As a meditation filmmaker, I’ve always been fascinated by the myriad paths we take toward inner peace. Sometimes, our greatest teachers come not from grand philosophies but from the quiet, steady presence of animals. My own dog, Lincoln—a Chihuahua small in stature but immense in love—epitomizes this wisdom. Eight years old now, Lincoln is alive, well, and an essential part of our family dynamic. My love and filmmaking partner Elizabeth rescued him, and the early days weren’t always easy. Having suffered in his past, Lincoln was initially fearful of men. Yet with time, patience, and Elizabeth’s seasoned experience in raising dogs, he slowly learned to trust.
Today, our relationship is a testament to healing and understanding. Each morning, after our daily meditations, the three of us cuddle in bed. Lincoln, Elizabeth, and I form a cozy trio—an intimate, loving family that starts the day grounded in gratitude, affection, and the quiet faith that peace begins at home. Observing Lincoln’s transformation has shown me that even old wounds can mend with gentle care, consistency, and love. He reminds me that animals have a natural capacity for presence, a gift we can all learn from and incorporate into our lives.
This insight has been validated not only in our own home but also in one of the most remote corners of the Earth. In 2012, I journeyed to Antarctica to perform 24 meditations with the hope of manifesting a better tomorrow. During one of these sessions, a pair of penguins approached and stood quietly beside me. Their calming presence amidst that vast, frozen expanse mirrored the same peaceful essence Lincoln brings to our little family. Just as the penguin couple recognized and responded to the meditative vibe, Lincoln once recognized kindness and responded in turn, slowly blooming into the loving companion he is today.
The lessons are simple yet profound:
Living in the Present: Whether it’s a Chihuahua basking in morning cuddles or a penguin couple pausing their journey across the ice to join a meditation, animals embody present-moment awareness. They invite us to drop yesterday’s burdens and tomorrow’s worries.
Trust and Healing: Lincoln’s early fear of men gradually melted away when met with patience and understanding. This parallels the trust we build with ourselves in meditation—showing up day after day, letting go of fear, and becoming whole.
Unconditional Love: Animals love without complex conditions. They remind us that compassion need not be earned; it can be freely given. This warmth fosters a safe inner space, making our meditation practices more effective and fulfilling.
From scientific research, we know that meditation helps reduce stress, improve mood, and support emotional resilience. Interacting with animals—feeling the comfort of their presence or even visualizing them—further enhances these benefits. Animals can help regulate our nervous systems, lower blood pressure, and encourage a kind of emotional grounding that words alone often fail to provide.
The combination of these elements—practice, patience, animal wisdom—can guide us toward a more peaceful existence. Whether you picture a pair of penguins beside you in a faraway land or a tiny Chihuahua curled up close at home, you can invoke their calming energy in your meditation practice. Allow their simplicity, trust, and love to anchor you, inviting a sense of warmth and security into the moment.
In embracing these influences, we find that living fully in the present is both possible and profoundly healing. May the insights drawn from Lincoln’s gentle heart and my Antarctic penguin friends help you settle more comfortably into your own meditative path. Breathe with them, lean into their easy acceptance, and let their presence inspire you to let go of worry, embrace love’s quiet power, and move forward—one peaceful breath at a time.
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Few cultural moments resonate as powerfully as the Beatles’ arrival in an America — one that was still grieving the tragic end of JFK’s Camelot — and the new documentary BEATLES ’64 masterfully captures their seismic impact and the release of a new love based era. Directed by Paul Crowder and produced by Martin Scorsese, the film takes viewers back to 1964, when John, Paul, George, and Ringo made their U.S. debut, transforming not just music but toxic masculinity.
As someone who was 12 when Beatlemania erupted, screaming teens and all,, watching this film was like stepping into a time machine. I vividly remember my mom’s reaction to the Beatles—especially Ringo Starr, whose mop-top hair and quirky persona unsettled her enough to make me promise never to grow my hair long. (Spoiler: I didn’t keep that promise.) What the film captures so well is how the Beatles’ charm, humor, and authenticity ultimately won over even their skeptics, including my mom.
One of the most fascinating themes the film explores is how the Beatles challenged traditional notions of masculinity. In a time when stoic machismo dominated cultural ideals, they brought something radically different. The documentary draws compelling contrasts between the Beatles and the “macho man” archetypes of the day, like Frank Sinatra and other leading figures. The Beatles weren’t afraid to show affection for one another, express vulnerability in their music, or embrace flamboyant fashion. They paved the way for a softer, more creative vision of masculinity, and it resonated deeply with a generation ready for change.
The rare behind-the-scenes footage is a standout feature, offering a glimpse of the Beatles as both global icons and four young men navigating an unprecedented whirlwind of fame. The film also shines in its recreation of the Ed Sullivan Show performance, viewed by over 73 million people—a cultural tipping point that cemented their place in history.
BEATLES ’64 doesn’t just celebrate the music—it illuminates the broader cultural transformation sparked by the Fab Four. Their rise to global superstardom wasn’t just about catchy tunes; it was about challenging norms, opening minds, and redefining what it means to be a man.
As I watched the show after post-Thanksgiving with my love Elizabeth, 8 years younger and so she had memory of the Beatles blast-off firsthand, we both couldn’t help but think about how much we could learn from the Beatles’ example today. They showed us how to reject toxic masculinity in favor of kindness, humor, creativity, and emotional vulnerability.
5 stars for BEATLES ’64 and the telling of 4 lovable lads from Liverpool and the healing their conscious raising music that brought America out of mourning.
Hey there, fellow comedy enthusiasts and political satire lovers! I’m Ken Sheetz, a not so famous comic, when I am not blogging and traveling the world for quantum meditation all the way from Egypt and Antarctica, who has been navigating the vast world of entertainment, from producing world-class content for PBS to churning out hundred of short films and documentaries with over 40 million views of my YouTube work since 2008. But today I’m here to talk about something that’s been on everyone’s radar – the Writers Guild of America (WGA) and Screen Actors Guild (SAG) strikes – and how folks like me who love democracy feel obligated to up to the plate to fill the void with much-needed political comedy.
A Righteous Battle for Fairness
Since May, the WGA and SAG strikes have been making righteous waves in an entertainment industry suffering from the same billionaire bullies afflicting all areas of our nation’s great economy with their unbridled greed. These strikes are all about superb talent demanding fair compensation, better working conditions, and a more inclusive and equitable space for all creatives, as well as protection for job replacement by AI. As an independent filmmaker of 26 years, that followed a highly successful 25 years commercial real estate career that culminated in my building a $162 million skyscraper alongside Oprah’s Harpo Studios before leaving it all behind to be a filmmaker, who’s seen firsthand the effort that goes into creating captivating content, I wholeheartedly support the strikers.
Filling the Void with Humor: Enter “TrumpsFeverDream.com”
But with late-night shows going on hiatus due to the strikes, there’s a noticeable gap in the realm of political satire at a time where we all desperately need it as a gentle weapon in the fight to save democracy. That’s where I come in. You might know me from my work on PBS or my myriad YouTube projects, but one thing you might not be aware of is my ongoing satirical journey called “Trumps Fever Dream.” To think it all began on this meditation blog catered to the conscious movement that’s been highly targeted for dangerous brainwashing my Trump and his MAGA, Q and Russian backers. This brand political humor targeted to appeal to the country as whole, in addition to the beautiful niche community of this meditation blog. Get ready for an irreverent science fiction dark comedy take on the Donald Trump of another universe where karma really is a bitch. Hence the new blog TrumpsFeverDream.com where I am min the process of launching season 3 and reposting seasons 1 &2!
This pet project, to which my beautiful wife lends her considerable talents to as well, as an editors of books and a talented amateur actor, has been my way of poking fun at the very former President since 2020. I began “Trump Fever Dream” in the depths of Covid that sadly separated my wife and I from many people in the New Age world. We hope once the grip if Trumpism has been defeated once and for all to reconnect. Yeah, we’re both optimists. Me more so than my wife who has 17 years of military service that makes her more skeptical.
Fun fact: My first comedy writing work where I trained and cut my professional teeth on was for a pilot about a New Age healer who sent people via VR into old sitcoms. I wrote itin 1998 with one of the top ten line producers in Hollywood sitcoms, John Amodeo,and an award winning Canadian producer named, Nicolette Saina. It’s called EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM SITCOMS. Studios loved it but were scared off by the enormous job of rights clearances. I’ve also written over a dozen comedy screenplays during the ten years I lived in worked in Hollywood. None have been produced.. yet. Just how tough it is to make it in Hollywood is the topic of my documentary DISCOVER ME. Here’s free screening of the film I completed in 2012.
So for decades I’ve been using satire to offer a fresh perspective on entertainment and politics when I am not dreaming up far out meditations like this one in Antarctica.
Back to politics. Be they of the right or the left, I’ve skewered all politicians fequally for well over a decade. But in 2015 when Trump glided down the escalator to spew racism my satire took a more urgent turn to fight against a corrupted and the dangerous right-wing fascist movement Trump has fostered. Then in 2020, as tens of thousand of Americans began to die needlessly I redoubled my efforts with the birth of my absurd story of the Trump of another universe. The episodes are no longer available here on this meditation blog they were born on because I want to stay focused on the coolest meditations ever here.
Introducing “MAR A LAGO PRISON”: A New Season in Satire
And now, I’m excited to share a new episode in this satirical journey. Drumroll, please! Tune into our new YouTube.com/@trumpsfeverdream channel today at 5 PM, and it’s called “MAR A LAGO PRISON.” Season 3 promises you even more out-of-the-box political satire that offers an alternative lens through which to view today’s political landscape. Something we’re all missing during the righteous WGA and SAG strike.
With the strikes causing a pause in the usual comedic routine as we miss the work of the greats like Colbert, Kimmel, Meyers and more, it’s important for smaller comics like me to step up and keep the political conversation going through humor. It’s not about replacing late-night shows, I could never offer that without a pro WGA writing staff or SAG actors, but I am dedicated to adding my unique voice and the voice of my love and partner in all things Elizabeth England to the web’s mix and continuing the tradition of political satire that we all love. and need to cope. Indeed, laughter is the best medicine against Trump’s bad leadership that causing so much tension in this nation and this world.
Conclusion: Laughter, Reflection, and Moving Forward
So, mark your calendars for 5 PM today, grab some popcorn, and let’s dive into this new chapter of political comedy. Your support means the world to me, and together, we’ll keep the laughter flowing and the discussions alive. Listen to MAR A LAGO PRISON right here and subscribe on YouTube to get more of season three. We’ll be posting new episodes twice a month!
Greetings fellow football and meditation fans, and welcome to Dream Shield Planetary Meditations, where we explore the infinite wonders of the universe through craeting the coolest meditation ever. Today, we delve into the mind-bending world of quantum entanglement, using the example of the 32 NFL teams and the Super Bowl.
Imagine, if you will, that you are a Green Bay Packers fan, like most of my Wisconsin family, devastated by your team’s failure to make it to the Super Bowl LVII. But what if I told you that in some alternate reality, the Packers did make it, and in fact they won the big game? That’s the magic of quantum entanglement, dear reader.
With 32 teams in the NFL, the number of possible outcomes for a single Super Bowl game is an astonishing 1,024. But in the quantum world, every single one of those outcomes exists simultaneously, each one a unique expression of the infinite possibilities of the universe. So while in this reality, your beloved Packers may have fallen short, in another reality, they emerged victorious.
As we contemplate this infinite expanse of potential, let us recognize the balance of infinite win and infinite loss that it holds. Every victory is matched by the potential for defeat, and every decision that we make holds the power to shape the universe in ways that we may never fully comprehend. But by embracing the boundless potential of the quantum world, we can tap into the power to manifest the outcomes that resonate with our deepest desires.
So let us open our hearts and minds to the infinite possibilities that surround us, embracing the balance of infinite win and infinite loss and recognizing the limitless potential that resides within us and all around us. Whether you’re a Packers fan, a Patriots fan, or just a lover of the game, let us be inspired by the boundless potential of the quantum world and empowered to create a reality that aligns with our highest aspirations. Remember, in the quantum world, anything is possible – even a Packers Super Bowl victory in some alternate reality.
So here’s a Packer Backer Meditation you do whenever the game gets you down. Change the name to your NFL team or some other aspect of life where you are invested in stressful thinking.
Begin by finding a comfortable seated position, put on a cheese hat if you have one, and take a few deep breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. As you breathe, allow yourself to relax and release any tension of wanting outcomes in your body.
Close your eyes and imagine yourself in a state of quantum entanglement floating above the 50 yard line on Lambeau Field beside the spirit of Vince Lombardi, where all possible outcomes exist simultaneously where in every superbowl that’s ever been played for the past 57 Green Bay wins. Allow yourself to simultaneously feel the infinite potential of the quantum field, and release any attachment to a specific outcome in a quantum universe where Green Bay never won or will ever win a Superbowl.
As you continue to breathe deeply, imagine Greenbay winning and losing in one of the infinite realities. Visualize this outcome with all of your senses, feeling the joy and excitement of the freedom of letting go of outcomes.
Allow yourself to fully immerse in this reality, feeling a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the experience. Know that this outcome exists in the quantum field, and that you are entangled with this reality.
As you release the stress of worrying about winning, you open yourself up to a universe of infinite potential and possibility. Trust in the universe to manifest the best outcome for you, and allow yourself to surrender to the flow of infinite possibilities.
Take a few more deep breaths, inhaling peace and exhaling stress. When you feel ready, slowly open your eyes and carry this sense of peace and calm with you throughout your day by doing your best in all things but letting go of outcomes, particularly around sports of all kind.
Remember that as you release the stress of winning, you tap into a deeper sense of quantum peace and serenity. May you continue to bask in the infinite potential of the quantum field, and may you trust in the universe to manifest the best outcome for you. Om shanti, shanti, shanti.
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10 years ago I was in Antarctica for the 12.12.12 meditations, which began precisely at 12:12 PM, to perform quantum meditations. The meditations were ET inspired using my Hollywood trained imagination to gain perspective on the human race. For me channeling ET spirit guide Ohom, short for Open Heart Open Mind or One Heart One Mind or Oscar Harry Orion Max, your pick, is similar to method acting where I enjoy not worrying whether Ohom is real or not.
Healthy skepticism of my visions aside — beware of storytellers and chanellers who present spirit work too confidentially as literal fact — what I do happily know, is the clarity or some cool boon of GAIA, gained via my channeling of Ohom, brought love into my once lonely life in the form of my beautiful wife and partner in all things in, Elizabeth. You can learn more of our ET inspired love story and cool new business where we are bringing cool New Age alternate health products to the mainstream at this link
Enjoy the meditations!
Stop back because I’ll post all 24 planetary meditations and share how far I think we’ve come to their becoming real and how far we still have to go in achieving the quantum intentional shifts. Roughly 40 years if you believe what my spirit guide told me. We make these dreams real. And Ohom warned me it would not look like the meditations I did in Antarctica — and in many place like Egypt and the first Woman’s Day March in DC after the Trump Inauguration and more to come — will not look like they are working. I hope to live to 2060 to see them all come true. Ohom’s promised I will. And I’ve requested to Ohom that I be vital and young at 108. Always wise to be specific when manifesting your dreams.
See the theatrically screened the full 70 minute feature movie THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA, 12.12.12 FREE today on the About page at CoolestTechEver.com Learn the meditations that changed my life and that Elizabeth and I hope one day will change the world.
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.
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.
Unlike Trump, we don’t have a private jet or a vast PR machine to blast ourselves into the mass consciousness. We use our meditations and little events to reach the masses. A slower and gentler process, it’s nonetheless powerful.
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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
But 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.
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.
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.
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.
Read 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.”
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.
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.
Oh, Mercury retrograde. You are here, AGAIN. You have arrived on our collective doorsteps in all your messy glory. – Gala Darling
Communicating during Mercury retrograde is never a thing of beauty. But this Merc turned ugly on June 5th, a day early of the calendar dates of some astrologers. And it took a long road to get to this almost deadly June retrograde that’s turned out to be life threatening. Yes, bad communications can be lethal. We see in this sad fact in the news every day. But this one hit home for me. Literally home.
HOME SICK HOME
Back in October 2013 I rented a sweet little green concrete block house that had been built-in the 1950s to continue on extended assignment filming famed scientist Patrick Flanagan. The house was built the same era I was born in and was totally renovated in 2012. Same year I went to Antarctica to meditate on shifting the negativity of the Mayan calendar fears to making a change to human consciousness.
Indeed, it all seemed so perfect. It was the first house in my rental hunt that I toured and I told the leasing agent I’d take it right on the spot. Love at first sight for this sweet little place on a big 2 acres of land. Looking for some company, having been used to sharing homes with roomies since 2009 when I was evicted in the depths of the Great Recession, I moved in with a beautiful Sedona psychic I’d met back in 2010 as my housemate. She had a cute little dog. I was in totally in love with the psychic, but she was clear had no such feelings for me. Still I enjoyed her company, and the dog adored me like it was my own and so I was looking forward to a fun time-sharing a house with the beauty and pooch.
Ah, but it just did not work out. For some reason the exquisitely sensitive soul, an extrovert to my introverted nature became very agitated hanging with me. I learned an introverted type like me likes to socialize at home whereas an extrovert socialize in public and wants isolation at home. So the psychic isolated herself in her part of the house, a later addition with its own HVAC and bath. Lots of upsets, that seem like something out of rom-com in retrospect. led to us mutually parting ways after her sharing my Sedona paradise for only 10 weeks. One day I came home from a long trip to help my brother find his new place in Florida and found I had the house to myself.
FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE
I decided to make it a meditation on living in such a secluded area of Sedona, the smallest city I’ve ever lived in since I was a kid. My rental house has no visible neighbors and sits near the base of Sedona’s famed Chimney Rock and Thunder Mountain. The ET energy here is epic and the alone time is important my guides say. So I accepted my fate loneliness.
Strangely, even when I asked friends over things would fall through and my isolation went on and on. For months on end I went on not even seeing a soul for weeks and months on end. No matter how hard I tried to break it this was an alone time.
Brokenhearted about losing my housemate that I had a hopeless one-way crush on, I was loving my fortress of solitude in the chill of winter, and somehow doing the best behind the scenes social media of my life for famed inventor Dr. Flanagan. Who became not only my greatest clients ever, surpassing even the amazing Oprah, but a dear pal, when suddenly I became deathly ill with walking pneumonia.
A lot of people in Sedona were getting sick with their immune systems compromised by Juniper tree allergies. So that’s what I figured was happening to me. Though sick as a dog, I was somehow managing to do my work for the NewNeurophone project and making awesome videos of its inventor Patrick Flanagan, but this lung sickness would just not let go. Breathing became a nightmare. My eyes were blood-red and looked like two blue marbles floating in a sea of tomato juice. Sickness is so unlike me. At 61 I’ve only been in hospital once in my life. Nothing’s ever made me sick long. I’ve not even had cold since 2008.
But the skies here in AZ are filled with more chemtrails from jets than I’ve experienced anywhere in the world. I had many chemtrail flu symptoms. I was taking lots of Patrick Flanagan’s Megahydrate which profoundly battles chemtrail flu and radiation poisoning as THE product for our times. Despite that, and downing lots of antibiotics and cough medicine, still I was near death many times with epic coughing fits. No matter how much gunk I coughed up, I was not getting well.
BREATH OF FRESH AIR
It was looking like I’d have to take a break from the Flanagan account to co when I was blessed to have a new person come into my life as an assistant, Genevieve Munoz, a 27-year Cal Poly marketing grad. Genevieve was able to pick up a significant part of my workload on the Neurophone project. And so I was able to go on despite my sickness to giving Patrick the fine service he deserved.
As the weather warmed in March and the Juniper allergy season ended I started to get much better. Still a lot of gunk remained in my lungs, breathing was still ragged. I visited four different healers here in Sedona to knock this thing out to no avail. I was stuck in sick land.
The weather warmed slowly. It was a late spring for Sedona. Finally as temps climbed into the 80s, I asked the landlord agent, who we’ll call Jerry, a sweet man in 70s with 40 years of managing rental homes for Sedona’s wealthy snow birds, how to turn on the rooftop based swamp cooler for the first time in my tenancy. Swamp coolers Jerry would explain, work on evaporative cooling in the dry AZ climate and use a powerful fan to suck air through a wet filter.
After Jerry left, I followed his directions I sat down in my office to work. No sooner did my butt hit the seat and I was attacked, no better word for it, by filth spewing from the powerful swamp cooler fan driven air vents. My eyes, ears, throat and lungs all burned instantly. I knew I was in for a total relapse into pneumonia if I did not get some antibiotics in me.
The Flanagan’s suggested a new doctor for me, a Dr. Haggard. She’s the doctor of my dreams as she avoid pharmaceuticals when she can. She gave me vitamins and the drugs I needed to heal faster, along with placing me on her nebulizer to open my air passages since I was wheezing like a 90 year-old emphysema victim.
I called Jerry the agent for the family trust and told him the filters on the HVAC obviously needed cleaning ASAP. Jerry hesitated on the line and said timidly, “Well, I am going to have to get Bob from the family trust’s OK for that.”
DEADLY ANGER MEDITATION
Some background on the stubborn and cantankerous Bob, the landlord family trust member point person, and why Jerry was afraid to call him. Bob’s a talented metal sculpture artist who is at war with his lawyer side. Bob bullied Jerry for each and every repair that’s ever been done here, as the watchdog for the family trust owners. I was Jerry’s first tenant he brought in for Bob. And Jerry was losing spirit about the account with each harsh encounter with Bob. Bob seemed a sweet man but there were buttons fixing the property that got pushed
“Sorry, Jerry, there’s no option here but for you to go to Bob for the OK. My guess is this filter issue has been what’s been making me sick since I first started using the HVAC here in winter.” I was greeted by Jerry’s silence and so I went on, ” I don’t get sick. Please fix this, Jerry. I think we’ve uncovered a serious health hazard. Tell Bob the last thing he wants and I want is a lawsuit for negligence over my damaged health.”
A terse “OK” was Jerry response and he hung up.
As a few days passed, I could tune in on the grief Jerry was having heaped on him. So I called him, “How’s it going, Jerry? Talked to Bob?”
“Yeah, and got an earful. He’s taking the matter to the trust,” said Jerry.
“Why must the trust vote on basic repairs?” I said, tension creeping into my voice.
“I agree it’s a pain in the ass. But I’ll get ‘er done,” said Jerry trying to sound chipper.
After another round brow beating by Bob, the trust finally allowed Jerry to replace all the filters with two contractors. One for the swamp cooler fixing and one for the AC fixing. Swamp coolers, as it turns out, do not work in the humid weather. So AZ homes use the two different systems for cooling. Cool thing is swamp coolers gives you humidity. A huge plus in the 0% humidity dryness of AZ.
New filters in place I again I happily turned on the swamp cooler and settled down to work at my desk. Victory! Wrong. Again I was bombarded my filthy stuff spewing from the HVAC vents. When I complained to the filter cleaning company worker as he packed up his stuff he said, “Filters are all clean. Might just be calcium from the cooler forming and flying at you from the swamp cooler.”
“Nonsense. This stuff is black and brown flying out the ducts, not white like calcium,” I said. A few minutes later I watched in disappointment as the contractor drove off down the rocky primitive road to the house with that sad look men have on their face when they fail at fixing something important.
STEPHANIE SUTTON’S RADAR ALARM
The Flanagans were coming over for a filming session soon and the weather had cooled again so I put off dealing with the bad HVAC and bad service arrangement here that took a vote of the family trust and overcoming the family watchdog Bob to get done. It was early May now, and an unusually cool spring was working to my favor in punting on this HVAC thing.
After filming, Stephanie Sutton-Flanagan noticed the kitchen duct was very dirty as she got a glass of water and said, “Ken, you’ve been sick for so long. I bet this filthy HVAC is what’s been hurting you. Get your landlord to come in a clean the duct system before this kills you.”
“I’ve been trying, Steph, believe me. For weeks. The landlord here has an anger fit for any repairs he has to make,” I complained to Stephanie, happy to have fresh sympathetic ear. “I once heard Bob screaming at Jerry over a measly $70 electrical outlet that needed repairing.”
Stephanie, as amazing as her husband Patrick Flanagan, scolded me in friendly fashion, “Then pay for the duct cleaning and get it fixed yourself. This is your lungs. You only get one pair!”
INTO THE BREACH
So I dove into solving the HVAC mystery again. I called Jerry soon as Stephanie and the film crew left with her hubby Dr. Flanagan. “Jerry, sorry the HVAC here is still infecting me. I respectfully request further repairs.”
Jerry groaned at the thought of another battle with Bob. Who now in my mind’s eye wore a western black cowboy hat, and had a silver six-shooter he toyed with as Jerry trembled before him explaining why he failed his mission, fearing death any second.
To beat the growing heat as I waited for Jerry’s answer, I ran the swamp cooler wearing a breath mask. I’d turn it on and then I sat on the patio outside working on Patrick’s media on my Ipad as the house cooled. Then I’d put on my breath mask back on, go inside and turn off the HVAC. My eyes still stung from whatever crap was coming out of the duct at high-speed. Seems crazy in retrospect, but Bob was so insistent it was clean up in HVAC system I thought maybe I was having some sort of allergy reaction to chemtrails or pollen getting sucked into the house. Such was my faith in Bob, who though a cranky cuss seemed an honorable man who had even built me a beautiful mailbox when I came here.
Then one May day I found a huge piece of brown filth laying on my kitchen floor and more big hunks of filth in my kitchen fruit bowl! I ran out to the patio and shouted,”BOB! YOU SUCK AS LANDLORD!” As my words echoed into the red rocks of Sedona, I was amazed how little of the old rage that used to burn in my veins I felt despite this travesty. Yes, I was happy to be properly angry. Justified. We need some anger to take care of ourselves. It’s out-of-place old super anger of repressed childhood wrongs that vents out at stressed times that makes fools of us. I thanked Bob for showing me this and went back inside to call Jerry. No answer.
DEADLY DESTRACTIONS
Busied by a crushing work schedule and severe family troubles from my brother who ended up in a Florida jail and who still sits in a cell there as I write, I let Jerry slide for two weeks in getting Bob’s ok to clean the ducts. I finally called one hot day to see why these repairs were not happening. Jerry said nervously, ” Bob stands by his opinion the ducts are clean.”
“Clean?! With all the filthy flying?! Opinion?! There’s no opinion here, Jerry, except mine that you guys are not giving me a livable house. One cannot live in AZ without AC. Fix it,” I said calmly as I could about this self-serving “opinion” of Bob’s.
“I hear you, Ken. I’ve never had as tough a client Bob. But my hands are tied,” said Jerry sadly.
“Bob lives right next door, Jerry. Why doesn’t he just walk over and see this hazardous HVAC for himself?” I groused, blood rushing to my face at this harmful denial of reality. “Does he think I am imagining these chunks of brown filth?”
“Uh, um. Sorry, Ken, you know how Bob is. Ha. Lawyers,” Jerry lamely offered.
“Heck with this BS. What were the estimates to clean the ducts you got for Bob to OK, Jerry?”
“Anywhere from $300 to $350, ” said Jerry.
“$350 max. That’s all and Bob and his trust freaking refuses?” I asked, amazed at Bob’s stupidity given the legal exposure to my health he was racking up, giving me an open and shut case for litigation.
“Yep, ” said Jerry.
To back up, I admit I lost my temper a little with Jerry early in the lease. I blew my top over a fire hazard that was not getting fixed in timely fashion. I realized had sunk to Bob’s level of bullying the gentle Jerry to get things done. A way I’d made millions doing in the 80s and 90s.
But I didn’t go there again today with Jerry, despite weeks of complaining and the family trust run around. Though I am sure the deep indignation I was feeling about Bob’s total lack of disregard for my safety and health was apparent in my calm voice. That’s how I write good screen dialogue. A character seldom directly expresses his thoughts. Here I was a character in my own real-life horror story. Instead of yelling at Jerry as Bob was doing I gently said, “Give me the OK, Jerry, and I’ll call the contractor and have the work done on my nickel. But let Bob know if the contractor finds something up there that’s been making me sick I want an offset on my rent.”
Jerry happily agreed that was a fair thing, I assume given I was suffering so many health issues and this was a way out.
VISIT FROM A BROTHER SON
On Memorial Day weekend Bob’s son came by the house unexpectedly to fix the landscaping. Heavy Sedona winds had almost toppled two large cypress trees. I’d propped these beauties up with a pick axe and shovel. Items I’d bought recently to help my lost mystic housemate bury her little Yorky that had died suddenly of a heart attack in her arms. As we reconnected over the loss of her dog, I brought my former housemate up to date. Something I was required to do as Bob had refused to let her off the lease. This was after the fact overruling Jerry who said it was OK. Yeah, this Bob guy was biting at my peace of mind constantly, like a snake in paradise.
Fromer Housemate and Poor Little Chloe
I told my former housemate how lucky she was to have been intuitive enough to lock herself off from the part of the house with a defective HVAC system and leave. We wondered over lunch recently if her delicate Yorky was killed by some sort of black mold that might be up there. A scary sad thought indeed as the pooch was only seven and so precious.
Bob’s son, I sensed, was afraid of talking to me for fear of backlash from his dad. But I liked the young man. He reminded me of my own son about his age: a big young man with a soft heart that’s estranged from me as I used to be temperamental like Bob. Hey, I did only have a father who was a drill sergeant dad for fathering lessons.
Though I was never psychically abusive to my boy like my alcoholic father who was the bane of my childhood, almost killing me several times with severe beatings, I was far too tough on my boy and his little sis verbally. Indeed, I had no idea words can hurt as much as the belt I was beat with as a kid of the 50s and 60s all too often. I saw this fear of a verbally stern father like I had been in my 20s and 30s, so long ago, reflected anew in Bob’s son’s worried eyes. I am pleased I treated Bob’s grown kid with extra kindness that I hope ripples back to my son in Chicago through earth’s energy field.
After Bob’s son finished with the landscape repair I offered him a bottle of some of Patrick Flanagan’s Megahydrate for he and his cute female companion. She had been coughing in the truck as she waited for Bob’s son to finish. The Sedona Slide Fire had been raging and 20,000 acres were aflame only 4 miles away. My lungs were really having a hard time with the smoke inhalation and chemtrails on top of the HVAC issues. Seeing I was not irate, despite the neglect I was suffering with at his family trust’s house, Bob’s kid accepted when I asked him to take personal look at the HVAC problem and the hunks of filth the swamp cooler was dislodging.
Bob’s son took one shocked look at the filthy duct that his father had been denying was dirty and offered to come back in few weeks to clean out the dirty duct himself. I appreciated young man’s offer but I could not wait that long. I explained it was simply getting too hot for my patio/breath mask routine to work and live in the house without a quick fix. Summer was making an end to my flexibility.
Deeply moved, almost to tears by Bob’s sons offer to clean out the duct, I waved bye from the drive as the big pickup truck left down the rocky road, feeling like this was my own son driving off with his wife and the twins born a few months ago I’ve not been invited to see. Not even on a Father’s day trip I made without any promises of seeing my two kids who became estranged over the tipping point when I began connecting to ET from other galaxies and dimensions in meditation.
HVAC MYSTERY DEEPENS AFTER THE JUMP
Seeking to purify myself to heal my sick body and atone for a brother who had been arrested on charges of animal cruelty for beating up his new Florida puppy, I gave up eating meat at this time. A powerful message from the ET Ohom had come through directing me to do my best to become an enlightened eater and shun the meat of the cruel corporate farms. A sad reality I’d learned about at the Illuminfate Film festival in a film called “Specism” showed me the deep suffering of our fellow creatures of this world.
4 years ago when first meeting Ohom, a 7 foot tall being, who looks like a blue angel might if evolved from an insect race, I would have poo pooed Ohom as a figment of my imagination. But even though I hold the paradox belief that this all still might be part of my amazing imagination, I can’t deny the wisdom it contains. And here I was suffering, like Gaia, at the hands of a landlord operating out of integrity. It all fits.
GESUNDHEIT
A few days later, June 4, the HVAC contractor Jerry has okay-ed, one with the funny name of Gesundheit Duct Cleaning Services, that I had to hire myself to do the landlord’s job, arrived and went to work. No sooner did the three duct cleaning workers get started, however, when the foreman came to me in my office, his tan face drooped in worry, and told me, “Sorry we have to quit.”
“Huh?” was all I could think to say.
He showed me why and my blood went cold as he said,” The photo is of the filth our duct cleaning machine pulled out in mere seconds. Man. when we starting pulling out all this dark junk, could even have some black mold, we had to stop. Sorry, Mr. Sheetz. But I’m knocking $70 off the price for needing to halt the job before it’s clean up there.”
A $70 discount for a health hazard still left behind hardly seemed fair, but I was in shock and wrote a check for $230. Grateful at last this mystery was finally solved of what had been slowly killing me.
The contractor, who I could tell was a total pro, as I’ve built over a million of square feet of construction before becoming a filmmaker, then invited me to take a photo of the inside of the duct work.
“Yikes!” I shouted. “Looks like something out of freaking Freddy Kruger movie up there!” Outraged about Bob telling me the ducts were clean and for my buying it.
To show Bob how wrong he was, I took this other photo with my Iphone as the foreman explained. “The duct runs on the roof outside of the house. So the sun has burnt up the insulation. It’s flaking and rotting to pieces and that’s what’s be flying around your home whenever you turn on the HVAC. It just took the velocity of the swamp cooler to make it freaking obvious. Good thing you kept bitching. Landlord needs to fix this by AZ law or you can vamoose.”
“But I don’t want to vamoose,” I said sadly knowing I might be forced to as I put the foreman on the phone with Jerry. The pro carefully explained to Jerry, as my heart sank, that the entire duct to the kitchen was contaminated.
I excused myself from the Gesundheit foreman to talk to Jerry. “Jesus, this keep getting worse, Ken! Bob assured me those ducts were cleaned just before you moved in. This is all wrong.”
I could hear the fear and panic in Jerry’s voice and tried to calm him, “Jerry, you need to call Bob, stand up to his denial of reality and get him in touch personally with the contractor. This is irrefutable evidence of why I’ve been getting sick. I don’t want a lawsuit. I want this fixed and hopefully I get well. And tell Bob he will need to fix this for the next tenant if not for me.”
MERCURY RETROGRADE MADNESS
The next day, eve of the June Mercury Retrograde, Jerry dropped by and asked to see contaminated duct firsthand. Jerry was determined to to the bottom of this mess. I was excited. My HVAC nightmare was perhaps at an end!! Jerry carefully examined my filthy samples tucked in little clear sandwich bags from the duct, looked at the photos and went up on the roof, When he was satisfied I had a legitimate gripe about this HVAC debacle, Jerry regretfully said, “Bob is still saying there’s no problem with the HVAC in your house rental.”
“What?” I said in a whisper of shock.
Jerry patted me on the shoulder, the way a friend would and said, “I’m sorry. I’m resigning effectively today, Ken. My reputation as a manager of 40 years is at stake.”
I wanted to say, “Hang in there and let’s get this fixed, Jerry.” But I had heard Bob screaming at Jerry over the phone. The amazing artist that Bob is lost out to the lawyer Bob is. He was stonewalling me. Forcing me to leave. He was angry at my justified complaint and being vindictive. Nothing else fit and so I said to Jerry, “I understand. I have the health laws on my side he has to fix this.
Jerry last words as he gave me Bob’s email address was, “I wouldn’t be so sure, Ken.” And then Jerry rode off up the rocky road that led to my rocky life in Sedona and I’ve not heard from him since.
SOS TO BOB
I sent Sam a stern but professional and amicable email. Then I waited to see if Jerry’s resignation over the bad decision to ignore this issue had convinced Bob he was wrong. A few hot days passed. No word at all. The contractors had taped shut the duct to the kitchen. I tried running the house swamp cooler, but it I could tell from how I was sneezing and getting itchy eyes that the air from the contaminated duct was mixing in the ducts, backing up and coming out the cleaner ducts.
My hands were tied. I could not undertake such a major HVAC repair myself, even with the AZ laws allowing me to. It was simply too major a thing since it impacted the roof, which has had leaks. A year after departing I saw the difficult Bob might hold responsible for roof leaks and health issues of the next tenant if the job was not done right to fix the toxic HVAC system. I pondered the mess and thought to myself. This communication is a nightmare. Are we in Mercury Retrograde? Sure enough, I checked and yes we were. Even communicating with the Flanagans was proving a challenge. Nothing like Bob but not the smooth and easy relationship that the norm with Pat and Steph.
I meditated for hours on end about my fate coming to such a lovely city and renting my first house since 1991. How had it all turned to filthy air? What were the lessons my spirit guides were trying to teach me in this Mercury Retrograde that was literally killing me?
THE ANTIDOTE TO NEGELCT
Ohom, the Orion ET who is my closest “imaginary friend” said to me one day as I was atop the summit, one which I have a clear view of from my house, as I panted for five minutes trying to catch my breath from the climb, “Ken, three of the meditations we gave you to do in Antarctica on 12.12.12 were about neglect. Neglect is what’s killing your world. The opposite of neglect is care. Find a way to care for yourself and all this trouble will end happily.”
As I climbed back down the summit I could not find an answer to caring for myself without giving up this house and land I had come to love here in gorgeous Sedona. The Hopi once used the lands of Sedona as a ceremonial sacred place. Their wisdom mixes here with the profound Tibetan energy through the earth. Need proof? Many of their words for the sames things are identical even though the two races only met less than a hundred years ago .
I knew this home was only mine by rental. But I’d done over a billion dollars in rentals for big corporations. And done properly, with a good property manager in place, leases are estates in time. One does not have equity of ownership but one has all the other benefits of ownership and none of the liabilities. It’s why corporations prefer renting. Therefore, what Bob was doing in seeming to force me to make my owner level repairs to the house was against the ethical code of renting I’d made millions back in the 80s and 90s. It went totally against my grain despite Ohom’s advice.
Now that it was June it was getting to be very hot. AZ temps from June through September can easily reach 100 plus daily. Seeing no solution and hearing no answers from Bob , head of the family trust, a great vehicle BTW for Bob to hide behind for litigation, I felt helpless. I could only send Bob a 5 day notice to repair and vacate. I sent Bob a feeble email that I would soon be forced to send this notice and be forced to leave and pleaded for his intervention. Icy silence from Bob filled my email box.
YOU’RE NOT HELPING MOM
Seemed like one more hot day and it was all over for staying in my home. One day, talking about this to my mom, said bitterly, “Funny thing. Your brother’s almsost lost his home after going to jail after fleeing the police and now here you are losing you home too.”
“Yeah, mom. Funny. Very funny. I’m being driven out of my house by a landlord that’s being a dick and Fred lost his house for being a dick,” I said sarcastically.
Mom giggled in the maddening mean-spirited way she can at times when she hurts me. All the pains of her turning her back when my father beat me as kid flared briefly to life. All the times she left home herself, leaving us with an enraged father looking for a scapegoat to her leaving him. Mom was bitter, I said to myself, that I have stepped away from helping my brother Fred in jail and it’s all fallen on her as she stupidly consigned on his mortgage.
“Mom’s anger is seeping its way out in her enabling of Fred,” I coached myself and I instantly healed and kept calm right in the middle of mom’s taunting on the phone. What a meditation on overcoming parental neglect! Still, it was an amazing parallels my psychic Mom so nastily pointed out. So I added more spirit disengaging from Fred and his addiction issues and anti-social behavior to my meditations on neglect.
NEXT MOVES
I began thinking of where I would move next? I worried my large security deposit would be lost. Then one day in the middle of a Pilates class the idea came to me: Install portable air conditioning and ride out my lease and burn off the security deposit!
So I went to the hardware store in Sedona and lo and behold a portable floor rolling swamp cooler was on sale for $500, strong enough to cool the whole house. I bought it, loaded it in my jeep and went to work installing it. Swamp coolers run on cold water from a hose and using my architect and carpentry experience, I set up the water to run through my guest room without making it look like a joke.
I’d learned about portable swamp coolers from filming in a hot warehouse at Patrick Flanagan’s Phi Sciences set and how we used one to cool the set to film Patrick for my hit 50 videos web series. All the pieces were coming together in the middle of the haze of Mercury Retrograde when thinking is hard.
Ah! How sweet the clean fresh cool air felt of my new FU portable swamp cooler. I’d turned neglect into self-care as Ohom had guided me and was ready to stand my ground against Bob’s landlord’s negligence.
Still no word back, I emailed Bob the news I was coping. It was not pretty. The portable unit is big for the little house and noisy. But I was functioning. In the email to Bob I expressed my continued willingness to work this out but that rent would be withheld. I also put all my cards on the table and said if my health damage was permanent I would be forced to seek damages. Making clear my health was separate issue and water under the bridge at this late stage.
PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT BOB BEHIND THE FAMILY CURTAIN
Two weeks passed. Then one day I finally got an email from Bob explaining he’d not seen my emails all through June. The email amounted to little more than ass covering on his part and still incredibly seeking to paint me as imagining this HVAC thing was such a big dea despite Jerry’s resignation, photos and contractors saying it was mandatory landlord fix the HVAC. Funniest and saddest of all, Bob now claimed he never had anything to do with any decisions concerning the property and that he was only relaying votes of the family trust as to maintenance. He closed this bizarre email by directing me to contact the PO Box of a woman 2 hours away in Phoenix who was handling matters and to where I should send July rent.
Rent when I am running my life on temp HVAC? Fat chance. It took me days to research my rights without dragging lawyers into this epic Mercury Retrograde. But finally I had my amazing assistant Genevieve, going though her own epic landlord retrograde issues here in Sedona that are a whole other blog, proof my 5 page letter. A letter I say in all sincerity could be studied for how a tenant can survive a landlord neglect. Then I sent it registered letter that past Friday to the family trust’s new PO box person.
STAYING POSITIVE TO STAY IN SEDONA
I can only hope the newcomer to this HVAC debacle is more reasonable than Bob. I went to great lengths in the email to point out property management is not for Bob if simple things make him angry. Why? I explained I simply want what I bought here. A real house with real HVAC. I am not very hopeful of not getting dragged into an eviction proceeding I will need to fight. After all a PO Box is not how one gives good service to someone who has been a model tenant like me.
Still, Ohom and my friend and assistant Genevieve say to stay positive and so I am. My lessons from all this are already great. The antidote to other’s neglect is self-care. And hold the light against the darkness. I have faith that learning these lessons I will have a fast and full recovery whatever the landlord does in the end.
AMAZING MERCURY MESS
Lots of conflicting info about when this Mercury Retrograde ends. Some astrologers saying it ended June 30th, others saying July 2nd and others still saying July 6th. So how’s that for the bad communications Mercury Retrograde is famed for, not even the expert astrologers can agree when this mess will end?!
Unlike Trump, we don’t have a private jet or a vast PR machine to blast ourselves into the mass consciousness. We use our meditations and little events to reach the masses. A slower and gentler process, it’s nonetheless powerful.
But 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.
Media, Meditations & Musings 