Meditation as a Way to Triumph Over Fear

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. 

Aho.

Two sides of the same coin.

Meet OHOM, Architect of the Dreamshield

What my ET spirit guide OHOM might look like.

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When I first saw OHOM (which stands for Open Heart Open Mind) in 2010 after a healing session that took place in a yoga ashram in Italy, he laid on the empty mat beside me. In shock I touched the fabric of his gown. It was of an otherworldly texture, like fine diamonds encrusted.

Soon I was swept from the yoga into a vision joining OHOM and two of his ET companions, high above the earth. We each flew in opposite directions building a two pair of Tesla wave energy bands. One pair ran east west and the other north south. The energy was so intense I saw the walls of the yoga hall explode and to be sucked into space.

Afterwards I’d shakily interview the others in our healers workshop group. No one but me had seen OHOM and his two ET associates who joined our healing group together.

Just as I was calming down from this epic vision and settling into a hotel Ohom spoke to me for the first time. He put my fears to rest that I was losing my mind using the space between his words as he instructed me:

OHOM: On 10/10/10, 11/11/11 and 12/12/12 I would like you to host a series of meditation events across the world to strengthen the energy bands we built today into the DreamShield.

ME: But I barely know how to meditate. How can I host a meditation event?

OHOM: You’ve been getting ready your whole life. Just invite the people and it will happen.

It did happen.  I hosted a live meditation event on 10/10/10 with Dr. Sarah Larsen and joined with web events we linked to in Nashville, Greece and LA.

And I’d go onto to host events on 11/11/11 in LA and travel to Antarctica on 12/12/12 to host the CoolestMeditationEver, which became a feature documentary that is still touring the world. Please watch the film on Vimeo and support our ongoing planetary meditations.

How to Do a Trump Cleanse

It was not as easy as thought it would be, but I have succeeded in my goal for one week of abstaining from Trump news.

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Photo by Ken Sheetz at Monument Valley

Good news, the fate of the world has not changed during my week of freedom from reading Trump news or watching Trump related media.

Even more interesting, because Trump is so omnipresent in the fixated media’s headlines and in my friends social media postings, I did not miss any important Trump news by ignoring the master agitator.

Most interesting of all, a lot of my accidental addiction to the endless cycle of anger filled Trump news has been released. I cried for half an hour today, day 7 of my #TrumpCleanse, and I do not cry as a habit very much.

I cried for the pain in both political camps, conservative and liberal. Both trapped in a cycle of mutual hatred.

I cried for my hero Tom Hanks getting smeared with the phony pedophile brush used by the extreme right to attack those who disagree with Trump.

I cried for the victims of school shootings getting accused by the extreme right of being actors.

I cried for lost friends from both ends of the political spectrum as I continue to hold the center, at least as I see it, between the true left and true right.

I cried for the left brain oriented people who love the world of illusion versus reality. The left side of the brain is numbers and analysis. So my theory, gained in the free time dropping Trump news gave me to meditate, is that left brained people are so starved for the fanciful they are prone to political brainwashing.

I cried for the rising Q movement that plays into a left-brained fever dream that Trump is some kind of genius secretly working with Mueller to draw out darkness Trump alone can solve in America’s soul. Now that’s one “sad” delusion.

I cried for great comedians of today who are raking up Trump schtick everyday.

I cried for our free press under constant attack by Trump and his followers.

I cried for a GOP in tatters and for the lost Dems, who serve the same corporate masters, who have yet to offer any real change I can discern.

I cried about the endless Russia investigation and the web of lies surrounding it on both sides.

I cried for the families of World War Two soldiers who died fighting the Nazi’s only to see Nazi-like racism rise on our own shores.

I cried for our allies who’ve been so badly mistreated by Trump.

I cried for all the people who serve and lie for Trump at the peril of the reputations and souls.

I cried for the constant devise bombardment of Russian trolls and their unchecked hacking of our democracy.

I cried for a lot more things wrong in our lives right now that have nothing to do with Trump, who serves as diversion while fat cats mess with our lives.

But most of all I cried at last for the loss of my brother Fred 8 months ago. Fred and I used to discuss politics for hours on end. I realize I’ve been using Trump news to avoid thinking of Fred.

My kid brother Fred was one of the smartest most insightful people I’ve ever known. Sadly, Fred was a perfectionist who fell into depression about our imperfect world. He escaped his pain through drugs and alcohol. And at only 62 Fred escaped this world for good, ending his life in a nursing home alone and estranged from me and our whole family.

Farewell, dear brother. I hope you’ll help us through these Trumpy times from the other side.

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Fred (left) with me and mom

I am happy to report that after abstaining from Trump news for a full week I truly feel like a new man.  That’s a lot of emotional gain from simply tuning out the most famous man in the world.

Don’t believe me when I say Trump is the most famous person in the world? Well, a company called mediaQuant, which measures the value of free media exposure if it had to be bought, estimated in the month of January of 2017 that Trump got more media attention than the other top 1,000 celebrities in the world combined.  No wonder Trump’s so hard to ignore.

So feel no shame if you too are a Trump news junkie. Liberal or conservative, please consider giving yourself a Trump anger toxin free week. You will still know what’s happening without reading the slanted stories and video I assure you.

Again, tears are an emotional detox. So after a week, or longer if needed, of freedom from Trump’s circus be sure to have a box tissues ready because Trump’s angry America is a real tearjerker.

Please share this idea of doing a #Trumpcleanse. 

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On the Road with Donald Trump

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One of our meditation tools for transmuting fear to love during the volatile the Trump presidency, along for the ride at Monument Valley.

My partner in love and life Elizabeth England and I have been on the road the majority of our lives since May. We’re touring our film THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12 (CME), already online at DoPenguinsMeditate.com and available as a DVD on Amazon.

We call the tour ‘Movie and a Meditation.’ We are the first filmmakers, as far as we know, to combine a movie with a live guided meditation. We must be doing something right because I am pleased to see we already have some copy cats starting to do it also. Movies have always been a meditation for me–a place where I can let go of current reality and imagine being the hero of a film.  So cool to be the hero of this film and share how Antarctica brought my love Elizabeth into my life.

After a very typical Q&A about this very untypical film (about meditations guided by highly evolved thought-traveling ET energies who sent me to Antarctica in 2012 amidst the hype of the end of the Mayan calendar), Elizabeth, a talented Kirtan performer, yogini and meditation expert in her own right, leads a live planetary healing meditation.

So far we’ve brought our ‘Movie and a Meditation’ events to:

Sedona, AZ

Las Vegas, NV

The OC, CA

Desert Hot Springs, CA

Santa Fe, NM

Boulder, CO

We met amazing people on the journey like famed sonic healers and authors Jonathan and Andi Goldman, who co-hosted our Boulder Colorado premier on August 1st. We were blessed to have the Et toning team of Anara Whitebear and Chris Katsaropoulos, our Durango pals, on board to open the energies of the night.

The hit Boulder premiere was held at the prestigious Etown theater. We opened with a Kombucha and cheese reception that Elizabeth, who worked for Martha Stuart for 3 years, pulled off to perfection.

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Left to right Jonathan Goldman, Andi Goldman, Ken Sheetz, Elizabeth England, Anra Whitebear, Chris Katsaropoulos

On the road same time as our sweet little movie and meditation event, strangely running for a 2020 reelection none of us want to think about yet, was Donald John Trump. To stay in the media spotlight his ego demands, Trump is going further and further into using fear and anger. And so we found ourselves doing meditations to counter fears of nuclear war with North Korea Trump fomented on Twitter and the hate he rankled into the consciousness with his “many sides” stance on Charlottesville.

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Elizabeth and I, now plus our nervous rescue dog Lincoln, who does not tolerate pet sitters well, traveled along with us in our 2011 Jeep Wrangler. We just cracked 108,000 miles on the odometer thanks to the 10,000 miles we’ve put on the dependable Jeep since May showing our film.

Our crowds, compared to Trump’s, are tiny, maxing out at 100+ . Raising consciousness in this time of dumbing down is not easy. It’s always better to light a candle than curse the darkness.

Speaking of darkness, at the ill-advised Phoenix rally last night, day one post-eclipse and drawing big crowds from the right and left, Trump was consumed by defending his racist rollercoaster ride of reactions to the Charlottesville tragedy. The enemy in all this?  Not the Nazis, the press, according to Trump.  Well, as a man I voted for, Ronald Reagan once said in debate, “There he goes again.”  And there I went again with 24 hours of meditations to set intention for the Phoenix event to pass without the loss of another life.

And it happened. Some skirmishes but no deaths in the face of president ignoring the wishes of mayor concerned for his city with a 40% Hispanic population. I am proud to say I feel we helped. Meditation has been proven scientifically to reduce crime and violence in major studies.

Our movie and meditation and web work, we are proud to say, is all about love and the belief that all of us make a difference in the field of consciousness.  How ironic that a film about the possibility, however ‘far out’ as we acknowledge in the film, of an ET-thought-traveler who is helped humanity by guiding our meditations in Antarctica and beyond,  is more real and sincere than our current president’s script.

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On Tour with THE COOLEST MEDIATION EVER: 12.12.12 Antarctica

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When I finally finished the editing on THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12 in late 2016 I thought the movie, Running Time 64 minutes, was going to only look good on the internet.

That all changed for the coolest when we sold out the Sedona Film Festival’s Mary Fisher theater, with 20 people turned away at the door! And the FILM LOOKED AMAZING on the big screen and our audience loved doing a live planetary meditation after, well, I knew we were onto something bigger than Vimeo and Amazon, where the movie can be viewed or bought.

And so we had invented a new movie going experience we like to call a MOVIE AND A MEDITATION, with our Antarctica film being the first of many such nights you can expect from us. As you can see here when the lights came up, people were treated to a Q&A and shared consciousness to send healing love to my mermaid Elizabeth’s first love, the oceans.

From 2010 to 2012 I did many live events with crowds of 100 plus in Los Angeles.  12.12.16, exactly 4 years from my stepping foot on the giant continent of Antarctica, here I was doing a Movie and a Meditation in my new home Sedona with the love of my life and surrounded my some of Sedona’s and LA’s best healers.  The applause was like water in the desert of our 6 years in total filmmaking journey.

Sold Out Screening

Buoyed by the Sedona success, after a few months of getting happily sidetracked with work on an exciting new screenplay about the incredible life of scientist, author and inventor Patrick Flanagan, and following a detour to cover the Heyoka president we are all being entertained and stretched by for now, my partner in love and life, Elizabeth and I began touring the film through May to across the Southwest.  Here’s some highlights!

BEFORE HITTING THE ROAD…

We landed a superb pet sitter for our 1 year-old rescue dog Lincoln. That done we set out in our Jeep, loaded with DVDs and cool perks which funded this entire trip and all our computer gear to be able to service our clients while on the move.  First stop…

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The Enchanted Forest Reiki Center in Las Vegas generated a small turnout, but the mini-crowd loved the film. Best of all the film’s humor brought a laugh to woman who was recovering from the recent loss of a dear husband. Quite the come down in scale from the sold-out Sedona film fest, but we’d learn on the road in Santa Fe that the amazing Amma’s first events were small as well.

Next it was onto the OC for a screening at The Temple of Light.

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Unfortunately, I suffered food poisoning I picked up in Vegas taking my grieving 88-year-old mom to a fine Mexican restaurant.  It was long drive to LA, sparing you the gory details.  But I was too busy worrying for my mother, broken-hearted about her husband and great stepfather of 30 years and lost in coma after stroke, to feel sorry for myself.  I was relieved to hear my baby brother was coming into Vegas to care for mom soon.  I had spent 3 weeks caring for my it was his turn to be on watch.  We’d been tag teaming since the early part of 2017.

Unfortunately, as a result of my being sick and checking on mom daily Elizabeth and I were unable to market much for the OC.  We’d hope I LA fan base would make the 90 minute trek but not many did.  Still, amazing people showed up like Bahkti star Larisa Stowe.

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Donna who we toured Egypt with last year and Deanna Cook, who hosted us for a few days and we in turn hosted in Sedona.  We looked on the intimate size as chance to keep perfecting our Movie and a Meditation format.

I discovered on the trip that I have developed terrible cat allergies because the people we were staying with had not one but two cats.  Despite a sneezing attack mi screening, the event was magical.  The Antarctica movie gets people relaxed and ready for the planetary meditation that follows.

Next up the EarthShift conference in Desert Hot Springs.  The poster makers for the event could not fit the information about our event within the evnt, so we made our own poster.

Movie and a Meditation Earth Shift

At first I was taken aback seeing we’d be screening in the middle of a noisy vendor bazar that surround the theater seating area but the tech running the show did a great job of quieting the crowd.

Big applause from a gathering for our Saturday matinee.  A great Q&A. We were honored to have the event creator himself Julian Forest accompany Elizabeth for the guided meditation.

After our matinee, Elizabeth found us a great spa that turned out to be a huge health boost for my ongoing battle with black mold poisoning I suffered in 2013/2014.  And we stayed at the home of the amazing Joan of Angels, surrounded day and night by her prolific visionary ET inspired angel art.

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Next, it was back to base in Sedona. Our rescue dog Lincoln greeted us with such joy on our homecoming. The little fella had proved quite a handful for our talented and loving pet sitter. Lincoln had the best in care while we were on the tour, including two pet shrinks our sitter brought aboard in our absence. We saw great progress in his journey relaxing into his happy new life. But our little rescue dog was so sad our pet sitter told us while we were away that it was clear to us Lincoln would be happier coming with us on the next city, Santa Fe.

Since 2011 Elizabeth has spent her birthday at the amazing Amma’s event.  So with Santa Fe the screening marketing work was integrated with attending the Amma event. We rented a beautiful casita new where the film was screening. Lincoln loved staying there and near us while we attended the Amma events in short bursts.

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Sadly I learned, while we waited for our Amma hugs, on June 13th that my stepfather, great guy who took such sweet care of my mom for 30 years, had passed in Vegas. After nearly 3 months in a coma, the Navy vet had given up the battle. Fortunately, my brother was already in Vegas caring for our mom.  The poor thing had exhausted herself  and broken her hip while we were on the road. And for the few days while she was down, Nick got lost in our insane hospital system.  I tracked him down by calling all the major hospitals.

My brother really came to the rescue while Elizabeth and I were stuck on the road. My mom has accepted my brother’s invite, over our invite to come to Sedona, preferring to return to her native home state of Wisconsin.  She’s doing great and not following her husband as often happens.  People in my family live to over 100 and I think she’s going to be another.

Grieving, caring for my own and family illness while promoting was not easy on me. Luckily Elizabeth was all over it. We were looking forward to filling the 150 seat theater we rented in Santa Fe for after the Amma event.

Poster Santa Fe DONEBut we made a miscalculation in selecting the Screen.  Santa Fe is small by LA standards, and to we former Los Angelinos driving ten minutes to the theater from the downtown seemed no biggie.  We were wrong.  Net result a small turnout again.

People spaced themselves out in the 150 seats and so the audience energy was dispersed with few laughs or giggles of delight we are used to getting them.  Two people even walked out mid-film.  Yikes. But the core audience who stayed after were amazing.  The of them Sidhi yogas like Elizabeth.

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Coolest Yogini Ever: Elizabeth England

On the plus side, and the theme of this trip, it became an intimate gathering where we could hug every movie attendee Amma style.  Once again a quality not quantity crowd. Here’s a snap of  the 40 foot screen the movie was shown on. Again blown away by how good the movie looks and sounds on the big screen.

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The lesson in all this?  We learned tours are hard work to manage and market if they are spaced to close together.  Especially harder on the road with everything else that’s going on with our lives.  So we’ll promote Boulder heavily for a month from our Sedona base where we and Lincoln have happily retuned,

Next up for the MOVIE AND A MEDIATION tour: Boulder Colorado August 1st. A 200 seat theater. Can we sell it out like Sedona?  You bet!  Our confidence is bolstered by the fact we have added two exciting guest co-hosts, famed sonic healing artists Jonathan Goldman and Andi Goldman.

Tickets and info at CoolestMeditationEver.com and on the page at facebook.com/coolestmeditationever

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THE TRUMP ADMINISTRATION: TOUGH TO LOVE

On just his second day in office, before our two person meditation team even left Washington DC, Trump signed an executive order resuming work on both the Keystone and Dakota Access oil pipelines. He did so without so much as a mention of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe at a North Dakota site whose lands and waters may become forever poisoned by this decision.

As backers of the water protectors, we at CoolestMeditationEver.com are outraged Trump began his presidency in such a disrespectful fashion. Despite all our good wishes for his becoming a successful president in attending his inauguration, our meditation team was thrown for a loop by his support of the oil industry over treaty law.

We sought cosmic guidance in many meditations upon our return to our base in Sedona Arizona. Still, our spirit guidance remained clear — transmute fear centering around Trump, a thin-skinned man with his finger on the nuclear trigger, to love. We were reminded daily by spirit, during Trump Twitter fits and his Muslim ban, that this transmutation is ALL we are to do through Trump’s first 100 days, daily, and then intermittently for his entire presidency.

No matter how distasteful and scary we sometimes find the meditation work to offset this man’s potent energy, even when he seems at times unhinged, we must and will carry on. Your support with both your donations and in spirit joining in the intention to shift fear to love is so appreciated and far more important than you can know.

It’s been explained to us by our spirit guides that the USA as the #1 consumer and polluting nation–an invisible empire fueled by corporate greed, lust for oil and war–must be shifted to the light if humanity is to survive.

We must surrender to the fact that, for however how long he lasts in office, the universe selected Donald J Trump to be exactly where he is currently — stirring the pot.  Indeed, in the face of so many bizarre lies from the Trump administration, including a flat out effort to curtail if not eradicate the free press–a valuable freedom ever with all it’s faults–we are seeing a renaissance of protesting and activism. For in every action there is an equal an opposite reaction.

However unpleasant and painful Trump’s time in office is to we who love mother earth and all her creatures great and small on this precious blue world, we must hold the space that LOVE TRUMPS HATE.

Deep thanks to all who have been contributing to our Indiegogo that has paid for the trip to DC and our initial filming. Our next phase of the work is to interview conscious leaders about how to cope with the fear field Trump engenders and to meditate for solutions.

Please contribute yourself if you like what we are doing to bring hope to a hopeless seeming situation at LOVE TRUMPS HATE. 3 days left of the campaign as of this posting!

 

 

Dreaming up Answers

Busy dream space last night. One amazing dream after another.  In one dream cycle, I saw a bowl valley in Antarctica avalanche until the snow formed a satellite dish of ice. Then, somehow I knew – don’t ask me how – to broadcast the earth energy into the auric field about the planet. This field has many names, including what I call the DreamShield. Lucid dreaming onward, I opened two other white portals of energy; one in the Himalayas of Tibet and the other deep within the Rockies of Alaska.

Exhausting as this dream work sounds, it energizes me. So much so it can be hard for me to fall back to sleep. After a trip to the toilet I found myself perched on my side of the bed drinking water in preparation for another round of dreams. Sedona Arizona is a desert oasis, but a desert nonetheless. As I drank the pure water that bubbles up into my sweet little rental house from the Oak Creek aquifer, I could feel every dehydrated cell of my body being refreshed.

Then it hit me. What if my legs decided to hog all the water I was drinking? No replenishment except to my greedy legs. Well, I’d die wouldn’t I? Sounds crazy doesn’t it? But everyday we, the human species, each a cell of a Oneness consciousness, are selfishly hoarding of water from the other cells of our spirit body as the people. This is the basis of poverty and war in a world that should be heaven but is hell. So the end to poverty and war is simply sharing. And having solved war and poverty, just kidding but I am on the right track, it was time to go back to sleep.

I am blessed to have a wonderful old/new love in my life. Her name is Elizabeth England and she never minds my night work as she is doing the same dream work. We talked briefly, then made love. I know it will always be this way between Elizabeth and me.  We are giving freely of our waters of life to each other now that we have found each other again. What a lovely way to expand consciousness as we recall many past lives together, dreaming up answers.

Here Elizabeth models the amazing Sensor V medallion that is a tax deductible prize at CoolestMeditationEver.com.

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APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL! – PRT 2

Going to be interesting to see how well I do in my Pilates class today after back to back nights of lucid dream meditation for my birthday.

Angels Planetary Soft FINALRead APOCALYPSE NOT – THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL – PRT 1 for the background on my lucid dreaming super powered meditation technique I’ve honed over the past 5 years as a hobby to save the world from our own negative intentions, fed by a sick mass media that sucks on our fear like an electronic vampire.

And this time a prediction from a Doomsayers led by Rev. Efraid Rodriguez that up to a series of 28 asteroids will pulverize the earth, starting on my birthday and lasting a week, has my spirit dander up.

No the world will not end on my birthday. This time my planetary meditations are personal.

ASTEROIDS  22 -20 – 11 PM to 12 AM

It’s the evening of my birthday, 9/21/15. I spent the day in solitude, having called a friend too late to have dinner with me. I blogged 12 hours straight about my work to wipe out the Rodriguez asteroids before they could wipe us out.

Last night’s meditations took out 6 asteroids. Leaving 22 to go. I begin the meditation, connecting my chakaras to the stars and earth core energy and take on the powers of my childhood hero, Superman. I bound for the stars from my bedside, willing myself to reach the 22 asteroids, rocketing their way to earth.

Soon I am face to face with mammoth asteroid 22. I keep a respectful distance. These asteroids, which are astral plane manifestations of humanity’s own fear and negativity, are becoming more and more difficult as the negativity becomes more focused when the number of asteroids reduces.

I am stunned asteroid 22 looks so gray and perfectly smooth. Just as I notice the formation a large elliptical indentation on its face, a death ray lashes out at me. Without conscious thought, I raise a force field. The death ray deflects into space harmlessly in spectacular shower of sparks.  I change my force field’s shape to a mirror image asteroid 22’s ellipse and hurtle the death ray back at the asteroid.

KABOOM!  Asteroid 22 explodes into harmless rubble that will burn up safely in earth’s atmosphere. I check with my microscopic vision to make sure this was not a clever with to send a plague to earth on the dust.  All clear.

As I turn to face asteroid 21, rock jaws swallow me whole. I am in the belly of the asteroid 21. Engulfed in negative energy. I begin to see images of my father beating me on my 13th birthday.  I feel the pain in my chest of how my abusive dad used to lay on top on me as little kid; until I would nearly pass out my lungs were so crushed.  I shake it off.  I am an adult now.  Dad’s been dead 4 years. His spirit and mine have come to peace. These are old negative memories this asteroid is using to imprison me until it can strike the earth. I shake it off, my rough past no longer exists.

Luckily, I remember, in this super state, I don’t need to breathe. I can hold my breath effortless for hours on what’s in my lungs. I calm and decide I have so much air to spare I will use it to destroy the asteroid from within. I exhale a mighty breath. Here, in the vacuum of space, Asteroid 21 trembles as it’s center fills with my expanding super air. Cracks emerge across asteroid 20’s ragged surface. BOOM!  Asteroid 21 is dust. I scan the dust cloud for plague, taking no chances

I no sooner do I finish my scan of asteroid 21 than I am engulfed in asteroid 20. It’s made of sickly looking goo! I am lucky my force field acts automatically and forms into a tight protective sphere about me. I scan the goo with my microscopic vision and find all manner plague surrounds me. I realize my fear of the asteroids plague has manifested this monstrosity! If even one drop of this gooey asteroid reaches earth it’s all over.

My force field grows ever tighter about me, restricting my arms. I try to fly out of here but the gooey plague filled asteroid just moves with me. Then I have an idea.  I am invulnerable to fire.  If if keep flying I can pilot asteroid 20 into sun from within! The asteroid desperately crushes my force field tighter as I hurtle for the sun, asteroid 19 and all. The human part of my mind looks in fear as the sun, 109 times larger than earth, looms. Will super me be able to survive 10,000 degrees of the sun’s super heat? Is this like the Matrix I wonder, where if you die in lucid dream you die in real life? Will I die alone on my birthday in my bed back in Sedona of a stroke? Am I wearing clean underwear?

Then I catch myself. The plague the gooey germ soaked asteroid 20 also carries the germ of despair destroying our world. I increase my flight to 5 times the speed of light and dive into the center of sun. The sound of lethal plague burning up sends out shrieks that would put any horror film to shame. I cover my ears it’s so stressful to hear those banshee screams. But soon the plague filled asteroid 20 burns away and I hear the voice of Gaia,”Father sun loves you champion of earth. Rest awhile, Ken, bask and tan in Sol’s power. Recharge yourself, spirit warrior and carry the dream of solar-powered sustainable world back home to your people!”

Gaia’s beautiful voice and the glare of the inner sun fades. I am back in Sedona. Mortal again. I look at nightstand clock that reads 12 AM.  Only an hour has passed. My birthday is over.

I set an intention before drifting off to normal sleep, if there ever has been such a thing for me.  “Find me a way to defeat all 19 remaining asteroids all at one time before morning, please.”

To be continued….

THE MEANEST THING ANYONE EVER SAID TO A KID

By Ken Sheetz

FirefoxScreenSnapz028It 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.

POODLE POWER!

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.

THE END

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Could the Neurophone Have Saved Robin Williams?

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Aw.  Before we speak of Robin and an amazing techno-meditation device I’ve been blessed to discover that may have saved his life as it’s saved mine, meet the future.  My puppy Sophia, now 7 years-old, just turning 50 in human years, is living with an adorable LA family I found to adopt her.  She was hard to give up.  Don’t get me started on Obama’s failed jobless recovery.  But it did get me traveling.

Still, much as I love the traveling life.  I miss Sophia.  It makes me sad to think, Sophia who ages seven times the rate of a  human, will one day soon catch up to me in years, pass me by and pass on.  I plan to visit her again soon, before she’s too old to cuddle with me.

Sophia and I bonded instantly.  Love at first sight at a pet store in LA where I was filming a commercial in 2007.  Sophia became the star of my most popular short film starring Ed Asner, ZACK’S MACHINE.

WISDOM FROM “BACK FROM THE DEAD DANNION”

In my 2012 interview of him, best seller author and consultant to film and TV, Dannion Brinkley asked me the question I ask you now:

What’s the one medical condition that leads to more deaths on this world than any other condition?  I guessed heart attacks when Dannion, who has been struck by lightning twice and been dead three times, asked me.

Post your guess below.  I will give prize of one free bottle of Dr. Flanagan’s famed Megahydrate, that hydrates you from the inside out.  Which one of you wins?  Simple, the one I like best. Post your answer now before continuing to read.

Back?  Ok.  The correct answer according to Dannion is birth. Yes, birth, the hillbilly swami, says is the leading cause of death.  Take a look in your mind’s eye: Everyone and everything on this world, this world itself in fact, is born to die.

Age. That’s my morning meditation today. Or more specifically time. Why do we choose atomic decay, or aging, as the universal constraint of our reality?

mother_earth_eyeWhy do we agree to live such short lives, less than the blink of an eye to the cosmos?  And why in so many different bodies and life forms?  Indeed, some forms of insect live an entire life in matter of hours.

Tell you a secret I only learned yesterday in my amazing meditation at the Stupa in Sedona, that I filmed for DreamShield, not all sentient life in the universe lives in linear time like we all do on earth.  Some worlds, like the moon of Nektar I can reach in meditation, live outside time and space.

Why do we earthlings, from puppies to princes, choose to in live linear time, to be young, to breed, to raise our young and then to die?  Pretty profound blog for something that started from a puppy picture, yes?

OK, Take four deep breaths and strap on your Neurophone with me as you read this post.  Let’s ponder the big question of aging, incarnation and time. Wait!  Don’t have a Neurophone? Don’t even know what the heck a Neurophone is?

THE NEUROPHONE. WHY I LOVE IT AND ITS INVENTOR

First invented in 1958 by Patrick Flanagan, when he was only 13-years-old, the Neurophone, explained in detail at NewNeurophone.com where a historic crowd funder launches on September 3, 2014, is a profound techno-meditation device.  It works by sending gentle ultrasonic waves through your brain through sci fi looking transducers you wear on your forehead.  This subtle ultrasonic effect increases blood flow by a whopping 300%, balances left and right brain functions while it activates your ancient ears.

But wait!  Long as I am sounding like an infomercial.  Wearing a Neurophone for just a few months for an hour a day might increase your meditation power to the level of a yogi in a cave, according to the inventor.  And, most amazingly, in most cases, says Dr. Flanagan, it will boost your boost IQ.  I confirm that.  I am smarter for using it for over a year now myself.  Typos still being my weak point that take me forever to weed out.  But the content is way, way up in depth of thought.  Someday the software will be there to correct my typing flaws.

Any who, before we go further, Patrick Flanagan, the brilliant inventor of the Neurophone, who Deepak Chopra calls a gift to humanity, is a client. The most amazing client I’ve ever had.  And considering Oprah is a client for whom I built Harpo Studios for, that’s no small statement on my part.  So keep in mind I am somewhat biased about the Neurophone.  A paycheck has a way of doing that.

But I have confession.  Something I’ve not yet told Patrick.  Here is it.  Without this amazing client in my life, without needing to try the Neurophone to promote it, I would never have tried techno-meditation.   You see, I felt, I should be enough.  I meditate on my own power!  In other words, ego held me back.

The doctor gifted me with an NF3 Neurophone on in March of 2013.  Confession details: I did not start wearing for half a year.  It would take a failed love affair with a selfish beauty that was depressing me to finally get me to use it in earnest almost a full year later.   Yeah, it was the blues that brought me to being a Neurophone fan.  You see, I’d heard it can help people who suffer from depression.

Depression kills.  It recently killed Robin Williams.  Many in my family have died of depression through self-medication, namely drinking and drugging.

The Neurophone has worked very well for my battle with depression I have fought all my life without drugs, mainly choosing work as my natural high that keeps me going. In fact I am sad right now over a losing housemate here in Sedona.  Living all alone here in a small town where the people all seem either ancient or too young and I work from home is tough.  Normally, after such as loss of an amazing housemate I’d be in bed, not able to face the day, but here I am, happy to be normal sad, not suicidal sad, at my computer, sharing my first techno-meditation with you, a term I dreamed up for describing Dr. Flanagan’s Neurophone.

Heaven Couldn't Wait Robin Triumphant VersionDon’t have a Neurophone yet?  Has the $800 price tag scared you away from investing in the marvelous modern marvel that got Dr. Falangan featured in LIFE magazine, this profound tool for improving your brain?

Good news!  Through a lot of determinate and hard work, as he wants more of the world to have one, all you need to do is until 9.3.14 and you can pre-order a 2015 Neurophone for only $399.  That’s fabulous 50% price and upgrades like a new rechargeable lithium battery and healing sound frequencies to boot.

Don’t be chicken like me and wait until the grim reaper of suicide is at your door.  I truly believe the Neurophone might saved Robin Williams, based on my success using one, and might be able be able to save you .

Everything Dr. Flanagan invents is gentle and good and meant to accelerate the gifts you already have and will soon only cost $399, less than a smart phone which makes you dumber.  Will the Neurophone’s gentle ultrasonic waves work for you like it’s worked for lifting my depression?  I hope so.  No guarantees.   Let me know if it did!

Back to our meditation. Keep breathing, oxygenate your brain, Neuophone or not.

Ah, yes, age. Why do we do we choose to age unlike other worlds that choose immortality? The answer: Boredom. To certain spirits, the ones who like to incarnate here, the world where we live one life, holding to one form of life is boring. Look at our entrainment, getting shorter all the time.  One minute movies are the norm on the we now.  BTW, the Neurophone, the inventor tells me, stimulates the brain, thus reducing boredom.

In any case, I am no scientist and the inventor of the Neurophone, the amazing Patrick Flanagan, makes it clear the Neurophone is not a medical device.  I only know on a very painful and personal level it helps beat the blues.

Are spirits who love to be born, to reboot to live life over and over again, to die, study what we learned in the spirit realm before reincarnating as what and who we chose, be it puppy or prince?  I’d like to think so, but fact is no on really knows.  Love the mystery!  Here’s how the Neurophone makes me feel as I express in this video.  About as far from depression as it gets!