ROAD TO MT. SHASTA

On November 13, 2010November 22, 2010 By Ken SheetzIn 2012, UFO, Uncategorized1 Comment

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. – John Lennon

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

Last blog we jumped ahead to the psychedelic dream I had at Mt. Shasta that I am really an alien on a secret mission. I swear no drugs, folks. Just Mt. Shasta water and mojo. The place is amazing.

Now, let’s dream-jump back in time to the DreamShield event at North Hollywood’s Tujunga Park’s 9/11 monument on 11/01/10.

NEW FRIENDS

As the successful DreamShield ceremony winds to a joyous close, with Shaman Isabella Stoloff closing the healing vortex in the earth we’d dreamed together, a couple new to the group, Cali and Chris Rossen, invite us to join them for lunch at the Bombay Cafe.

Soon Cali’s breaking nana bread with about 8 of us, excitedly sharing a tremendous release of sorrow she felt when we washed the soiled 9/11 monument, not just with soap and water, but love. Cali then sweetly adds, to warm smiles from all, that she’s thrilled to have found a new family in her fellow DreamShielders. But Chris, though happy for Cali, his wife of 17 years, appears not to feel quite the same about our eclectic bunch of New Age healers.

After lunch Cali invites me to their home nearby to see angel art she created at age 5. Their wonderful home, where Clark Gable once had his studio, is perfect for this Hollywood power couple that writes, produces, acts and you name it in the film world.

BINARY SIGNS POINT TO MT. SHASTA

A few weeks earlier, our sponsors for the 24 Global 10/10/10 event, Lee McCormick, founder of SpiritRecovery out of Nashville, kindly invites me to join him at Mt. Shasta in Northern California for an event. But I am so busy wrapping up the reporting of 10/10/10, over 2 hours of videos, and then planning 11/01/10, I’d not really figured out if I could make it. When I finally do catch up it finally hits home that these are binary code dates –11/10/10 and 11/11/10 — that fall within Lee’s event. This is a sure sign I must go to the mountain.

Forgetting how tight my cash is I accept Lee’s invite to hold DreamShield meditations at Mt. Shasta on 11/10 and 11/11. Lee kindly grants DreamShield up to 4 guests (3+me) with free access to drop into his event, normally a $1200 each event ticket. When I send out the invite for the exclusive Mt. Shasta dream event on Facebook, Dr. Sarah instantly accepts as well as Cali, promising she’ll do her best to convince Chris to come along.

We have our dream team for Shasta. Now I start getting angel messages that this DreamShield mission will be big:

REDUCE EARTHQUAKE AND VOLCANIC ACTIVITY!

Angels work on a planetary scale I could never imagine myself. After all the amazing work with the angels I’ve been seeing since Italy, I have complete confidence in their spiritual abilities. Abilities focused into our physical world though the dream team human facilitators.

Plans to ride up to Mt. Shasta with Dr Sarah and meet up with the Rossens at the mountain change last minute when car troubles force Sarah to cancel. But Cali and Chris step up to share the ride, so now I’ll travel to the New Age Mecca with the Hollywood power couple.

NO ARGUING WITH ANGELS

The night before I am to leave, 11/9/10, an angel pops into a dream and startles me, “Wake up! You must do a 3:33 AM meditation to begin the Mt Shasta work.” I bolt awake and check my night clock. It’s 2:59 AM. I say to the angel still fluttering in my mind, “Please, I need my sleep.” But there’s no arguing with angels. I am gifted some energy and wide awake, up for the last minute meditation. So I shuffle out of bed, dress and do my best not to wake my roomie as I tiptoe out the front door, despite the fact our place has floors that squeak like a haunted house.

No traffic at this hour, so I easily make my way on my bike the mile and half to the site. I stop for a water at the 711 on the way, important for spiritual work as it dehydrates you. A man in the checkout line before me wears a jacket with an angel on it’s back. A sign I am on the right path.

I pedal for the 911 monument through the abandoned park. It’s a little scary at this crazy hour.

PRE-MT. SHASTA VISION

Meditating at the 9/11 monument to Ennio Morricone’s THE TRIO, I notice signs about the site I hadn’t noticed in the daylight. Signs that further supports the vision of clean energy future free of oil wars. The signs? Solar-powered street lamps light the 9/11 monument site set in a triangle.

Deep into the meditation, pounding the light poles like gongs, I see blue ET angels land in the vortex tree. Quickly gathering orb seed, the angels soar off, along with a reassembled Flight 11, filled with happy passengers. These orb seeds I am told will be planted along the San Andreas fault line to grow into series of giant energy trees feeding off the DreamShield that will heal the fault line with magical roots when we meditate in Mt. Shasta.

I can’t wait to make the trip in a few hours knowing such miraculous meditation success awaits us. I ride my bike back home in amazement and vlog about this pre-vision vision on YouTube through the wee hours. Luckily, I’m able to grab a few short winks before Cali arrives at 9AM. And after a quick business meeting for Chris, an internet wizard when he’s not writing screenplays, we are on the…

ROAD TO MT. SHASTA

Chris loses himself on his PC in the back seat the whole way. Like many couples I meet in this work, the Rossens are in different places on the spiritual road. So I figure besides the big work of DreamShield at Mt. Shasta, perhaps this spiritual adventure to Mt. Shasta also carries the purpose of bringing the dynamic Hollywood duo more into spiritual alignment.

As the valleys and hills of California spin past the white SUV windows, Cali, at the wheel, is on fire about the DreamShield gentle 2012 meditations. She’s seeing angel signs in everything, right down to our rental’s license plates. This starts to elicit some spiritual overload grunts and groans from Chris as he types away in the back with the dogs.

At rest stops along the way Cali and I get to know each other better while she walks her two adorable, if a bit wild, dogs, Ricki and Emmy. I learn her childhood hero is a magical artist named Simon. Take a look. Marvelous!

I explain to Cali that I’ve only been getting visions in meditations for about 6 months. For Cali it’s been life long. She made art about seeing blue angels when she was only 5. Cali loves Chris deeply and wants badly for him to be with her on her spiritual journey. On one of the stops, after asking if she wants my two cents, I tell her gently, “Lead. Don’t drag Chris into all this. Stay in your power and don’t take it personally if he does not get the work.”

CAVEMAN THAWS

I explain to Cali that before my angelic powered un-thawing in Italy, May of this year, I was right where Chris is, maybe not even as far along the road to spirituality. Yeah, being honest, compared to Chris, who is writing and growing and supporting his wife’s exploration of the spirit world, without the angels help in Italy I’d still be a spiritual caveman.

Cali’s a great driver, self taught I learn, and we arrive in Mt. Shasta City at the base of the mountain, covered in clouds in the night sky. We all agree on a late dinner at the Black Bear Cafe to celebrate our safe arrival. It’s my first real chance to get to know Chris who was silently working on an exciting new screenplay about pilots. Turns out Chris is a vet who has seen action.

I’ve never traveled with virtual strangers and it’s more than a little awkward for us all. But by the time we finish dinner I learn one of the reasons Chris is so quiet is he lost a close brother a short time ago that he is still grieving.

Wow. Then it hits me like an angel kicks me in the shins and I realize how much of my old junk I am projecting onto Chris. Yes, it was me stuck in the mud, my own paralyzed heart that caused me to thwart and belittle the soulful dreaming of not one, not two, not three… but four wonderful spiritual women who came and went in my life.

Yeah, this side mission of helping Chris was really all about me healing me! Healing my past transgressions on the spiritual plane with so many women, going all the way back to not believing in my psychic mother and superstitious Irish grandmother. This healing is important for the gentle 2012 work because we are switching from our warrior patriarchal ways to a nurturing matriarchal society.

The sign I’ve finally figured this out arrives at exactly 10:10 PM when huge healing white snowflakes begin to gently fall past the coffee shop window, drifting on the cool night mountain air like angels.

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VISION OF GALACTIC FINE PRINT

On November 13, 2010November 16, 2010 By Ken SheetzIn 2012, UFOLeave a comment

If you can imagine it, it’s real. – Pablo Picasso

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

Hey fellow DreamShielders. I’m back from the New Age mecca of Mt. Shasta with lots of visions and dreams to report.

I am delightfully exhausted after the busiest day of DreamShield 2012 work so far this 11/10/10 evening. Today, with the help of angels, our small dream team of 3 from Hollywood, Cali and Chris Rossen and me, all three of us filmmakers, meditated at Mt. Shasta on countering 2012 fear to: #1 Reduce Earthquakes and Tsunamis, #2 Reduce Volcanic Activity and #3 Invite First contact with a tiny race ETs known as Nanonites to seek their help protecting us from asteroids and comets.

Yes, a very big day. So I am ready for a great night’s sleep and more gentle 2012 dreams. Cali, a superb actor/producer, found the team a charming bed and breakfast for the mission’s 2 night stay, named appropriately the Dream Inn. My cozy room a short distance from Cali and her writer/web guru hubby Chris’ room, where their two adorable, if rambunctious, dogs, Emmy and Ricki,are also nestled in for the night, has a breathtaking view of the volcano north of the town. A volcano that last went off in 1840 with enough explosive force to be viewed by ships in the Pacific over a hundred miles away.

I thank the angels for the great work our dream team facilitated today and I begin a sleep meditation to reach the Galactic council beneath Mt. Shasta. I visualize myself as Superman, my hero since childhood, boring through the earth with ease.

DREAM AT THE DREAM INN

There’s a security field around the secret base 3 miles beneath Mt. Shasta. But I’ve been told in advance by an ET expert from Arkansas who prepared me for all this important 2012 dream work to dispel fears of Earth’s destruction, that I will be allowed to enter the secret base by holding positive thoughts. I am buffeted by mild current surges designed to disrupt my dream field, but I shake them off moving deeper in to the earth along the 3 miles journey deep beneath Mt. Shasta to confer about with the ETs about DreamShield’s important mission.

Soon, I am deep in a conscious dream state. My secret alien self slips from sleeping my 58-year-old human body. I tiptoe for the closet, careful not to wake my human self. Invisible until I touch it, I gather a boring standard-wear Galactic Council tunic from hiding and slip into it.

The veil of forgetfulness lifts like a cloud from my alien mind. I am Ohom. Sneaking from the Dream Inn, I am happy no humans are outside at this hour. No need to hide the fact I am over 7 feet tall and blue, not unlike the creatures director James Cameron channeled in the movie AVATAR. Except we Telosians have wings that cause primitives like my human self to often describe us as angels. With a graceful leap I soar into the starry night sky over the peaceful little town of Mt. Shasta City.

As I fly for Mt. Shasta I recall that it is one of the last volcanic remnants of Atlantis, back when there was but one continent and my people, the Telosians as we are sometimes called, first started visiting Earth. Unfortunately, we were not the first ETs to find this blue world, already teaming with primitive life. The Reptilians, clever to a fault, sent a robot ship here about a million years before us to plant their flag.

After countless years of bickering and threats of war that almost tore the fragile new Galactic Federation apart, the council caved in and deeded Earth to the Reptilians as a farm and gold mining world. Modifying the DNA of apes, the Reptilians created a sentient aggressive gold driven worker species that remains to this day unaware they are but slaves. Lizards love war and strife, so that was also tossed into human genetic engineering.

I check my star watch as I glide the cool night sky. It’s 2:59 AM Pacific Earth Time: 11/11/10. Unless there’s an emergency, our Galactic Council meetings take place on binary code dates on this world for the 49 of us who comprise the Earth Supervisory Sub-Group.

I land in the marsh at the base of the mountain. A startled heron flaps off into the night. Pressing stones and twigs in a secret sequence I activate a hidden stairway.

Hurrying down the granite stairs I hear the secret passage ratchet closed behind me. Reaching the crystal tram that leads the 3 miles beneath Mt. Shasta, I am greeted with a hiss by GRAK, ambassador for the Reptilians,

“Ohom, what nonsense waits tonight’s council?”

“The welfare of billions of life forms, ‘nonsense’?” I say, realizing talking to this snake, with a Cobra-like head, is foolish of me. But our rivalry runs too deep for better judgment to prevail.

“Life forms my people own!” The Reptilian spits in my face, a slimy hand slithering for his holstered ray gun.

Cara, a pale green Illumion of great beauty, enters the tram car with a greeting, “Morning, Ohom, Grak.” Cara’s beautiful voice is music enough to calm even Grak and we settle in for a truce on the short ride on the super fast tram.

A short while later in the council room, I chuckle to myself how unspectacular this place is compared to imaginings for such settings in earth’s film world. There are countless such secret meeting places across the galaxy and no budget for fancy facilities except at the vast and ornate giant meeting hall at the galactic core, headquarters to the Galactic Federation.

The officious Aquas, a fish person who wears a space helmet filled with water to breathe, drops the gavel. “Agent Ohom, you psycho-texted for the floor.”

I stand to gaze over the eclectic group of races from 49 worlds.

Before I can say a word Grak leaps from his seat, “I move this meeting be adjourned.”

“Again, Grak?” groans Aquas.

“Aquas, with all due respect, it serves no purpose to rehash a million years of Ohom’s bleeding heart for our supposed cruelty to these human creatures! Creatures the Reptilian’s created and own free and clear!” blusters Grak.

“I am here to call an end to your “free and clear” domination of this world, Grak.” It’s my calmness that most disturbs Grak.

Aquas pounds the gavel, “Make your case, agent Ohom, and none of your usual showmanship. My helmet water needs changing.”

“To the point then, Chairman Aquas. ” I click a remote and a projector rises from the table that throws a section of words on the screen.

“What fine print are we looking at, Ohom? Your human self’s bankruptcy papers?” clucks Grak as a few of the council laugh along.

“Magnify,” I say and the words become crystal clear. “Sub-paragraph 2012: Earth treaty of the Pangean Era.”

Grak says putting his ugly feet up on the the conference table as he tries his best to look in charge, “Fool. The treaty reads clearly: Any Worker Species created through genetic engineering by a Master Species of the Galactic Federation for any purpose, such as planetary mining or experiential enjoyment, are the complete and total property of such Master Species.

“Yes,” I say with a grin, happy Grak has taken the bait, “But further on paragraph iii B. also clearly states: However, when a Worker Species evolves to harness the power of positive visualization on a planetary scale, then such Worker Species reaches Protected Status as a “Developing Intelligence.”

“Humans, a “Developing Intelligience?” chides the lovely Cara to the admiring looks of all. “Do you have any idea how destructive the humans would be if Grak and the Reptilians did not keep them confined to Earth.”

“You honor me, Princess Cara,” bows Grak.

I feel the sting of jealousy. “Human spillover emotion!” I worry to myself that my human form and Telosian form are merging. I quickly say before my thoughts are read,”That’s changing. I’ve been testing to see if the human mind can access Telosian thought technology.”

“Not only dangerous, but Impossible for a Worker Species,” laughs Grak.

“Not dangerous. Not impossible.” I say.

The group murmurs with excitement.

“With only a small sample of 17 humans, myself and three other Telosians we activated a planetary DreamShield in Italy.” I exclaim as a view of the Earth protected by the DreamShield spins on screen.

“Trickery!” shouts Grak, needing to be restrained by our giant security robot that looks a lot like a black bear.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Galactic Council’s Earth Supervisory Sub-Group, I assure you this planetary DreamShield, which appeared first as a giant cross of energy bands on May 6th 2010 over Puglia Italy, is 100% genuine.”

Brainwave charts appear over the faces of the humans in a yoga hall in Italy.

“Wait!” shouts Grak. “Back one human.” The view on screen slides back one human to me, Ken Sheetz.

“Is that not your human form, Ohom?” chides Cara.

“Changes nothing.” I say feeling the loss of Cara and the group’s confidence.

“Your findings are tainted, Ohom,” adds Cara.

Grak’s reptile teeth flash me a triumphant grin.

“Cara, how many times have I’ve pleaded with the council to lift the Veil of Forgetfulness for Earth?”

Aquas checks his monitor screen with a watery chuckle, “Over the past 5,000 years alone, the longest we keep records on file, there are 20,000 requests you’ve made to remove the Veil.”

“None of which have been accepted, my brothers and sisters. I was in pure unaware veiled human form in Italy. — See? My brain activity is no different that the other humans until my three Telosinan brothers and sisters fill in the empty yoga mats.”

Nods and smiles become applause as the group watches the Italy footage.

Cara sings as she dances for joy, “Incredible. A Worker species evolving to Developing Intelligence status has no precedent!”

I add, riveting in the good news of hope for humanity, “Paragraph 11.11.10 concludes: Such Developing Intelligence through planetary visualization wins total sovereignty and complete freedom from said Master Species and the full protection of the Galactic Federation.”

Grak storms for the door and shouts without a gaze back, “You’ve not won Earth’s freedom yet, Ohom. This requires a 2/3’s vote of a Special Meeting of the Galactic Council. All the worlds of the Reptilian Quandrant will side with us!”

“Sound like you’ll only have 25% of the vote to me, Grak,” I gloat gathering a disgusted look from Aquas.

Outside in the marsh, as the sun begins to tug at the horizon, Grak hides in the reeds as I exit the portal arm in arm with Cara.

Cara caresses my cheek, “Sorry I was opposed you all these eons, Ohom. How can I make it up to you?”

“A kiss?” I say with a coy smile.

Cara leans her head for a kiss. I move a tentacle from her forehead when a green beam from the reeds blazes. Cara’s people have super speed and she takes the shot meant for me.

“Cara!” I sob as she slumps in my arms.

“Save the humans…” Cara’s beautiful golden eyes close.

My rage makes the marsh lands tremble as I race for Grak. A saucer beams Grak away before I can reach the evil Reptilian.

I leap from the marsh and soar after the ship when…

I awake back in human form, in my bed at The Dream Inn in Mt. Shasta, vowing to never let the Veil of Forgetfulness fall again.

But as I lay in bed, heart pounding and unable to get back to sleep it all begins to seem like a dream. Then Cara’s musical voice assures me,

“You are not the mortal you seem to be. Awaken the planet. The DreamShield cannot fail…”

SKYLINE

I am off to see SKYLINE tomorrow. The premise of the movie is that SETI contact brings a hostile alien race to capture us. Yet another of the 2012 doomsday film visions that are an increasing part the media’s unwitting participation in manipulating humanity into visualizing its own destruction. A loophole in the Galactic Federation treaty? And just look at this ad’s negative message “Don’t Look Up”.

But fear not! DO LOOK UP to your rightful place among the stars! The DreamShield dream team is on the job for positive planetary meditations leading to an assured gentle 2012. And we hope you’ll join our website DreamShield.org and Like us on Facebook to learn of Gentle 2012 meditations coming to your part of the world. Join us as we become a one billion member planetary dream team by 12/12/12.

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10/10/10 – “I See Angels”

On October 17, 2010October 18, 2010 By Ken SheetzIn 2012, UncategorizedLeave a comment

By Ken Sheetz – I was surfing TV the other day and came across, I am sure not by accident, a treasure of classic film from the 40s, ANGELS IN THE OUTFIELD. Which I found much better than the modern version. And I was struck by how much my life these days is like the grouchy manager of the movie’s ball team whose life is magically and wonderfully turned upside down by angels.

That’s right. If I were making DreamShield as a movie, and I am a filmmaker, my line would be. “I see angels.”

Only a few short weeks ago I felt compelled to honor the vision I had in Italy on 10/10/10 (more on that to come in future blogs so subscribe). How would it ever come together without money or time I wondered for my social media company BuzzBroz, less than a year old with one full time employee, me? Mica Monet, an angel channeler, said all I had to do was start asking for help and it would come together.

Now, my idea for honoring the vision, computer nerd that I am, was to have people do 10 second meditations at their computers at 10AM and 10PM in all 24 time zones. But earthly angels from Italy, Greece, Nashville and LA staged live events ranging from 1 hour to 3 days! So now I had the added job to learn the technology to cover them non-stop for 24 hours.

Somehow everything I needed was already in place and somehow my baby operation BuzzBroz brought in just enough paying work to pull it all off. Truly, after building Oprah’s Harpo Studios and $162 million skyscrapers, I’ve never seen so much done in so little time for so little money. A week after 10/10/10 as I write, it’s almost hard to believe it really happened.

Special thanks to not one but two doctors who made LA’s 10/10/10 event a hit, Dr. Sarah Larsen (pictured right with me), who created and hosted, and Dr. Robert Cassar who donated the use of his amazing 15 acre Rancho De Las Palmas for the day. We covered the event and had live broadcasts that magically began to work, despite the fact we only had 3G Sprint coverage, as the day progressed.

Three Angels from Italy Joined by Hundreds from the City of Angels

Despite my nerdish tendencies I knew that the spiritual aspects of this day came first. And at 10AM and 10 PM I helped Dr. Sarah lead meditations to sow the seeds for a gentle 2012. That seed angelically took root and I had another vision…

As Dr. Sarah’s adorable 6 year-old daughter Jazzy’s voice led our OM chanting, where about 20 of us were seated in a center ring of chairs I’d arranged, inside of two rings chairs we set up to invite in the angels, I saw angels fill the hall. The angels, hundreds of them, put forth the hands to fill us with a blue energy. I then saw the hall ceiling opening like a crown of white twigs.

A great white tree grew rapidly in size and power in the center of our group, fed by blue energy that pulsed from the angels though us. The morning mediation powered the arches and that with all the many scared symbols, crystals embedded all over the property, fed the tree along with the healers. The great white tree pulsed with powerful luminous white energy with each OM! The white tree rocketed up and over the orange grid of LA to the edge of space.

The DreamShield was powered up.

Such great success with so little money but lots of help, and lots of work and lots of angels. Nothing this sometimes grouchy regular Joe from Chicago would have believed six months ago. We did the impossible and put on the first of many global DreamShield events! Thanks also to angel sponsors SpiritRecovery.com and PrincessKnowitAll.com, on whose wings the 10/10/10 global events were sent flying towards a gentle 2012.

Please be an angel yourself and visit DreamShield.org and donate today and help us of dispell 2012 fear through amazing events like 10/10/10, the next global events on 11/11/11 and 12/12/12 and more brought to you on the web!