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How 12.12.12 Almost Did Not Happen – Part One

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Mayan Calendar, Mt. Shasta, Oneness, Planetary Meditations, The Shift, UFO4 Comments

no fear no doubts

If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy. – Dale Carnegie

By Ken Sheetz

There were at least 10 times on this trip when I thought I was stuck on the road to Antarctica.  The ego is a scared little bunny.  It shouted in my head, “You fool.  Depending on crowd funding for such and expensive trip!  You are going to die a homeless man in a foreign country!”

I didn’t get mad at my ego — egos being no more than organic device to keep us safe and alive when it comes down to it — but it got very noisy in Buenos Aires when I barely had taxi money after an unexpected $160 travel visa.  Again ego became deafening with fear soaked worry in another tight spot where I made the best of it working all night on the web in an Argentina pizza parlor not able to afford a hotel.

The trip was so tight I was constantly meditating to overcome ego fears #1, “You’re going to humiliated calling family for help.  You’ll  never live down not reaching Antarctica by 12.12.12 in the LA and Sedona spirit communities.”

But each time my ego mechanisms flared into protective action it was meditation that put me back in touch with my ET angel guides would calmly reassure me, “When the opposing energies, putting up huge psychic resistance to the change 12.12.12 will help bring about, think you beaten… you will triumph.”

After one meditation when I was stressing over a $2,000 hotel bill for two weeks in Buenos Aires when I was expending more than I was taking in.  This time I was given a spirit guide named Hans.  Hans, a Nazi who in life had fled to Argentina after being part of a failed plot to assassinate Hitler, told me to hold my head high and be positive in the face of fear.

You can hear me channel Hans in this video.  This is one of the first times I have shared channeling of a ghost.

After 2 months on the road filled with 15 hour days of crowd funding,I had finally reached the southern most city in the world, Ushuaia Argentina… on a one-way ticket.  I had beaten all the ego fears and raised $5,000, and a little more in value in barter, totaling $12,000 on the very first crowd funding for a meditation.

A meditation scheme that had angered some for it’s bold intent to shift the negative energy of the long predicted Mayan pole shift of to instead foster a cool change in human consciousness.  One irrational guy on FB accused me of trying to start a cult centered around myself.  I laughed it off: “A cult of one?”  This was a solo meditation after all!

For months I had ignored the call and hung out on the cool Malibu ranch I was doing social media for all through 2012.  The distance, the cold, the cost seemed impossible so I kept trying to do the polar meditation work remotely.  But the guides would tell me repeatedly I must physically be near the energy field on 12.12.12 of the South Pole in Antarctica.  Somehow, also the crowd voting with their contributions was part of the energetic and I was not allowed to just call on some of my wealthy pals to fund this trip.

I remained resistant to spirit running my life.  Stubborn to have my ego in control on my life.  Finally, to get me heading south for Antarctica my guides literally pushed me from a comfy lux assignment in Malibu at Great Spirits Ranch with everything from sinus infections, where I literally became allergic to the ranch, to being punched in the face and threatened with guns by a film shoot visiting the ranch.

So I began the research for travel to Antarctica.  To my shock I found nearly 40,000 tourists visit Antarctica each of our winters, which is their summer, December 21st to March 21st, on expedition cruises.  Pricing was a small fortune, about $11,000 a person on average.  So adding air cost and hotels I was looking at a $20,000 needed!  My total savings in September when the call from the spirit guides became deafening was a negative $350 in my over-drafted checking account.

Ignoring the spirits telling me crowd funding was a key factor in this mission I started calling my film backers from Chicago, but I could not get any interest despite having made now three excellent docs.  Why?  Because despite how cool they are they have not even broken even on cost.  A wildly successful of a real estate broker and builder in Chicago, I have been a creative success but not seen any big money success in film.  So investors never materialized.  I could have saved myself pain and trouble listening to spirit.

Finally, I surrendered and followed my guides advice and built the IndieGoGo and listened to spirit that I needed some final lessons and attunement in Sedona.  Within 5 minutes I had a 3 weeks barter of videos for room lined up with SpiritQuest in Sedona, the number one private retreat company in spirit mecca Sedona.  However, SpiritQuest turned out to be so fascinating to film and another project behind on editing left me little time to do Antarctica crowd funding.  And it showed.  We had raised on $250 in two weeks for Antarctica 12.12.12.

One November day Nick Edwards of Power of Pyramids called and asked if I would be wiling to film in Chichen Itza anywhere from 12.21 to 12.24.  Nick asked me to put aside 12.12.12 Antarctica to be sure to make the filming in Mexico but I flatly refused not wanting more sinus and gun trouble from my guides, who obviously do not kid around in keeping me on track.

Now I had enough to buy a one-way ticket from Sedona to Rio but I hesitated.  I’ve never traveled to South America.  Would I need shots?  Visas?  Crazy to travel without money for the hotels and not to all the way to the port of Ushuaia or to have a boat tickets.  My ego told me this was nuts, “You’ll be left stranded in South America and die of a tropical disease!”  Ego is such a pussy it’s funny.  Then a guide, female voice whispered, literally whispered in my ear as I was having breakfast and dilly dallying in Sedona, “Tarry not on the road to Antarctica.”

After weeks of Sedona tune up and healing from the daily cynicism of my Malibu client and a bad experience with former spirit partner who was only interested in free social media, I was ready to listen to my guides (who are even now telling me to keep sharing the mission  though I am back in LA on fumes).  I was ready to listen to spirit not ego.  So I hopped on the internet instantly and bought the one-way tickets to Rio.  I left Sedona with a lovely send off party by angel channel Terra Senorra.

I stopped though Vegas to fly to Rio, taking a Greyhound bus to my mother’s retirement condo a few days before Thanksgiving.  As I was showing mom the video about the trip to Antarctica my second-hand Apple MacBook pro computer went dead.  I checked the plug and it was shoot.  I did not have the $80 for a new one and Mom lent me the cash.  I tried to decline saying I’d have crowd money by the time I reached Rio but Mom insisted.  Mom is psychic and so I listened and my got the new cord with the help of my cantankerous stepfather.

Later, my grumpy stepfather freaked out driving me to the International airport, ready to drop me in the middle of nowhere.  But I calmly guided him to the departure gate as my mother shot him looks of disgust.  I kept waiting for my brother Fred, a steady supporter of my work, to make a little donation for the road but oddly he was not forthcoming.  Geminis!

And so with $40 in my wallet that my mother had smuggled me, I was off to Rio on a one-way ticket with no money yet for the boat ticket to Antarctica.

But I would not end up in Rio.  The angels had other plans for me.  I did not have a visa for Brazil which you need in advance from an embassy as it turns out.  And Copa Airlines was kind enough after hearing my objective was Antarctica to skip me ahead to Buenos Aires where you still need a visa but can buy it at the airport.  That all seemed wonderful.  I’d just go on the wifi at the airport and raised a little crowd money to pay the visa.  But when I got to the airport in Buenos Aires I was stuck in customs where there is no wifi and given only 3 hours to pay the fee or be deported back to LA!

T0 be continued on How 12.12.12. Almost Did Not Happen Part 2!

U-turn on the Road to Antarctica

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, The Shift, Uncategorized1 Comment

Life is what happens when we make other plans – John Lennon

By Ken Sheetz

I am so glad I listened to my spirit guides and turned around from my trip to Sedona, on route to Antarctica, to visit Bradley Quick in the hospital when I heard the news of his cancer.

Bradley passed like his name, Quick. His end was not a long drawn out affair but one of grace and humor where he broke all visit records at St. Joseph’s hospital.

Considering that hospital is in Burbank, the entertainment capital of the world that says a lot about the man Bradley Quick.

His family was pleasantly surprised by his amazing popularity and the love people have for him as they paid their last respects, still hoping he’d pull off a miracle and get well.Bradley work of his charity for http://thecoolchangefoundation.org/, which I hope carries on his amazing work in curing people of addiction through the media with broadcasts daily as a beacon of hope, is cool indeed.I was his roomie in barter for social media for 18 very cool months.
Bradley sang every day. Not well but joyously. Like all human relationships we had our ups and downs. Early in our Odd couple lifestyle I even punched Bradley in the face once over a territory fight over spitting in my sink one day. Bradley had Hep C and I was furious he’d spit in the one spot I reserved for washing my dishes!But I pulled the punch because Bradley would not put up his fists when I asked him to duke it out. He staggered back after my punch and still would not fight, despite being in better shape and ten years my junior.
We got past it and it became one of our favorite stories of my transformation under his daily life coaching.We got way past our original territory battles and I made over 150 videos with over 1 million views on YouTube and built Bradley’s popular LiveStream channel http://www.livestream.com/coolchange. But without question I got the better end of the barter with Mr. B. Thanks for teaching me how to be cool, Bradley Quick. I will dedicate a meditation for you on 12.12.12 in Antarctica and I know you’ll be at my side with the penguins for the completion of the planetary shift mission you set me on for http://dreamshield.org/With love on the road to Antarctica,
Ken Sheetz

LUXOR MEDITATION

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From the heights of these pyramids, forty centuries look down on us.
Napoleon Bonaparte

By Ken Sheetz

A powerful Shaman told me, in 2011, that before 12.21.12 got here I would do a powerful meditation to correct the energetic geometry of the Luxor pyramid to match that of Giza.  Now, over a year later, on June 13, 2012, the time had come to fulfill this part of my mission.  Hard to believe it has already been two years now of fantastic planetary meditations to many energetic points around the world- with many more to come, so stay tuned to this blog.

Lynda Valliche
Lynda Valliche

Despite being TSA-worn from the short hop flight from LA, I went straight to the Luxor hotel/casino and met my meditation partner for this DreamShield work, Lynda Valliche.  I explained to Lynda what we’d be doing over a coffee in the Starbucks tucked away in the vast lobby.  The actress , singer, business woman and healer was enthused to begin and so we headed into the sloped elevator and up into the pyramid.

I had booked a private room, 17-106 (any numerology experts out there?), for the meditation because I knew it would be impossible to meditate in the noisy casino/lobby or grounds of the hotel.  Lynda and I chatted excitedly as we made our way to the room across the 17th floor balcony, past the endless inverted rows of rooms.  I sensed ET beings taking up positions in each of the hotels hundreds of rooms to power the meditation.  The air of the giant hotel was totally electric.

While I used my Mac and Google to research the proper dimensions to make the Luxor an energetic twin to Giza, Lynda took apart the cushions of a lounge chair and arranged a comfortable place for us to meditate, near the sloped glass of the curtain wall.

Ken Sheetz’s natural eagle hair pattern appeared in 2010. I said It’s proved an amazing tool in his meditations.

Soon, Lynda and I were deep in meditation.  I held forth my hands to the windows, which floated in the sunlit reflection of the mirrored glass, looking quite alien.  I told Lynda I sensed the ET angels in each room putting their hands forth with us.  But as soon as I set the intent for the angels to create an energetic match to the Giza pyramid, I felt a resistance to the energetic expansion. After struggling a bit longer with the expansion I described the unexpected resistant energy to Lynda.

A moment later, Lynda’s guides sent her a message.  She explained she was being told that the mission had changed, that she and I were now to join the Luxor to a secret pyramid somewhere else in the world.  She asked me how I felt about this.

I said it rang true because the eagle pattern that appeared mystically in my hair pattern when I first saw the angels create the DreamShield in Italy in 2012, had begun to tingle.  I turned my energetic of the eagle loose and it blazed out the Luxor hotel windows and was quickly in high orbit, scanning the earth at impossible speed.  Soon, buried beneath a mountain in China, my mystical eagle located Lynda’s guide’s hidden pyramid.  Looking through the eagle’s eyes I gazed upon a giant China pyramid as it glowed with a white energy like the Luxor’s.  A shudder ran through me as the Luxor pyramid began adding thousands of levels to its ever-expanding base.  Deep into the earth the Luxor rapidly grew, while the pyramid in China did the same. Heading for a collision at the earth’s magnetic iron core.

Soon the two pyramids joined, not in a collision, but gently intertwining at the spinning earth’s core.  I felt pure electricity blast through me, but I was unafraid knowing Lynda and I were both well protected by the host of ET angels in the Luxor’s every room and on every new level added to the pyramid.  I saw an eagle-eye vision of a new giant diamond that spanned the earth between the opposing pyramids.

The planet size diamond now began to turn and blast out a powerful wave of energy that swept across the entire universe.  I marveled at the sight of alien races on many worlds welcoming this wave of new energy.  I was delighted seeing our work wash over countless worlds.  I was everywhere at once.  One with the cosmos, realizing the shift of 2012 is universal and earth’s role far more than we realize in our human form.

The dazzling visions faded and I lowered my trembling hands.  After sharing what we each saw and felt, Lydna expressed her dislike for the term “angels”.  I explained it was the best term I could use given how similar the ETs that work with me look to angels, except they are 7 to 10 feet tall, blue and have spiked wings that glitter. One can imagine that primitive man would think these ETs angels Gods. The explanation seemed to satisfy her a bit and we laughed it off, hugged good-bye and she hurried off for some fun with family and friends in good old 3D Vegas.

Alone in the room, the sun setting over Vegas, I walked to the sloped glass wall of the pyramid and touched it.  My happy face hung suspended in a reflection.  I chuckled because I had seen my face like this in a dream the previous week and now here it was.  Confirmation.  You see, I still have some lingering doubts from time to time about all this vision stuff.  The ETs give me these signs, like the eagle on branded on my head, to remind me this all real on another dimension of reality that affects ours.  I smiled at my alien-like reflection, amazed how these DreamShield meditations never turn out how I, or in this case a shaman in 2011, might have preconceived them.

And for these surprises in the planetary meditation work I am grateful.  The unpredictable nature of what we do keeps us safe from the dark forces who underestimate the power of the work.  I love how the element of surprise keeps all this so much fun for me and my mediation teams, from 2 and up in size, that been blessed to be a small, but vital, part of the shift to a gentle 2012.

Before she left the Luxor, Lynda made sure to tell me her guides say that outcome of the Shift is not yet certain.  I agreed because this is a free will world and the future has many possible outcomes.  But assured her that if we do the work my guides tell me humanity will not fail.  Change will come.  And it won’t be overnight change like some happy movie ending.  It might even seem hopeless at times.  But over 50 years, change will come and our world will be saved from our species’ self-destruction.  This has been a protected world since May of 2010.  The game is over and who knows if the process might accelerate?  But it certainly won’t be longer than 50 years, the speed at which a planetary transformation manifests currently.

In one epic dream after the Luxor meditation, I stood in a large group in ceremony at Great Spirits Ranch, where I am based in 2012 and blessed with amazing support.  And I saw an old friend get possessed by an alien presence.  My old pal’s face filled with black veins and then he assured me in a strained voice, “Everything will be fine.  Don’t give up.”  Talk about keeping me on target!

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BOGEY LEADS ANGEL RAID ON THE FED!

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“Top of the world, Ma!” – James Cagney WHITE HEAT

Spirit Reporter – Ken Sheetz

Angels do not condone violence as a solution, nor do I.  Not to say I won’t pop a guy one, with fair warming, if he pushes me too far.  I may see angels but I sure ain’t one.  Angels simply work in ways that are 5th dimensional and so they show me things in symbolic 3 dimensional ways I can understand and report to you.  Or for all I know they’ve added something to the water in LA.  I have no idea why I am seeing all this as an ongoing vision for 18 months solid now.  And what you see on my blogs is only about 20% of what I see.  I could literally write about all this 24/7 and never catch up.

A few nights ago I meditated and asked the DreamShield to show me what the angels were up to in the quest for gentle 2012.  I was whisked from LA to Chicago, where hundreds of earth angels, dressed like 1930’s mobsters, were shooting up my kinda town!

Earth angels zipped through the skies and skyscrapers of the loop, blasting away mercilessly at evil spirits corrupting our legal system and government.  Legions of lawyer and judge demon spirits were blown away with the angel Tommy guns blasting bullets of lethal light.  I laughed for joy at this unexpected angel work in my adopted home town!

On LaSalle Street I watched in wonder as none other that the great Humphery Bogart led a raid on the Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago.

I shouted to Bogey, “The Fed was a client of mine.  The people I worked with seemed like regular Joes.”

“Who the heck are you?”  Bogey said spinning on me.

“Ken Sheetz, a spirit reporter for the work of a gentle 2012.” I said as I held up my humble Flip camera.

“I’m huntin’ demons sucking the life outta Gaia, not regular Joes or dames!  Got it?!” said Bogey shouting in my face, not a smart thing to do with my childhood of having a Drill Sargent dad, but I liked what Bogey was up to and let it slide.

“How about a gun for me then?”

“Swell.  Jimmy give the junior reporter a heater!” Bogey said with relieved chuckle.

None other than the great James Cagey slapped a Tommy gun in my hands. “Welcome to the gang, kiddo.  Be sure you get my good side, my left, in any photos or I’ll brain you.”

“Ok boys, time to cut the Fed’s credit line!”  Bogey shouted.

“Kill any demon that moves and the ones that don’t.” added Cagney as the angel gangsters all cheered.

Guns blazing, Bogey led our charge into the Federal Reserve lobby.  Demon guards drew ray gun pistols that were no match for the angels hail of light bullets.  Even your faithful reporter lost all journalistic objectivity and got in demon kills.  And before you know it the battle was done, the lobby clear.

“Nothing here but a stinking money museum!” Bogey fumed.

“How’s about this? ” said Cagney pointing to an armored elevator door locked tight with an electronic keypad.

“Try 11 -11-11 as the combo,” I offered.

Cagney rolled his eyes. “No pathway to Gaia’s gonna be some lame combo any sap could stumble on.”

“Do like he says!” Bogey snapped.

Cagney complied punching in all the numbers, “See? No dice.”

“Add four more 11s for 11:11 PM. No, wait, four more 11s for AM too.”

Cagney punched in the numbers. “Crap.  So many ones I lost track!  Your honor Mr.Elevens.”

I counted on my fingers saying, ” 11.11.11 and 11:11 AM and PM.  That’s 7 -11s, fourteen ones.”  and punched in the numbers.  Not an easy task as I thought as the pattern on the keypad kept shifting and the #1 hopped to another spot every couple of seconds.  But as I punched in the 14th one, the heavy armored elevator door opened.

What we saw was not good however.  No elevator, just darkness and showers of sparks where the elevator cab should have been.

“Wise guys cut the cords.  Gotta make a jump for it.” Bogey said looking down the miles deep shaft filled with dangerous sparking wires.

“Well, boys, in for a dime… ” shouted Cagey as he jumped past Bogey into the shaft.

The rest of the angel gang followed.

“Sheetz, stay behind and watch our backside.” said Bogey jumping into the fray and not giving me time to argue.

I peered down the scary elevator shaft, filming the brave angels battle slithering snakes of dark energy.  Something stunk.  I was aware of an evil presence.  I spun and looked smack into the face with a giant golden snake.  Its pitiless eyes looked right through me with the heartless effectiveness of a credit report.

“Stand aside, mortal.  Thisss is not your fight.” the golden snake spoke!

I raised my Tommy gun.  “I’ll be the judge of that.”

The snake leaped for me, fangs dripping with venom.  My Tommy gun blazing, the snake and I fell together down the elevator shaft.   ‘

I found myself in my boardroom at my Chicago real estate company. My partner and I were laughing as my construction manager sweated bullets.  It was 1990, one year before my fall from the easy credit I had ridden to the top of Chicago’s commercial real estate world.  We all laughed as the prospective “tenant” and took off her clothes in the middle of our employee’s presentation.

Bats flew at me as the snake hissed, “How can a man with so little respect for women that he’d bring a stripper to come into his company’s offices be a champion of Gaia?”

The snake was right. I had no comeback and it infuriated me.  I drew my sword and switched on my red ethereal armor for battle as we fell for the center of the earth.

“Rage is your answer and your undoing!” said the snake as it bit right through my armor.  Armor had never failed me and now in over  a year of these visions.  Poison raced through my veins.  The speeding tumble of wires and the laughing gold snake faded.

It was 1991, I was in my family room hollering like a crazy man at my wife.  Still, she bravely refused to sign the second mortgage papers I shoved in her face, papers that would have given me $250,000 to keep my failing real estate company alive.

The golden snake and I hit beam as it bit into my leg, fangs piercing me the bone.  As we plumeted for the depths, locked in mortal combat, I saw a fevered parade of all the women I’d somehow hurt in my life, a fiance’, lovers, friends, co-workers, my daughter, my mother, even my Irish grandmother.

The snake was right!   How could a chauvanist-jerk like me help the angels free Gaia’s heart from the vampire energy of the Fed tapping her dry?

“I’ve pumped enough poison into you to kill ten men! Why do you still persissst?”  the golden snake hissed, shaking me in its jaws like a limp rag doll.

By the freshness that flowed in the dank elevator shaft I knew angels were near.  Bogey flew past as he took aim at the great serpent.  “Because Sheetz is already dead and now, snake, so are you!”  The angels opened fire and the snake vaporized in a hail of angelic fire.

Cagney caught me in his arms, “Gotcha, kid!”

“What did, Bogart, mean I am already dead?” I asked, feeling better already.

“Get some sleep now.  We got miles left to go.  Christ you’re heavy!” Cageny complained as I drifted off.

I sat alone on Oak Street beach of Lake Michigan.  It was winter 1992.  Snowflakes swirled as I stared at the waves.  I’d lost everything, my skyscraper, my cars, my company, my wife and kids.  I walked into the icy water and kept walking until I was deep beneath the lake and I drowned.

I blinked awake in a great cavern, Bogart, Cagney and the angels all about me.  “But if I died in 1992 how am I still alive in 2011?,” I said raising my throbbing head.

“Are you alive?” chuckled Bogart.

“Seems like I am,” I said checking my pulse.

“Look, kid, this ain’t no time for a lecture on mutli-verses.  Alls that’s important you showin’ up to record what the angels do and give the people hope.  Now shoot your camera over there.”

Note Cagney’s wings of flame in the film WHITE HEAT? I saw him blow up the tap to Gaia before finding this amazing still.

Bogey pointed to Cagney who was placing dynamite atop the energy tap the fed had to the core Gaia.  The tap flowed with her precious blue-white energy to Federal Reserve and World Bank siphons all across the earth.

Now an army of snakes rose from the ashes of the old and surrounded Cagney.

“Get outta there, Jimmy. We can try this another day!” shouted Bogey.

“Got my left side, Sheetzy?”

I flashed Cagney the thumbs up as I had him my Flip camera’s view finder.

“Made it, Ma!  Top of the world!” Cagney shoved down the plunger.

The cavern filled with explosions and fire that made hell seem like a picnic.  I couldn’t see him, in the smoke and fire, but I heard Bogey shout,”Gaia is free!

I rose to full consciousness from my meditation, knowing in some crazy way that what I see the angels doing on another plane of reality helps our world, but wondering if I am in fact a ghost.

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The 11.11.11 Visions – #2 – The 11th Vault and Its Uninvited Guardian

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Most of the shadows or this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

By Ken Sheetz

11.11.11 was here at last.  The date that I’d been getting messages to hold a DreamShield event on since 5.5.10, when I saw the 7 foot tall blue angels build a force field around earth that was capable of harnessing the mass consciousness of humanity to protect this world and help manifest a gentle 2012.  Looking at the sentence I just wrote, I still have a hard time believing the 30 some events attended by so many now and recorded on YouTube in over 200 videos from around the world in just 18 months has really happened.

Really, I don’t proclaim to believe to know what’s behind any of my visions, could be anything from a tumor to the real thing, angels from outer space, and here was all this happening and much more to come.  And happening to a man not used to the public spotlight.  A filmmaker who prefers to stay behind the camera rather than in front.

11.11.11 - The Ascension Convention, LA

Unfortunately, come 11.11.11 I had been so busy helping put this event together, from securing our location event sponsor EARTH SHIFT PRODUCTS, also our 10.10.10 sponsor and to whom we are eternally grateful, to using my old architectural skills of making floor plans to marketing, via my social media company BuzzBroz, to arranging video production gear for the day, planning interviews with exhibitors and much more, that I’d not given much thought to my part in the ceremonies Laura De León had planned so impeccably for the day, but, out of love and respect, had left me the space to plan by myself.  And I’d planned nothing.

What the heck would I do on stage, in front of all these people who had paid to be here, if I saw no angels?  Sing karaoke?  Do a card trick?  I’d actually had one in my pocket I was not very good at.   It felt like one of those college exam dreams where you lost your speech and had to go on before the class, naked.

Nora Delgado's Workshop

Fortunately, Laura had plenty more wonders for the people to experience that day than me if I bombed.   As Laura’s day of amazing workshops on ascension minded topics drew to a close I took to the stage and looked at the enthused crowd.   A crowd that would have been larger but for the rains that were now starting to patter on the beautiful big tent that I thanked the angels was here for us.  I’d been angry with the angels all week during the lousy weather forecasts. It hardly ever rains in California.  Why rain and cool weather on this magical day of 11.11.11?

A voice kept assuring me, ” All is as it should be, Ken.  These fine group of people who braved the weather are just what this meditation to unlock the 11th vault needs.”

“Easy for the angels to say,” I raged inwardly at the voice within me.  “ETs and angels have no need for money.  This rain means I just worked 15 hour days for three months without a day off without a pay day.  Angels are lousy bosses.”

Laura De Leon introduces nervous me (Note the tongue.)

Very small of me, I know, chewing out angels.  They don’t call me the Larry David of the spirit world for nothing!  All my spiritual growth of the past 18 months was out the window.  So when Laura asked if I could speed things up on my meditation as the night was already behind schedule, well, this did not help my disposition.  Ironically, the theme of the night was Laura’s brilliant idea of humanity ascending from ego consciousness to living from the heart, and here I was having a ego trip about being rushed at my own event.

Yes, my angels love comedy.  It’s a galactic reality show I feel at times with all of us as human cameras, cameras that also have every human sense recorded for the galactic audience to relish in.  Kinda like THE MATRIX meets THE TRUMAN SHOW.  At times, frankly it pisses me off to be laughed at so much.  But ETs, as Jackie Salvitti of ETHEALING.COM, one of our night’s featured speakers, says, “ETs have a great sense of humor.”

It explains much.  How boring watching us would be if our weather were perfect.  Yeah, angels are stinkers that throw challenges at us that would make any reality show producer blush.  You heard it here first.

But all my doubts and ego subsided as I looked over the beautiful crowd of eager happy faces in the tent.  Honestly, Ive done a lot of public speaking in business and attended many events, but in all my 30 years of that corporate junk I’ve never seen a crowd as open as receptive and beautiful as the one gathered under the tent at Rancho De Las Palmas. The stinker angels were right.  This was the perfect crowd to meditate on opeing the hearts of banks.

Then suddenly, as the crowd’s passion picked me up off my grouchy butt, dozens blue angels materialized, filling every the empty white seat scattered in the crowd.  As I reported this news of ET angels joining the 11th Vault meditation, a thrill went through the gathering.

Now, I began to see earth from space and the golden vault door that was hiding the heart of earth’s banks.  This earth-size safe cracking was a mammoth job I told the meditating crowd.  Honestly, folks.  Whatever it is we are we are far more powerful than we know.  I could feel the energy of the crowd willing the vault to open.   The crowd’s energy filled my exhausted body with vitality and I knew in that moment what has kept old performers like the Stones young and alive.

Next, I saw millions of angels pulling at the golden door.  I shouted joyously the meditating crowd, “Imagine if we can open the vault and warm the heart of the banks! Banks with a heart would no longer fund wars, fund polluters! Banks with a heart would no longer steal peoples homes, impoverish us and would instead of enrich us.  At 11:11 PM let’s open the vault!”  I left the stage to applause, drained of my last reserves but feeling the energy of the crowd and angels building.

Laura turned to me as I took my seat and said, “Wow.”  Which made me feel a whole lot better.  I was almost myself again.

Laura De Leon blows the spiritual roof off the tent with Philippo Franchini

As the amazing night continued, the vision built.  At Aros’ dolphin mediation I caught a glimpse of lasers cutting the vault. At Jackie Salvitti’s amazing ET healing I saw my higher angel self with a stethoscope trying to break the combo. At Renato Longato’s amazing speech about ETs and their role in 2012 I saw the circular pavilion, where the exhibitors worked flawlessly during the day, become a giant spaceship pumping energy to the DreamShield, where the White Tree of 10.10.10 still stood.

And rather than seeing something, during Laura’s amazing singing with Philippo Francnhini, I felt a spark of something new ignite in my heart.  A spark that is still growing.

Finally, as Laura conducted the 11:11 PM mediation I closed my eyes and instantly saw the angels work reach its climax: The vault turned red-hot and simply vaporized in a shimmering wave.  Laura handed me the mic and asked me to report what I saw to the crowd.

I felt like the stoic Bruce Willis character in THE FIFTH ELEMENT when all I said was…

“The angels melted the vault.”

6 moths of meditations on opening the vault to hearts of Earth’s banks,  some very painful and poignant, but for the final vault this was all there was to it?  I was hoping to see more!

But the crowd cheered and danced for joy in the puddles that seeped under the beautiful tent.  I took a seat, too tired to enjoy the fun and wondering where was the heart of the banks?  I expected the banks to have a heart, my theory, as explained in the video above, that since the corporations have fought to recognized as living beings that this would mean they have a heart was kaput.  And I’ve seen the hearts of Apple and Disney and warmed them in past meditations with angels.  Now here, blessedly, there was only Gia, Mother Earth, free of the banks that had been sucking off her like a vampire.  But no bank heart to be found!

I can only conclude one of two things from the no heart scenario.  One, the heart is hidden somewhere on this world or, two, and very chilling, that banks are truly as heartless as they seem.  I prefer to think the heart of banks are hidden and that my higher self with the aid of the angels will find that heart and warm it.  Ever since 11.11.11 I have been doing just that in meditations.  Still not even a clue.  God knows we need to find that heart!

Back to the 11.11.11 fun and a moment that stunned me.  A couple that were in human form, but of other worldly height and perfection of form came up to me and congratulated me on the meditation with warm hugs.  The male must have been 7 feet tall and the woman a good 6 foot plus.  I asked if I could take a picture, thinking they were ETs, and they said yes.  I turned to get my camera out of my pocket but when I looked up they were gone.

After working until 2 AM to pack up the event and collapsing into bed at the hotel in that exhausted state where visions come easily, I saw to my shock that a beast had been in our midst as the crowd danced!  Our uninvited hairy guest was big and ugly, with the head of a black bull!  I’ve been told by my spirit guides that this Minotaur was an angry Wall Street spirit guarding the 11th vault.  Defeated, it was lost and out of job.

My spirit guide Angus assured my fearful mind that the confused beast was quickly tossed out of the tent by his Galactic enforcer clan, a vision to itself.  I’d not seen any of this in real time as I was too tired.

Was I imagining this beast?  Well, a few days later Laura would email me, without having heard my after vision story of the uninvited guest, that she had clearly heard a beast-like grunt come from near me.

And this after-vision of the Wall Street Minotaur would be just the start.  There was much more to the visions of 11.11.11 to come in the following days and weeks.

LOOKING FORWARD TO 2012

12.12.12 is the last primary date the voice in Italy has told me must be honored to power the DreamShield for the completion of this gentle 2012 mission on 12.21.12.  This will be a 10 day long symposium where all we have learned from 10.10.10 and 11.11.11 and other of the smaller events will be put to work.  We’re going to have this one somewhere warm and dry tropical, Hawaii.  Ha!  Try to make Hawaii’s weather funny, angels!  Oh, wait, volcanoes.  Never tempt angels.  Sorry, guys.

Too early for advanced 12.12.12 tickets, but stay tuned as I work on venue and sponsors, this time giving myself a full year to get this stuff done so I can enjoy myself at my own event!  Meanwhile, however, your love donations at DreamShield.org at the PayPal link on the page help me report work on the angel visions which, hopefully with your help, I will one day gather into a book.

And stay tuned as well for a February the rescheduling of Renato’s DreamShield UFO Sky Watch which was rained out on 11.11.11!

The 11.11.11 Visions – #1 – 11.10.11

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“The oneness many in spiritual work have been talking about may be about something else entirely.  Namely, oneness with our multi-universe selves.” — Ken Sheetz

I could write entire blogs about each of these visions but I will be brief and let the vision art I am creating do a lot of the talking.

#1 – 11.10.11

It was long day of prepping for the big 11.11.11 Ascension Convention event.  Exhausted, I stagger to my room at the Grand Vista hotel near Rancho De Las Palma, the event site, tear back the covers and collapse into bed without even the energy to brush my teeth.  I am instantly in that semi-conscious state that often leads to visions.

Soon my spirit leaves my fatigued body and I ascend above the Simi Valley.  But the air is not normal.  Rather it is like a great faceted diamond, pancaked from horizon to horizon.  My higher self tells me that these fractals in the atmosphere are all different universes where I exist in many pieces and places.  One universe, where for example, I am still married, another where I am still an architect, and so on, one universe for every possible choice I’d ever made or the world made for me.

My higher self now says it is time to unite all my divided selves.  So I hold forth my hands and begin to will all my countless selves into this one vessel.  Slowly at first, but with a growing speed that dazzles me, billions of my other selves start to integrate into one ascended self.  As the amazing process continues at exhilarating speeds that are indescribable, the sky fractals become less and less until the sky is one and so am I!

Knowing I am done, my spirit flys back to my meditating body in the Grand Vista hotel and I fall blissfully asleep, excited for the magic that awaits me on 11.11.11.

11.11.11. Occupy the Hearts of Earth’s Financial Corporations Meditation

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“We are ascending from an EGO based existence to living from our HEARTS!  The ascension is within!” – Laura De León

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

A Driven Dryfus in CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND

As we cruise at light speed for the 11.11.11 Ascension Convention, which Event Director Laura De Leon,I and our team of volunteers, work on this amazing event with a dedication bordering on the driven behavior right out of CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND.  Or in the case of our 11.11.11 meditations of ETs and their role in the shift, A CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE THIRD EYE.

Yes, it all makes sense as DreamShield began from ET angels.  I can still see their alien skin sparkle and their gowns glow, thinking back to the yoga hall in Italy in May of 2010.  I watched breathlessly as the ET angels created the energetic force field I eventually named the DreamShield… once I came out of shock.  An energy field that has many names.  One of such infinite power that one day humanity will learn to use it to shift earth from one part of its orbit to another to out dance any hostile element or foe, perhaps take us safely into the 5th Dimension.

Earth Angel and 11.11.11 Event Director Laura De León

Laura, with little help from me — as I’ve been busy creating the website, making 11 promo videos and populating the event on Facebook after securing sponsor Earth Shift Products (how perfect is that?) for the amazing venue of Rancho De Las Palmas and arranging to film the spectacle for LiveStream.com/DreamShieldTV — has worked herself to exhaustion assembling a stellar group of a dozen workshops, great musicians and exhibitors for this interstellar event.

And to cap it all off Laura secured Galactic Dolphin channeler Aros Crystos, my friend the DreamShield-Nashville, Renato Longato, a famed UFO expert, and Jackie Salvitti, an ET healer, as the keynote speakers of the day with music by out of this world Philippo Franchini, who will accompany Laura in sacred song.  Take a peek but come back.

My hope is that all the 1s in the 11.11.11 date are a sign of first contact and that Renato, who is gifted at calling in UFOs for Sky Watches where ships have in fact been filmed with witnesses of 20 people, see the video on our DreamShield official 11.11.11 web page, will succeed in getting a ship to land so that all who wish might take a quick trip to Mars on to cap off the great day.  Hey, a guy can dream can’t he?

THE 11TH VAULT MEDITATION

Somehow, during all the commotion of The Ascension Convention prep work, the message for what I am to conduct my meditation about on 11.11.11 has come through loud and clear.  The premise is clever and powerful.  Like I say ET angels have a great sense of humor and irony.

Corporations fought tooth and nail with our courts over the past 150 years to be and remain classified as artificial living beings.  Artificial beings, strangely, with the same human rights as we the people.  And they succeeded.  But what the corporations did not foresee, but what the angels have, is that in becoming living things they created a heart for themselves.  Granted, that corporate heart may pump money instead of blood, but a heart is more than a pump and we together with the ET angels are going to warm that corporate heart!

I see that once their hearts are warmed they can no longer fund war, harmful products or tolerate poverty and famine.  As Laura said when she convinced me of the ascension theme for this event “The Ascension is Within” and this mediation is the ultimate inside bank job.

Come meditate with us on 11.11.11 to Re-Boot the planet into the Golden Age. Tickets for 11.11.11 The Ascension Convention  on sale at DreamShield.org

Wings for 11/11/11

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Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. – Thomas Edison

Dreamblogger – Ken Sheetz

It’s October 8, 2011 . I just turned 59 a couple weeks ago.  I am officially pushin’ 60.  Laura and I have been working 7 days a week, 12 to 15 hours a day prepping for 11/11/11.  And it’s started to catch up with me.

A few blogs ago I wrote of the binary blast of dates we are passing through that are DreamShield’s most potent meditation dates: 10/1/11, 10/10/11, 10/11/11, 11/1/11, 11/10/11.  The meditations which operated at a planetary scale thanks to being angel powered are nonetheless exhausting.  I prayed, “Angels give me strength!”

As I awoke stiff and sore a few mornings ago in my humble room at BushWillows, where because the owners preferred not to market their spirit retreat with social media instead chose help in the lovely gardens, I meditated for energy.  Four angels appeared at the corners of room.  Before I could utter a word or even a thought they flipped over and pressed their hands to the floor.

The room plunged deep into the earth at a frightening speed.  Soon the angels, plus terrified me, reached the molten magnetic core of the earth. I was told without words I would be safe and to let Gia’s energy renew me at a molecular level.  After about a minute of this intense energy bath the angels reversed course flying back for the planet surface.

But as we quickly reached the room and my meditating body the angels flew me, bed and all out through the DreamShield, the energetic force field they built for humanity to use in caring for this world.  My bed transformed to a small spacecraft, something I’d seen happen to my friend who passed recently with his wheelchair.

“Inspect the DreamShield. Report back here” I was told.

I orbited earth many times in very short order.  I reported to the angels, “Many areas over scared sites on earth are weak in the DreamShield.”

“Where are these weak points?” a dazzling new angel I’d not met before asked.

“Mostly over the pyramids.  Like clouds of darkness”

The angel I’ve come to know a Michael floated to my ship’s forward window. “The binary dates leading to 11/11/11 are vital, Ken.   All must be honored with a meditation.  This is not an option.  Do the work and to seek out fresh meditation locations.”

Before I could open my mouth I was sent hurtling down through the DreamShield, the clouds over LA and back into my bed at BushWillows when I roused myself from meditation.  I was brimming with energy and ready to honor the angels’ instruction.

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Birthday Visit

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For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.  – Carl Sagan

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

I’m not talking about my birthday visits yesterday.  A birthday filled with love, my best ever.  The day started with clearing cobwebs from the former horse stables, where I am staying at though the big 11/11/11 DreamShield.org event,  as my daily chore, then a 20 miles bike ride to Laura de Leon’s, my partner in DreamShield, where I was greeted with a rendition of Happy birthday by Laura and her husband Bob, then quickly off to a session with Philippo Franchini to rehearse a song about transformation that Laura composed over 20 years ago that I filmed, then an amazing coffee where Laura did an amazing healing for my inner child, a birthday dinner with Bob an Laura at Miceli’s where Peter Pergelides sang a hilarious birthday rendition and fianlly watching one of my favortie spiritual films HOLY SMOKE on the amazing home theater at Bob and Laura’s.

No, not about my birthday visit but my father’s.  Dad passed of cancer on January 17th of this year, just before I left to meditate on closing the Bermuda Triangle.

A mysterious place many experts believe is a failed ancient alien experiment that caused the fall of Atlantis and all of our wars.  My father’s ghost was with aboard ship with me and cheered me on all through the three nights of meditations.  Stormy nights where I was blessed, Dad at my side, who had clad me in ethereal armor the former welder had made himself, to witness the angels battle the dark forces and triumph in closing the evil triangle for once and all.

There were many more visits from my father’s spirit all the way through March, one where he applied a blue angelic balm to my back to heal psychic wounds of a childhood trauma he put me through.  His apology and the balm worked wonders on healing my heart.

The last visit from my father’s ghost had been on May 5, 2011 when he appeared during a meditation. Dad gave me 12 horses and a golden chariot as a one year anniversary present of the day I saw the angels build an energetic shield around the planet while deep in meditation in a yoga hall that was a former horse stable in Italy.

This morning, a day before dad’s birthday, a new rescue dog, that Laura and Bob took in from a fellow light worker who needed a home for her pooch as she was to be traveling the world through 2012 and who they renamed Zoe because it was named Bella, same as their first rescue dog – this couple have amazing hearts – woke me a 6 AM to go outside.

Half asleep, I walked Zoe out into Bob and Laura’s backyard paradise where we’ve hosted many DreamShield events.  My father’s distinctive regular Joe voice came to me.

“Morning, son. Happy birthday.”

I smiled.  Glad to hear his voice again after all these months. “And you too, for tomorrow, Dad.  The Equinox falls on yours this year.”

“I know,” Dad’s voice echoed in my head.  “And there’s a big surprise coming.”

“In honor of your birthday?”

“Nah.  The Equinox, ” he chuckled in a way that used to annoy me like it was a put down. Something the former drill segeant did too often in life.  But joyously there was no pain in my heart from his teasing,  “Something big for the world happens tomorrow.”

“Can you be more specific, Dad?”

“Let it be a surprise,” he said.

“Come on.”

Never great with secrets Dad quickly hinted,”OK, it’s your birthday, so I will tell big stuff will happen in many places in the world and especially America.”

“Where?” I asked, realizing sounding like I was more a reporter than a son talking to his dead father so I added. “Please, Dad, give me another hint.”

“Look up.”

“First contact with ETs?!” I said out loud I was so excited.  Zoe looked over from where she was sniffing on the other side of the pool.

“Not allowed to say more, sonny boy.  Just tell people, ‘Don’t be afraid.'”

Just then I noticed Zoe had disappeared.  It shook me from my contact with Dad.  There are hungry coyotes in the hills here in Studio City and Zoe would make a tasty breakfast for the beasts who roamed these hills long before even the Native American did.

I began soflty calling for the little white dog, not wanting to wake my hosts.  After an sleepy search of the property I found the little dog had scratched on Laura’s door and was safely tucked away on Laura’s bed.  Laura was startled as I peered in the door.  It was only 6AM and so she asked to go back to sleep.  So I decided to share the message from my dad, who says he likes Laura, over breakfast with my hosts before I bike back to BushWillows and the converted horse stables I am living in through the 11/11/11 event Laura and I have named The Ascension Convention.

Morning, earth.  Look to the skies tomorrow and fear not.  If I guessed right from my Dad’s hints right we are to experience first contact on the Equinox tomorrow.  But if I guessed wrong and Dad was pranking me, something he loved to do endlessly in life, it was good to hear from my father anyway and bask in my best birthday ever.

After note.  I guessed wrong.  My dad was talking about the NASA satellite the size of a bus that fell to earth at 3AM PST the 24th of September, his birthday, off the Pacific coast of America.

Ken, Laura and Bob

Ascension Symptoms

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“The Shift is not for sissies.” – Laura De Leon

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Painting by Vincent Van Gough

When a friend of mine became totally lost and confused today — reacting angrily, almost like a dementia victim — I realized today after much meditation that there’s a reason I am going through the Shift in a more gentle way. Namely, the angels tell me it’s going to be my job to be a guide for those lost in the Shift.

In the past 3D way of doing things I would likely be angry myself at the terrible things this person is saying and how they are behaving towards me. But I have only compassion, yes after some human annoyance, for their dazed behavior.

Back in 2010 in spiritual workshops called SoulDrama that took place in Italy and New Jersey I was gifted with the spirits of clarity and compassion. No accident I now realize.

Here is important piece from eaglespiritministry.com a year ago. The eagle is my totem animal etched in my hair pattern.  Back then found the article as farfetched as the eagle appearing in my hair pattern. But after seeing so many people going though these very symptoms, most of which I too have in milder form I can cope with, I know the ascension symptoms are all too real.

Ascension Symptoms (Sickness)

1. Feeling as though you are in a pressure cooker or in intense energy; feeling stress.
Remember, you are adjusting to a higher vibration and you will eventually adjust. Old patterns, behaviours and beliefs are also being pushed to the surface. There is a lot going on inside of you.

2. A feeling of disorientation; not knowing where you are; a loss of a sense of place.
You are not in 3D anymore, as you have moved or in the process of moving into the higher realms.

3. Unusual aches and pains throughout different parts of your body.
You are purifying and releasing blocked energy vibrating at 3D, while you are vibrating in a higher dimension.

4. Waking at night between 2 and 4 a.m.
Much is going on in your dream state. You can’t be there for long lengths of time and need a break. This is also the ‘cleansing and releasing’ hour.

5. Memory loss.
A great abundance of short term memory loss and only vague remembrances of your past. You are in more than one dimension at a time, and going back and forth as part of the transition, you are experiencing a ‘disconnect’. Also, your past is part of the Old, and the Old is forever gone. Being in the Now is the way of the New World.

6. ‘Seeing’ and ‘hearing’ things.
You are experiencing different dimensions as you transition, all according to how sensitive you are and how you are wired.

7. Loss of identity.
You try to access the Old you, but it is no longer there. You may not know who you are looking at in the mirror. You have cleared much of your old patterns and are now embodying much more light and a simpler, more purified divine you. All is in order, You are okay.

8. Feeling ‘out of body’.
You may feel as though someone is talking, but it is not you. This is our natural defence mechanism of survival when we are under acute stress or feeling traumatized or out of control. Your body is going through a lot and you may not want to be in it. My ascension guide told me that this was a way of easing the transition process, and that I did not need to experience what my body was going through. This only lasted a short time. It passes.

9. Periods of deep sleeping.
You are resting from all the acclimating and are integrating, as well as building up for the next phase.

10. Heightened sensitivities to your surroundings.
Crowds, noise, foods, TV, other human voices and various other stimulations are barely tolerable. You also overwhelm very easily and become easily overstimulated. You are tuning up. Know that this will eventually pass.

11. You don’t feel like doing anything.
You are in a rest period, ‘rebooting’. Your body knows what it needs. In addition, when you begin reaching the higher realms, ‘doing’ and ‘making things happen’ becomes obsolete as the New energies support the feminine of basking, receiving, creating, self-care and nurturing. Ask the Universe to ‘bring’ you what you want while you are enjoying yourself and having fun.

12. An intolerance for lower vibrational things of the 3D, reflected in conversations, attitudes, societal structures, healing modalities, etc.
They literally make you feel ‘sick’ inside. You are in a higher vibration and your energies are no longer in alignment. You are being ‘pushed, to move forward; to ‘be’ and create the New.

13. A loss of desire for food. Your body is adjusting to a new, higher state of being. Also, part of you does not want to be here anymore in the Old.

14. A sudden disappearance of friends, activities, habits, jobs and residences.
You are evolving beyond what you used to be, and these people and surroundings no longer match your vibration. The New will soon arrive and feel so-o-o-o much better.

15. You absolutely cannot do certain things anymore.
When you try to do your usual routine and activities, it feels downright awful. You are evolving beyond what you used to be, and these people and surroundings no longer match your vibration. The New will soon arrive and feel so-o-o-o much better.

16. Days of extreme fatigue.
Your body is losing density and going through intense restructuring.

17. A need to eat often along with what feels like attacks of low blood sugar.
Weight gain, especially in the abdominal area. A craving for protein. You are requiring an enormous amount of fuel for this ascension process. Weight gain with an inability to loose it no matter what you do is one of the most typical experiences. Trust that your body knows what it is doing.

18. Experiencing emotional ups and downs; weeping.
Our emotions are our outlet for release, and we are releasing a lot.

19. A wanting to go Home, as if everything is over and you don’t belong here anymore.
We are returning to Source. Everything is over, but many of us are staying to experience and create the New World. Also, our old plans for coming have been completed.

20. Feeling you are going insane, or must be developing a mental illness of some sort.
You are rapidly experiencing several dimensions and greatly opening. Much is available to you now. You are just not used to it. Your awareness has been heightened and your barriers are gone. This will pass and you will eventually feel very at Home like you have never felt before, as Home is now here.

21. Anxiety and panic.
Your ego is losing much of itself and is afraid. Your system is also on overload. Things are happening to you that you may not understand. You are also losing behaviour patterns of a lower vibration that you developed for survival in 3D. This may make you feel vulnerable and powerless. These patterns and behaviours you are losing are not needed in the higher realms. This will pass and you will eventually feel so much love, safety and unity. Just wait.

22. Depression.
The outer world may not be in alignment with the New, higher vibrational you. It doesn’t feel so good out there. You are also releasing lower, darker energies and you are ‘seeing’ through them. Hang in there.

23. Vivid, wild and sometimes violent dreams.
You are releasing many, many lifetimes of lower vibrational energy. Many are now reporting that they are experiencing beautiful dreams. Your dream state will eventually improve and you will enjoy it again. Some experience this releasing while awake. My mother commented one day that she believed I was having nightmares in the daytime.

24. Night sweats and hot flashes.
Your body is ‘heating’ up as it burns off residue.

25. Your plans suddenly change in mid-stream and go in a completely different direction.
Your soul is balancing out your energy. It usually feels great in this new direction, as your soul knows more than you do. It is breaking your ‘rut’ choices and vibration.

26. You have created a situation that seems like your worst nightmare, with many ‘worst nightmare’ aspects to it.
Your soul is guiding you into ‘stretching’ into aspects of yourself where you were lacking, or into ‘toning down’ aspects where you had an overabundance. Your energy is just balancing itself. Finding your way to peace through this situation is the test you have set up for yourself. This is your journey, and your soul would not have set it up if you weren’t ready. You are the one who finds your way out and you will. Looking back, you will have gratitude for the experience and be a different person.

OK, great stuff. I need only add my guides are telling me to assure you all will be well. The Shift is going be awesome for us all.

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