If you’re new to the blog you know I’ve been given the monumental task of holding a space for love in the collective consciousness for, of all people, one Donald J. Trump. I was assigned this odd challenge, a nearly impossible task for an independent voter like me, by an intergalactic spirit guide named OHOM; short for Open Heart Open Mind.
Loving Trump and his equally off key followers is a lesson OHOM tells me is needed for the planet and my own mastery. I can hear my Irish grandmother, warning from the afterlife, “See, Kenny. I told you not to talk to ghosts!” To which I reply back, “But aren’t you ghost now Grandma?” Silence.
It’s, as you can imagine, a super tough mission. Tougher even than my 2012 trip to do 24 meditations, one dedicated to each time zone of the world, as near as I could get to the South Pole in Antarctica. Shameless plug, I filmed the adventure and it’s become a cult hit in the conscious community. In fact. conscious leader, world famed psychic Maladoma Some’ PhD, in a private session, predicted my Antarctica meditations will be admired and studied for decades.
While OHOM, on the other hand, tells me quite the opposite. The blue-skinned ET advised me before I even set out for Antarctica that few people will ever believe the twenty-four 12.12.12 meditations, which we co-created in the land of ice and snow, will ever get much recognition for what any planetary good they did.
I’m cool with either prediction. You can the watch the movie here. THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12 has, so far, toured the Southwest US, sometimes to sold out crowds or to nearly empty theaters. Thereby manifesting both realties of the Some’ and OHOM predictions at once.
Anyway, back to my testy love assignment for the benefit of, “Mr. How in the Hell Can He Still be President?” As I mentioned earlier, I’ve been assigned the “uber” tough task to hold space of love for Trump, along with his protestor punching followers. Sometimes, I almost succeed with help of my yogini Elizabeth, who went to the Trump Inauguration with me.
But most times it’s far too easy to fall into anger. Give me a break please, because I’ve not liked Trump since reading his dickish book THE ART OF THE DEAL in the 80s. Not to mention a 24/7 mass media Trump feeding frenzy none of us can escape.
So I’ve been asking for help a lot these past two years. Spirit guide Robin Williams told me in 2016, reported here on the blog, that Trump’s presidency would be hilarious. True at times. Terribly not true most times. But the great comic spirit has been short on material for me. Perhaps his current incarnation as a killer whale makes him less funny? Sorry, Robin.
Yeah, Trump is even tough for comedy master Williams to cope with. For example, Trump appearance at the UN where he was a laughing stock for bragging he’s America’s best prez ever. Later he claimed he was playing the UN crowd for laughs. I call BS. The man does love his lies. I saw the crowd began laughing at Trump then laughed deep in relief when the isolationist dictator wannabe took it in stride.
Happily, last night I scored some fresh inspiration to help with the thorny meditations on Trump. It came in the form of author and comedian Steve Bhaermna, whose stage names is Swami Beyondananda. He had the crowd in stitches at the Sedona Creative Life Center last night. He’s the author of funny, yet deep, book called SWAMI FOR PRECEDENT.
Here Swami speaks of heeling Trump from Ahole to Be whole.
And, again, here’s Swami Beyondananda on a very cool panel.
Getting back to the blog title I came up with this morning, inspired by last night’s insightful comedy by Swami Beyondananda: WFT? – What’s Trump For?
I meditate that Trump is a fun house mirror, drawing humanity’s deepest negative energies to the surface for healing. That the Brooklyn bad boy is here to show us all that rules are made to be broken.
OK, that’s all I can muster during the stench of his newly minted tax scandal and mocking of Ford to get a man accused of being a drunken rapist onto the Supreme Court. I send Trump and his loyal as hell followers love while I break a sweat and make a run for toilet.
When I first saw OHOM (which stands for Open Heart Open Mind) in 2010 after a healing session that took place in a yoga ashram in Italy, he laid on the empty mat beside me. In shock I touched the fabric of his gown. It was of an otherworldly texture, like fine diamonds encrusted.
Soon I was swept from the yoga into a vision joining OHOM and two of his ET companions, high above the earth. We each flew in opposite directions building a two pair of Tesla wave energy bands. One pair ran east west and the other north south. The energy was so intense I saw the walls of the yoga hall explode and to be sucked into space.
Afterwards I’d shakily interview the others in our healers workshop group. No one but me had seen OHOM and his two ET associates who joined our healing group together.
Just as I was calming down from this epic vision and settling into a hotel Ohom spoke to me for the first time. He put my fears to rest that I was losing my mind using the space between his words as he instructed me:
OHOM: On 10/10/10, 11/11/11 and 12/12/12 I would like you to host a series of meditation events across the world to strengthen the energy bands we built today into the DreamShield.
ME: But I barely know how to meditate. How can I host a meditation event?
OHOM: You’ve been getting ready your whole life. Just invite the people and it will happen.
It did happen. I hosted a live meditation event on 10/10/10 with Dr. Sarah Larsen and joined with web events we linked to in Nashville, Greece and LA.
And I’d go onto to host events on 11/11/11 in LA and travel to Antarctica on 12/12/12 to host the CoolestMeditationEver, which became a feature documentary that is still touring the world. Please watch the film on Vimeo and support our ongoing planetary meditations.
During Mercury Retrograde it’s almost impossible for me to get in touch with my number one spirit guide Ohom. For newer readers, Ohom is a 7 foot plus tall blue angelic being from a world called Nektar in the Orion star belt, located in the 16th dimension, who I connect to telepathically.
The world of Nektar has an icy climate, much like Antarctica’s. There it is insect life that evolved into the ruling intelligence deep beneath the planet’s frozen surface in nurturing geothermal pockets. Nektarians like Ohom have no need for spaceships and travel the multi-quantum realms of time and space using their powerful hive mind.
Ohom has been my guardian angel since my near drowning at age 4 when he helped a lifeguard see me as I sank beneath the waters of Devil’s Lake. But I did not become consciously aware of Ohom’s presence until I had an awakening vision of the DreamShield in 2010 in Italy, a short 8 years ago.
Ohom’s advice about where and when to perform planetary meditations at critical times to aid in humanity’s evolution have taken me and my love Elizabeth to exotic destinations like Sedona, where we now live, Italy, Nashville, the pyramids of Egypt, The Bahamas, Antarctica in 2012 and more.
In 2017 Ohom challenged me and Elizabeth to hold a space of love for Trump and his supporters in the crowds at his inauguration. A hard task for me. Trump’s has a way of getting under my skin in his daily Tweet storms and media appearances.
But today, on this Labor Day 2018, I did so well in my meditations on Trump I actually manifested a coffee with Trump. Over key lime pie at the Chocola Tree I stayed in a solid space of compassion for our crabby grandpa of a president. The photo of my Trump coffee break closes this blog. Try not to skip ahead!
Back to Ohom. When Mercs get us out of touch, Ohom sends a variety blue birds to watch over me. They make themselves seen and heard with their beautiful calls.
Retrograde finally ended for Mercury ended August 19th but Mars retrograde trailed on into this week. I finally got back in touch fully with Ohom last night. Here’s beautiful new wisdom he’s offered:
Good and evil form a negative/positive infinity loop that powers all of reality.
A disability in one reality is a talent in another.
The North and South poles are quantum reality convergence nodes. This causes magnetism.
A “hard Jump” is a timeline hop of extreme states, like shifting from a peaceful reality to war filled one.
The brain is an energy snake. Different frequencies equal incarnations.
The root of all comedy is laughing at yourself in different timelines.
Looping over timelines is a way to achieve mastery and laugh at your prior ignorance.
Great stuff. Thanks, Ohom. Here are visions and codes Ohom sent me last night as well.
MY PHOTO OPP WITH TRUMP
As promised above, here’s a photo of my coffee with Trump today. Yuri Trump that is. Yuri is a former personal trainer and now a superb Jeep salesman. He’s the guy I bought my new Rubicon from.
The three of us talked at length today over coffee and mimosas about President Donald Trump chances at reelection or impeachment. What made the chat especially enjoyable is the fact Yuri’s pal Dennis is a lawyer with a kindred fascination in politics. Our talk came out leaning more to fact DJT is likely to be in office until 2024.
Cool. So if we are right I can keep mastering love for someone I’ve disliked since the 80s for another 6 years in the form of Donald Trump. Mastery is a bitch.
Already the #1 best-seller on Amazon before its original January 9th 2018 release, FIRE AND FURY, by Michael Wolff, is perhaps destined to be a historic book marking the beginning of the end for the Trump presidency.
The book released January 5th, four days ahead of schedule after Trump sought to block its release yesterday. It sold out in less than 20 minutes after midnight at a DC bookstore where a line of eager politicos waited in the cold to be the first to own FIRE AND FURY.
Why am I so sure Trump is effectively finished as president? Two reasons.
One: Because Wolff had the full access of a Tom Yates level, an author character where art imitates life in HOUSE OF CARDS, to the reality show known as the Trump White House. What’s particularly damning is that the Trump administration players’ quotes that Wolff patiently gathered from Election Night through 2017, most notably profane gems from Steve Bannon, were captured on hundreds of hours of tape.
Two: I admit I am biased and I simply want this nightmare to be over. So I couldbe all wet on this. I was furious election day. I have disliked Trump dating back all the way to the 80s when I was something of a real estate mogul myself, building Oprah’s Harpo and a $162 million skyscraper.
The deepest Bannon barb from the book describes the Trump Tower dumb as dirt meeting between the president’s less than brilliant son Don Jr. and a group of Russians during the 2016 election campaign as “treasonous” and “unpatriotic.” Trump’s reaction to Bannon’s quotes in the book might have looked like this art.
My opinion as a filmmaker that’s covered politics on film for over 20 years is that this tell-all of all tell-all books — compounded with the ever-widening Mueller Russia investigation — makes Trump a dead-as-a-cheeseburger-walking-president.
The history making book also recounts how Ivanka and Jared got drawn into all this by their aspiration for her to be America’s first woman president one day. She’s even quoted making fun of her father’s disaster-waiting-to-happen comb over.
I do want add to my post here after finishing the book that it ends rather weakly. It’s almost two books and the ending reveals Wolff had more access to the toady Bannon than Trump. So what we have is dynamite first half a book, when Bannon was riding high, and Wolff had more access, followed by weaker second half where we see no deeper into Trump than a day looking at the news could give you.
LOOKING DEEPER THAN THE BOOK
“So what does all the Trump insanity and decadence mean on a spirit plane?” I ask my ET spirit guide Ohom. But it’s earthly spirit guide Robin Williams I first tune in on from the Pacific where he is a reincarnated female blue whale, “Told you Trump’s presidency would be hilarious, Kenster!”
Ohom sighs deeply, answering my call for clarity, “Robin is right. Keep a sense of humor about it all, Ken. Trump is symptom of deeper problems in your culture as a whole that his leaving office will not solve.”
I telepathically answer Ohom, “Hard to swallow that when Trump is trying to provoke a war with North Korea to distract the people.”
“Trump has fulfilled his purpose to expose the dumbing down of your country, rampant racism, sexism, a corrupt congress, corporatocracy and more. His work is done even if he still uses your insane legal system to tie up his dismissal until the end of 2020. Meanwhile, fulfill your mission. Keep sending him and he supporters love as you did at his inauguration,” says Ohom, echoing in my mind with that cool reverb effect his inter-dimensional communication creates.
“I’ve been wondering why you sent us to Trump’s swearing in, Ohom, ” I say over the web here and in my mind with no small amount of annoyance, realizing this has been blocking my connection to Ohom of late.
“Same as I always tell you, Ken. When you ask me over and over again. Hold a space of unconditional love in the midst of the field hate and rage. That’s mastery,” says Ohom sounding a bit more testy than I’ve ever heard him.
“Wait. Hate and rage equals ‘Fire and Fury.'” It’s all starting to fit. Sorry to be so dense. Ok, Ohom my new old/friend. I’ll promise to keep holding a space of love that will help bring a peaceful end to Trump’s hopefully short presidency. Um, even though that’s hard as hell at times.”
My past life Hopi self, Laughing Skies, adds with a chuckle, “Hard? Why hard, Ken? Trump is simply a symbol of the dying energy of the old ways that destroyed my people,” sounding quite amused at my difficulty mastering the chaos of the Trump shift.
“You won’t be laughing if a desperate Trump starts a war with Kim Jung Un,” I grump inwardly.
“Ha! Trump and Un are already as dead and one corpse cannot kill another,” says the Hopi shaman I once was.
I decide I am not going to win this debate over Trump and all he represents, so I fully my consciousness return to this sunny January 4th 2018 at my trusty Mac.
Well, dear reader, I don’t take comfort that Zombie stories did not exist in Laughing Skies’ time 1000 years ago here in Sedona where many, besides me, thankfully meditate for peace in these troubled times. But here’s to hoping my guides, cosmic and earthly, are right.
During the turbulent Nixon era we really only had one comedian giving us political humor; Johnny Carson. Johnny was the pioneer in this art of taking the days headlines and mining them for laughs.
Leno followed in Johnny’s political humor footsteps along with Letterman. But political comedy would come to full bloom under the great Jon Stewart.
My spirit guide Robin Williams told me during the elections that a Trump presidency would be “hilarious.” Indeed, the epic comic turned blue whale in his next life as I have channeled, was right. Under Trump the political humor has been hilarious from Steven Colbert, Seth Meyers, Jimmy Kimmel, Bill Maher, Samantha Bee, Trevor Noah, John Oliver, Conan O’Brien, Alec Baldwin, Jimmy Fallon, James Corden and more up and comers. But the joke of Trump is getting very old very fast. Overexposure is a law of reality.
Looking deeper to my Trump rubber necking, add the 24/7 news channels, like FOX, CNN and MSNBC that did not exists in Nixon times, the talk shows like the View. Next add that media is now within my pockets via my cell phone 24/7.
Last, add in social media feeding on itself with Tweets and retweets, FB posts, YouTube pundits right and left where I have my day job for BuzzBroz.com, my social media company and I see it:
What’s amazing, love him or hate him, is Trump’s uncanny ability to eclipse so much of the 24/7 coverage in this ever expanding media world. Now, I don’t know about you, but I sure need a break. I am trying to screen and limit Trump overexposure consciously to 30 minutes per day. That’s still an incredible amount of my day but I was losing hours of work time in the Trump field.
For me my big tension release has been meditation. Back at the start of 2017 my spirit guide Ohom, an ET thought traveler from Nektar, asked me to go the inauguration with my partner Elizabeth transmute fear to love we did it. But since that difficult meditation mission I have to admit I’ve lost my inner place in the Trump fog.
It’s not Ohom’s fault, certainly also not Elizabeth’s, I’ve been sucked into the Trump vortex. The blue Orion never asked me to do more than the spirit work of that one day as regards to one Donald J Trump, which Elizabeth and I did gratefully and with great success. You can see for yourself on our playlist.
No, it’s been my own dislike of Trump dating back to our being peers of a kind in commercial real estate that’s really sucked me in combined with the hypnotic pull seeing the latest stunt he’s pulled thrown in my face 24/7.
Time for me to step away from Trump’s train presidency that polarizing our country. The worldwide media machine profiting off Trump at the expense of real news has the mogul abundantly covered. I step back now to assess if I want to go further with a feature documentary on our LOVE TRUMPS HATE theme we devised for the inauguration. But I will no longer use that film project as excuse for Trump binge watching.
Now that I’ve properly analyzed why I’ve gotten so caught up on all things Trump, a potent combination of my past history of dislike of Trump dating to the 80s, hyperactive media and a hyperbolic president, I am looking forward to returning to my regularly planetary meditations. I seek to do more earthly healing and regain my inner peace.
LOW VIBE TRUMP
Relax, Trump, a master troll, is really not as big as deal as he’d like us think. He, like Obama and Bush, are beholden to the deep state for his marching orders. Witness Trump’s recent flip flop on Afghanistan for recent proof. In reality Trump’s simply the #distractorinchief, keeping us away from paying attention to local news and events while the bad guys rake in the chips.
I will continue to keep a bit of an eye on Donald’s presence in our field. How can’t I with the coverage he gets. But I will do so without sampling the ever expanding variety comedy and news takes on his work.
I hope my meditations on this Trump obsession helps you break free of the Trump vortex too. Keep meditating with us at CoolestMeditationEver.com.
Johnny, I miss you and those sweet simpler times of my youth.
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.
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…
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.”
“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.
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.
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.”
A million people will be in D.C. for the inauguration–all carrying strong and polarized emotional energy–creating a powerful fluid field of energy for seeding 24 intentions for quantum change. The extreme polarization of liberals versus conservatives from the contentious 2015-2016 election cycle show no signs of abating. It’s time for an ‘Inauguration of Love.’
Right now the Trump presidency looks hopeless to most liberals–fears are running wild of attack on, or neglect of civil rights and the environment, and anxiety about looting or warmongering by a cabinet of detached billionaires. While many conservatives are elated, many are worried their world of ‘business as usual’ has been turned upside down by the brash Trump and his Tweets.
Love him or hate him, Trump is about to be our 58th president. Let’s choose love over hate. And do so with a sense of humor.