Tiny Dancers at The Dream Inn

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

– Excerpt from TINY DANCER by Elton John

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

Richard Hite's Gongs before the fireplace at The Woodman's Lodge in Mt. Shasta

The fireplace is the only light  as we listen to gongs played Richard Hite, sonic healer, courtesy of Lee McCormick, a DreamShield sponsor via Spirit Recovery.  Play this short sample of Richard’s gong meditaion music while you read to get into the mood we were in at the Woodsman’s Lodge in Mt. Shasta.

I’ve searched the web and here’s the closest picture I can give you of the vision of an infinity of triangles I saw during Richard’s gong meditation, except in my vision the triangles were rainbow colored and dotted with tiny UFOs, no bigger than points of light.

After the gong meditation, for which words can’t describe how peaceful it made me feel, Richard Hite agrees to join our 11:11 PM mediation despite the fact he’s tired from a 37 hour road trip to bring his gongs to Mt. Shasta from Nashville.  Lee on the other hand is sadly pooped.  No wonder after the strain of being host to 20 people from Peru and Nashville.

After Lee gracefully bows out for the night, I share my excitement with Richard that we are going to meet a microscopic race of celestial beings tonight in our meditation.  I catch Chris’ “Yeah right” smirk.  But I don’t resent Chris for his skeptism, much as it annoys me, because I was right where he was just a few short months ago.

We never got to meet anyone at Mt. Shasta this trip who has had first hand UFO contact despite the town’s world fame for ET contact.  But ironically a few days after the trip to Shasta is over, talking about my new gentle 2012  mission in life with my beloved Uncle Jim, he tells me has saw a UFO up close and personal 20 years ago.  I’m overjoyed when Jim reveals this to me.  Turns out Jim’s been afraid to talk about is UFO story with anyone in the family for fear until now out of fear they’d lock him away.  Jim’s agreed to let me share this with you, dear electronic reader, to help you believe.

UNCLE JIM’S CLOSE ENCOUNTER

Reports Uncle Jim,”I was on a residential street in a countryside neighborhood at night when this UFO drops from the sky.  It hovered right in front of my car. The flying saucer was bright white. Orange lights shot from the windows where I could see little blue aliens watching me from inside, laughing!  I threw the car in reverse and burned rubber.  The UFO floated, giving off a soft whirring noise, as it chased after me up the street.

A neighbor lady ran out of the house at the sound of my tires screeching.  She saw the UFO and screamed her head off and the saucer zipped off to the stars. I run outta the car and talked to the neighbor who swore she saw the exact same thing.  But neither of us ever reported it to the media knowing they’d think we were both nuts.”

I imagine there’s a lot of this sort of non-reported sightings that happen every day.  Before he retired a few years ago Jim was a VP in a construction company and he’s still one of the most respected scaffolding experts in the world.  Yep, if Jim’s seen UFOs you can be sure they exist. And I was so comforted by the fact Jim believes 100% in my mission for a gentle 2012 because you see Jim is my biggest investor in my filmmaker career I’ve devoted to this heavenly calling through 2012.

You have no idea how much joy the talk with Jim has brought me that he’s a believer in the DreamShield.  So much joy tears have welled in my eyes as I write this blog.  I wish Jim used computers to share the blog.  You are likely to be reading his recounts of his ET encounter before he does.

Though perhaps ET’s are not what they seem or the best term for them.  LA’s dream team leader Dr. Sarah Larsen dislikes the term ET as there little “extra” terrestrial about these being of light, who we sometimes see as angels, that have been part of earth’s entire history before dinosaurs roamed.

BACK TO MT. SHASTA AND PREPARATIONS TO MEET THE NANONITES

Earlier over dinner at the Black Bear Cafe, when the handsome kid waiter tells us over our apple pies that he’s never seen a UFO here but his aunt has, Chris can’t help a chuckle.  I always it find that interesting people doubt UFOs considering how big the universe is and how rare habitable worlds are.  Earth is a real curiosity to aliens. A galactic tourist attraction.

My theory is that intelligent life can’t get here in conventional as the distances are so great, but I believe there are more ways to travel than our primitive world yet knows.  Thought travel is one of my beliefs.  Take a look at your computer right now.  Think back to only 10 years ago.  Could you have imagined you’d be reading blogs instead of newspapers? Blogs that are free to read and come with music videos and cool graphics that are putting newspapers into the grave?

Once Cali, Chris and I get back to The Dream Inn there’s still about two hours to get ready for the 11:11 PM meditation.  I scout the quaint backyard and feel we need some runways lights for the tiny visitors!  So I pop just across the street to the friendly Ace Hardware Store and pick up a couple of strings of white Italian Xmas lights.

As I set the stage in the backyard grotto of the Dream Inn I listen to Elton John’s TINY DANCER on my Ipod, a tiny modern miracle that has space for thousands of songs, photos videos and apps.  Take a commercial free listen to Elton John yourself as you read, dear web traveler, and ask yourself is this not a gift?  I barley watch TV anymore.  I love YouTube. I love creating something and within a nano-second you are reading or watching it in China.

TINY DANCERS

Soon it’s 11:11 PM, and we are 4 now including Richard Hite, not counting his tiny pair of 300 year old chimes from Tibet that are older than America.  We begin the meditation in the small gazebo.  Everything is miniature for this meditation.  I almost giggle at the thought of little celestial beings flying for us at the appointed 11:11 PM binary time on this binary date of 11/10/10.

Richard hits the chimes and says. “Feel the tone travel inward.”  I close my eyes and the chime’s “Ting!” travels ever inward and onward inside me through an infinity that never stops.  I hear its pleasant faint “ting…” even now as I listen for it still traveling inward after two weeks.  And there in the frosty gazebo at the Dream Inn, for the first time in my life, I feel, while fully awake, the vast infinite stillness and peace of the inner universe that lies within the world called Ken Sheetz that I normally only sense in dreams.

Globe the holds the Nanonite Universe at The Dream Inn

Our dream team of four walks over to the glass globe lawn ornament that glows covered in the night’s frost.  I explain, “Inside this globe is the entire universe of the Nanonites.  Billions of galaxies, trillions of solar systems and countless worlds lie within this globe.” Even Chris seems to see it.  Richard hits the chimes as I add, “Let’s ohm 11 times.”

As we “ohm” I see in my minds eye a swarm of Nanonite ships rocket from the lawn ornament universe and jet about we giants.  I warn the group, “Whatever you do don’t laugh.  The Nanonites are very sensitive about their tiny size.”  Well, I have to admire the groups composure as I write, because I know as a comedic writer that not laughing when someone tells you not to is almost always sure to lead to giggles… but no one loses it and the Nanonites are pleased.

Tiny spaceships whiz about us and through us, filling us with light and joy.  Yes, it is easy not to laugh, to be respectful of the celestial beings that have always lived on the earth and watched over us.  “There!” I point to a table top.  “The Nanonites are building a miniature of what our cities of the future will look like.”

See the bowl of water we left for the Nanonites? For them it was an ocean.

I tell the group that I see a tiny roller coaster roaring through the white towers of the vast miniature city, filled with little Nanonite kids squealing in delight.  This makes us all smile.  It’s fun sharing these visions.  This is what humanity used to do before film and TV.  In fact those mediums pale by comparison as I realize DreamShield is as much new as ancient, timeless.  What’s truly new is how we can share it with the world to grow the DreamShield for 2012.

We breathe deep the Mt. Shasta air.  It such a joy as the 11th “ohm” leaves our frozen lips and we raise our arms to the countless stars, tiny and invisible ourselves in the vastness of the heavens.  The space ships form a rainbow in the dark and disappear into Mt. Shasta.

We blink open our  eyes and Cali, a natural to this work says, “The Nanonites have granted us each a wish. Mine is for world peace. What’s yours?”

Wow, I’d not expected wishes and while Chris wishes for, “Prosperity for all.” I finally come up with, “Protection of the earth from asteroids.”

Soon as I picked this wish it seems overly ambitious.  Too big of a thing to ask a race of tiny beings to protect us from that which ended the rein of the dinosaurs.  Richard adds an elegant wish I’ve forgotten, dear reader, but that I will insert here next time I speak to him and I reedit the blog for history.  This blog is a living thing as opposed to the print of old.  I find myself tinkering here many times until I happily work out the typos.  Free blessing to anyone whoever catches one I miss and points it out to me:)

The Nanonite leader asks me to allow Cali to speak for their entire race.  A big job and Cali is momentarily humbled.  It seems maybe she’ll pass the baton back to me as I told her she could if she wished. But she smiles warmly at the honor and says, “Imagine peace.”  Yoko Ono’s words she’ll remark later to me that the Nanonite  message was not very original.  But who knows if Yoko did not get the words from the Nanonites to inspire her husband John Lennon?  They are great words and get to the core of the planetary meditation work of what we are doing, imaging good things for this earth to make the shift gentle for 2012 and beyond.

We each suddenly realize we are cold now and quickly head into the warm and cozy Dream Inn B&B.  Richard hangs out with us.  The Southerner is really fun to talk to and our chat becomes a lighthearted EMDR home therapy session as Richard is an expert in the field.  He teaches us how to release old emotional loops with rapid eye movement techniques.

It’s 2 AM before Cali calls it a night for the group.

Early next morning, while Cali and Chris still asleep in the next room, I spring out of my dreamy bed at the Dream Inn and record a Vlog of the events of the night while the Nanonite visit is still fresh in my mind.  Watch and see here if the Nanonites have agreed to protect earth from asteroids, big job for a little people?

Cool!  I’d been thinking they’d have to blast them or knock them off course,  Why had I not realized that a people who can shrink entire worlds could shrink a few measly asteroids for us?  All we had to do was wish and bye, bye DEEP IMPACT and ARMAGEDDON.

Thanks for heads up, Elvis, via my screenplay ELVIS AND ARMAGEDDON.  I felt so close to Elvis writing that.  “Thank you very much.” If you have some time on your hands, and a good sense of humor, click the link above to read the screenplay that’s won a few honors before I tucked it away until the Great Depression 2 blows over, no point fund raising for films in these times unless you are well established and I was only out here Hollywood a couple of years before the world as we know it began to come to an end.  But no complaints here.  I’ve been richer than I am right now cash-wise but never richer spiritually.

It’s 11/11/10 and we still have one more planetary mediation left at 11:11 AM before we return to the city of angels and based on seeing how much Cali and Chris love each other I know what it’s going to be about as you’ll read in my next post, “ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE”!

Enjoying these amazing spiritual adventures?  Make a PayPal donation today at DreamShield.org.

Angels From Nashville

The invariable mark of a dream is to see it come true. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

After the amazing angel powered Volcano planetary meditation that sent a plume of vision-fire to the DreamsShield, Chris wants catch up on emails and other earthly matters.  So Cali and I drop him off at the B&B and head for a nearby hotel where our sponsor for 10.10.10, Lee McCormick, is staying.

I barely notice Chris has left the SUV as I am getting instructions by the angels that our 11:11 PM meditation will be about UFOs.  I still don’t know the location but, wow, UFOs?!

I am new to all this spiritual work.  If you’d have told me 6 months ago I’d be hosting and leading planetary angel/celestial being powered meditations across the globe I’d have looked at you with the cynical raised eyebrow of a businessman who has spent the better part of his life chasing the almighty dollar rather than the almighty.

As Cali chatters at the wheel about the two wonder-soaked visions that our three person dream team have already shared with angels and she wonders about the two more planetary meditations left to come, I find myself envying Cali and Chris for the great support they give each other.  Married 17 years they are both filmmakers, a Hollywood power couple that enhance each others lives in ways I hope to find again for myself one day.  I say “again” because I’ve had many wonderful spiritual women in my life.  Sadly I just was not ready for such soulful women and so all those amazing relationships ended, some happily some not so happily.   I give thanks to the women in my life who I now see were healers for wounds that go back many lifetimes.

My musings on the amazing women of my past end as Cali spins the SUV into the parking lot of the hotel where we are meeting Lee McCormick.  Lee’s Spirit Recovery group out of Nashville has combined with a group out of Peru and looks to be about 20 strong.  I marvel at the way the gorgeous lodge has given over their cozy lobby to the work.  And I can see myself renting this entire resort by the time we reach 2012!

A series of large gongs are the backdrop for a Peruvian speaker talking about the importance of spirit in daily life and I think back 2 years ago to my visit to my doctor.

“Ken, your blood pressure’s doing OK with the medication… But may I ask you a personal question?” Dr. Lindberg says, peering over his reading glasses.

“Sure,” I say not knowing what to expect.

“Do you follow a religion?”

I look down at my feet, a bit ashamed to say, “No.  I lost my belief in all that stuff twenty years ago.”

“Why is that?” the doctor says.

“I was raised a Catholic and loved the church.  But I saw way too many bad things happening in the world to think there’s a God.  I guess my work became my religion.”

“Ken,” the doctor says shaking his head, “work is work.  The body cannot be healthy without spirit being healthy too.  And the spirit can’t be healthy without faith in some higher power to nurture it.  I’m not saying you have to sit hands folded in a church, but you need to find something meaningful for your spirit to enjoy.”

Lee McCormick, Dreamer, Author, Shaman and Singer

Lee’s arrival snaps me from my medical flashback.  The lanky good looking country western singer/shaman takes me into a hug and I return the love.  And I should love this guy!  Lee’s Spirit Recovery was the web sponsor along with his wife’s Princess Know it All website for the 10/10/10 global event, just a month earlier, that honored the vision of a gentle 2012 that I was blessed with in Italy in May.

Lee, I discovered some time after meeting him on social media assignment for BuzzBroz, was already having a 10/10/10 event in Nashville at his the Fantastic Spirit Recovery Ranch.  So we quickly joined forces and his Circles of Light event was broadcast on our 10/10/10 stream along with events in Greece, Italy (not filmed) and LA.

10/10/10 was an enormous task for my fledgling social media service BuzzBroz to orchestrate, complete with 24 hours worth of videos we gathered and YouTube from all over the world.  All intercut with live coverage broadcast on a new web channel I built for the global occasion, DreamShieldTV.  Got 24 hours to kill?  You can watch a rebroadcast of 10/10/10 and our heavenly 24 hour playlist at DreamShield.org.

A few weeks before 10/10/10 I was worrying about it all coming together on what, despite Lee’s support, was a tight budget and schedule.  But angel channel, Mica Monet, channeling the archangel Michael said,  “Simply ask for the help and it will happen.”

And Mica/Michael was right.  10/10/10 was a sensational success thanks to amazing people like Nathaniel Hansen, out of Greece, Dr. Sarah Larsen and LA location sponsor the amazing Dr. Robert Casar founder of Earth Shift Products.  Never has sponsor money gone further on one of my projects than Lee’s and Robert’s which stretched around the world and is still echoing in people’s hearts and minds from 10/10/10.

No wonder I am happy to see Lee in person again.  We had met Lee in Vegas at The Holistic Treatment Conference while I was covering Bradley’s Quick’s speech, just before leaving for Italy.  I felt an instant kinship the Lee.  In fact, it’s just writing this now that I see how strong those two happenings, Italy and Vegas, are related.  The synchronicity of 2012’s approach never fails to amaze me.

The angels told me back in May in Italy that 10/10/10, 11/11/11, and 12/12/12 are key DreamShield global event dates.  And I thought, “OK, I can handle that.  Just a once a year thing.”

But no sooner did 10/10/10 get posted with over 80 videos, and still more coming in from Nashville, that I started to get a string of other dates the angels want me to honor with more modest scale events. In fact I am still trying to figure out as I write this where I’ll find the time and money to foster all this.  Guess I’ll take Mica’s advice and ask for the help with the added work.  Important work as Mt. Shasta has shown.

Lee introduces Cali and me to a sonic healer, Richard Hite.  Richard heals with amazing gong work.  Gongs he drove all the way from Nashville to Mt. Shasta for Lee’s event.  Richard gets excited about DreamShield and energized to join our UFO meditation, despite his exhausting 37 hour road trip to be here.  Richard then invites Cali and me back for a evening gong meditation before our 11:11 PM DreamShield meditation.

After a quick nap and dinner Cali, Chris and I join Richard Hite’s meditation mid stream.  I have Chris lay on a bear skin rug with his wife Cali for the gong session.  But the bear was a little small for them both and Chris stayed to the bear rug while Cali found a spot on the couch.  I felt our 3 person dream team was getting powered up by Richard’s amazing music gong work.

Richard’s gong echoes and I see the A-frame pine lobby radiate triangles to infinity.

Richard chimes tiny flying saucer shaped Tibetan chimes, that I later learn are over three hundred years old.  They give off a high pitched tone that goes deep inside me.  A grin crosses my face as I get clarity on the celestial beings we’ll be meeting and where.  The 11:11 PM meditation is going to be right at the Dream Inn, in the little backyard sanctuary.  We’ll be visited by UFOs that carry a race aliens who are smaller than the human eye can see. They are called the Nanonites, masters of the miniature and inner space.

And as this article shows, I’m not the first by far to have a visit from the little ETs:)

Volcanic Visions at Mt. Shasta

I like dreams of the future better than the history of the past. – Thomas Jefferson

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

Our successful angel-powered earthquake meditation, facilitated by our tiny three person dream team working beside the gurgling Soda Creek, still buzzes in my head.   I bounce in the back seat as Cali navigates the SUV up the bumpy dirt road, shaken to my core about the majestic planetary scale of the angels’ work growing giant white trees all the along the San Andreas fault to save the planet from the tectonic 2012 nightmares.  I am so honored to be doing this work that I fight back tears of joy.

Despite the urgency of reaching the volcano meditation site, we have yet to scout, by 1 PM I cannot resit asking Cali to make a quick stop to take pics of a gorgeous temple beside the pot-holed dirt road.  The small stone temple dazzles with a fountain at it’s core. But the temple is fenced off so we must take our pics through the chain links.  I notice one of the fence posts is the stump of a once mighty pine.  It’s bark is crushed by rusty cables.  I gather Cali and Chris to take my hands and we take a minute to pay our respects to this once mighty pine.  Then we are off.

Back on I-5 a cloud formation that looks remarkably like an atomic bomb’s mushroom cloud rises above the mountains.  I’ve never see anything so perfectly like the mushroom clouds that haunted my 1950’s childhood when it seemed life could be snuffed out at the sound of an air raid siren.  The night before leaving I was sent a fantastically paranoid sounding article about a nuclear bomb getting planted this very day on the San Andreas fault by extremists to launch a massive earthquake and I share the story with Chris and Cali.

The couple looks a bit shaken at this nuclear fear, fear that sounds too much like Lex Luthor’s battle with Superman in the first Superman film for me to take seriously.  Work with the angels allows me to let go of fears of a nuclear war that have troubled me since The Cuban Missile Crisis.  I blessedly know now that the angels will only let us go just so far before they step in.

And perhaps this angels work about saving us from nuclear war has already happened.  As we search for a road to get us to the volcano I tell the Rossens the amazing true story how for six months President Clinton simply had lost the nuclear launch codes.  Imagine that, the most powerful nuclear power on earth unable to make nuclear war for six months because the launch codes were lost.

Could anything show how simple it would be for mischievous angels, who seem to love misplacing my house keys for fun sometimes, to stop a nuclear war?

Sure enough when I would return home from Mt. Shasta there would be the 24/7 fear machine of our modern media speculating on the North Korea tensions escalating into a nuclear war with China.  Seriously?  China nuke the biggest consumer of their products, America?  I sigh as I type this, glad to know the angels don’t even need to handle something this silly.

The white SUV finally reaches a road that looks promising at the base of a dump and I feel this is the route to reach the planetary meditation spot.  But Cali stops to ask an old Native America man for directions.

“Does that road lead up to the volcano?” Cali asks.

The old Native American gazes at the road downhill from the dump and seems to take forever to say…

“No.  That road is a dead end.”

It seems to me the old fellow is a trickster spirit but I hold my tongue in the backseat.

The old Native American squints into the sloping winter sun, past the dormant volcano, points and speaks very slowly,

“Get back onto the I-5 and take the first exit, there are some tourist viewing spots on that side.”

I check my watch it’s 12:50 PM. If these directions are wrong I worry we’ll be late for the 1 PM meditation.  Despite my better instincts I keep my mouth shut as Cali heads onto the 5.

Sure enough, as I suspected, we seem to be on a road to nowhere.  There are no tourist spots apparent to us.  We try backtracking to a rainbow of multi-colored semi trucks beside the road at the midpoint between the exit to the dump and the north side of the mountain.

Tension rises in the SUV as 1 PM comes and goes and we not getting any closer to the volcano.

“Back to the dump! ” I instruct Cali a bit harshly, angry with myself for not checking that road myself for this important volcanic meditation.

As we reach the exit for the dump it’s 1:11 and we are all stressed.  Just then a rainbow appears leading to the dump.  A sure sign my instincts had been right.  I’d done my homework and as it turns out there is a low level turf war going on between the New Agers and Native Americans over the very spiritual Mt. Shasta.  Perhaps this is why we were sent on a wild goose chase.

I am annoyed as Cali stops the SUV to take a picture of the rainbow.  Cali is trying to get the perfect photo when I tell her time is running out.

I shout to be heard over the whipping wind,”We have to roll!  Angels have no concept of time and they need these binary dates and times to synch up with us. We might miss them!”  Soon as I say it I laugh out loud and add, “Man, if you’d have told me I’d be worrying about angels making appointments 6 months ago I’d have said you were nuts!”

Cali still resists moving on, trying for the perfect photo of the dazzling rainbow.

“Cali, let’s go!” I shout to no avail as Cali seems transfixed trying to photo the rainbow.  Looking back on my own diversion at the stone temple I begin to think we are all being blocked somehow.

Chris finally coaxes his wife back into the car with a simple, “Cali…”

Finally we’re off, racing for the rainbow above the dump, not knowing if the untested road is going to get us there.   I’ve never been late for a planetary meditation with angels before and I feel me blood pressure pound in my ears.

I point to a road.  “There, that’s the road leads to the dump!”

“No it’s not.  The we want’s road’s further up, ” says Cali, still sounding peeved about my rushing her rainbow shot.

“Humor me.  I’m willing to bet you 100 bucks this is the right road.” I grouse, starting to sound like a grumpy Larry David.

Cali sweetly complies.  I should have kept my mouth shut and let Cali drive as we are shortly in a dusty rock quarry.  Another dead end.  My watch shows 1:20 as I groan, “You were right, Cali. I don’t get what’s holding us back.  I never get lost!  I owe you a hundo.  Take us to the dump your way.”

Cali cracks a victorious smile to Chris and takes the SUV up the correct road.  The old Native American is long gone as we head through the dump for the back road I wish I would have tested a half an hour earlier.

I look up at the majestic volcano we can’t seem to get closer to, like an invisible force field is holding us back from the work.

This sleeping giant is one of 4 dormant volcanoes in the area.  The inn keeper where we are staying, The Dream Inn, explained over breakfast that the volcano blows every 1,000 years or so.  And since it blew about 100 years ago we are safe.  That last blast was so powerful it was seen by ships out on the Pacific a hundred miles away.

Turns out the old Native American was both right and wrong about the road.  It does dead end about half a mile above the dump for car travel, but there’s a path I spot that can be easily hiked on foot to the volcano.

I check my watch as I hop from the SUV.  We are late but still within the binary 1 PM hour.  I scurry over the buckled lost road, well ahead of Chris and Cali who are unsure about all this.   I reach a plateau at the base of the volcano, topped with reddish purple asphalt, as if perhaps a vast long forgotten tourist attraction parking lot once stood here beneath the volcano.

Chris and Cali hurry now, close behind at my excited shout, “Whoo hoo!  We’re in business!”

But before we can meditate with the angels we mortals all need a rest stop.  So we each head into the brush in 3 directions.  I am zipping up as I hear Cali’s squeal from the brush.

“Chris, Ken!  You guys have to see this!”

Chris and I hunt for where Cali’s excited shouts are coming from, and lo and behold there stands a grinning Cali beside an abandoned ’91 Saab.  Cali’s bullet riddled discovery has been here forever from the rust. It sits upside down on it’s roof, trunk pointing at the volcano.

Cali, who has been remarkable this whole trip with her insights, has brought amazing stones with her that she found in Italy 10 years ago when she saw miniature angels in a wrestling match with dark spirits.  We quickly place the amazing stones around the wasted Saab along with some sacred objects I’ve brought along of my own; a small glass paperweight of the world, the only object I took from my home in the divorce for reasons I did not understand at the time, and a palm print of my daughter’s hand that her grandfather carved for her from a 200 year-old oak plank.

We invite in the angels.  They are laughing, happy we made it in time.

Well, let’s let the video do the rest of the talking.

Read about the vision we saw at ANGEL DRILL TEAM AT MT. SHASTA!

Enjoying these heavenly blogs?  Make a donation today at DreamShield.org

1/1/11 1:11PM ANGELS WILL ATTEND. WILL YOU?

He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind. – Leonardo da Vinci

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

DREAMSHIELD 1/11/11 BUTTERFLY MEDITATION

The  meditation will be to shed the cocoon of the last full year of the old Mayan calendar, 2011, and prepare for the butterfly of the New Age starting in 2012.

Musical artist, mystic, Ceremonial Priestess, Spiritual Channel. Voice energy healer and Reiki Master Laura de Leon, pictured below, has kindly dedicated her stunning home nestled in the Hollywood hills for this intimate scale DreamShield event.

Laura will lead the ceremony with me, your humble newcomer to spiritual matters and Reiki healing, at least in this life.  Sparkling beverages, fruit and birthday cake will be served after the meditation.

Event name: DREAMSHIELD 1/1/11 BUTTERFLY MEDITATION
Date: 1/1/11
Time: 12PM to 4PM
Place: Laura de Leon Residence Near Universal Studios, Address Given Upon RSVP

To keep the integrity of the Ceremony the Gates will be Closed at 12:45 PM. Ceremony begins promptly at 1PM.

Please wear WHITE or any BRIGHT beautiful colors to celebrate stepping into the New Year in a Powerful Positive way.

Also, please think about what OLD patterns you are intending to release this day. We will have an area set-up where you can write it out on a piece of paper when you arrive. Once we are in circle the papers will be placed in the fire to be RELEASED and TRANSFORMED into NEW ENERGY so that you may walk forward from this day, centered in your Heart standing Powerfully in your PURPOSE.

The ceremony is very powerfuL and transforming.

The suggested Love Offering is $20 or whatever you can easily give. Please feel free to donate more if you are able. It will help us to create more wonderful events. You can use Paypal now at DreamShield.org or pay at the Gate

ANGELS DREAM BIG

DreamShield 1/1/11 is above all a celebration of the guidance of the angels, blue angels to be precise.  Guidance for me and other DreamShielders who get the calling to travel all 24 time zones for the important work of facilitating angelic celestial meditations to achieve our dream of a base of 5 million DreamShielders by 11/11/11.  Yes, angels dream big.  But with their help and yours we cannot fail.

Laura and I can also use a couple of angelic volunteers for 1/1/11.  Please let us know.

Angels will attend.  Will you?

Look for the invites on our group events Facebook page and how to reserve you spot at DreamShield.org soon.  Don’t delay on the RSVP guest size is very limited.

Note: The 1/1/11 event will be filmed for DreamShield and BuzzBroz’s use and universal distribution purposes at our sole discretion.  Your attendance is consent to have your image and voice recorded for such for all time. We invite you to share your vision with the world about what life is going to be like the New Age.


ROAD TO MT. SHASTA

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.

WE NEED YOUR ANGELIC SUPPORT

Like our dream reporting on these visions? Support us with a PayPal donation at DreamShield.org

VISION OF GALACTIC FINE PRINT

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.

WE NEED YOUR ANGELIC SUPPORT

Like our dream reporting on these visions? Support us with a PayPal donation at DreamShield.org

10/10/10 – “I See Angels”

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!