Tag: Meditation

“ENOUGH” AT LEE MCCORMICK’S MEDICINE WHEEL

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized2 Comments

It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.  -Marylin Monroe, on the topic of Enough

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Lee McCormick’s amazing 2000 acre Spirit Recovery ranch, site for the 2/12/11 DreamShield Planetary Addiction Meditation, had only one drawback for out of towners… lack of nearby restaurants.

Me and my fellow spoiled brats from LA for this trip, Bradley Quick and Dr. Sarah Larsen, were desperate for the health food choice we enjoy back home.  The only restaurant options, still about a 15 minute ride from the ranch, are McDonald’s or an all you can eat buffet, where the choices are… fried this or fried that.

So when Renato Longato, world famous UFO expert, finished his presentation on ETs and their role in 2012 and Lee herded us back to the all fried food you can eat spot again, I let a groan slip out.  But, even though the food was deadly, the company of large group who stuck us for the meditation made up for it with their lively passion and curiosity about DreamShield.

I griped to Lee that all this bad food was going to blur my visions at the wheel.  Lee simply chuckled and went on eating his fried chicken. Lucky for me not much phases Lee.  As a recovery guru and cattle rancher he’s seen it all.  Lee was the perfect host for this spirit shindig to balance out all my nervousness and exhaustion over this very personal mediation.  You see, I had just given the eulogy at my father’s funeral only 3 weeks prior to this event.  A father whose drinking escapades were legend in my home town of Milwaukee. Drinking which had decimated my childhood and made me into the lovable neurotic who blogs this stuff as much for self-therapy as to report to you on the birth of the New Age.

Reports I make as objectively as I can, while being the dude having all these visions to help usher in a gentle 2012 and trying to film it all at the same time.  How about a budget for an assistant and camera man, angels, ETs, whatever you are?  Maybe even a private jet as they’ve told me I need to do DreamShield personally in all 24 times zones and activate a billion people by 2012.  Guess they like to keep me humble with lack of funding.  Makes this funnier and they do love to laugh at this cynic of a psychic.  I swear this all is some kind of futuristic reality show at times where we are the cameras.

Heavy snows two days before had turned the field, where Lee 10 years earlier had built the medicine wheel, to mud.  My inner Larry David of a perfectionist said about the mud and cold, “Couldn’t the angels have picked a pleasant day in May for all this?”  But I stopped myself from griping out loud before I annoyed Lee again.  “Enough with the whine festival, ” I told myself.  “This mud is going to be perfect for grounding this great group of people to the earth.  We are electrical energy after and and what better conductor than the mud the fates had provided?”

The medicine wheel was working already.  I had officially stopped my negative self-talk that re-erupted in me after Dad’s funeral, like some dormant volcano of fear.  I was feeling up to the task of this great day my higher self had brought about.  Laura De Leon of MyMysticMuse‘s work finally kicked into gear. I was ready to do battle with addiction.  Or least not go off and down a bottle of tequila out of fear of messing all this up for earth’s gentle 2012.

“A church without walls”, as one of ranch hands described Lee’s medicine wheel, is the perfect description.  The energy of the growing crowd was palpable.   Lee personally selected the stones of his medicine wheel from the old Pinewood estate after it had burned.  The stones of that estate have great energy because Pinewood’s owner would buy slaves and then set them free on these lands!  Lands where also a great Native American people had ruled in total freedom before the white man came along and poisoned the tribes with their fire water.

Yes, I sensed the Native American spirits wanted this addiction meditation to work.  I sensed also the spirit of Kokopelli leading his people in this mighty task for earth many times on this trip.  He was showing up in pranks.  Kokopelli is part trickster spirit after all.  I had almost named my film company for him eight years ago when I moved to Hollywood before chickening out.  Maybe when I am done with all this 2012 stuff and can get back to making movies I will name a new film Kokopelli Films in his honor.  Yeah.

Lee’s medicine wheel for this DreamShield meditation to free earth of addiction by 2012 was therefore a perfect choice.  More perfect than I knew at the time of my vision, complete with diagrams of how to shape and work the group that came to me in dreams months ahead of time.

Lee McCormick walked the medicine wheel while Sarah Wellborn placed crystals from Mt. Shasta on the stones.

The group grew as trucks made their way through the muddy field loaded with cargoes of excited people.  People who felt so empowered  for the work by Lee’s great day of events leading to this that I could feel their passion for today’s work from a mile off.  I mean that literally, a mile off.  Putting my inner cynic aside, I can sense amazing stuff ever since Italy, where my DNA got activated and my life got turned upside down.

Here at Lee’s wheel, I realized the angels — or ETs who guide this strange and wonder filled work from a cloud or spaceship or my own overactive brain — had picked this sacred spot for this DreamShield meditation, as much for it’s location on the earth’s chakrah system for the amazing Tennessee folks who were now showing up in droves.  Numbers of people I’d not expected in such a remote location 40 miles from Nashville in the middle of Lee’s cattle ranch that doubles as one of America’s leading recovery centers.  Such is Lee’s respectability in the amazing Conscious Nashville group he has helped foster.

I made sure I had pals Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick beside me as I was still feeling weak from the funeral and nearly 3 months of non-stop DreamSheild planetary meditations without any real budget.  I was running a global project from modest social media fees via my BuzzBroz company.  It had all seemed so simple after Italy.  Have a 10.10.10 global celebration and then go back to my normal life.  That was 26 planetary meditations ago…

So I was exhausted for the big one.  The meditation that meant more to me personally than any other.  I had not evolved much,  I had simply become a spiritual-aholic instead of a work-aholic.  Yeah, this meditation was needed for me personally.  I’d missed most of my kids’ childhoods working to be Chicago’s number 1 commercial real estate broker.  Nothing was ever enough.

VISIONS AT THE WHEEL

What energized me was Lee’s advice to me and the crowd, shouting over the stiff cold wind, “We gather today for a noble cause.  Our reality is what we choose to make it in this world.  And we choose to believe there can be an end to addiction on this world.  It’s time.  And the cool thing is we don’t have to believe in this work for it TO work.  We just have to show up and express our intent.  Feel it with our heart and soul.  In our bones.”

With that Lee turned it over to me.  “This is Ken Sheetz of DreamShield who will conduct this planetary meditation.  He sees things.”

Smiling at Lee’s perfect intro, I went with the flow and got the crowd laughing saying, “Think of me Larry David of the spirit world.  I don’t know how or why the angels chose me in Italy for this work… when I don’t believe in them half the time.  But Lee is right.  Somehow the job gets done anyways when I just show up where they tell me to go.  I’m happy the angels let me see what they are doing, despite my lack of 100% faith in what they let me somehow see.” Excited relief spread through the gathering as I added, “And don’t feel bad if you don’t see what I see or see nothing at all in this meditation.  You might even count yourself lucky you see nothing all this angels stuff has turned my life upside down.”

Later a meditation guest would thank me for “keeping it real.”

I passed the mediation ball to Dr. Sarah Larsen to open this meditation with her beautiful OMs.  She picked 13 OMs as the number to get the group into an energized connected space.  As Sarah OMed, the magic in my mind began to happen once again.  I saw, eyes closed, hundreds if not thousands of earth angels watching us 60 souls gathered to form the intent to rid the world of addiction.

My voice cracked as I told the crowd what I was seeing.  You see dear reader, I’d thought my visions were somehow at an end but here they were a host of angels ready to protect us and amplify our energy as we set the intention to end earth’s addiction at Lee’s medicine wheel!

This art piece by Gore Dustave is very close to what I saw.  I opened my eyes and shared my relief and excitement with the group.  “These are not like the angels I saw in Italy.  The are human formed, earth angels.”  I felt proud these were not the wonderful, if scary, ET angels from Italy working this meditation with us.  These were are kindred earth angels curing the earth of addictions.

I closed my eyes again and for the first time with such a large group and shared vision as they came into my head.  About my head for a bit.  I feel it’s overly large and that I’d easily weigh in under 200 pounds with a more normal sized head.  But I digress. Back to Lee’s medicine wheel…

I told the crowd, “I see a golden tumbler that holds the DNA code in this earth chakra beneath the medicine wheel.  We are going to unlock this tumbler of gold.  Gold that represents, according to some ET experts, humanity’s enslavement from the time we were genetically engineered from apes to mine this world of gold.  And it’s this ET engineered drive to never have enough that lies at the heart of all our addiction here on earth.  The time has time for us as a species to rise above our enslavement.  Let the ancient aliens have their gold we want to be free!”

Note: All this is as close as I can recall my words or anyone’s at the wheel.  I don’t have a camera crew at this stage of this underfunded and over ambitious gentle 2012 project.  So I may have inadvertently made myself sound better than real life in this blog.  Such is the benefit of not having a camera crew.

I then led the group in a meditation chant while we visualized a golden triangle forming within the black hole that lies within each of us as follows:

“Happy.  Healthy.  And whole!” Four times we repeated this simple triangular mantra together.  Success.  I saw another tumbler in the earth unlock like a telescope of gold that extended to the earth’s core.  It fed us an enormous energy surge I could feel in the mud as I held out my hands.

An angel whispered to me at the wheel, “You will become a new species of homo sapiens.  One that will care for each other and this world as equals in ways you cannot even imagine.”

My head was happily spinning in this deep waking dream of healing for earth in the mud at the wheel. This was going far better than I had possibly hoped.  I introduced Sarah Wellborn of the west coast spiritual mecca Mt. Shasta.  This other Sarah, many Sarah’s have appeared in this work as their name means “Light of God”, had earlier told me she had some very special songs she wanted to share at the wheel.  I saw at this moment that her songs were sonic codes to unlock the golden DNA tumbler in the earth’s chakrah.

As a former builder, a man of schedules and budgets who built Oprah’s Harpo studios, I often wonder why the angels don’t give me more clear plans ahead of time.  But I went with the divine guidance flow and turned things over to Sarah Wellborn.

The group and I chanted along with Sarah Wellborn’s very beautiful and other worldly sounding singing, singing that I hope to God Lee’s videographer captured for history and I was too busy running a mediation to film.  Just as I was fussing about this to myself in my hyper mind I saw the Virgin Mary in glory, radiating healing energy down upon us from a cloud above.  You heard me.  The Virgin Mary.

UFO expert Renato had told us in his lecture before the DreamShield that ETs, looking not to shock us, would appear to one race as say Shiva, or Muhamed or as the Virgin Mary depending on  your cultural heritage.  I wonder now as I write if this was what was going on here at Lee’s amazing medicine wheel.  You see I am not religious.  So I’d be about the last guy you’d expect to see angels, let alone the mother of Christ.

Note: This is not the the best photo of what I saw of the Virgin Mary, unlike the fairly accurate angels one depicted above in the blog.  This Virgin Mary was more classic in my vision and radiant in all directions not just her hands.  Without a CG artist I can’t describe the majesty of the parting clouds that Mary appeared to me from.  Sigh.  This is hard on me as filmmaker as I want to truly share all this amazing stuff with you fully.  I guess in the hopes you might believe me more.   That’s silly I know.  The best books do not come with pictures.

It’s taken me days to get the nerve up to write of this because it all sounds so crazy.  I keep thinking the men in white jackets are coming for me when, as Lee said, I “see things.”  Well, at least I am getting faster at accepting these amazing visions.  It took me three months to get up my nerve to report on the angels in Italy.

Yes, dear reader.  This blog is the first I am sharing of the Virgin Mary vision.  The goddess as the light workers see her, the divine feminine was with us.

I relaxed into Sarah’s beautiful song deeper.  She invited us all to join her in our own tones.  We sounded alien.  A bit like the choir from 2001, only prettier. That damn song annoys me after a while.  Sarah’s song was beautiful, but 2001-like-ape scene is how it felt.  We were like the apes ready to evolved when we unlocked the golden DNA tumbler in the earth here 40 miles west of Nashville.  Lee had explained to me our DreamShield team earlier that day that the earth on this part of the globe holds huge limestone deposits and is naturally one of the purest points on the planet for what we were doing.

I held forth my trembling hands and grabbed hold of the golden tumbler I could see in my mind’s eye.  With each of Sarah’s new combination tunes and chants I turned the giant golden lock within the earth.  Gone was the scared, little Ken, I was fully my higher self working with the spirits of angels, Indains, cowboys, the Virgin Mary, ETs an my new Nashville and old LA friends.  I smiled at Sarah Larsen and Bradley Quick who had somehow moved, without my directing them, into the triangular pattern you see in this diagram that came to me in a dream last fall.

Diagram for Addiction Meditation that Came to Ken Sheetz in a Dream in 11.1.10

Suddenly I saw my father having a Guiness in bar in heaven.  He downed half a glass and with a pleased look of satisfaction said, “Enough.”

Then Dad smiles at me as he pushed away from the heavenly bar.  I shouted this vision to the group and asked if anyone else was seeing visions or feeling something.  A young man shouted, “I see a new golden leaf!”

“Yes!”  I shouted back like an excited kid.  “New growth for the Golden Age that dawns here today!  I see the DNA beginning to shift!”

Sarah Wellborn’s amazing song of alien sounding stopped.  She paused and said, “This next one is very playful.  It’s for the elementals.” Her song for the elementals that followed was so playful and joyous that it kept me from getting to serious over my Dad’s Guinness appearance at the wheel. Not at the wheel but in a dream the next morning I would see these brown muddy fields we stood filled with grass of a green spring and thousands of white elementals dancing about Lee’s medicine wheel.  The playful white creatures looked a like the elementals in SPIRITED AWAY, only not so weird.

The shift was on, as singer Shawn Gallaway had sung the night before at the Lee’s Conscious Music before a packed crowd of 300.

Later I’d tell my middle brother only the part of my vision of Dad pushing away after half a Guinness, who before the trip to Nashville had expressed complete disbelief in this DreamShield meditation’s ability to heal earth’s addiction.  My brother, who been an even bigger cynic than me about this addiction meditation, was touched and said, “Yeah, Pops never left a drink half-finished beer in his life.”

It’s my deepest wish and desire that we accomplished the mission of freedom for the earth from all addiction.  But for me and my family the vision of Dad in heaven satisfied with his half Guiness means more to me than all my visions since May in 2010 put together.  Sorry, Virgin Mary and host of angels.  I’m just being honest here while thanking you for all your blessings and help.

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1.1.11 Happy New Age!

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, Abraham Lincoln, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, Pyramid, UFO, Uncategorized1 Comment
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”
— Julia Child

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

Confession:  For a guy who runs a social media company I’ve not been very social.  But I found my groove at the groovy 1.1.11 Butterfly Meditation DreamShield event at diva Laura De Leon’s amazing home with her amazing hubby Bob Jenkis, who is one of Hollywood’s top editors, and the help of the always playful Dr. Sarah Larsen.

At the global 10.10.10 event I spent the better part of my time hiding behind the camera and in my hotel room running the 24 hour webcast on my Mac.   But 1.1.11 was different.  I am stepping up into my role as a spiritual leader and visionary, shy though I still am.

To help me step up, Laura did some amazing healing on me, one where I could see in my mind’s eye that she removed a dragon of red energy that was wrapped around my core.  Visit Laura at MysticMuse.com And with Sarah at Dr.SarahLarsen.com, who guides me to be more social almost daily.  Add to that since Mt. Shasta, with Marta and Mica where we’ve held a place of love that we are keeping up through the  solar eclipse on 1.4.11 and beyond.

More prep, Sarah and I went on a huge shopping trip on 12/31/11 and gathered the list of stuff for the 1.1.11 party only to learn at the cashiers they did not take Visa, the card my roomie loaned me, and Sarah had forgotten her wallet.  Costco was kind enough to put our cart in storage and we headed to Laura’s for a rehearsal and we swung back for the stuff later and I kept my cool.

This may not sound like a big deal. But my style of work as a producer, and former real estate developer who built Oprah’s studios, is all about precision through plans, schedules and budgets. So in the past this Costco hiccup would have freaked me out.  Instead, I enjoyed the comedy and beauty of the coming together of all this.  Sarah is about going with the flow and Laura is a meticulous performer.  So we made a great team for this important event.  It was such an honor to stand beside a great performer and healer like Laura De Leon, the band and Sarah.  There no more hiding in the New Age.

Here’s a taste of the amazing Butterfly meditation party at Casa De Leon.

And let me share the vision I had during the meditation and a promise to share in the moment for the next event tomorrow, the solar flare meditation on 1.4.11, we formed a new universe with the power of the Infinity Cookies for our friends here on earth to explore and enjoy. 1.1.11 was the birth of the Butterfly Universe!

Here’s the recipe for the heavenly DreamShield Infinity cookies that came from the Celestials.  Make some of your own and grow the Butterfly Universe!  Special thanks to Nadia Avalero for cooking this up based on the recipe from above.

DreamShield Infinity Cookies: Love is the Secret Ingredient

DREAMSHIELD INFINITY COOKIE

Organic, Raw, Vegan 

1 cup Chia seeds
…1/2 cup Shredded coconut
1 cup Walnuts
1/2 cup Sugar Cane Crystals
1/4 cup Coconut Oil
TT Cinnamon
Pinch Sea Salt
TT Sesame seeds
Water, to consistency

Separately finely grind chia seeds, coconut shreds and walnuts in coffee grinder. Mix all with melted coconut oil, water (add mixture is too dry), sugar crystals, cinnamon and sea salt.

Form into desired infinite shape with infinite love. Top with sesame seeds and refrigerate. Enjoy when solidified!

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MERLIN AT THE DREAM INN

On By Ken SheetzIn 2012, DreamShield, Mt. Shasta, Planetary Meditations, UFO, Uncategorized1 Comment

No man, no matter how great, can know his destiny.  He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold.  –  From the ScyFy TV Series MERLIN

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

The all night 9 hour ride from LA passes quickly and smoothly on a cloud of joy and love.  After a snowy ride into Mt. Shasta and breakfast at the Black Bear Cafe, our 4 person part of the dream team heads over the Woodsman Inn to check in.  But the rooms we had booked are not ready because the heavy snows kept the housecleaning staff away.

After checking with the Dream Inn where I had stayed in November we are all set.  Dr. Sarah Larsen, Mica Monet and Marta all love the fact we have a floor of a house all to ourselves; complete with a two bedrooms, a full bath, kitchen, living room and dinning room, all filled with spiritual knickknacks.

Mt. Shasta’s pure air fills me with energy.  And even after going 36 hours without sleep Sarah and I venture across the street and film this video.  Sorry for the time warp in the title.  I was going to fix it but I love the fact it’s 12/20/2012, eve of the New Age.  A Shasta Vortex adventure indeed!

Filming finally made me became sleepy.  After 36 hours without sleep I was out like a light.  This was perfect as we were going to be up most of the night for meditation in a lunar eclipse meditation pyramid that was built on 9/9/09, just for groups like our looking to raise Earth’s vibration.

I began to dream about reporting to the Galactic Council in a giant auditorium in a great cavern beneath Mt. Shasta…

M.E.R.L.I.N.

Ben Stiller from The Oscars

The snow storm and cloud cover was doing a fantastic job of hiding our spaceships that had come for this meeting. A meeting of all the worlds fostering intelligent life in this galaxy to take a vote on Earth’s freedom and admission as a protected world of the Galactic Federation.

I am once again Ohom, a 7 foot tall blue being with wings, pleading before the full council of a rainbow of alien races.  A few creatures bigger than whales, housed in great tanks, are scattered in an alien crowd that George Lucas would love.  I almost wake up to my human Ken Sheetz form at that thought but fight to remain with the council as Ohom.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Galactic Federation Council, I implore you to vote with your hearts. Vote for Earth, not only as protected world, but to lift the veil of forgetfulness from all its inhabitants.”

Grak, my Reptilian nemesis interrupts me, as always, “Madame Chairman!  Can we please stop this infernal game?  I weary over a program Ohom himself designed, put himself into and forgot he forgot.  The cursed MERLIN.”

All eyes of the council turn to me.

“I was Merlin?”  I say.

A Lumarian in the front row can no longer contain his laughter and soon the entire cavern beneath Mt. Shasta roars with the thunderous laughter of thousands of beings from all across the galaxy.

Grak glares at the Lumarian who stops laughing along with the crowd, “MERLIN is not a person but a program.  A cursed program that you yourself devised to create the veil of forgetfulness.  The legend of Merlin was created as a way to help you remember on this very day.”

“Ha.  You can’t toy with me, Grak.”  I say not sounding very confident.

More roars of laughter before I can open my mouth again.  A stab of pain takes me to my knees and the laughter stops.  And suddenly I remember…

“Dear God, MERLIN.  It wrote the code.  M.E.R.L.I.N.: MIND, ERASING, RANDOMIZER, LINEAR….  LINEAR.  Too painful.  Can’t remember the rest.”

Grak leans over me, his snake like tongue darts out.  For a second it’s terrifying but then I see the pity in his orange and black eyes. “LINEAR, INFINITE, NULLIFIER.  That last part of the spell, old friend, your spell for confusing the head Chakra of the Earth, has nullified you from seeing all the good my Reptilian race has done for this world and for you.”

“But you killed Cara.  Last council!”

My lover, beautiful Cara, stands in the crowd and giggles and blows me a kiss. “Ohom! Here I am!”

“How?!” I shout overjoyed.

“The Randomizer part of your damn Merlin program, it bedazzles the mind with false memories.  I’d no sooner kill Cara than you, old friend. Remember our young days in Atlantis? Think!” Shouts Grak into my face while shaking me with his great strength.

A thousand memories flood into my mind in an instant: A young Ohom and a young Grak swimming with Dolphins, playing dice in a casino on the moon, teaching caveman humans to make fire…

“Yes!  Grak, my brother! How can I have forgotten?” Now it’s my eyes that fill with tears.  Tears of shame.

Grak hugs me to him.  He’s nearly 2 feet shorter and his skin feels like a basketball I had as the human child Ken Sheetz.

Grak’s dazzling Reptilian eyes look up to me, “Wanna know the really sad thing, Ohom?”  To my fervent nod Grak says,”Come sunrise you forget about MERLIN and we will all Randomize and start this nightmare over again for the millionth time.”

Cara shouts from the now somber crowd.  “We are all stuck in an endless jumbled non-linear time loop, Ohom.  You must crack the Merlin code to free not just Earth, but the Universe.”

But before I can ask how to begin a sound wakes me with a start that takes away my breath.

KNOCK, KNOCK!  BACK AT THE DREAM INN

I awake, back at Dream Inn, Ken Sheetz an aging overweight filmmaker once again.  Me.

I stumble around in the dark looking for where the knocks are coming from.  Dr. Sarah Larsen and Mica, Marget are nowhere in site. I remember they have headed off for a hot spring. I open the door and a lovely woman, covered in snow, introduces herself as Saralise.

Saralise is passionate about the great work she is doing in Mt. Shasta as she urgently speaks to me.  But with only 2 hours sleep her words are not getting through to me.  She tries to brief me on Mt. Shasta’s important mission in the New Age to come but she may as well be briefing a brick wall.

Soon the dream team ladies are back and all are chatting with Saralise  All this is a blur to me as I write.  The dream of the MERLIN Program is more clear and shocking.

“I am crazy?” I wonder in my dream addled mind to myself as the girls chatter. To imagine I was an alien responsible for so much misery on this world caused by our forgetfulness of past life experience is a horrible shock.  It’s then I realize that this revelation is more the reason for my disconnect with Saralise than the exhaustion of the 9 hour ride from LA.

We have a little time left for some late dinner before our planetary meditation in the 20 person capacity plywood pyramid and head off for a Thai restaurant in town in the snow.

As the snow whip at the windshield like shooting stars and my dream team of light workers chatter I am happy knowing my life has become more exciting than any movie or dream.  It’s the dawn of the new era in human consciousness and we are in Mt. Shasta to meditate on healing the ozone layer.

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TECTONIC VISION AT MT. SHASTA

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“Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions.” – Edgar Cayce, American Psychic 1877-1945

Dream Blogger – Ken Sheetz

November 10, 2010.  I awake in Mt. Shasta City, in Northern California, after a night of amazing “downloads”, as Reiki master Dorothy Donahue calls them.  I’d been doing social media via my BuzzBroz.com service for 6 months for a show called LIFE CHANGES with Filippo and in exchange was blessed to take some amazing trips — no drugs Dorothy simply uses her awakening gifts, LED glasses and drumming — on her couch.

Dorothy’s light induced trance journeys began the awakening of my higher self that’s been revealing itself now for 9 months, culminating in the vision in Italy and all the after visions of that have become DreamShield: Planetary Meditations for a Gentle 2012.

It was on Dorthy’s magic couch that I began to see the codes of many cultures, pyramids, spinning DNA strands and decks of alien spaceships that have filled much of my nightly dreams to this day and propelled this 58-year-old former real estate exec with over $1 billion of experience into the New Age head-first.

Night at the bed and breakfast, discovered by Cali Rosen for our three person dream team, is pleasant to say the least.  My soft king sized bed is far more comfortable than the hard tiny twin I sleep on at a charity client, The Cool Change Foundation, that I donate social media in exchange for rent for in North Hollywood.

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I try to process scores of amazing dreams that I had channeled in the clear crisp Mt. Shasta night air at this B&B aptly named The Dream Inn.  The air is so fresh my smog abused lungs are thrilled with every clean breath.

As I shave I look at the spiritual guy in the mirror who I barely recognize from my old corporate self.  A corporate self that caused me to doubt for many months the angelic mission I was sent on in May of this year in Italy at a SoulDrama group meditation.  An angelic mission that asked me to honor the dates of 10/10/10 with a global web celebration.

After months of putting it off I finally got on the job and DreamShield 10/10/10 became a huge success with live coverage from LA, Nashville, home of sponsors Spirit Recovery and Princes Know it All and Greece, plus a non-filmed 3 day event in Italy

Conferring with Dr. Sarah Larsen, my lovely co-host for the LA event that had drawn 200 guests, I told her of my hopes that I’d not be called to do more work for DreamShield until 11/11/11, the next huge binary code date.  But here I was waking up over coffee at The Dream Inn, about to do 4 more planetary meditations over the next 2 days with Hollywood power couple Cali and Chris Rosen and the angels.

Over breakfast I ask Dave, keeper of the B&B, if he’s ever seen a UFO.  He chuckles “No!” and we learn, despite his place looking so heavenly, that Dave does not believe in any of the legends of Mt. Shasta. Though he shares with us the New Age legend that Mt. Shasta is thought to have once been part of Atlantis, back in the Pangea era.  The grounded Dave Ream is a great host and the place is named for him, D for David mixed with Ream, his last name, makes the “D-ream” for the Dream Inn.

Dave and Chris hit it off best, as Dave believes, like Chris, that none of the UFOs or spiritual stuff said to happen regularly on the American mecca of a mountain is true.  Including a tale Dave shares of Mt. Shasta being the Native Americans’ Garden of Eden where the first Native American was created by God, stepping down from heaven onto the great snow capped mountain peak.

This doubting Thomas of an inn keeper is clearly not what I expected to find at Mt. Shasta, but I somehow find it grounding in this fantastical place.  Chris’ spiritual and ET doubts, however, I am well prepared for having gotten to know Chris over the past few days.  Chris shares, over a course of grapefruit, that he has never in all his hundreds of hours air time, as a jet pilot and vet, ever encountered a UFO.  I realize as I write that this is perhaps a big part of what makes Chris cynical about DreamShield’s ET/angel work.

In spite all Chris’ doubts, he has come along to support his wife Cali who loves the work.  So it’s amazing that time after time later, on this three person DreamShield excursion, that it will in fact be Chris who notices the angel signs we are on the right path.

On the gorgeous 9 hour drive up to Mt. Shasta I had gotten an angelic message that Castle Crag State Park is to be the site of the first Mt. Shasta meditation.  Dave’s wife Lana tells us about a dirt road where we can get into the park the back way and save on Park fees.  We are grateful given we are all filmmakers on a tight budget.  So we finish up our Eggs Benedicts and we’re on our way, Cali at the wheel.

Exiting the 5 onto the narrow paved road fronting Soda Creek, it quickly becomes  little more than a dirt goat path. One wrong turn of the SUV and we are in for a crash.  But Cali holds the course until we reach a dead end about 5 miles in at a place, not kidding, called Dream Ranch.  There are so many “No Trespassing!” signs that we have no choice but to turn back.

But on the way to the dead end I had fortunately spotted what looked like a cool meditation spot beside the fresh rapids of the Soda Creek we turn back for.  Driving slowly, we wind our way to a small clearing nestled nestled in the pine forest beside the Soda Creek.

The circle of rocks sitting squarely at the center of the clearing seems the place to meditate.  When Cali suggests we perch upon the rocks I’m a little wary.  Last night’s light snow has left the rocks slippery.  But I manage, as you can see in the photo at the top of this post, to overcome my old corporate conservative ways and climb atop the rocks.

We gaze up into the little forest clearing to the blue sky and invite the angels to do the work, work which they actually started in LA at the other end of the San Andreas fault line in Tujunga Park begins…

VISION FOR TECTONIC PLATE ACTIVITY REDUCTION

I am blessed on this project with an angelic editor who was a great TV writer in life, he’s telling me to let the video do the talking now.

ANGELS SHUTOUT DOOMSDAY!

After we finish the planetary meditation to reduce tectonic and earthquake activity I am so moved by the work that I am nearly in tears.  This angel powered planetary work is so pure and powerful it cannot be described in words.  The closest I can come is the feeling of a million invisible Super Bowl fans cheering you on.

The angels love this DreamShield work and I love what they are doing for our world to ensure the negative 2012 visualizations we are having crammed down our throats by the mainstream media daily are totally canceled out.

Yes, in the end, come 2012, DreamShield’s success will be measured by the things that never happen, from asteroids not hitting us to nuclear wars that never occur.

A hard thing to measure, that which does not happen.  Easy thing, in fact, to say nothing was done at all if you are a cynic.

I’m glad I don’t have to be a cynic anymore.  My faith in the work, experiencing it’s magic first hand, has transformed me forever.  I’d really be a fool for it not to.  I am blessed to have my faith in more than what meets the eye restored since the vision for a gentle 2012 in Italy took over my life.

In the world of angels there is no such thing as time.  2012 has already happened and the angels’ work, facilitated by humanity, has succeeded.  There is no need or place for doubt or fear in this good work.  And DreamShield I am happily learning is but one player in many such positive meditations happening on the binary dates all over the world.

But back on Mt. Shasta as the meditation’s vortex where the Soda Creek was diverted to cool the earth’s core is closed, unlike some of my other DreamShield meditations, I am sad I am not seeing visions of angels.  No sooner do I utter those words to Cali when some distance out of earshot Chris points out angel shaped flying clouds over our meditation spot!

And there would be more signs like this photo to the right and top of the blog that I developed at few days later where angelic orbs we saw in the visions can be clearly seen.

“Moisture from the snow,” the skeptics will say.

Ah, but my new self answers, “Does it really matter if the angels made that moisture appear at just the perfect angle on the camera’s lense to see the image of an angel?”

There’s no time to ponder doubt at Mt. Shasta on 11/10/10.  Our little dream team of three must now race to a dormant volcano some miles from the Soda Creek back road we are on and we must get there within the hour of 1PM!

As we hurry to the SUV I spot at piece of plastic tape with magic marker letters scribbled on it that seems to hold an angelic message for Chris.  More on that next blog “Volcanic Vision at Mt. Shasta.”