To ride a horse is to ride the sky. ~Author Unknown
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Looking back on how fast the first year of DreamShield went, December 21, 2012 is almost here. Well, as I write it is still 595 days, 8 hours, 22 minutes and 11 seconds away.
One year ago, in a yoga hall that was a former horse stable in Italy, I had powerful vision of 3 ET style blue angels joining our SoulDrama group of 12 humans who were deep under the meditation spell of Guilia, the healer of Santa Maria Del Sole, who was chanting over us in words of ancient Hebrew, words that she has kept secret so far, even from me.
In that yoga hall vision on 5.5.10 I saw the 3 ET style angels join their blue energy to we dozen humans. This in turn, over a period of about a week of successive visions, created an energetic shield around the earth to ensure a gentle 2012 that I named the DreamShield.
This first vision has been recounted many times in ceremonies and on the web and has been seen by thousands of people all over the world. See our first of 220 videos on the topic of 2012 here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lg4wDtw3vD4
I somehow thought I could go back to my normal life after the big 10.10.10 event, an event that an angelic voice guided me to conduct, and come back to the DreamSheild global events I’d also been guided to do in Italy last year on 11.11.11, only 6 months away now, and the finale on 12.12.12. But just a few weeks after the fabulous 10.10.10 event a series of planetary meditations came to me again from the mysterious voice starting November 1, 2010.
The 11.1.10 event ceremony was at NoHo Park at the 9.11 monument and was conducted by Isabella Stoloff, the Shaman who had conducted opened our 10.10.10 event. Profound visions happened to me now for the third time in a row. And they have never failed to happen every time I meditate on the mission of a gentle 2012.
Moving forward from 11.1.10 Isabella would not be available as she was in Orange County and busy with her own interpretation of 2012 and Sarah, despite her amazing skills as holistic doctor and third generation palmist and social butterfly, had a young kids and a busy practice to juggle. So I was a bit lost on how to move forward with a series of planetary meditations I was being guided to perform on binary dates that were rolling up fast.
Enter the amazing Laura De Leon to the DreamShield story! Now with her help and Sarah plus Lee McCormick’s help in Nashville as our sponsor and Nathaniel Hansen’s as our website guru we were ready for anything.
Laura became a dear, dear friend in the process. She has a practice helping Hollywood talent reach their full creative potential called MyMysticMuse. And she became my personal guru along with DreamShield’s and I became her social media guru with my BuzzBroz.com buzz biz.
Ramon Govea and Kara Mooney would also step up to meet the challenge of the Gateway year of DreamShield in hosting our very first dance meditation at the Temple of visions on 3.11.11. And Laura would amaze me by singing sacred music at the event despite the loss of a family member that week.
Together our global team would perform 25 DreamShield meditations between 10.10.10 and today 5.1.11. They cover a broad range of issues from tectonic plate activity reduction, to solar flares, greed, clean energy, to the the intimate like healing the earth from child abuse and addiction. None of the of us have take any pay for all this. DreamShield a labor of pure love supported by love donations at DreamShield.org. Where we hope you please visit to donate.
But stay with us for this important 1 year anniversary DreamShield vision before you run off to give.
THE TWELVE HORSES OF 2012
This morning I was deep in meditation in my studio at The Cool Change Foundation, a bit sad that I’ll be leaving soon as all the video and web work that I have donated to that charity has blossomed into a production schedule that makes it too busy for me to have the peace and quite I need for my meditations and writing.
In the vision my father, who passed in January on 2011 after a sudden cancer took him, came to me. He’d not been to visit me from the after life for weeks. Last time I saw him he having an adventure aboard a sleek silver spaceship traveling faster than the speed of light for the center of the universe.
Dad had changed much. He was young again. He looked to be in his 30s. His cancer wracked body of 82 years a distant memory. Dad glowed with an inner light now. He leaned to me said to me, “Sorry I left you nothing in my Last Will and Testament, Ken.”
I explained I’d not expected a thing as my step mom, 15 years his junior, needed everything to get by plus I added, “Other thing is I think you thought you’d never die.”
My father smiled proudly at my unselfish behavior and said, “Here’s my inheritance for you son. A gift to help your work of ensuring a gentle 2012.”
A white horse appeared before us that rivaled the beauty of Pegasus. Before I could say a word another horse, black as the dark of space appeared beside the white horse, followed by a Palamino with white mane.
“One horse for each month of your first year with DreamShield, Ken. – 12 horses for the work of 2012,” my father proclaimed as ten more horses appeared in rapid succession. Each glowed with an inner light shining dazzling hues and shades of the rainbow upon Beck Street in North Hollywood, where we stood in the vision that morning as the sun rose.
Now a golden chariot appeared behind the powerful team of 12 horses.
“Get on!” my father said chuckling at my hesitation. “Take these. You’ll need them.” Dad, a former welder, placed 12 lightning bolts in my hand and swatted the lead horse, the white horse on the butt.
The team of 12 mighty horses charged up Beck Street and spun right onto Chandler Boulevard heading west. Car tires screeched. Horns honked at the spectacle.
The horse team took to the morning air, carrying my chariot along like a feather . I spun the team east on Laurel Canyon Blvd and flew for the sun. Soon I could see LA and the Pacific far below. Whales cried out to us from the sea as we left the atmosphere.
I saw the DreamShield pulsing white and strong below. “Wow!” I wondered to myself thinking of what to use the lightning bolts for. Happy of the magic of these beautiful and healing spiritual adventures. Not just a lifetime but for all time in every incarnation I have ever had in every dimension.
Please give today in honor of the one year birthday of DreamShield as there is much to do in preparation for 11.11.11, another global celebration like 10.10.10. No official word yet but for Greece we may be gaining access to an ancient temple. I feel guided to travel to Greece for that one and hope Sarah and Laura will feel the call to be there as well. Help make it happen. We have thousands of fans now, If all gave what they can, even if it’s only $10 or $20 we’d be all set.
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone. -Marylin Monroe, on the topic of Enough
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Lee McCormick’s amazing 2000 acre Spirit Recovery ranch, site for the 2/12/11 DreamShield Planetary Addiction Meditation, had only one drawback for out of towners… lack of nearby restaurants.
Me and my fellow spoiled brats from LA for this trip, Bradley Quick and Dr. Sarah Larsen, were desperate for the health food choice we enjoy back home. The only restaurant options, still about a 15 minute ride from the ranch, are McDonald’s or an all you can eat buffet, where the choices are… fried this or fried that.
So when Renato Longato, world famous UFO expert, finished his presentation on ETs and their role in 2012 and Lee herded us back to the all fried food you can eat spot again, I let a groan slip out. But, even though the food was deadly, the company of large group who stuck us for the meditation made up for it with their lively passion and curiosity about DreamShield.
I griped to Lee that all this bad food was going to blur my visions at the wheel. Lee simply chuckled and went on eating his fried chicken. Lucky for me not much phases Lee. As a recovery guru and cattle rancher he’s seen it all. Lee was the perfect host for this spirit shindig to balance out all my nervousness and exhaustion over this very personal mediation. You see, I had just given the eulogy at my father’s funeral only 3 weeks prior to this event. A father whose drinking escapades were legend in my home town of Milwaukee. Drinking which had decimated my childhood and made me into the lovable neurotic who blogs this stuff as much for self-therapy as to report to you on the birth of the New Age.
Reports I make as objectively as I can, while being the dude having all these visions to help usher in a gentle 2012 and trying to film it all at the same time. How about a budget for an assistant and camera man, angels, ETs, whatever you are? Maybe even a private jet as they’ve told me I need to do DreamShield personally in all 24 times zones and activate a billion people by 2012. Guess they like to keep me humble with lack of funding. Makes this funnier and they do love to laugh at this cynic of a psychic. I swear this all is some kind of futuristic reality show at times where we are the cameras.
Heavy snows two days before had turned the field, where Lee 10 years earlier had built the medicine wheel, to mud. My inner Larry David of a perfectionist said about the mud and cold, “Couldn’t the angels have picked a pleasant day in May for all this?” But I stopped myself from griping out loud before I annoyed Lee again. “Enough with the whine festival, ” I told myself. “This mud is going to be perfect for grounding this great group of people to the earth. We are electrical energy after and and what better conductor than the mud the fates had provided?”
The medicine wheel was working already. I had officially stopped my negative self-talk that re-erupted in me after Dad’s funeral, like some dormant volcano of fear. I was feeling up to the task of this great day my higher self had brought about. Laura De Leon of MyMysticMuse‘s work finally kicked into gear. I was ready to do battle with addiction. Or least not go off and down a bottle of tequila out of fear of messing all this up for earth’s gentle 2012.
“A church without walls”, as one of ranch hands described Lee’s medicine wheel, is the perfect description. The energy of the growing crowd was palpable. Lee personally selected the stones of his medicine wheel from the old Pinewood estate after it had burned. The stones of that estate have great energy because Pinewood’s owner would buy slaves and then set them free on these lands! Lands where also a great Native American people had ruled in total freedom before the white man came along and poisoned the tribes with their fire water.
Yes, I sensed the Native American spirits wanted this addiction meditation to work. I sensed also the spirit of Kokopelli leading his people in this mighty task for earth many times on this trip. He was showing up in pranks. Kokopelli is part trickster spirit after all. I had almost named my film company for him eight years ago when I moved to Hollywood before chickening out. Maybe when I am done with all this 2012 stuff and can get back to making movies I will name a new film Kokopelli Films in his honor. Yeah.
Lee’s medicine wheel for this DreamShield meditation to free earth of addiction by 2012 was therefore a perfect choice. More perfect than I knew at the time of my vision, complete with diagrams of how to shape and work the group that came to me in dreams months ahead of time.
Lee McCormick walked the medicine wheel while Sarah Wellborn placed crystals from Mt. Shasta on the stones.
The group grew as trucks made their way through the muddy field loaded with cargoes of excited people. People who felt so empowered for the work by Lee’s great day of events leading to this that I could feel their passion for today’s work from a mile off. I mean that literally, a mile off. Putting my inner cynic aside, I can sense amazing stuff ever since Italy, where my DNA got activated and my life got turned upside down.
Here at Lee’s wheel, I realized the angels — or ETs who guide this strange and wonder filled work from a cloud or spaceship or my own overactive brain — had picked this sacred spot for this DreamShield meditation, as much for it’s location on the earth’s chakrah system for the amazing Tennessee folks who were now showing up in droves. Numbers of people I’d not expected in such a remote location 40 miles from Nashville in the middle of Lee’s cattle ranch that doubles as one of America’s leading recovery centers. Such is Lee’s respectability in the amazing Conscious Nashville group he has helped foster.
I made sure I had pals Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick beside me as I was still feeling weak from the funeral and nearly 3 months of non-stop DreamSheild planetary meditations without any real budget. I was running a global project from modest social media fees via my BuzzBroz company. It had all seemed so simple after Italy. Have a 10.10.10 global celebration and then go back to my normal life. That was 26 planetary meditations ago…
So I was exhausted for the big one. The meditation that meant more to me personally than any other. I had not evolved much, I had simply become a spiritual-aholic instead of a work-aholic. Yeah, this meditation was needed for me personally. I’d missed most of my kids’ childhoods working to be Chicago’s number 1 commercial real estate broker. Nothing was ever enough.
VISIONS AT THE WHEEL
What energized me was Lee’s advice to me and the crowd, shouting over the stiff cold wind, “We gather today for a noble cause. Our reality is what we choose to make it in this world. And we choose to believe there can be an end to addiction on this world. It’s time. And the cool thing is we don’t have to believe in this work for it TO work. We just have to show up and express our intent. Feel it with our heart and soul. In our bones.”
With that Lee turned it over to me. “This is Ken Sheetz of DreamShield who will conduct this planetary meditation. He sees things.”
Smiling at Lee’s perfect intro, I went with the flow and got the crowd laughing saying, “Think of me Larry David of the spirit world. I don’t know how or why the angels chose me in Italy for this work… when I don’t believe in them half the time. But Lee is right. Somehow the job gets done anyways when I just show up where they tell me to go. I’m happy the angels let me see what they are doing, despite my lack of 100% faith in what they let me somehow see.” Excited relief spread through the gathering as I added, “And don’t feel bad if you don’t see what I see or see nothing at all in this meditation. You might even count yourself lucky you see nothing all this angels stuff has turned my life upside down.”
Later a meditation guest would thank me for “keeping it real.”
I passed the mediation ball to Dr. Sarah Larsen to open this meditation with her beautiful OMs. She picked 13 OMs as the number to get the group into an energized connected space. As Sarah OMed, the magic in my mind began to happen once again. I saw, eyes closed, hundreds if not thousands of earth angels watching us 60 souls gathered to form the intent to rid the world of addiction.
My voice cracked as I told the crowd what I was seeing. You see dear reader, I’d thought my visions were somehow at an end but here they were a host of angels ready to protect us and amplify our energy as we set the intention to end earth’s addiction at Lee’s medicine wheel!
This art piece by Gore Dustave is very close to what I saw. I opened my eyes and shared my relief and excitement with the group. “These are not like the angels I saw in Italy. The are human formed, earth angels.” I felt proud these were not the wonderful, if scary, ET angels from Italy working this meditation with us. These were are kindred earth angels curing the earth of addictions.
I closed my eyes again and for the first time with such a large group and shared vision as they came into my head. About my head for a bit. I feel it’s overly large and that I’d easily weigh in under 200 pounds with a more normal sized head. But I digress. Back to Lee’s medicine wheel…
I told the crowd, “I see a golden tumbler that holds the DNA code in this earth chakra beneath the medicine wheel. We are going to unlock this tumbler of gold. Gold that represents, according to some ET experts, humanity’s enslavement from the time we were genetically engineered from apes to mine this world of gold. And it’s this ET engineered drive to never have enough that lies at the heart of all our addiction here on earth. The time has time for us as a species to rise above our enslavement. Let the ancient aliens have their gold we want to be free!”
Note: All this is as close as I can recall my words or anyone’s at the wheel. I don’t have a camera crew at this stage of this underfunded and over ambitious gentle 2012 project. So I may have inadvertently made myself sound better than real life in this blog. Such is the benefit of not having a camera crew.
I then led the group in a meditation chant while we visualized a golden triangle forming within the black hole that lies within each of us as follows:
“Happy. Healthy. And whole!” Four times we repeated this simple triangular mantra together. Success. I saw another tumbler in the earth unlock like a telescope of gold that extended to the earth’s core. It fed us an enormous energy surge I could feel in the mud as I held out my hands.
An angel whispered to me at the wheel, “You will become a new species of homo sapiens. One that will care for each other and this world as equals in ways you cannot even imagine.”
My head was happily spinning in this deep waking dream of healing for earth in the mud at the wheel. This was going far better than I had possibly hoped. I introduced Sarah Wellborn of the west coast spiritual mecca Mt. Shasta. This other Sarah, many Sarah’s have appeared in this work as their name means “Light of God”, had earlier told me she had some very special songs she wanted to share at the wheel. I saw at this moment that her songs were sonic codes to unlock the golden DNA tumbler in the earth’s chakrah.
As a former builder, a man of schedules and budgets who built Oprah’s Harpo studios, I often wonder why the angels don’t give me more clear plans ahead of time. But I went with the divine guidance flow and turned things over to Sarah Wellborn.
The group and I chanted along with Sarah Wellborn’s very beautiful and other worldly sounding singing, singing that I hope to God Lee’s videographer captured for history and I was too busy running a mediation to film. Just as I was fussing about this to myself in my hyper mind I saw the Virgin Mary in glory, radiating healing energy down upon us from a cloud above. You heard me. The Virgin Mary.
UFO expert Renato had told us in his lecture before the DreamShield that ETs, looking not to shock us, would appear to one race as say Shiva, or Muhamed or as the Virgin Mary depending on your cultural heritage. I wonder now as I write if this was what was going on here at Lee’s amazing medicine wheel. You see I am not religious. So I’d be about the last guy you’d expect to see angels, let alone the mother of Christ.
Note: This is not the the best photo of what I saw of the Virgin Mary, unlike the fairly accurate angels one depicted above in the blog. This Virgin Mary was more classic in my vision and radiant in all directions not just her hands. Without a CG artist I can’t describe the majesty of the parting clouds that Mary appeared to me from. Sigh. This is hard on me as filmmaker as I want to truly share all this amazing stuff with you fully. I guess in the hopes you might believe me more. That’s silly I know. The best books do not come with pictures.
It’s taken me days to get the nerve up to write of this because it all sounds so crazy. I keep thinking the men in white jackets are coming for me when, as Lee said, I “see things.” Well, at least I am getting faster at accepting these amazing visions. It took me three months to get up my nerve to report on the angels in Italy.
Yes, dear reader. This blog is the first I am sharing of the Virgin Mary vision. The goddess as the light workers see her, the divine feminine was with us.
I relaxed into Sarah’s beautiful song deeper. She invited us all to join her in our own tones. We sounded alien. A bit like the choir from 2001, only prettier. That damn song annoys me after a while. Sarah’s song was beautiful, but 2001-like-ape scene is how it felt. We were like the apes ready to evolved when we unlocked the golden DNA tumbler in the earth here 40 miles west of Nashville. Lee had explained to me our DreamShield team earlier that day that the earth on this part of the globe holds huge limestone deposits and is naturally one of the purest points on the planet for what we were doing.
I held forth my trembling hands and grabbed hold of the golden tumbler I could see in my mind’s eye. With each of Sarah’s new combination tunes and chants I turned the giant golden lock within the earth. Gone was the scared, little Ken, I was fully my higher self working with the spirits of angels, Indains, cowboys, the Virgin Mary, ETs an my new Nashville and old LA friends. I smiled at Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick who had somehow moved, without my directing them, into the triangular pattern you see in this diagram that came to me in a dream last fall.
Suddenly I saw my father having a Guiness in bar in heaven. He downed half a glass and with a pleased look of satisfaction said, “Enough.”
Then Dad smiles at me as he pushed away from the heavenly bar. I shouted this vision to the group and asked if anyone else was seeing visions or feeling something. A young man shouted, “I see a new golden leaf!”
“Yes!” I shouted back like an excited kid. “New growth for the Golden Age that dawns here today! I see the DNA beginning to shift!”
Sarah Wellborn’s amazing song of alien sounding stopped. She paused and said, “This next one is very playful. It’s for the elementals.” Her song for the elementals that followed was so playful and joyous that it kept me from getting to serious over my Dad’s Guinness appearance at the wheel. Not at the wheel but in a dream the next morning I would see these brown muddy fields we stood filled with grass of a green spring and thousands of white elementals dancing about Lee’s medicine wheel. The playful white creatures looked a like the elementals in SPIRITED AWAY, only not so weird.
The shift was on, as singer Shawn Gallaway had sung the night before at the Lee’s Conscious Music before a packed crowd of 300.
Later I’d tell my middle brother only the part of my vision of Dad pushing away after half a Guinness, who before the trip to Nashville had expressed complete disbelief in this DreamShield meditation’s ability to heal earth’s addiction. My brother, who been an even bigger cynic than me about this addiction meditation, was touched and said, “Yeah, Pops never left a drink half-finished beer in his life.”
It’s my deepest wish and desire that we accomplished the mission of freedom for the earth from all addiction. But for me and my family the vision of Dad in heaven satisfied with his half Guiness means more to me than all my visions since May in 2010 put together. Sorry, Virgin Mary and host of angels. I’m just being honest here while thanking you for all your blessings and help.
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“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
For the first part of the day I acted in my dual capacity as a filmmaker and holding space for the energy of Dreamshield that Lee was generating with the enthused crowd of 60 people while Bradley Quick, my guest with Lee’s for the trip, who hosts a radio designed to to help people overcome addiction called The Quick Fix, and who had given a brilliant speech to Lee’s recovery client he night before, acted in the humble capacity as crowd control with Dr. Sarah Larsen.
When singer and one of Nashville’s spiritual leader Lee McCormick of Spirit Recovery agreed to host a DreamShield on 2/12/11, inspired by my vision of a cure for earth’s addictions by 2012, to be unlocked in our DNA through meditation at his medicine wheel, I had no idea what an amazing day he would dream up around the occasion.
If anyone, cynical as myself at times included, needs proof DreamShield is divinely guided just an amazing human being like Lee showing up for the work is proof enough.
Then we were treated to tales of amazing spiritual adventures by Sarah Wellborn of Mt. Shasta, a spiritual guide who we’d met in December and who led our planetary mediation to heal the ozone layer on 12/21/11.
Last before the meditation was world famous UFO expert Renato Longato sharing rare footage of UFO’s that not shown in America’s media. Here’s just a taste of his amazing lecture.
Unfortunately Renato’s awesome presentation was new and ran long, 3 hours, and we lost the chance for our other Sarah, Dr. Sarah Larsen to speak at the Spirit Lodge. This had also strangely happened to Sarah at her own magnificent 10/10/10 event when Dr. Robert Casar, our host and LA 10/10/10 sponsor, went long in his talks. But as on 10/10/10 Sarah took things in stride. For her this day was about being at the medicine wheel to activate the DNA to cure earth of addiction and it would be there she would shine I was sure.
At last it was onto the medicine wheel for DreamShield’s planetary meditation to set the intent to heal the world of addiction. All the events Lee had planned built the crowd of about 60 into a powerful energetic state. But I still worried — still mourning the loss of my father, just 3 weeks ago, whose addiction to drink had plagued my childhood and which was blocking my ability to communicate with the spirit world or wherever this stuff comes from in or outside me — if I’d be able to honor the greatness of the day Lee had created at the medicine wheel.
Here’s the video my social media company BuzzBroz.com, the venture that got me into all this spirit stuff, is promoting for Lee on YouTube and which after seeing inspired my vision that inspired Lee’s big day, an amazing doorway to a better tomorrow that we were only half way through.
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“Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.” – Ancient Native American Proverb
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Night’s sleep on the ranch was filled with incredible pre-vision dreams for the big meditation the next day. In one dream I saw the spirit of Jesse James, who stayed on this ranch once back in the day, riding a ridge, gunning down addiction spirits with his six-shooter. I was up with the birds and morning sun as it dawned over Lee McCormick’s Spirit Recovery Ranch, about 40 miles west of Nashville.
Sneaking for the kitchen not to wake the other DreamShielders, I looked over the new recovery home which we were the first guests to ever stay here. Lee told us the day before that he hand-picked all the furniture for the cozy place that sleeps 4 with two full baths. The first one up, I made some coffee and sat out on the porch on one of the beautiful white rockers that overlooked one of Lee’s many cattle fields on the 2000 acre ranch.
As the sun rose above the tree line i thought back to a painting I’d done from my imagination back in college of a sunrise. I’d know before getting out of bed that this would be that same sunrise that I’d had painted some 30 years earlier.
My ex-wife hated the painting and it spent the entire 18 years of my marriage in the basement. After the divorce, and the painting coming back into my life, I noticed it had fine cracks from all the years of exile in the damp. When I painted over those cracks they revealed amazing symbols that remind me of a past life as a Native American and the great spirit of Kokopelli.
Here’s the Kokopelli painting featuriing a lovely woman named Amy who dropped in and out of my life in a single day. Amy was lost in Agoura Hills and asked for directions when she passed me on the street in her white Lexus. Amy looked like she had perhaps enjoyed a few to many drinks over dinner at the nearby Mexican restaurant and so I invited her into my place for coffee until she was fit for the road.
Amy loved my Kokopelli painting so much that she asked to take this picture front of it. What are the odds that a buzzed stranger would wander into my life for a blink and be in a 30 year old picture of a painting to end up in this blog about healing earth of addiction? I used to say these things were “weird” now I say they are “perfect”. A perfect example of the precision of the universe.
As I sipped on my perfect coffee at Lee’s ranch, I thought back on last night after dinner. Sometimes I think the angels picked me for this work because I am a Hollywood comedy writer ,when I am not helping usher in a gentle 2012 or working in my day job as a social media dude. It’s hard for me resist an easy joke in a funny situation. This part of me grew from having a lovable dad who sadly was also the classic “mean drunk”. My job as kid, I somehow felt, was to keep Dad laughing. Long as he was laughing the mean stuff was kept at bay. And thus Ken the family joker was born.
My Dad’s recent passing had reawakened my trickster self. So when I saw a chance for a prank in the form of a noisy trapdoor that popped open whenever you opened the door to Bradley’s room I could not resist. I selected Dr. Larsen as my prank target and told her something strange was happening in the closet she had to see! When I sprung the little trap door Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin. Imagine my surprise when instead laughter and a playful swat, my usual family comedy result, Sarah shot me hurt look and burst into tears.
Bradley had sensed in advance the joke was too scary. Now I regretted not following his advice to forget pulling the prank. Bradley shot me a “Told you so” glare as he gave Sarah a warm hug until she calmed down. I felt like a heel. I wanted laughter but here were tears. We talked it out. Sarah Larsen forgave me. But it would take me a couple of days to forgive myself for unintentionally scaring her so much.
My prank had fully awakened Kokopelli energy and the rest of the trip was filled with funny moments.
Kokopelli’s topper happened on a ride back from the medicine wheel with Lee. No sooner had the other Sarah on this trip — Sarah Wellborn of Mt. Shasta ,Califironia, who it turns out is a fellow prankster — kidded me that we should rename DreamShield to Light Pranksters, than Lee’s truck hit a huge spike in the field! Pow! Flat tire! Ba-dum-dum!
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“Self-Sabotage is when we say we want something and then go about making sure it doesn’t happen.” – Alyce P. Cornyn-Selby
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
Having conducted 26 official DreamShield planetary meditations and countless personal ones aimed at ushering in the gentle 2012, I thought this DreamShield about curing earth of addiction was going to be easy at Lee McCormick’s amazing Spirit Recovery Ranch.
After all we’d done meditations to shield earth from asteroids, holding the tectonic plates together, erased the dreaded BermudaTriangle and on glorious angel work on. What is addiction compared to all that? Answer: A LOT.
Addiction to oil is killing our world, creating wars. Addiction to media and the cyber world is robbing us of our human connection. Addiction money rips parents from their children. Addiction to substance as Lee McCormick put it is the least of our many addiction problems here on earth.
This all got started when I awoke one morning with a vision November of 2010 of a black hole at the heart of all humanity, complete with a diagram on how to cure this addiction flaw to our DNA. And I saw that Lee’s 2000 acre cattle ranch that doubles as one of America’s leading recovery centers with a staff of over 80 was perfect in every way. After just one phone conference Lee accepted the challenge of this enormous vision to cure earth of addiction by 2012 with gusto and coolness.
Unfortunately, as the big addiction meditation approached… my father died. I was thrown for a cosmic loop and lost touch with the angels in my cloud of gloom and pain. You see, my dad was loving family man when sober but when he drank he turned him into a human wrecking ball for me and all around him. In talks at Dad’s funeral with my second youngest brother, Dad’s favorite, who took more of the brunt as of dad’s black hole than me, my brother said, “Addiction can never be cured, Ken. What your doing is nuts.”
Doubts began to fill me. I shrunk backwards on my spiritual growth. By the time I returned to LA from my Dad’s funeral and the Bermuda triangle meditation I was a spiritual basket case.
One day when my client and roomie Bradley Quick, who I had invited on the trip to Nashville, made an innocent, if fat-headed, remark about making up time away from his social media work for dad’s funeral I lashed out with a promise to vacate our working arrangements. I went so far as to leave the call to Lee if he wanted Bradley to join us after all. Lucky for me Lee is a pro with all the issues of not just addicts but their family members like me and he got things straight between Bradley and me with grace and respect.
How cool is Lee McCormick? Here we are with Lee arriving at his Spirit Recovery Ranch on 2/11/11. You’ll get it.
Fortunately also, Laura De Leon of Mystic Muse worked with me like I was a prize fighter, getting me back into spiritual shape for the big fight in Nashville. And thanks to her work I eventually saw that I was projecting my own fears and doubts about this vital mediation onto Bradley. Who is also an addiction pro when it comes to the kids of addicts like me and took my emotional roller coaster ride with gentle calm.
What finally got me ready for 2/12/11 was giving up on being strong about all this. Surrendering, as they say in AA, to a higher power. I was humbled before this mighty task. After apologizing to the angels and Bradley, I told him Lee and Sarah and another Sarah joining our meditation team, Sarah Wellborn of Mt Shasta fame, that I needed all their love and support, as well as Laura’s and all our team around the world, to get through what was going to be my most difficult, and very personal, meditation for DreamShield.
The night before the event Bradley spoke to a group of recovery at Lee’s amazing Spirit Recovery Ranch. I marveled as he touched their hearts.
How good was Bradley’s speech? In the Q&A a client asked him what was his proof that God exists. Bradley did not even miss a beat as he told the client about his proof in God, or higher power is the perfectness of what is, which you can see in this video where Lee and Bradley interact.
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“Look at every path closely and deliberately, then ask ourselves this crucial question: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then the path is good. If it doesn’t, it is of no use.” – Carlos Castandea
DreamBlogger Ken Sheetz, AKA “Eagliscious”
Only a little over a month ago I was at Mt. Shasta with a sweet Hollywood producing couple Cali and Chris Rosen to meet 10/10/10 sponsor Lee McCormick. Until Lee’s timely invite I’d only heard of Shasta as a soda pop. Now, here I was on December 19th tossing my stuff into Dr. Sarah Larsen’s minivan, on my way to American spiritual mecca Mt. Shasta to pop some power into the DreamShield.
Our planetary Mt. Shasta mission: Heal the ozone layer and start the battle to rescue humankind from cancer. A cancer that is at this very moment threatening to kill my father and a close family member of Sarah Larsen’s.
It is raining heavily as I hop into the van with Mica Monet, an amazing hypnotherapist and healer who can channel higher powers. I am happy as this gives our team the advantage of direct spiritual communications for this Mt. Shasta healing journey. As I take the wheel I am concerned that this Shasta trip does not coincide to the binary dates that have become the pattern of the events. Dr. Larsen, a palm reader and holistic doctor, had convinced me the trip was a must based on the coinciding of the lunar eclipse and winter solstice, but I am worried about driving in such horrible weather.
The psychic Mica Monet sits up front beside me. Mica is, like so many people I meet in this work, male and female alike, is as beautiful on the inside as the outside. Mica’s serene beauty takes my mind off the road and relaxes me a bit.
Earlier that day I opened the energy to power this mission to Mt. Shasta in the middle of a rain storm in NoHo park, rain that was flooding the coastal areas of California.
Mica meditated that the storms would clear and, sure enough, after we crossed the mountains of Simi valley the rain became less, and with the help of a new windshield wiper I purchased from a gas station along the way, we had clear road vision for the vision work ahead.
Mica plays navigator for this trip. As the road spins out before us I recall missions in deep space where I am captain of a planetary scale spaceship and she my navigator. Mica is planning to do a lot of inner child work and self love development in her practice in 2011. So she chose to warm our 4 person dream team up with a meditation on what we most loved about our self.
My dear father was drill sergeant in the Korean War. His lack a father from the age of 8 in his life meant my dad had learned all his nurturing skills from the U.S. Army. What a drill sergeant does to make a obedient solider is to tear them apart in boot camp, making my childhood 21 year-long boot camp. So I welcomed Mica’s exercise as she started off with, “I love my big beautiful brown eyes.”
“I love my nose,” softly offered the sweet and shy Mexican American Marta, a client of Dr. Larsen’s, from the back seat.
“I love how I love life,” said Dr. Larsen, grateful for Mica’s love meditation.
Now it was my turn and I was stumped. But everyone waited patiently. As a child my father told me I had “fat ugly lips” so I finally started with, “I love my full and sensuous lips.” Immediately I felt my spirit brighten and the inner child within me smile.
Sarah Larsen, giving up time to be with her family for the holidays to do this vital planetary healing work, chimed in, “I love the beautiful family I’ve created with Greg where we all live in bliss.”
On and on for the first hour of the 9 hour trip we spoke of what we each love about ourselves. And with each answer became funnier and funnier until we were all laughing hysterically.
My last self-love was for an amazing a scalp condition that causes my hair to fall out in clumps when stressed. The hair then grows back white. My head’s been doing this natural tattoo work for the past dozen years. In the past I’ve masked the calico of white patches with hair dye. But every summer I take a break from the hair dying and check what patterns emerge on my head.
7 years ago when I moved from Chicago I discovered a map of North and South America. I’ve lost the picture or I’d share it with you here. I had no idea what to make of that and showed it to my brother who will tell you, photo or no, I am not making any of this up.
So here I am 7 years later in a minivan with three angelic DreamShield planetary healers on a mission thankful for a scalp condition I found embarrassing for a dozen year saying, “I love the eagle shaped hair pattern on my head. People spend fortunes for tattoos and here I grew my own!”
The ladies had me turn on the minivan’s dome light to show them the eagle made of hair. Their giggles prompted me to add. “I’m eaglicious!”
The trip quickly passed with fun and work on self-love and self discovery. We did one of my favorite exercises from SoulDrama where you tell you childhood superhero and then have that hero speak about how they help you even today to achieve things and protect you. Mine is Superman, Sarah’s is Wonder Woman along with Marta and Mica. Mica rethought and made her hero the Bionic Woman.
Eventually Dr. Larsen’s dream team of super heroes got drowsy at the end of the 9 hour ride. Mica and Marta were sound asleep as we hit a blizzard about an hour out from Mt Shasta City. But I am from the midwest where snow driving is a normal thing. Now, after a stressful last hour filled, we arrive safe and sound in the winter wonderland of Mt. Shasta at 6 AM as the sky was just getting light.
After a breakfast at the Black Bear Cafe we set off to get into our rooms and join with the other amazing members of the dream team that have journeyed from as far off as Arkansas for this vital mission to heal the ozone layer and battle cancer.
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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
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.
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.
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.”
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”!
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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’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.