Close Encounters of the Super-Denier Kind

The Biden transition is nothing short of a transition back to sanity. But it feels like the transition is taking forever because Trump, the king of the bad losers, is making this an ugly hard transition, one fraught with the danger of a civil war. It’s as if all Trump’s hate fostering and insanity of the past 4 years is being wrung out of the dirty dish towel of Trump’s reign. Hang in there.

I’d venture to say that Humankind has never experienced such intense stress, inflicted in particular on the American people, by the delusional leader of a nuclear power who is fully capable of trying to induce the rapture as a committee of one.

Since 2015 I’ve come to expect a unique brand of duplicitous lunacy from Trump and the GOP. But what I did not see coming this week were the 126 seditious House Republicans and 17 AG of other states signing onto a doomed to fail lawsuit filed by a Texas AG, an AG currently under indictment.

Fortunately, SCOTUS put Trump bogus legal claims to bed with not one but two DENIED rulings this past week. So what ‘s keeping all Trump’s delusions about a stolen election going? Greed. He’s found a way to bilk people for a legal defense fund. All while people are dying at the rate of a 9/11 a day of Covid. It’s not ordinary denial… it’s super-denial.

Here’s a story about super-denial on a much smaller personal scale. The names have been changed to protect the innocently delusional.

A 65th 25th BIRTHDAY PARTY

The hot autumn desert sun of 2010 beats down on the strange white domed structure know as the Integretron.

For most of 2010 I’ve taken a deep dive into the Los Angeles New Age community. This dive into the unknown came after beating my head against the Hollywood wall for a decade. A beating that has left me almost penniless and with no true Hollywood friends to show for it. So the open arms of the LA conscious community is welcome. Even if I am often wary of many in the conspiracy-loving community wanting my film skills in barter for healings and room and board.

This weekend I am filming a gathering of about twenty attractive minor celebrities of the LA conscious community, thrilled to be gaining fans and attention on the newfangled tool of social media. Our happy group makes our way up into the dome that sits near California’s Joshua Tree National Park for ceremony in the acoustically perfect interior of the Integretron.

After we all enjoy the great singing of a failed but talented wannabe Hollywood opera star, we’re all gathered by the campfire as the sun sets. I lean to the birthday guest of honor, a senior citizen, let’s call her Myrtle after one of my favorite aunts, and say, “Happy 65th birthday, Myrtle.”

“Don’t wish me that!” Myrtle quips.

“Why not?”

“Because the mother ship is taking me up tonight to be rejuvenated. When you see me in the morning I’ll be a hot young 25!” quips Myrtle without a trace of doubt in her Texas twang.

Now, I’d gotten to know Myrtle well enough in LA to be frank with her, so I say dryly, “It’s cool you’re so sure you’re going to be reverse aged to 25, changing you from too old for me into too young to date, but maybe you want to leave yourself a little wiggle room so that if tomorrow morning you’re still 65 –“

Myrtle cuts me off with a dismissive wave and says to me as if instructing a child,”The ETs teach that to have even a shred of doubt sabotages manifestation.”

That night I did not sleep well in the Integretron. Not because I was even remotely imagining Myrtle would be abducted from our little group up to a spaceship to be reverse aged to 25, but because one of the guest’s snore was amplified to insane level in the perfect acoustic chamber.

Next morning over coffee and pancakes at a Ruby Tuesday’s diner on the way back to LA I managed to not remind the still 65-year-old Myrtle of my warning to leave herself some wiggle room. No worries. Myrtle had worked it all out for the group by announcing over pancakes, “Well, as you can see I am sadly still 65. That’s ‘casue the mothership captain told me the Galactic Council decided not change me back into a 25-year-old.”

“Why not?” I managed to ask with a straight face.

Myrtle grins like a kid caught with their hand caught in the cookie jar but manages to say, sounding unconvinced herself, “‘Cause no one on earth would believe who I really am without a matching new passport photo.”

“Aho,” the snorer from last night, who Myrtle loved like a son, says. BTW, “Aho” is New Age lingo for Amen. And that Aho was all the group cared to say on the matter. Myrtle smiled cockily at me and went back to enjoying her strawberry pancakes.

All these years later as I watch Trump spin his alternate reality that Joe Biden stole the election from play out on the world stage I am reminded of Myrtle and her ability to spin a new web of lies to keep her dream of being returned to the tender age of 25 up to date and active. 2020 and 10 years later and she’s now 75 and still dreaming of a youth rescue mission from the ETs.

Each time Trump loses a court victory, 56 losses in court and counting, like Myrtle he simply creates a new lie to support his waning chances. His willing group of supporters who are playing the game with him then spout those lies to anyone willing to listen.

Don’t buy the lies. Trump will be out of office, short of a civil war, come noon EST January 20th. Until then, if you’re a Trumper, take my advice and leave yourself some wiggle room. As for me. Well, I’ll be hoping for Myrtle’s mother ship to take me a few months into the future to escape this eternal transition back to the sanity of a kinder and gentler America under Biden and Kamala.

Myrtle as I imagine her at age 25 🙂

Meditations on Our Trumpy Times

To give you some idea how challenging meditations on these Trumpy times is for me to be cool about, let’s look all the way back to the 80s. Then I was an ego-driven real estate mogul myself, having transacted over a billion dollars in broker deals, built a $162 million skyscraper, leased 3 skyscrapers and won the Chicago Sun-Times developer of the year in ’91 with the development of the beloved Oprah’s Harpo Studios.

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Me far right in 1991 with Oprah

At that heady time, when I still had a full head of hair, I already disliked Trump. His name plastered on everything he did. His book THE ART OF THE STEAL (in 2105 we’d learn it was ghost written) bragging about his hardball business tactics were totally vulgar to  humble Midwest origins. You see, I come from a blue-collar family. While Trump was born with $100 million liquid cash advantage over me. He has nothing to brag about as far as I am concerned with that head start. But brag he does reminding you of how rich and smart he is at every turn.

And my dislike of Trump was already in full bloom before Trump’s string of bankruptcies that resulted in a lot of regular Joes getting stiffed and his “sad” show THE APPRENTICE.

I didn’t think it possible, but Trump became even more dislikable to me from his dirty 2015-2016 campaign. Throwing his fellow Republicans under the bus, which he mercilessly name-called on his way to his Crooked Hillary phase of the campaign.

So when Trump unexpectedly triumphed on election night I was in shock like the rest of the planet. This despite the fact both Elizabeth and I abstained form voting. Neither Hillary, and her corrupt old-school ways, or Trump the wild card ego maniac held any appeal. Plus, I’d like to think we are both awake enough in the shift to realize politics are the ultimate Fake News while the coporatacracy robs us blind.

Meditation has soothed the seas of my stormy childhood, but all the rage of losing a fortune in the real estate crash of 1991, where I played it clean and gently to make sure all vendors were treated fairly, unlike Trump did screwing so many in his bankruptcies, simmered all night.

On my morning hike the day after the election of President-Elect Trump, Elizabeth was shaken but nonetheless ready to move on with life. But me, Mr. Coolest Meditation Ever? I exploded like a tsunami. I bellowed into the morning sky…

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My angry ego swelled to meet with Trump’s in the powerful Sedona energy field, world famed for absorbing negativity. But, holy crap, I was such a raging grouch about Trump’s win! I ranted top of my lungs, wondering who he could win without the popular vote like Bush did in 2000? All this after he called on Russia to hack Hillary’s emails in a debate? Why wasn’t he in jail for asking foreign power Russia to interfere with our elections instead of the winner?

Oh, right.  Trump later said he was only kidding about Russian hacking help! Yep. Almost as funny as yelling FIRE! in crowded movie theater. Totally illegal by the way.

I was so unhinged in my Trump explosion that Elizabeth, a 17-year military vet left me to my Trump venting for a few hours, seeking a dear friend’s solace. Elizabeth wondered where had her sweet meditating man had vanished to, leaving a Trump-hater in his place?

A few hours later, when Elizabeth came home I had managed to settled down to the point of rationality. After all Hillary could have been worse we said to each other, with her mastery of the backroom politics and hawkish ways.

I shared with Elizabeth that my spirit friend Robin Williams predicted that Trump’s presidency would be “Hilarious!”  Six months of the craziest presidency ever Robin has been proven correct, with a new comedic Renaissance to keep the masses sedated.

I spent the next several days fitfully scouring of the net for answers. All I found were sour grapes from a liberal media, and endless comedy videos were of little to no comfort.  Then one night about 3AM I turned to my spirit guide Ohom for some advice. He had brought me Elizabeth as my perfect mate on such advice before.  After a short meditation, the ET thought traveler spoke to me calmly about the Trump energy that was destroying my peace of mind and that of billions others around the world.

Now, since my ET long-distance telepathic connection began 2010 and I began making films and blogging about it all, I know how nutty this all sounds to someone new to spirit work.  But having a spirit guide like Ohom is quite ordinary in the conscious community. Indeed, quantum physics is proving how connected the universe really is.  Distance is not as big an object as we’ve been led to believe. Real or imagined, and I always acknowledge my creative brain could be making ohom up, this guide’s spirit advice is nonetheless always wise.

In fact I believe in Ohom’s cosmic advice most of the time I followed his advice to perform the 24 meditations in Antarctica back in 2012.

At the end of our telepathic space chat Ohom whispered his Trump idea his usual succinct way that I suspect saves on brain bandwidth, “Ken, it would be great if you and Elizabeth went to Trump’s inauguration and held a space to shift fear to love.”

“What?!” was my telepathic reaction.

Ohom remained unshakable. “Ken, it would be great for –”

“I heard you the first time, Ohom.  Look, if you are, as you’ve told me on many an occasions, my higher self, with all due respect… WTF?”

“I have another planet to tend to I must go. Please consider the Trump mission,” said Ohom as I felt him break our connection. Looking back as I write he likely was abrupt for not wanting to be tainted by my negative attitude.

Sensing my restlessness Elizabeth turned to me in bed and said in a sleepy voice, “What’s up, Ken?”

“Ohom was just here.”

“And?”

“He wants us to go to DC for the Trump inauguration and meditate fear to love,” I said drowsily, sleep already overtaking me.

Elizabeth sat up in bed and said in wonder, “That’s brilliant.  Let’s do it!”

“Trump’s not worth it.”

“It’s not for Trump. It’s for humaity,” Elizabeth said while making a quick trip to the bathroom.

As she hopped back into bed and snuggled beside me, I muttered, “But Ohom told me last year when Trump and Hillary were neck and neck that whoever won they were going to have an awakening in office.  So maybe this meditation triggers that for Trump.”

“Doesn’t matter in either case. Let’s just walk into that DC minefield with love in our heart. No fear,” said Elizabeth kissing me, then turning over to go back to sleep.

It was a fitful rest of night’s sleep for me. Filled with dreams of Trump fanatics hassling Elizabeth and me at the inauguration. But through these bad dreams all I began to see how filled with fear I was, still am, about Trump. I realized these meditations Ohom was asking for could be for the sole reducing my personal fear and anger.

Over breakfast Elizabeth and I agreed, having both slept on it, that Ohom’s idea was cool. Elizabeth scored inauguration got tickets from our Democratic AZ congressman, who was boycotting Trump’s big day. And soon we became part of Trump’s “record breaking” inauguration crowd.

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Contrary to much of the mass media’s Fake Fears, no riots were going on in DC.  Soon we had done as Ohom asked us to do, holding a space of shifting fears, deep in the midst of a Trump crowd shouting boos anytime the cameras shifted to a Democrats. And “Lock her up!” whenever Hillary appeared on the Jumbotrons. Of course,Michelle and Obama drew the biggest boos despite a peaceful transition of power of their hero Trump.

We were glad to be done with the hardest meditations, either of us has ever done, or likely will ever do.  We’re honored Ohom felt we were up to the task and we each felt divinely protected. But we were so exhausted we fell asleep on the subway back to our place. In fact, we did not wake up to the end of the line on the opposite side of DC from where we were staying.

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Yes, we knew were participating in the shortest lived presidential honeymoon in US history. Because in less than 24 hours later we returned to DC to film The Woman’s Day protest against the Trump presidency. And it was HUGE as Trump would say.

We were inspired to contrast back to back days with the video OBSERVATIONS IN POLARITY.

To us the passionate protest crowds looked to be twice the size that attended Trump’s big day. Soon the world met Sean Spicer and we were all stunned by his hateful way of dealing with the press for simply reporting the facts of crowd size via the numbers from the National Park Service.  “Fake News” was the Trump tweet-war-cry.

Thus began the delusion field of the Orwellian presidency. 1+1 now equalled three. And that’s where we still are with the new Donald Trump Jr. and the ever growing “nothing to see here folks” meeting with Russia.

Under my repeated questioning of this difficult work that feels like meditations on a hurricane of negative energy with new revelations daily, Ohom simply repeats with infinite patience, “Shift fear to love.”

 

Peace.

 

 

 

 

Full Disclosure

Enjoy a taste of the new introduction I am creating with the help of my love and my new co-producer Elizabeth England.  I am not sure it’s going to work better than my current version; where you meet Ohom, my inter-dimensional guide from the world Nektar in meditation 11.

I am looking for your thoughts about meeting Ohom in the opening intro to THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12.

Vision of Planetary Eco-Meditation

EXT. OUTERSPACE – ETERNAL NIGHT

We pass through a cosmic cloud. KEN Hi, I’m Ken Sheetz, host and filmmaker of THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12. 12. Strange sound/image.

KEN

In earlier versions of this film I worried sharing that my main collaborator on this project — a telepathic space traveler named Ohom, O_H_O_M — might scare some viewers off.

OHOM

Or perhaps you worry a businessman who’s built skyscrapers and Oprah’s Harpo studios who talks to brings from other dimensions might be perceived as a… what is the human term?

KEN

Crackpot?

OHOM

I was thinking more like “visionary”.

KEN

First time Ohom ever bugged me was in a yoga hall in Italy in 2010.

OHOM

Shocked though he was by my 7 foot tall blue skinned insectoid visage —

KEN

Actually, Ohom you disguised yourself as a blue angel.

OHOM

No, Ken.  Your mind was simply not ready to accept my highly evolved  insect race. So your mind chose a comfortable image for me from your childhood memories as a Catholic.

KEN

Yeah, that might have popped my cork seeing you look like a cross between a dragonfly and a 7 foot tall blue skinned human.

OHOM

The Hopi, Egyptians, Indians and accepted us in many blue skinned forms.

KEN

Well, it would take me talking to my friend Barnet Bain, who produced WHAT DREAMS MAY COME and other greats like scientist Patrick Flanagan before I would accept talking to you is a gift not a curse.

END A TASTE OF NEW INTRO.

 

 

1.1.11 Happy New Age!

“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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