community.

Today, America awoke to a renewed Congress, blessed with 100 women of many races and creeds who, to record turnouts, were elected yesterday. Thanks for helping make that happen, Annelise and my coolest ever mediation Sedona pals! Safe journeys on whatever you are up to next on the other side, Annalisa. I have a feeling your part of your work will be helping heal the idiotic divides between the people.

Oh, and I’ll pass your thanks onto spirit guide and killer whale Nanu, AKA Robin Williams.

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Labor Day With Ohom & Coffee With Trump

During Mercury Retrograde it’s almost impossible for me to get in touch with my number one spirit guide Ohom.  For newer readers, Ohom is a 7 foot plus tall blue angelic being from a world called Nektar in the Orion star belt, located in the 16th dimension, who I connect to telepathically.

The world of Nektar has an icy climate, much like Antarctica’s. There it is insect life that evolved into the ruling intelligence deep beneath the planet’s frozen surface in nurturing geothermal pockets.  Nektarians like Ohom have no need for spaceships and travel the multi-quantum realms of time and space using their powerful hive mind.

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Ohom has been my guardian angel since my near drowning at age 4 when he helped a lifeguard see me as I sank beneath the waters of Devil’s Lake.  But I did not become consciously aware of Ohom’s presence until I had an awakening vision of the DreamShield in 2010 in Italy, a short 8 years ago.

Ohom’s advice about where and when to perform planetary meditations at critical times to aid in humanity’s evolution have taken me and my love Elizabeth to exotic destinations like Sedona, where we now live, Italy, Nashville, the pyramids of Egypt, The Bahamas, Antarctica in 2012 and more.

In 2017 Ohom challenged me and Elizabeth to hold a space of love for Trump and his supporters in the crowds at his inauguration. A hard task for me. Trump’s has a way of getting under my skin in his daily Tweet storms and media appearances.

But today, on this Labor Day 2018, I did so well in my meditations on Trump I actually manifested a coffee with Trump. Over key lime pie at the Chocola Tree I stayed in a solid space of compassion for our crabby grandpa of a president. The photo of my Trump coffee break closes this blog. Try not to skip ahead!

Back to Ohom. When Mercs get us out of touch, Ohom sends a variety blue birds to watch over me. They make themselves seen and heard with their beautiful calls.

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Retrograde finally ended for Mercury ended August 19th but Mars retrograde trailed on into this week. I finally got back in touch fully with Ohom last night.  Here’s beautiful new wisdom he’s offered:

Good and evil form a negative/positive infinity loop that powers all of reality.

A disability in one reality is a talent in another.

The North and South poles are quantum reality convergence nodes. This causes magnetism.  

A “hard Jump” is a timeline hop of extreme states, like shifting from a peaceful reality to war filled one.  

The brain is an energy snake. Different frequencies equal incarnations.

The root of all comedy is laughing at yourself in different timelines.

Looping over timelines is a way to achieve mastery and laugh at your prior ignorance.

Great stuff. Thanks, Ohom. Here are visions and codes Ohom sent me last night as well.

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MY PHOTO OPP WITH TRUMP

As promised above, here’s a photo of my coffee with Trump today. Yuri Trump that is. Yuri is a former personal trainer and now a superb Jeep salesman. He’s the guy I bought my new Rubicon from.

The three of us talked at length today over coffee and mimosas about President Donald Trump chances at reelection or impeachment. What made the chat especially enjoyable is the fact Yuri’s pal Dennis is a lawyer with a kindred fascination in politics. Our talk came out leaning more to fact DJT is likely to be in office until 2024.

Cool.  So if we are right I can keep mastering love for someone I’ve disliked since the 80s for another 6 years in the form of Donald Trump. Mastery is a bitch.

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Antarctica’s Purity Via Tesla Waves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, Nanu Nanu –”

“Just Nanu, Sheetzter.  Copyright stuff.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pause for reader laughter Robin tells me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Think Prius, ya noob.”

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

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

“Fin swear then. Will do, Robin.”

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

“Why?” I ask.

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

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

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

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

“Amen, Nanu!”

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

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

“Cool, Kenster.  Williams out!”

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