So much negativity, in our media, in our social media, in our politics these days. Things look so bleak many people are opting out of this reality, whether it be loosing themselves in video games, addiction to substance abuse, suicide and more.
But it’s really not as dark a time as it appears. It’s important to realize the number one advertiser on the news is pharma. And pharma wants us on their antidepressant drugs. Watch, or better read, only enough news to keep abreast. If you voted you’ve done you civic duty. It’s not required you stay totally up on Trump’s latest tweet.
There’s a better solution to watching our broken media. M E D I T A T I O N. Go within. The universe within is just as big as the universe without. Paradoxically going within and silencing your mind gives you access to gently influencing the reality without through the power of unconditional love and setting intentions in the quantum field meditation gives you access to.
The powers that be have no control over your say so in the universe. And your ticket is as simple as concentrating on your breathing and allowing yourself to disconnect from a world that feeds on fear.
In meditation you will radiate love. There’s really no option not to. Loving your enemies is not exclusive to any faith. It’s not easy. I’ve been working for two years to send love to Trump in meditation. Not just the words but real love. I feel close.
Trump is deeply annoying to begin with for me, a former real estate mogul disgusted by his brash style and lack of ethics. But the media uses him as way to divide us. Have we ever seen so much hate and fear spread about any single man in our lifetimes in the media. It’s such overkill. Why?
Simple. It sells and advertisers love it. Only by our tuning out the media and going within for clarity will we get the kind of inner media to nourish our souls. Only by forming our our opinions in the deep thought meditation affords can we be free.
Place them side by side and the philosophies of Mr. Rogers and President Trump are nothing less than the forces love versus hate.
Nice guys versus tough guys are heavy on my mind today because last night my love Elizabeth wanted, well more like demanded, we watch a documentary about the life and work of Mr. Fred Rogers, host of the beloved PBS show MISTER ROGERS NEIGHBORHOOD, now on Amazon.
I was reluctant to watch it because I am 50s kid. So Mr. Rogers’ PBS show was not part of my childhood. Digging deeper in my reluctance, I recalled a lot of rumors back in the Nixon years of Mr. Rogers being a Gay. Worse, a pedophile.
Finally, after some gentle scolding from Elizabeth for buying into the rumor mill, I watched WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR. The film erased decades of horrible Matrix programming. In the masterful film I simply saw a gentle family man with children and wife who dedicated himself to teaching kids that love and kindness is a powerful way to live.
The Sun-Times called it the feel good film of the year. But I’d call WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR one of the most important films my lifetime. Why? You see, my Dad was a blue collar welder who came to maturity as a US Army drill sergeant. Dad never understood the fact I could be an an artist and nice person and not be Gay, much like Fred Rogers.
I can’t help but wonder what he would have thought of Trump’s disrespect of a man far his moral superior, Senator John McCain, this past week.
As devoted Christian, Mr. Rodgers had to be rolling over in his grave this week as the ever self-serving Donald Trump, fearing impeachment, told a gathering evangelical leaders that there will be violence if the Democrats retake the House and Senate come November 2018. Violence? Only if he’s the one making it happen by continuing to demonize Democrats.
If Trump lasts in office until 2020, it’s going to be the three generations of the WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR students of love and kindness of Mister Rogers that sweep him from office.
Thanks for the 5 star Mister Rogers enlightenment Elizabeth. As always, you lift me higher.
As a film director there so much I learn in my sleep about just getting to the heart of a story with no preamble. In an amazing dream last night I found myself mid-inaugural address as the new president of the United States!
Relax, I have no intention of running for president. This was a healing dream. My soul looked past today’s anger-fest president in a totally dismissive fashion. It was fantastic to see the excitement and hope on the faces of the crowd as I spoke,
My fellow Americans, I have some big shoes to fill as your new leader. Those big shoes belong to none other of President Barrack Obama.
The job of rebuilding our relationships with fellow democracies and allies starts now. Today, as my first act as President, all tariffs are lifted.
At this very moment my transition team is preparing new legislation to convert all coal burning power to solar and to transition the auto industry fully to electric cars production by 2030.
The dream was so exciting it woke me. But as lucid dreamer I closed my eyes and reentered the dream and used it to set intentions in the conscious field to reunify Americans divided by rampant racism, a sea of lies and to make reparations to the Native Americans.
Analyzing this dream I see it’s the work of my spirit guide Abraham Lincoln, not to lose faith in my values so badly under attack by Trump. Nice work, Abe.
May this powerful dream of renewed hope and change aid the healing of America. Aho!
Since 2011 I’ve been gifted with amazing ET code downloads every few months. Densely packed with trillions of bits of data, the code begins small and grows into an incredible display of alien symbols. I view it, not with my third eye, but an as fluidic overlay of thousands of shifting symbols and shapes seen my good old regular blue eyes. The code comes in as black characters on a white field, tinged with dashes of color.
Wild as it sounds, I’ve been told by my ET spirit guide Ohom that my openminded attitude to ET support for our precious world serves as a deep space inter-dimensional receiver of these alien codes, all benevolent, and I re-transmit them to our world in meditation into the collective consciousness.
At first these massive downloads were scary. Now, I relish them as gifts of highly advanced wisdom from the stars, given to help humanity.
Smack in the middle of breakfast this morning today with my love Elizabeth, on the day before celebrating our 1776 Declaration of Independence, a massive ET vision broke through to interrupt our sweet chat over cereal. Elizabeth is amazingly supportive of these galactic moments. So blessed to be with her as my soulmate.
The ET code came in strong and clear today, mixed with images of historic American figures. Elizabeth asked me for their names and I told her I was seeing John Adams, Benjamin Franklin and John Henry.
Elizabeth then asked me what this new and very American download means. I read my gut said “We are being given new tools from the ETs in these codes to free us from our slavery of our old ways.”
Here are three videos I’ve used to confirm my gut reaction the common thread to all these famous US figures’ stories appearing interwoven with the code.
First video: John Adams, one of the founding fathers, pushed for our independence when many of the others patriots were faltering on the break from British rule.
He served as our first vice president and second president.
John was deeply in love with his incredible wife Abigail. This is my first spiritual contact with the real Adams family. In them both I see the power I derive from this video on John’s amazing life the importance of having a good partner like Elizabeth.
Seems obvious we need a good partner to succeed in life, but so many with healing skills are attracted to mates that have issues needing healing. Nothing wrong with that. But it lowers the number of people one can heal if preoccupied by a hurting and hurtful mate.
Second video: Inventor/politician and super-achiever Benjamin Franklin is one of my favorite spirit guides. Nearly 20 years before my awakening I’d unconsciously name my first skyscraper One North Franklin in Ben’s honor and use his photo from our $100 bill adorned my construction barricade.
Franklin invented many things, most famously the lightning rod. This invention freed the world of the terrors of one of nature’s most destructive forces years. Freedom. Later in life he’d help pen the greatest document for freedom the world had yet to know.
In his wife Deborah, Franklin was also blessed with a strong and loving mate.
Last: John Henry, whose potent energy I saw today in this vision, is a mythical character. A freed slave John Henry could drive a rail spike in with a single blow and he won a man versus machine race. John Henry represents earning of freedom with legendary hard work in today’s download vision.
THE COMMON THREAD
Looking at all three figures, the common thread is freedom. And so the myriad of ET symbols accompanying are all downloads are about freeing ourselves from the old through hard work and living in love with a strong mate or community of like minded souls. I send them out into the field of the collective consciousness as tools for accelerate the evolution of this reality.
Seeking further guidance about today’s political turmoil on this fourth of July eve and Benjamin Franklin, who I am blessed to able, channel, Ben offers:
“This July 4th 2018, let us remember we are all immigrants in America; even it’s first natives, living here on what they called turtle island. America is indeed a sacred land. One that almost magically allows any man or woman, who through good work attract to themselves good fortune, to raise themselves up.
While America’s current president is in great disharmony with America’s spirit of openness, it is important to realize he is primarily a mechanism the people have selected, however non-orthodox, to prune back our overextended branches of government.
As annoying as this man who would be America’s first king can be, much like fingernails on a chalkboard to many, America must reach past his boorish ways for the light. We do this by focusing on the fact that President #45 serves a higher cause, even if he’s quite humorously doing so unwittingly the vast majority of the time.
Once his work is done, this strangest of presidents’ popularity will wane and fade in time. He will then serve as a historic example that no amount of money can buy respect, loyalty or love.
Do not be swept up in ongoing efforts to impeach him. Leave that challenge to his peers and betters. Rather look for the silver lining in all he does inadvertently to affect change. Keep your vibration at its highest level for the maximum effect positive change in earth’s energy field.
When November at last comes, get out to vote the politicians you feel worthy of your support. Never give into fear and despair propagated by the 24/7 media, right or left.
And if all else fails and this version of the American dream no longer serves the land or its people, do what we forefathers did against Britain: reorganize, re-visualize and revolt!”
Enjoy this powerful ET download. Happy fourth of July from Ken, Elizabeth, Ohom and Ben!
There’s a lot of darkness in the world these days. We can’t seem to catch a break from Trump’s scandals and horrors. So good dreams are most welcome, and I want to share a big one to shine some love and light that came my way like a bolt out of the blue yesterday.
In my dream I see a distant giant domed structure much like the one in DC but this one is topped with a slender shaft of light that pokes from the mists against a gorgeous sky. Fascinated, I will myself to fly to the dome. I land beneath the magical dome. The color palate of the amazing building is pure whites and pale golds.
My love Elizabeth is at my side dressed as a Greek warrior goddess. We are accompanied by our little rescue dog Lincoln, who at my request transforms into a white dragon. He and Elizabeth stand guard for our visit to this power place as I do my meditation.
I reach my hand up toward the gold encrusted dome ceiling. I gently will the shaft of light to me. It gracefully descends to become a staff that’s pointed at both ends, almost like a spear. I take hold of the staff, feeling a thrill of freshness and light.
Our mission accomplished Lincoln returns to his Chihuahua form and we all vanish before we are noticed.
I sit up in my Sedona bed, still in a light trance. I thrill to the feel the 6 foot long staff made of pure white energy. It pulses with vitality in my grip. I realize it’s made of solid energy, as real as the desk I am writing this blog from in the wee hours of Sedona.
Then I hear a sweet but powerful familiar female ET voice I’ve not heard since she gave me the mission for the Antarctica meditations of 2012! Madame Chairwoman of the Galactic Council’s voice echoes in my mind, “Commander Sheetz, it’s good to finally reach you! There is much corruption on your world seeking to halt the shift. Use this staff — named for a sister planet Hipacrin, which survived the same madness that now grips your blue world — as a tool. A gift from the Galactic Council to help bring forth the new era.”
I offer thanks, but the ruler of Galactic Council almost sheepishly adds. “However, to wield this staff — made of pure energy from your North Pole — in planetary meditations, you will need to give up the eating of meat.”
I worry because I’ve tried to be vegetarian three years ago and failed, but I nod my agreement to try to give up eating meat once again.
“Farewell for now then, Commander Sheetz. And remember no meat or the staff of Hipacrin will cease to exist.”
Elizabeth sees me sitting on the edge of the bed and I tell her about this first DreamShield vision in over a year. Our little dog wakes too and now our mission trio is happily reunited in the 3D world. While we cuddle play with Lincoln, still afraid of me in real life, I tell Elizabeth of how I must give up meat to use the staff. She pulls me into a loving kiss. A real-life goddess, Elizabeth has been wanting us to go vegetarian almost from she came to join me in Sedona two years ago. So this is a happy morning.
Thus far I’ve gone my first 36 hours without meat quite easily. And I’ve already done several powerful planetary meditations with the new white staff of Hipacrin. I am seeing visions of it shattering holds of the dark energy on the shift already. A better day is coming!
If you follow the blog you know, the ETs have been telling me for years that we humans will never evolve to our highest selves if we kill and eat out fellow earth creatures. I hope you’ll join me in at least trying to give up meat. We need to change something in the equation. A lot of us quietly giving up meat cannot be controlled by the dark status quo.
Yes, abstaining from meat is the white staff of power we can all take up and reduce pollution of world both physically and spiritually. But however it turns out for any us seeking to kick our meat addiction, no regrets!
It is 1960, Bay View Wisconsin. Our fuzzy miniature grey Poodle named Lacy, licks 8-year-old me, giving me love like a crazy. Lacy already has some tumors. She dies sadly, years later, taking on the cancer of our family. A poodle Jesus. But for now I am basking in her very lively lick kisses. I can’t contain my little boy giggles and shout, “Lacy loves me!”
A dear relative, who will remain anonymous, one that never likes seeing me happy, like happiness is something to fear, says clucking their tongue disapprovingly, “Ken, Ken, Ken. You think that dog licking is love?”
“Um, yeah,” I say already dreading the meanness that I know is coming.
My dear relative grins, like they are addressing the village idiot, and looms near my little face, their breath wreaking of cigarette smoke, and says dryly, “Wrong, Kenny boy. Dogs just lick people for the salt on their skin.”
“Feels like love to me!” I say, tears welling. Lacy feels the tension growing in me and tries to lick away my pain.
My dear relative smells my pain and laughs crazily as they deliver their words like a death blow, “Love? From a poodle? Ha! Animals don’t have souls, so they don’t love, except salt. Dogs love salt! Ha ha ha!”
Eight-year-old me has no words. The dear relative sickly relishes the shock on my little boy face. I begin to shake with sorrow and rage at what’s been stolen from me, the love of every animal on planet earth. A word knife is lodged deep in my heart. I shove Lacy off my lap and run bawling to my room to the taunting laughter of the dear relative.
Well, it’s 2014 now. I am a lot wiser. I call bullshit, dear relative. I feel sorry you could not feel love and found it needed to shut my heart like yours. For decades you succeeded. Today I am grown now, awakened and grown wise in the power of love.
So in today’s meditation I send you, dear relative, loving Lacy doggie licks. Lick, lick, lick. Back across time and space, straight to your frozen heart. I see the licking love of our tormented brave family dog Lacy upon your heart. She is a brave furry little hero who your inner guardians are helpless against as she scoots between their legs, effortlessly dodging swords.
You are stunned, dear relative. Penetrated to your frozen core as Lacy runs about your ice caked heart. The poodle darts so fast her grey fur ignites with the flame of love. Barking and licking, she flies so fast she is a streak of fiery love. Crack! The ice about your heart is helpless as the polar ice caps today’s neglect of humanity is wreaking our world. Your heart thaws rapidly. Spring dawns in your wintery soul.
Your hateful side is stranded on a iceberg in an azure ocean. You are a red polar bear trapped by Lacy’s love. The iceberg becomes too small and you fall, roaring the last of your hatred as a new inner ocean of Lacy’s bliss and love drowns the last of your bitterness.
Tugged to safely to shore by the impossibly strong tiny soggy poodle, dear relative, you stagger to your feet on the beach of love, new color in your face. Lacy, job happily done, barks good-bye and zooms back into to her tortured 1960 body and returns to licking the eight-year-old me and you say in wonder…
“I am so sorry, Kenneth. Forgive me. Yes, doggies love salt on our skin, but I see now – oh how I see – that’s their reward for giving love so freely and selflessly!”
You run to join us on the couch, kissing me with love as Lacy licks us both.
Today my 86-year-old mother sets off on a road trip from her condo in Vegas to try to right the ship of my brother’s wrecked life in Florida. She’s passing through Sedona about noon today and we’ll have lunch unless my stepfather, also 86, gets on his epic only stopping for restroom breaks binge he falls prey to. I hope not. I’d love to hug mom as thanks for her courage in traveling the 6,000 mile round trip.
Followers of my blog and Facebook page know that my brother fell off a 27 year recovery wagon in his retirement journey to Florida. He wasted his 13 day forced recovery when he almost died last fall of bleeding ulcers and went through two near deaths experiences blogged of here.
Fred’s epic fall from sobriety is all too common these days. Sadly, even only 10% of AA members stay sober and clean. And that modest 10% makes them #1 on the planet as the best for a sustained recovery after detox. Without an AA support group the chance of a relapse is almost 100%. I had studied all this trying to get my brother into recovery when we almost lost him in the fall. His ego would not permit this help. Ego really is like an elephant that likes to sit on your house.
I believe, but have no proof, Fred quickly fell into the drug culture that plagues Florida. All of us in the family that have leaned on Fred as a rock during his 27 year sobriety were shocked how fast my brother fell from grace. Over only a 90 day period he went from the proud owner of a new home and puppy to be arrested 3 times, one of those times supposedly for animal abuse of his new puppy.
Though she’s making mistakes enabling my brother, I’ve been amazed at the depth my mother’s love in trying to rescue my brother from himself. I’ve tried to tell her unless he gets into recovery he’ll end up right back in jail again. Mom does have a financial stake in my brother’s mess he’s made of his life as she co-signed on the mortgage that got him the house of his dreams. My brother has consented from jail to have the house sold. There are limits to what mom will do to help Fred. She’s refused to let him lein the house to bond his freedom. A wise thing as my brother was arrested fleeing a warrant for his arrest in his dark awakening you can read more about on the blog. I plan to record this whole chain of events as a cautionary tale to people drinking and drugging too much, and falling prey to today’s overzealous legal system. Sick people like Fred need treatment not prison.
Mom comes from a generation unfamiliar with the dangers of drugs like crystal meth and crack cocaine and how they can transform a person into a criminal, make them lie and cheat and steal for the drugs of choice. I’ve been doing my best to educate my mother and explaining why enabling can make things worse in the end for an addict. The mortgage she co-signed compels her to take action. Age 86 is not the time to lose your nest egg to a son who fell so low as to be negligent of his duties to care for a house Mom helped him get.
Before I broke off all conversation with my kid brother, he was relishing in a childhood memory of a nasty prank he pulled of disconnecting the transmission on mom’s car. It totaled her silver blue T-bird and could have killed her. I was furious that for all these years my brother had gotten away with pinning this evil prank on our drunken father. Fred got mad at me for placing the blame where it belonged.
I am blessed to have never drank and drugged, aside from some college experiments and the famed 3 martini lunches of the 80s business world. Addiction has never had a grip on me. Seeing what my mother must do makes me ever more grateful that I am an addiction fighter. See my blog about a meditation to end addiction in the world in Nashville in 2011 for more on this.
Someone asked me recently, “Aren’t you worried about sharing such personal stories about your brother’s problems?”
I answered, “Sadly he’s way out there in the public eye.” My brother has even made the local Florida TV news and is featured for his supposed puppy abuse on a national website. Fred’s gaunt face in mug shots looks drug induced to my sharp eye serving an addiction radio show as their media adviser. One day if he wants to be in my life again he is going to have to prove he’s not been on drugs or admit and ask forgiveness for putting the family through his hell.
A powerful Sedona psychic says if Fred gets into recovery his life ahead is especially positive. Recovery treatment, even if this all just alcohol related, is mandatory in Fred’s possible reentry to my life. After all I said he would be cut off from me to give him incentive to stay clean and sober not to truly give up on him.
My mother said, “Kenneth, aren’t you afraid of making Fred not sending him money in jail? What if he shows up at your place in Sedona? He knows where you live.”
“Mom, if I was not afraid of my abusive father why would I be afraid of a brother who has turned abusive.? If he shows up on my doorstep without recovery plan that’s been in effect a year he’s in for a visit to the Sedona police and the AZ police are even tougher than Florida cops,” I said with a calm that surprised me.
Fear fighting is one of the primary mission of DreamShield. I won’t live in fear of governments, corporations and certainly not messed up brothers. I told mom, “I could die crossing the street if it’s my time to go. If I die at the hands of drug addled brother I surrender to that. I do not live in fear of anyone or anything and I suggest mom you do the same.”
Addiction is at the heart of much of the world’s issues. And as a society we are addicted to war, oil, meat consumption and more. I am proud of Mom and send her a DreamShield ET escort to watch over her for a safe return to Las Vegas, a place she retired to for her love of Keno. Keno is her pet addiction. One that’s well under control. Mom plays with nickels. Now, she plays in the biggest gamble of her life, saving her son’s life savings and freeing herself from his mortgage.
Update: Yay! Happy to have connected to mom and wish her well on the journey. My stepfather Nick is like an open book. He’s not happy about the trip and all the driving ahead.
Mom held my hand as I walked her to the car after treating her and Nick to lunch and said, “I know we met up on this trip to Florida with you for reason, Kenneth.”
I smiled. Squeezed her hand and said, “Maybe it was for me to lend you my luck. Stay focused. Get yourself off Fred’s mortgage. Use the police if any of druggy friends show up to cause trouble. Fred’s the one in jail. Not you. The law is on your side and you have a right to clean up this mess.” And I then gave her a big kiss on the cheek for luck and I led them back to the freeway and off to Florida.