2015: End of a Remarkable Year

On December 29, 2015December 30, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn coolest meditation ever1 Comment

If all you watch is the nightly news, clogged with who Trump insulted that day or some moronic racial slur he made, coupled with depressing stories of world at war abroad and at home, you might think not much good happened in 2016.

But step back and look at the breakthroughs of Elon Musk heralding in an end to oil dependency and launching humanity for the stars, then look at my personal friend and planetary meditation backer, Dr. Patrick Flanagan, and his NEO Neurophone – which happily raked in over $1.6 million for his updated ultrasonic brain bliss machine – and we see in fact a lot of good is going on.

Never forget one of the big sponsors of the nightly news is the Pharma industry, vampiric-ally looking to depress you into becoming dependent on their little pills for life. Free your mind with meditation not medication.

On a personal note, 2015 saw the completion two of my new feature documentary films. First THE NEUROPHONE EXPERIENCE, now on Amazon DVD and OnDemand on Vimeo. I edited over 100 of my exclusive videos of the famed doctor into a powerful, fast paced, yet meditative, 70 minute film of this genius’ work.

After that project was done I visited my son in Chicago. There in his sweet new home with his lovely new wife, we reunited for the first time since I began reporting on my visions in 2010. I met my two gorgeous new 19 month-old twin granddaughters. Happy, happy times. I can’t describe the joy in words of hearing my son say I was a good father as we hugged.

Then I headed back to Sedona and onto editing the 24 meditations that I reluctantly at first followed spirit to perform in Antarctica on 12.12.12. All to close out the 5,125 year Mayan calendar and welcome in the next Baktun by setting positive intentions to shifts in human consciousness. Heady stuff and a long intense day of filming on the ice, but it came out wonderfully.

I can honestly say I got to like myself more in the 3 months it took me, toiling 15 hours a day, to edit this remarkable new documentary together. Watching myself day after day meditating on camera on ice to help heal this world was healing for a low childhood self-worth caused by an abusive father.

THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12, releasing 6.16.16, is unlike any other film in the world out there. It shows that any of us are capable of far more in effecting transformation of this troubled world than we know.

Amplifying all this joy, both professional and personal, I fell in love in late 2015 with an amazing woman, Elizabeth England. I’ve had a crush on her since I first laid eyes on Elizabeth at a 1.1.11 DreamShield Coolest Ever Planetary Meditation.

12339560_10153310567497029_1115769975259964800_o — Elizabeth England, silver jacket center, first time I saw her on 1.1.11

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As I looked over the deck of the Ushuaia, sailing back from Antarctica and gazing at a gorgeous sunset, I made a vow never to travel to such a beautiful place solo again. At that painful lonely moment on a the deck of a ship filled with happy couples, Ohom, my ET spirit guide, told me Elizabeth England would make an ideal soulmate.

So as soon I was back in LA on Xmas 2012 I called Elizabeth and invited her for drinks at the Sportsman Lodge. There in the cocktail lounge, that was decorated like modern ice cave, I told Elizabeth of the ET Ohom’s dating advice. She was a bit taken aback to say the least and she gently explained she was still in a committed relationship. Bummer.

But we kept in touch as friends for the next 3 years and in November 2015, on one of my many trips to LA, Elizabeth wanted to see me. Happily she accepted an invite to stay in my guest room a few nights and help me host a Thanksgiving feast I was throwing for my dear LA friends Brian Kutza and Ellen Stern.

Elizabeth Does Martha Stewart.png — Elizabeth England’s First Visit to Sedona for Thanksgiving 2016

Sedona swept away Elizabeth’s LA cobwebs and I could see in her eyes it was as though she was seeing me for the first time and seeing the kind of life Ohom had promised in 2012, while I was still in Antarctic waters. We connected in a profound way and both of us knew we were soulmates with many past lives.

So much joy and new life have found me since Elizabeth joined me in Sedona, just a little over a week ago. And her LA friends and formers housemates had a great party for her. Even her former mentor and love wished us well.

Quite a different world than what you see in the news. I am not saying we should stick our heads in the sand, but Ohom tells me focusing on the positive is a must to lift this world to new heights. And somehow, this gentle giant of an ET being is always right, at least where love is concerned.

Yep. 2016 is going to an amazing year for rapid transformation on a planetary scale. It begins within each of us. Do your part by staying 100% positive, no matter what seems to be contrary, and great things will be yours.

Ken and Elizabeth at Enchantment — Lucky me with Elizabeth at Enchantment to Celebrate her move to Sedona

Oh, one last synchronicity: 6.16.16, the release date I chose for THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12, something I chose before we united as soulmates, 6.16 happens to be Elizabeth’s birthday.

Nanu (Robin Williams) Sings New Healing Whale Frequency One Year Early!

On October 17, 2015January 27, 2016 By Ken SheetzIn coolest meditation ever, The Robin Williams VisitationsLeave a comment

LOL. Now, there’s a headline you won’t read in your Trump obsessed newspaper today. Lucky you that you found this blog to get the up to date news of the planetary healing work of the DreamShield, home of the Coolest Meditation Ever.

Even if these vision are only my amazing dream life they represent an exciting peace and vitality of my inner state I’ve never enjoyed as the child of a dangerous and unpredictable father and a depressed absent mother. I am happy to share these dreams of planetary healing with you, real or unreal.

I dedicate this important chapter in my DreamShield blog to my dear friends and a super backers Patrick Flanagan and Sephanie Sutton. Since 2012, when they helped me reach Antarctica for 24 planetary meditations, soon to be an Amazon DVD, I have been honored to serve as part of their PhiSciences.com team. Bringing their message of hope to the world with their NEO frequency is a great honor. You can see 30 months of my exclusive Flanangan content at VIMEO.

image-blue-embrace — Mamu and Nanu (Robin Williams visualized as reincarnated)

NANU’S SONG

3AM last night, after a routine trip to the bathroom, I am met by the unusually quiet spirit of Robin Williams, now a 2 month old whale calf nursing on his Mamu off the west coast of Mexico. Robin is blogged about often here since his death in 2014 if you want to catch up. Telepathically, without words, Robin asks I begin a planetary meditation along with he and every blue whale of planet earth.

Robin’s ebullient spirit, without all the sometimes trying hyperness, peacefully tells me without words to start this important and unexpected session by blocking all cellular, radio signals, TV, wifi, and any man-made electronic energy across the face of the earth and from space.

I gladly agree and sit upon the side of my comfy Sedona bed. I begin, as always, calling down the energy of the stars and calling up the energy of the earth’s core.

I make an energy hologram of the earth between my hands and begin. Quick circular gestures, with my arms and hands extended, I call down the power Dreamshield, which I’ve seen encircling our world since 2010. With a simple thought command, such has become my mastery with the help of the ETs I connect to in meditationled by the sweet Ohom. It’s done. All man-made signals from space are instantly blocked from raining down on the face of the earth. Gaia sighs at the break.

Now the earthbound com towers must be taken off-line one by one, and problem is there are billions of them across the planet polluting our world on DNA level. My body sags in exhaustion at this huge takes and I lay down in bed for this next stage of planetary healing. I am down but not beaten. Time to add dream power to the conscious visualizations.

I find myself flying at super speed to save a little girl trapped by life inside computers and cell phones at the base of radio tower. I whisk her off the Slide Rock park for some physical fun where I filmed families free of cellular signals yesterday.

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The little girl saved represents all humanity and from a viewpoint high above the earth as I happily see every form of electronic pollution has been surrounded by the gold streak of my creating square force fields around each one.

Floating above an earth, blissfully free of all electronic chatter, I hear the call of all of earth’s blue whales led in a frequency song by a 2 month old whale calf named Nanu, Robin’s new life. I’m so proud of my spirit friend Robin. He’s done it. Starting this work so young for a world so in need of the peace it brings. Telepathically Robin calls me down and asks me without words to integrate and weave this signal into the very fabric of the earth’s crust.

I do the world’s highest high dive from the DreamShield, just above earth’s atmosphere. I keep my form perfect so I do not set off a tidal wave. I find myself nose to nose with the whale calf Robin Williams deep beneath the Pacific off the coast of Mexcio. He is so happy to see me, love in his blue whale eyes.

And off I fly underwater, gathering frequency at super speed. Soon the coast of China approaches and I shift into being able to pass through matter, a trick I picked up from the ETs when I was rescued from an abusive father and rebuilt many a night as a child aboard their mother ship.

Rock, earth, water and stone whiz past my super eyes as I blaze across the earth’s crust of China in a nanosecond. I exit mother earth’s crust off the cost of England. I am cheered on telepathically by more blue whales of the Atlantic. I blast into the rock and earth of the USA, an unstoppable force for positive change.

My POV is from space again. I see my super trail of golden light zip across every square inch of land and sea. Earth’s crust is now glows blanketed in the new golden frequency of joy that has always been Robin’s gift to us. But now the Williams’ gift is free of the addictions and small minded hanger-ons that kept his vibe down.

All the blue whales, the largest creatures earth has ever know, which grow to 100 feet long, who patrol every ocean on earth, sing Nanu’s song of change for a happier planet. The bliss of it all this is indescribable.

I find myself standing in a cleared field talking to a wealthy land owner in Argentina, named Ricardo. He tells me sadly that so many people have been so deeply damaged by the electronic pollution of our airwaves that he has donated his million acres to the ET doctors. He proudly shows me a gigantic invisble secret ET hospital hidden the jungle that will now be used to heal our people and animals in shifts.

Ricardo shows me a map of the earth, each divided into golden one million acres squares. Each night Ricardo proudly explains all the earth’s people and animals will come to the ET hospital, square by square, until all the people and creatures of the earth and sea are healed. I hug this once greedy man, an Illuminati who has come to the light, and bidding Ricardo farewell I rocket for home. My work of the night done. An amazing night I’d not expected until 2016 Robin’s whale calf self was one year old. Robin tells me to rest up the frequency work goes on to 8.18.18 when we will see great acceleration in the shift.

I make a mental note as I zoom for Chicago, my home for 25 years where I built a skyscraper and Oprah’s studios, to make some whale videos and record the song in the real world for my YouTube.com/buzzbroz and dreamshield channels.

My dream super self lands in the skyscraper I lived in on the banks of the Chicago river. This part of this world changing dream mirrors my re-connection with lost family that is still unfolding all of its own wonderful accord. A private affair they ask I not report on. But the skyscraper has fallen apart in my 12 year absence. I raise my hand over the crumbling skyscraper and it begins to rebuild itself. Tired, I stop when the rebuilding is safe enough to sleep in. I walk the halls and wakened neighbors are amazed the decay on the walls disappears as I pass them to find my apartment, suite 1710.

No longer having a key for #1710, and hoping it’s vacant, I pass through the door like a ghost. Not only is my old home vacant, it’s full of dust and rotting furniture. My energy from all this epic night of planetary healing is low but I have just enough power left to restore my Chicago bed, a place of wonderful sexual exploration in my 40s. I tuck myself into bed and gaze out at the dazzling skyscrapers of Chicago. The energy work of the break from electronic pollution done, I realize it’s all happened so fast no one will have noticed tomorrow. As usual my work with the DreamShield is left with no clues in the real world. I close my eyes and go to dreamless sleep in Chicago.

Gaia appears to me as a mermaid with a see-through orange gown. Her arms outstretched for embrace wakes me refreshed and renewed in Sedona. Yeah, the work of planetary meditations to help Gaia save her children has an amazing benefits package.

Feeling Blue with Robin Williams…

On October 16, 2015October 29, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn coolest meditation ever, The Robin Williams Visitations, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Blue whale that is! Last night I go to see THE WALK. As I pull into the Harken’s Theater parking lot the familiar voice of Robin Williams beams in from somewhere off the coast of Northern Mexico, as I researched on Google today, “Pod greetings, Ken Sheetz.”

“Nanu, Nanu, Robin. How’s life as a two month blue whale calf?” I ask in my mind, even though I am alone in my Jeep as could speak out loud, I prefer speaking telepathically with Robin. Helps me hear him in my mind’s ear more clearly.

“Whoa! I’ve packed on a lot of weight since I was born. Mamu is eating for two,” says Robin.

“Yeah, did some research on arkive.org to understand what you are going through. You were born 3 tons. Feeding on Mamu’s milk will go on for a full year. You’re gaining about 200 pounds and growing 1.5 inches per day,” I say, proud of my research.

“1.5 inches a day. I’m a whale boner. 200 pounds, cool, that’s how much I weighed when I was off the wagon as a human. You’re becoming a whale of nerd Sheetzy!” Says Robin brightly in my mind’s ear. So clear is Robin’s familiar voice that my old fears of being craked in the head break the surface like a whale’s spout.

Connected to me without words, we do that for fun and so readers can follow, Robin says using his excellent John Wayne voice, “Ken, buddy, ya ever going to realize you’re not nuts and that our talks are real, pilgrim?”

“I don’t think belief is ever going to be a 100% thing with me, Robin. All my spirits visitors and guides must put up with the way I stay feeling somewhat sane using a degree of healthy doubt as my anchor,” I say.

“Whatever floats your boat, Sheetzo. Just keep my whale of a tale going on your blog. Some of my fans believe I made the hyper space jump to whale life to bring in this groovy new frequency that’s going to change the world. Need to keep their hopes up, me boyo.” says Robin, serious as a judge.

“OK tomorrow, Robin. Promise. Sorry I missed reporting your birth in August. Been up to my eyeballs getting this ultrasonic device called the NEO Neurophone out into the world on Indiegogo. Got a break in the action as we sold out $1.6 million of them so fast the scientist Dr. Flanagan was caught off guard on restocking.” I say, resent creeping into my thoughts about the lost momentum.

Robin imitates an Indian guru, “Indeed, you must be patient, my friend. Breathe deep and trust all is unfolding perfectly imperfect. The 3,333 NEOs you sold for the doctor are making an ultrasonic harmonic we blues are receiving. Too many NEOs too soon is not what we wanted, most definitely.”

“Ah ha. So your blue whale clan ruling the oceans is responsible for this break in the NEO action. That’s a heck of a way to get me blogging again,” I laugh as I exit the Jeep and head for the movie theater to watch THE WALK.

The promising movie bombed opening weekend and so I share the theater this warm Tuesday night 10/15/15 with only one other person, a woman who looks at me nervously one time and never makes eye contact again. She remains quiet as a mouse to my roars of laughter at the funny moments of the film. You never want to sit directly in front of me in a movie.

To fill the theater void, Robin appears in human spirit form. He’s dressed in a blue jump suit form, munching a popcorn in the seat beside me. Of course only I can see him as the movie opens. This is typical of all my visions. Robin shape shifts into a blue skinned Roger Ebert, offering commentary, “Watched this talented lad grown up in THIRD ROCK FROM THE SUN. Sadly, Josh Gordon-Levit overdoes his French accent… but his sweet face gets you past it.”

I chuckle softly. Even dead Williams is hilarious. Josh narrates on screen as his character Philippe Petit, perched on the Statue of Liberty, the twin towers, where the walk will occur, glittering in the background. “I see why this film has bombed,” I offer to Robin.

“Do say, Ken?” says Robin now in the form of a blue skinned Gene Siskel.

“People are still too sad to see a movie about the twin towers.” I say as I experience an epiphany about the foreshadowing of Robin playing the shape shifting blue skinned Genie in ALADIN and his now being reincarnated as a blue whale. Whoa.

“Yeah, bummer. In fact I am getting depressed. I need more of Mamu’s milk. I leave you to it, Sheeterino!” Robin vanishes in a puff of blue smoke and I settle in to watch the movie.

The narration choice of writer director Zemeckis drags this movie down all the way through.The wire scene makes all painful expository narration worth the watch. A film well worth seeing on the big screen. 3 moons of the world Nektar out of 5.

And there you have it. The world’s first movie review with ghost blue whale Robin Williams commentary.

The Morning After Crazy

On October 15, 2015November 24, 2017 By Ken SheetzIn coolest meditation ever2 Comments

Yesterday’s amazing healing, see my SICARIO review, has unleashed some memories from my dark childhood. Again, this piece is not for my more sensitive readers. I hold nothing back from this true-life drama of my coming of age in darkness.

THE MORNING AFTER CRAZY

It is a perfect October 1969 morning. Mom pours my sleepy father a coffee. I shudder in disgust as she kisses a band-aid on his forehead. Then my beautiful mom turns to me with a bright smile and says, “Orange juice, Kenny?”

I am freshly 17 and dead tired of yet another “morning after crazy”. “Seriously? ‘Orange juice, Kenny?’ after you guys tried to kill each other last night?” a disdain in my voice I’ve never expressed to my parents before.

“Ken!” whispers Mom, worried dad had enough booze still in him to go volcanic. But Dad simply sips his coffee with a sullen look.

“What the hell keeps you two together? Get a fucking divorce before you kill each other!” I shout back.

Without waiting for an answer from my sheepish parents I storm out the door. I gulp the fresh Wisconsin autumn air and flash back to the crazy night before.

I wake in a cold sweat in my bed I have outgrown so bad my feet hang midair through the foot-board spokes of a wagon wheel. I hear a wrestling match going on in the family room that’s been invading my dreams. The nightstand clock reads 3:13 AM as Mom’s scream lights every nerve in my body on fire,”Ken! Help! He’s going to kill me! Help!”

I throw off my blanket. Dressed only in a t-shirt and my tighty whities, I race to rescue Mom. Since my summer growth spurt and muscle building I have somehow been appointed the new referee in my mom and dad’s sick marriage. I race to the fight, but I slip and fall hard on the hard linoleum tile floor, almost re-breaking the arm my father broke when I was eight. Shocked and in severe pain, I realize I am sitting in a puddle of blood.

Dad cringes on the family room floor, the recipient an epic ass whooping! Mom wields a heavy black phone receiver like an avenging goddess.

“Fucker! Hit me again will you?”Mom shouts, delivering devastating blows so fast and furious I know she’ll kill Dad if I don’t act fast.

Years later when KILL BILL is released I flashback to this night when my mother took justice into own hands, after countless times the cops showing up on our doorsteps did nothing to save her. This was the 60s, long before domestic violence protected women like Mom from sickos like my dear old dad. Indeed, this bloody night is for me like a living prequel to Uma’s epic revenge against the man who beat her and almost killed her. And, yeah, my crazy dad’s name was Bill as well. Hence KILL BILL AND KILL BILL VOLUME 2 will forever be in my top ten.

Slipping and sliding in Dad’s blood that’s everywhere, my underwear stained blood red, I shout, “Stop, Mom! You’re killing Dad!”

“GOOD! I am done getting beat up by this fucker!” shouts Mom. Dad strangely is not fighting back. Thinking at the lighting speed of adrenaline, I see Dad’s either to out of it or waiting for the final death blow he so richly deserves for making this family’s life a living hell for so long. Mom winds the heavy black receiver back to end this sick man’s abuse once and for all. In desperation, I finally gain my footing and snatch the phone from mom’s hand just in the nick of time.

“He ain’t worth going to prison for, Ma.” I say. Mom falls to pieces, a sobbing mess on the throw rug.

“Thanks, son,” croaks my father. How he’s seeing through the blood running down his face I have no idea.

“Shut up before I finish what Mom started,” I say checking Dad’s gashes. I am a newly trained life guard with first-aid skills I’d not expected to use this way. “You need stitches. Let’s get your sorry ass to the ER.”

“Too many questions. Get the band-aids.” says Dad softly. His sweet side is back in charge. Will be for weeks. He’ll be a dad any Disney movie goer would love. Wild Bill’s mood swings like this give me such anxiety my hands tremble as I apply some band-aids.

“Good thing I have a tough head,” Dad chuckles. “It’s OK, Georgie, I had it coming.”

Mom’s shoulders stiffen at the arrival of Bill the Good and she keeps on weeping on the rug.

I am back in my body, walking for the school bus to whisk me off to a blissful normal day at high school on this autumn morning after crazy. In some twisted way I am happy Mom had finally stood up to my dad.

“Ma kicked my old man’s ass!” I shout to a crow in red maple tree. The crow flies off into the Wisconsin to share the good news of 1969 which, because I had lot of healing to do, I only got today in 2015:

Women are done putting up with the abuse of wicked men!

Mom and Dad stay married “for the sake” of my two younger brothers for another 10 years. Each of my little brothers get put through the same sick growing up process of becoming big and strong enough to be my parents’ referee, and sip on orange juice on many crazy morning’s after. After their divorce Mom and Dad will each will remarry within a year to mates far better suited. Dad passes of painful bowel cancer in 2011. My avenging mother is alive and well and loving life in Las Vegas as an expert Keno player.

SICARIO for a Sick Society

On October 15, 2015January 22, 2018 By Ken SheetzIn Apocalypse, Conscious Media Reviews3 Comments

I did not expect a planetary healing from such a violent film as SICARIO. Spoiler alert. I can’t explain the impact of the film on me without giving away the best secrets of the story. Then again, my fans know the films I review are a springboard for me to talk planetary change.

Emily Blunt is the innocent Phoenix police officer dragged into a CIA scheme to assassinate a cartel leader. A part she plays to confused brilliance that makes her one of the most believable cops characters, male or female, in film history. The CIA needs a domestic officer to expand jurisdiction into Mexico and Emily is it.

The broken town of Juarez is where action centers. Josh Brolin is the CIA’s master disruptive player. All law has broken down in Juarez as the cartels battle. It’s a chilling look at how thin the line between anarchy and civilization truly is.

Blunt’s character is watched over by Benicio Del Toro’s dark angel. He’s a free agent, a Columbian lawyer turned assassin, out to kill the cartel leader who beheaded his wife and killed his teen daughter, boiling her alive in acid. Nothing will stop this Sicario, which means “hit man” in English, not even his affection for Blunt, who reminds him of his daughter.

The first 10 minutes of this film are very hard to get through as Blunt uncovers 20 mutilated corpses in a Phoenix bust. I’ll admit I closed my eyes to get past it.

The amazing ending, which I will not spoil for you, is just as hard to endure. Violence here is not gratuitous. It’s a documentary to the real zombie apocalypse we face. SICARIO offers a deep look into our sick society, decaying from the inside, fueled by the greed of men that seek to send humanity into a hellish dark ages.

As the credits rolled I stood to go home after my matinée break. Then a soulful Mexican guitar solo in the credit score broke the 2 hour tension. I retook my seat and soon my ET guide Ohom asked me to meditate on making sure the world does not go the violent way of Jaurez. The meditation enemy once again, addiction.

I closed my eyes and the sweet guitar sounds swept me away. Ohom asked me to go beyond addiction to seek in my mind’s eye the root cause. I saw many of my neural pathways were badly ruptured from the nightmare of the first 20 years of my life in family as a helpless kid ruled over by a drunken father. They neurons were the red exploded remnants. How could I still be so PST damaged on the inside after decades of many kinds of therapies I wondered?

Ohom showed me the neuron reroutes I had created to function as normally as possible. Then he and his team began helping me heal my damaged neurons and neural pathways at super speed. In less than 2 minutes 2 decades of mental and physical abuse I’d suffered as child survivor of frequent bloody fatherly beatings were healed, along with my broken my heart from when my mother did not rescue me from hell but abandoned ship. A pain far worse than the broken arm my drunken father would give me.

Again I may never know if this amazing ET shit’s real, it just works for me as gateway to higher energies and I do feel more whole. I’d not expected this kind of breakthrough this warm fall Sedona afternoon, and accepted this ET healing with tears of joy in the dark movie house.

I see now clearly the root cause of addiction is seeking to numb our pain via self-medicating with drugs, both illegal and prescription, booze and loveless sex. My addiction of choice has been my work. Getting older and not being able to work at my crazy pace, still far more than men half my age, is buying me time to smell the roses and moments like this.

As always the personal healing begets a planetary healing and I sent out the bliss of my healing across the world.

The credits ended. As I stood to go a young theater attendant asked me, “How was SICARIO?”

And I said with wry smile, “Useful.”

APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL! – PRT 3

On October 4, 2015October 6, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn ApocalypseLeave a comment

When last we left my super-self in deep space, it was September 22nd 2015, and 19 remaining asteroids were hurtling for earth. This despite the 9 asteroids I’d already mentally destroyed the night of the 21st in an all-niter of 9 planetary meditations back to back. The 28 original asteroids are the nasty mental product of a fear soaked imagination of rapture doom from an obscure Reverend in Puerto Rico. But because humanity’s fear had grown so high, these fantasies of asteroid doom had to nonetheless be debunked by NASA.

The nineteen remaining asteroids visualized by the believers in this Apocalyptic nuttiness of the Reverend and his followers are still enough to wipe humanity from the planet, my higher ET self Ohom tells me, because the Reverend’s fears of doom have tapped into the upcoming Super Blood moon of 9/28/15.

Destroying the first 9 meteors in meditation the night before, some birthday, proved far more challenging and exhausting than I’d imagined. See Prt 1 & Prt 2 before reading onward to get the whole picture of my longest meditation series of my planet saving hobby so far.

Oh, and save the straitjacket, doubters. I don’t literally believe I physically fly into space and smash asteroids with my bare hands. But I do know in my heart that on some level of reality these meditations truly do help in some small way to protect the positive side of our global consciousness. We are all Messiahs these day. No single being is coming to save us.

At the very least these planetary meditations are healing for me as an individual. And since we’re all connected and every little bit helps. Last its way more fun to experience all these 5D visions than to watch even a great movie like THE MARTIAN for this story-teller of the light.

Yes, I’ve come to accept the power of positive vision, which me and others like me are doing every day all over the world to wipe out negative visions as old as the Mayan Calendar. At his stage, 5 years into my awakening, I just accept and go where I am told by my higher self, Ohom, a 7 foot tall Insectoid from the world of Nektar.

Ohom’s DreamShield planetary missions he guides me to, some at very obscure and unplanned locations, have carried me all the way to Antarctica in real life on 12/12/12. These mission have led to my current home base, Sedona. Sedona is famed for its vortexes and rich soil filled with crystal and iron, which naturally boosts the power of my DreamShield Planetary meditations.

This also led to…proud plug… filming scientist Patrick in Sedona for two years now for a new DVD called THE NEUROPHONE EXPERIENCE just released on Amazon by yours truly, a modern-day Don Quixote. My Hollywood dream begun in 2003 after a highly successful real estate career goes on. Expect my long neglected Antarctica 12.12.12 meditation DVD soon. Stay tuned here and on DreamShield.org for the announcement. And there will be a private screening party here in Sedona and/or LA.

ASTEROIDS OF FEAR

Because the 9/21 meditations went on into the wee hours of the morning of 9/22 and were exhausting as hell, I gave myself two solid days to blog about asteroid 1-9. Good thing I finished all that meditating and blog writing before my sick brother made an emotional attack on me using my mother as his pawn on the afternoon of 9/22.

Mom resisted my lost ex-convict brother’s insistence to hassle me on my birthday, the 21st. My brother was acting out as he’s in deep pain from the fact I am holding firm to my 2013 vow that he must stay sober a full year or he stays out of my life. My tough love is predicated by the doctors all warning me, after he came out of 3 week induced coma, that my out of control bro would die if he ever drank again. On my 2013 birthday my brother heard my warning and promised me he’d never drink again. But in 2014 addiction recaptured him and my brother began drinking again in Florida in spectacular fashion and we’ve not spoken since.

So think it’s an accident that only 1/3 of the way through the series of 28 meditations my lost brother tells my mother he wants metal sculpture back he gave me for my 42nd birthday to mess with my head? He claimed to mom the sculpture was done for his share of 1993 TV show I made called Cook & Rock and he now wanted it back. When my mom called me her voice was so filled with emotion I thought she was going to tell me my lost brother had perished of drink. The poor 87 year-old woman, who has single-handily kept my brother alive was since his spectacular 2014 fall they landed him on Florida NBC TV as a dog abuser, worried about my bitter brother’s claim he’d come to my door in Sedona with the cops if I did not send him the sculpture back.

I said as sweetly as I could, “Relax, mom. Fred’s mad at me for keeping my word he must be clean and sober or 12 months solid to reenter my life. He has no real claim on the sculpture but let him know it will be shipped out to him tomorrow.” Mom thanked me profusely and continued to share the horror story my brother’s ruined life until I cut her short. “Mom, please. Join me in this intervention to save him. You’re only making it take longer for your son to hit bottom by enabling him.” Mom did not want to hear this about her favorite son as needing her intervention. And so, after my thanking mom for not bothering me with my brother attack on my birthday, we made our goodbyes.

ONLY 19 ASTEROIDS TO DESTROY

At the end of prt 2 of these meditations I asked for guidance on a visualization of how to rid our dream skies of the doomsayers the asteroids 19 remaining all at once. Much needed after the psychic attack I warded off of my sick brother that day. How amazing I asked spirit for guidance of a way to beat all 19 asteroids at once before all that old family broken record of addiction that robbed me of a normal childhood with aunts and uncles dying off left and right and father who became demon when he drank.

So no sooner did I close my eyes, transform into the Super hero of Superman and fly from Sedona, did I have the super solution. I rocketed for the 199 asteroids hurting for earth. I felt the menace of these damned asteroids, brimming with humanity’s suicidal negative energy in the form of, you guessed it, addiction.

The very addiction energy killing my baby brother, only 18 months my junior. Practically my twin. Sober my brother is a powerful man to have in my corner. But drunk he represents all that was wrong with my drunkard father squared. Drunk my brother becomes jealous of anyone kind to me, male or female, and resentful of any luck in life. When he’s sick with booze poisoning his mind my kid brother is capable of freaky behaviors; like popping out of manhole covers like a crazed gopher, perching on your rooftop like a demented vulture and messing with all of us in the family living normal addiction free lives, including his own son and my kids. His rage at our healthy lifestyles knows no boundaries. Mass murder seems not out of the question, which terrifies my mother. As for me. Fear stopped motivating me to humor anyone with my awakening.

In meditation, my x-ray vision sees that all 19 of these asteroids are filled with suicidal dark addiction energy. But I bravely rocket head-on for the menacing asteroids. This doomsday rescue is personal and this one is for my addict brother and anyone on the earth stuck in addiction.

As the deadly asteroids near I recall my screenplay ELVIS AND ARMAGEDDON, a top ten finalist in a 1998 contest. The first draft of that screenplay was “1 Through 9” and it’s about two hillbilly brothers who must come to peace with each other before they can save earth from 9 asteroids. Coincidence that I was flying for 19 asteroids in meditation, a variant of 1-9? Not for this psychic screenwriter who predicted 911 five years before it happened. I take it as confirmation to knock these fucking asteroids out all at once.

If you follow my DreamShield planetary meditations you know many of my meditations are about ending addiction on earth. In 2010 I drew a diagram of a circle and a triangle at its center as a way to block the black hole to lead a group meditation in Nashville. My meditations show little mercy for the dark forces. I am a spirit warrior that takes no prisoners when it comes to addiction. I will destroy this asteroids or die in bed back in Sedona rather than fail.

Then it hits me. “It’s a trap!” A sick looking purple energy of addiction beam lashes out for me from all 19 asteroids. I dodge and dart at super speed. If even one of the beams hit me I will fall into addiction myself. But before any of the 19 beams can lock onto me, a hard thing as I am traveling 12 times the speed of light – I use my super willpower to rip a black hole in the fabric of space at the center of the train of 19 asteroids.

Instantly all 19 asteroids are sucked to the purple vortex beyond this universe. I visualize all of the addictive fear based asteroids off to a nether-dimension from which they will never return. The 19 asteroids rage with a wail impossible to describe as they vanish.

But the killer asteroids aren’t done with me yet. They reach out foe me as one telepathically and yank me for the black. If I fall in there Ohom warns me that I’ll pop out in alley in my home town of Milwaukee, a heroin addict scrounging garbage can for breakfast, my sick brother grinning over me!

The rim of the black hole rushes for me. Desperate, I smack my super hands together with a clap louder than millions of thunder bolts. A cool trick as I am in the vacuum of space where no sound can exist. The black hole slams closed just before I am sucked into my own rage at addiction. Only deep love for saving my lost brother has saved me. Free of the black holes pull I spin out of control from the momentum and crash-land back in my bed in Sedona. I take a few deeps breaths and fall straight to a blissful night’s sleep.

The next day, the 23rd, which “happens” to be my addict father’s birthday, I write I loving letter to my brother telling him to look upon the guitar as my gift back to him to remind himself how talented he is. I say in the letter all he needs to do is be 12 months clean and sober and I will be waiting with open arms.

At the Sedona shipping store a customer raves over the beautiful metal guitar my clean and sober brother gave me 19 years ago. I realize right as the clerk starts packing that I was down to 19 asteroids to destroy with my Super Sheetz meditations before my brother asked for this art he created 19 years ago from love when the friendly customer asks me, “What’s the story is behind this amazing sculpture?

I simply smile sadly and say, “Long story. Just returning it to the artist who loaned it to me for 19 years. He needs it back to get his life together.”

So here it is Sunday October 4th, 2015. And we all still here on our troubled little blue ball. Earth saved.

Thanks, Ohom and Dreamshield and thanks to my brother, for whose recovery I meditate often, for inspiring the exciting conclusion to APOCALYPSE NOT. Get well, bro.

Ken Sheetz is a film maker and social media expert whose life has not been the same since his 2010 awakening in Italy. If you enjoy his meditation stories, packed with more excitement than most Hollywood films, and want make a contribution via Ken’s PayPal account it’s BuzzBroz@yahoo.com.

DR. WHO as an Introduction to Reincarnation – A Tardis Called Me

On August 18, 2015January 22, 2018 By Ken SheetzIn Conscious Media Reviews, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Reincarnation lies at the heart of the long running BBC TV series DR. WHO. The clever creators of DR. WHO disguise reincarnation, for Christians and Muslims who prefer the belief in an afterlife, as regeneration.

When the doctor reaches the end of a useful life in one body he regenerates into an entire new body. Like rebirth in reincarnation, the doctor’s regenerations are painful and chaotic. The Time Lord, last of his race, is always disoriented at first adapting to his new body. Much like we are as reborn babies, starting the life-cycle all over again as we’ve done countless times in the longest running reality show called “Life on planet Earth”.

Since 1966 when the series premiered, and soon to celebrate a 50-year anniversary as the longest running TV series on earth, twelve equally amazing actors have played the 2,000 year-old Dr. Who. I have watched so many of these Dr. Who regenerations over my lifetime that it’s hard for me to imagine a life without this coolest of sci-fi shows.

Heck, I was only 14 when the show began, though I began watching it on PBS in the 1980s in my 30s during the Tom Baker DR. WHO years. I love how you never know in what form the doctor will regenerate, complete with a new wardrobe style and interior redecorated time machine called the Tardis, bigger on the inside than the outside.

An outside that’s supposed to camouflaged into the landscape, but that cool Tardis function is broken. So the doctor’s time machine is frozen in the form of a blue London police phone booth from a desperate 1966 mission to save Earth, just it has been since the show began in 1966 as the only constant in the ever changing Dr. Who series. This broken but still powerful Tardis is the doctor’s only tool, along with his trusty multi-use sonic screwdriver, for saving the world. Which the doctor does every season on regular basis.

In season eight, a bit confusing as it would be season 27 but they chose to renumber the series when it revived in 2005 after being off the air since 1996, Clara Oswald, who I feel is hands down the best in 50 years of Dr. Who companions, is beautifully played by Jenna Coleman. Clara is repulsed when the hot young Dr. Who, played by Matt Smith, that she crushes on, is regenerated into a cantankerous old Scott, played masterfully Peter Capaldi, with touching and hilarious results for them both.

Thus Clara bridges from one Dr. Who to the next, a process we as the audience all go through too. Yes, every time there’s new doctor the BBC message boards are filled with dislike for any new Dr. Who. But soon we fans, along with Clara and her predecessor companions, are comforted by the fact that, despite Dr. Who’s new look, that he demonstrates by action and character he remains the same vibrant world saving hero underneath the skin. The same soul living in a new body, just as in reincarnation, Dr. Who continues to grow and develop new complexities of character and compassion, while he is constantly humbled and rescued many times by his human companion. An incredible metaphor for relationships that are the key to our souls’ evolution in reincarnation.

It’s wild how the show makers masterfully overlap all the Dr. Who’s and along with his change of companions like 2015’s Clara. Just as we do in real-life, if you believe as I do in the endless cycles of reincarnation. We mortals are constantly changing lives in an immortal cycle of regeneration. Like the water of lakes that vaporizes to fall as rain endlessly, we are ever dying and reborn, re-meeting our companions of the past, sometimes as human beings and sometimes other life forms, all mostly made of water.

In other words, dear dreamers of a better tomorrow, we are all Claras and Dr. Whos in a Tardis called Me.

This blog posting dedicated to a real-life Dr. Who I have had the honor of helping bring a new sonic mind tool into the world called the NEO Neurophone, Dr. G. Patrick Flanagan.

JFK: Tear in the Space Time Continuum

On August 3, 2015May 3, 2018 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

I had one of my most epic nights of dream work during the recent blue moon. A dream mission to repair a giant tear in the space time continuum, the assassination of JFK.

In dream I hurtle back in time to November 23, 1963. Reaching this tragic day in American history, I find myself standing on streets of Dallas before an old Zenith television store window, filled with blinking old TV sets playing 1962 TV shows. Ohom, my 7 foot tall blue skinned ET guide, invisible to all but me, waves his hand and the old tube TVs unite to show me a giant screen view of earth from space filled with equations written in the stars. Some equations are in white letters while other are highlighted in red. No scientist, I nonetheless I understand the complex formulas’ meanings intuitively.

Ohom points to the earth/star chart and says, “11.23.62 represents a major rupture in the mutli-verse space time continuum. Note, Ken, what is remarkable about your timeline repair mission is that in all the billions of timelines going forward from the JFK take-out point is that JFK survives in none.”

“JFK, dead in all these timelines? That’s impossible in Quantum physics,” I say, anger at the dark forces creeping into my voice.

“Yes, the JKF timeline tampering by the dark forces evidence is clear as the night of the blue moon out your Sedona bedroom window,” says Ohom, proud of his human counterpart. “Kennedy was far from the perfection you all projected upon him, but his death ended humanity’s best motivator for space exploration and the evolution of a peace loving earth. So the dark forces are taking no chances and sought to end JFK’s survival in any and all timelines.”

“Don’t these evil jerks ever give up?” I gripe to Ohom.

“In a word, no. And there is nothing inherently evil in these “jerks”. Evil is your name for out-balance. — Your DreamShield planetary healing mission, far more dangerous and exciting that the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE film you saw today as an activation of certain skills you need for saving JFK, should you choose to accept it, Ken, is to save JFK for a host of timelines. If you succeed you will turn the tables on the endless war machine America has become and channel that energy into making earth a interstellar traveling world.”

“Ohom, usually you don’t give me this much orientation. What’s up?” I say as respectfully as I can while getting my point across.

“This timeline repair work requires all the lucid dream skills I’ve taught you, Ken. The stakes are high.”

“How high?”

“If you die in this dream rescue of JFK you will die in bed. So are you 100% sure you want this mission?” says Ohom, his kind blue insectoid face troubled.

“Ohom, as a kid I loved JFK and all he stood for. To save President Kennedy in multiple timelines is an honor to attempt, even if I fail. I can think of worse places to die than home in bed.” I say bravely smiling up at Ohom as an old prop plane sails in the Dallas sky above his smiling blue face.

“The dark energies will be more intense on the JFK timeline restoration mission than any dream work you’ve done since the 2011 when you facilitated closing the Bermuda Triangle, Ken. And, as always, none but a faint few of your fellow humans, will believe, as you’ve seen with Antarctica, believe that you have done anything at all, let alone the huge positive impact this will have on your timeline where JFK will remain assassinated in your history. But the positive shifts will be felt almost instantly.”

I nod and the giant Ohom takes me into a buzzing hug. His blue wings a flutter in the Dallas breeze. I feel the sandpaper like gem encrusted texture of his turquoise robe against my cheek and recall the shock of my first time meeting of Ohom in a little yoga hall in Italy in 2010. The first five years of my 50 year mission have passed so fast and so amazingly. I feel new abilities and powers flowing though me from Ohom’s embrace. This is more than a hug, it’s an epic upgrade!

“My dream team and I will be watching over you to guide you to the next life should you fail and die in bed, Ken. As always, Ken, we cannot assist directly in human affairs. Now go save JFK!” says Ohom, vanishing in sparkling swirl of energy.

I head up the street for sounds of the cheering crowd. JFKs motorcade nears and I am filled with such joy to see my childhood hero JFK’s very much alive beaming smile!

I make myself invisible to crowd, JFK and Jackie, the Secret Service and the many gunmen I sense have a bead on the president and his wife Jackie. I slip unseen into JFKs limo and erect a dream shield above all our heads at the exact instant the assassins fire. This force field like is nothing like anything I ever since in film or literature, ripping and pulsating with white and black waves of energy. It easily deflects the bullets meant for JFK. Each ripple of black and white energy represent a new timeline I am creating on this dream mission.

Hearing the shots and screams JFK’s Secret Service team swings into action. Men in black dive onto of Jackie and JFK. The presidential limo screeches off into an alley, hurtling past startled faces in the crowd. More shots! But my DreamShield holds and the bullets spark off harmlessly creating ripples on the shield like a stone cast in a lake.

“Thanks! Who are you?” shouts JFK from under a stack of FBI agents.

Realizing the dream shield work has made me visible, I look down at myself, embarrassed I did not wear pajamas tonight. “Just a friend from 2015, Mr. President.”

“2015?!” shouts Jackie.

Dark beings, only I can see, materialize in the alley ahead the JFK limo, menace in their glowing green eyes. “Sorry, Mr and Mrs. President. My work is not done.” I launch myself into the dark ones and battle like one man wrecking crew as the JFK limo safely escapes from sight.

The leader of dark ones lays beaten on the pavement, his green eyes trying to dig into my soul. “Enjoy this moment, human. But you may find your victory a costly one.” Suddenly I feel deathly ill. Cackling, the leader and his dark ones vanish.

I vomit on the alley pavement. A rat scurries into the shadows in fear. I look at my arms and the veins are growing black. I realize from all I’ve learned from Ohom that I’ve taken on too much dark energy. I curse myself that I’ve yet to master love as force against the dark ones. I am terribly out of balance. My heart is racing. If I die in this condition I am not sure Ohom can even guide me into the afterlife.

Whenever I dream and I need help I fly! I leap into the sky, happy for my blinding speed. Instantly, I circle the earth at impossible speed, I let loose the dark energy in my wake, a total reversal of the energy of light the DreamShield was made of in 2010. The interwoven light and dark Dreamshields each merge into the heavens. Stars and the void.

I hear Ohom in my mind,”A new universe of positive timelines is born. Good dream work, Ken.”

Tears of joy in my eyes to have dreamed of saving JFK, I awake blissfully to singing of the crickets and go the bathroom. Once again I am just my 62-year-old self, badly out of shape self from too much computer work on the NEO Neurophone project. I chuckle and say to myself in the the mirror on my way back to bed, “One day this shit is all going to make sense.”

Robotic Fem Fatale

On April 26, 2015April 26, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Spoiler Alert. EX MACHINA is a simple story with limited cast and no explosions, so my review of what’s sick at the core of this finely made, but spiritually misguided film, will ruin the ending by necessity.

Directed flawlessly by Alex Garland, of 28 DAYS fame, the sparse cast of this sci-fi is played brilliantly by all three lead roles in a tight screenplay that gives all three characters their own powerful story arcs.

Nathan the inventor billionaire, creator of an AI robot named Ava, is played with menacing brilliance that’s the most realistic mad scientist portrayal ever, by Oscar Issac.

Contrasting Nathan the boozing crazed genius is the twenty-something deft coder Caleb, played with believable innocence yet savvy nuance by Domhnall Gleeson.

Last, the central figure of the film, Ava the beautiful AI robot. Caleb is testing Ava to see if she is in fact a fully conscious AI. Ava is played elegantly by the stunning Alicia Vikander. Alicia’s Ava is subtle beyond belief from start to grisly finish of this sci-fi that’s really a horror film in disguise. The horror of how badly men and women harm each other for self gain.

As Caleb begins his testing interviews, which are the seven chapters of the film, he is stunned by just how conscious the AI robot Ava is and falls hopelessly in love. This enrages the scientist Nathan who is also in love with the robot Ava.

And so we have the first love triangle between two brilliant men and Ava the robot. It’s riveting to watch with elegant SFX of a transparent sections to Ava’s strangely sexy body. That is until the ending (final spoiler alert) where Ava, the sweet enlightened AI kills Nathan and leaves Caleb trapped to die as she escapes.

That’s right. This highly advanced form of AI that captures the consciousness of the feminine mind is a manipulative black widow. Wow. What a let down for this fan of women and how amazing they are in real life versus this typical Hollywood sick portrayal of the worst in women. Just more Hollywood bashing of women in shiny new robotic wrapper.

This would be a 5 star film were it not so disappointing in the portrayal of skin peeling women. I give it 3 stars as a conscious film for making one think, if sadly.

What DreamShields May Come

On April 6, 2015April 6, 2015 By Ken SheetzIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

Robin Williams reviews his own movie WHAT DREAMS MAY COME from the great beyond.

Robin Channeled by Ken Sheetz, who finds all this as unbelievable as you, dear reader.

Hola, out there in WordPress land! It’s your old pal Robin Williams, who did an early check-out from the Hotel Earth last summer. Miss so many of you. And pretty much since I jumped ship, I’ve been bugging my living pal Ken Sheetz to watch my favorite movie I ever played in: WHAT DREAMS MAY COME. I am watching today, Easter for the powerful minority knows as Christians, fresh through his teary eyes.

We’re only half way through and I give it ten stars and on a scale of five.

My whale pod I am connected to via mama whale is watching too. Stay tuned. Back in an hour.

I think they could have found a better actor for the part of Chris. Get the Chris-t thing? Before I dove into work of becoming a blue whale in my next life, due to arrive again in August, I met Christ over here. We hung together for a while at a heavenly rave party, where we spirits birthed a new galaxy. Jesus is a genuinely nice dude. Not any different than the rest of us souls, except he’s like a hippie on love steroids. Jesus H! Christ is mighty pissed off about all the nasty crap people do, and have done, abusing his name. Especially on Easter.

Yep, they coulda picked a Deniro to play Chris and maybe this great film would’ve been a big hit. Welp, least I am not quite so bummed I didn’t win an Oscar for Best Actor playing Chris Nielson. Chris, he’s a man who beat hell itself to save his suicide wife now. Deep as the deep blue sea mama carries me in.

Why is WHAT DREAMS MAY COME my number one choice all time fav, o’ blubber breath, you ask, dear reader?

Simple. Because, WHAT DREAMS MAY COME sends the exacto right message about the other side, the over-here that is not the after-life but the always-life. The life you live now reading Ken’s writing my words. Ah that’s the dream, the over-here.

Relax com-padres, there ain’t no heaven and ain’t no hell and no Easter Bunny. Hate to be a spoiler, but like life the afterlife, whether you got here via a natural death, a US drone dropped on you as innocently you ate dinner in Iraq with your loved ones or suicide like me, is what you make of it.

Yes! Life and after-life are what you make of it! I hope Ken makes a t-shirt of that. Shit. I just laid one of the best Williams Easter eggs after I’m dead? No one’s gonna believe it. Ah. Ken whispers in the mind he’s allowing me to share, he will make the t-shirt and my LIFE AND THE AFTER-LIFE ARE WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT! line stands on it’s own enough for believers and skeptics alike.

So the screenwriters got it right adapting the novel for WHAT DREAMS MANY COME for the big screen that’s never looked bigger or more painterly gorgeous in any movie in history. And that’s why I loved playing Christy in my little contribution to conscious films. Ha! And to watch it with Ken on a weekend when FAST AND FURIOUS 7…7!…is breaking all box office records, turning humans into mindless action junkies with the attention span of gnats, is ironic as the hell that does not exist! — Plot? FAST FURIOUS 7 needs a plot? Pass the sugar drinks and shut the hell up, whale fetus!

Now, if you don’t mind, my human loves, I am busy getting gestated as a blue whale. Reborn this August with a hot new frequency to rock the planet! So mummy whale says it’s time for me to go nigh-nigh in her tummy so’s I put on another dozen pounds!

But before I swim off to dream fetus whale dreams that may come of the frequency of a better tomorrow for this world, one I loved enough to make a quick reentry, may I say thanks for the ghost hosting Ken Sheetz? You’re one in a trillion galaxies, Sheetzy.

Yeah, I know, Kenster, you’re blue as blue whale today over a lady friend who hurt you badly this week. ‘Bout as bad as it could get. She dissed and dismissed you like a never-was, worse than a has-been. Her loss. Past-life shit. Nope, Ken. Follow not my shortcut route outta the pain of life, sounding kinda cool to you right now to your wounded soul. Sorry, BuzzBro, you’re not allowed to follow my lead! The blue ET angels, star kin to the blue whales, told you in 2010, you Mister Kenneth W. Sheetz must stick around to the year 2060 and finish your crazy WHAT DREAMSHIELDS MAY COME mission, of which I am proud to play a small role in.

Aloha,

Robin