I had one of my most epic nights of dream work during the recent blue moon. A dream mission to repair a giant tear in the space time continuum, the assassination of JFK.
In dream I hurtle back in time to November 23, 1963. Reaching this tragic day in American history, I find myself standing on streets of Dallas before an old Zenith television store window, filled with blinking old TV sets playing 1962 TV shows. Ohom, my 7 foot tall blue skinned ET guide, invisible to all but me, waves his hand and the old tube TVs unite to show me a giant screen view of earth from space filled with equations written in the stars. Some equations are in white letters while other are highlighted in red. No scientist, I nonetheless I understand the complex formulas’ meanings intuitively.
Ohom points to the earth/star chart and says, “11.23.62 represents a major rupture in the mutli-verse space time continuum. Note, Ken, what is remarkable about your timeline repair mission is that in all the billions of timelines going forward from the JFK take-out point is that JFK survives in none.”
“JFK, dead in all these timelines? That’s impossible in Quantum physics,” I say, anger at the dark forces creeping into my voice.
“Yes, the JKF timeline tampering by the dark forces evidence is clear as the night of the blue moon out your Sedona bedroom window,” says Ohom, proud of his human counterpart. “Kennedy was far from the perfection you all projected upon him, but his death ended humanity’s best motivator for space exploration and the evolution of a peace loving earth. So the dark forces are taking no chances and sought to end JFK’s survival in any and all timelines.”
“Don’t these evil jerks ever give up?” I gripe to Ohom.
“In a word, no. And there is nothing inherently evil in these “jerks”. Evil is your name for out-balance. — Your DreamShield planetary healing mission, far more dangerous and exciting that the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE film you saw today as an activation of certain skills you need for saving JFK, should you choose to accept it, Ken, is to save JFK for a host of timelines. If you succeed you will turn the tables on the endless war machine America has become and channel that energy into making earth a interstellar traveling world.”
“Ohom, usually you don’t give me this much orientation. What’s up?” I say as respectfully as I can while getting my point across.
“This timeline repair work requires all the lucid dream skills I’ve taught you, Ken. The stakes are high.”
“How high?”
“If you die in this dream rescue of JFK you will die in bed. So are you 100% sure you want this mission?” says Ohom, his kind blue insectoid face troubled.
“Ohom, as a kid I loved JFK and all he stood for. To save President Kennedy in multiple timelines is an honor to attempt, even if I fail. I can think of worse places to die than home in bed.” I say bravely smiling up at Ohom as an old prop plane sails in the Dallas sky above his smiling blue face.
“The dark energies will be more intense on the JFK timeline restoration mission than any dream work you’ve done since the 2011 when you facilitated closing the Bermuda Triangle, Ken. And, as always, none but a faint few of your fellow humans, will believe, as you’ve seen with Antarctica, believe that you have done anything at all, let alone the huge positive impact this will have on your timeline where JFK will remain assassinated in your history. But the positive shifts will be felt almost instantly.”
I nod and the giant Ohom takes me into a buzzing hug. His blue wings a flutter in the Dallas breeze. I feel the sandpaper like gem encrusted texture of his turquoise robe against my cheek and recall the shock of my first time meeting of Ohom in a little yoga hall in Italy in 2010. The first five years of my 50 year mission have passed so fast and so amazingly. I feel new abilities and powers flowing though me from Ohom’s embrace. This is more than a hug, it’s an epic upgrade!
“My dream team and I will be watching over you to guide you to the next life should you fail and die in bed, Ken. As always, Ken, we cannot assist directly in human affairs. Now go save JFK!” says Ohom, vanishing in sparkling swirl of energy.
I head up the street for sounds of the cheering crowd. JFKs motorcade nears and I am filled with such joy to see my childhood hero JFK’s very much alive beaming smile!
I make myself invisible to crowd, JFK and Jackie, the Secret Service and the many gunmen I sense have a bead on the president and his wife Jackie. I slip unseen into JFKs limo and erect a dream shield above all our heads at the exact instant the assassins fire. This force field like is nothing like anything I ever since in film or literature, ripping and pulsating with white and black waves of energy. It easily deflects the bullets meant for JFK. Each ripple of black and white energy represent a new timeline I am creating on this dream mission.
Hearing the shots and screams JFK’s Secret Service team swings into action. Men in black dive onto of Jackie and JFK. The presidential limo screeches off into an alley, hurtling past startled faces in the crowd. More shots! But my DreamShield holds and the bullets spark off harmlessly creating ripples on the shield like a stone cast in a lake.
“Thanks! Who are you?” shouts JFK from under a stack of FBI agents.
Realizing the dream shield work has made me visible, I look down at myself, embarrassed I did not wear pajamas tonight. “Just a friend from 2015, Mr. President.”
“2015?!” shouts Jackie.
Dark beings, only I can see, materialize in the alley ahead the JFK limo, menace in their glowing green eyes. “Sorry, Mr and Mrs. President. My work is not done.” I launch myself into the dark ones and battle like one man wrecking crew as the JFK limo safely escapes from sight.
The leader of dark ones lays beaten on the pavement, his green eyes trying to dig into my soul. “Enjoy this moment, human. But you may find your victory a costly one.” Suddenly I feel deathly ill. Cackling, the leader and his dark ones vanish.
I vomit on the alley pavement. A rat scurries into the shadows in fear. I look at my arms and the veins are growing black. I realize from all I’ve learned from Ohom that I’ve taken on too much dark energy. I curse myself that I’ve yet to master love as force against the dark ones. I am terribly out of balance. My heart is racing. If I die in this condition I am not sure Ohom can even guide me into the afterlife.
Whenever I dream and I need help I fly! I leap into the sky, happy for my blinding speed. Instantly, I circle the earth at impossible speed, I let loose the dark energy in my wake, a total reversal of the energy of light the DreamShield was made of in 2010. The interwoven light and dark Dreamshields each merge into the heavens. Stars and the void.
I hear Ohom in my mind,”A new universe of positive timelines is born. Good dream work, Ken.”
Tears of joy in my eyes to have dreamed of saving JFK, I awake blissfully to singing of the crickets and go the bathroom. Once again I am just my 62-year-old self, badly out of shape self from too much computer work on the NEO Neurophone project. I chuckle and say to myself in the the mirror on my way back to bed, “One day this shit is all going to make sense.”
“The proper tools for the proper job.” – Source Unknown
4:01 AM AZ Time 7.23.14. Covering spirit news is great but the hours suck
After a relatively quite spell for my vision work as a spirit reporter for the unseen and the amazing help earth is getting from ETs and earth angels alike, an odd beat for this former corporate real estate exec to end up with, my visions have been growing in power and number over the past two weeks. I am activating for the end of the doorway of the new Mayan age on 12.13.14 and I am strongly called to back Antarctica, where I made it for 12.12.12 and the coolest meditation ever, still #1 on Google, by the blue Orions of the world Nektar, who have a base deep beneath the ice sheet, on what was once a tropical paradise called Atlantis.
Penguins join my 12.12.12 meditations to save earth.
How life has changed since I wore a suit and tie and earned millions as a greedy corporate worker bee in the hive of Chicago. Back then I had over 300 people working for me a $162 skyscraper called One North Franklin I owned and built-in the heart of the Loop. It was 1991, building Oprah’s Harpo Studios had earned me the developer of the year award. Yet I was unhappy and driven. No amount of money ever seemed enough to fill the black hole inside me.
Just one year later, 1992 I had lost it all in an epic commercial real estate crash that cost me, not only my fair share of the failed skyscraper losses on $80 some million, but an 18 year marriage and that sadly estranged me from two great, but lost-in-the-Matrix, kids. Kids who live in fear that their dad has lost it, seeing and talking to ETs.
Looking back in 1992, and losing it all, I see now I was freed of life as corporate slave by my higher self Ohom. My kids will see this one day, as will my grandkids. Onward and upward. Way upward. High above the earth…
INSANITY ABOARD THE MOTHERSHIP
Last night I found myself aboard a vast research spaceship. a mothership with complete with a living benign zoo filled with holographic dynoramas. The dazzling light speed ship, capable of time and dimension travel, teamed with many races of aliens caring for the experimental zoo. Enough ET races to make Lucas or Rodenberry blush.
As I explored the vast ship many ETs saluted me with pounds to their heart, some in odd places. It was then I realized I was not longer Ken Sheetz. I looked in a mirror and the my blue face beloing ET being Ohom, my higher self grinned. Ken was forgotten. I was Ohom fleet commander.
Nice having a higher self on high places. Right? But this mission was no cake walk or prize. Ohom was extremely nervous, like the fate of the universes depended on his, because it did that night.
Ohom’s multi-race crew had abducted a great many CEO’s, the “hyper success driven” destroyers of the earth, to study in our corporate zoo. The zoo is so amazing the CEOs had no idea they were billions of miles from earth.
Ohom and the team of researcher had at last devised a cure for the insanity virus. A virus foisted on humanity by dark forces out to wreck worlds for reasons unknown ever to themselves. Always there is dark and light in the universe. The light and dark work actually together well when left alone to balance and energize each other. But Earth has been unfairly tampered with in the form of this insanity virus by the dark side, a side that’s ego constantly wants dominion over other. So by the rules of reality the light side is allowed to right this wrong upon humanity.
Time to save humanity from itself, Ohom urged the crew, was running out,”Brothers and sisters of the League of Ghost worlds. Gaia is losing heart with humankind and the greed of their corporations consuming all and making a nightmare of her nature. She worries most about her sea beings that are being slaughtered in countless numbers by radiation from Fukushima, oil exploration gone mad and outright contamination of her oceans by dumping of toxic waster by men who care only for profits and more profits. Humans have proven resistive to all our cures for the insanity virus… so far. Tonight I believe we shall be successful with our CEO test subjects. Let us join our minds and visualize the freeing of humanity this very night!”
A cheer rose up from the alien throng of tireless scientists. A short time later Ohom entered the zoo. He became invisible and strolled into the office simulation of a busy oil CEO speaking curtly to his frumpy virtual reality secretary, “I don’t give a swimming crap about any dolphins our new rig might be killing. There’s no proof of that, Ms. Martinez. Zilch, zero, nada. Just some vegetarian kelp eating hunch of yours. Dolphins be damned. Send the order to the manager of the Orleans rig he’s to be fired if I do not see a 33% increase to oil production by –”
Ohom waved his hand and the oil CEO froze mid-sentence. Ohom deftly reached into the skull of a major oil company CEO, defying the physics of reality. With a quick twist of Ohom’s wrist, a cylindrical brain core protruded about an inch over the forehead of the peacefully resting and clueless oil CEO. Ohoml gently lifted the CEO’s brain core free.
It looked gross, as the missing core left of circular hole, about 3 inches in diameter, in the middle of the forehead of the sleeping exec. The hole extended down to where his pineal gland had also been removed.
The oil company excec’s brain core was filthy with contaminated, bad food, bad water, bad ideas and bad psychic oil. Ohom’s beautiful young assistant, think of a humanoid elephant-form, took the core from Ohom and washed it in a blue gel solution. She had one word to say about the CEO brain core, “Yuck!” Satisfied the core was clean she proudly returned Ohom. He carried it gently, like one might with bomb, to a work station where a dolphin-like being radiated the CEO’s brain core with new information, and tested the core to make extra sure the insanity virus was extinguished.
Ohom turned to a screen that the several thousand strong research crew watch, “Rejoice. Humanity is cured! Please send the signal to Gaia to hold off unleashing her fury upon her human children.”
As aliens hugged and danced for joy, the virtual secretary’s image shifted. Gone was her drab grey suit and frumpy hair style. The secretary shifted into the dazzling beauty known as Gaia, complete with her gown of green and she shouted, “Silence, all of you! As you dance and rejoice over nothing seven whales and seven hundred dolphins have perished to man’s greed! Tell me, Ohom, must we go down this road again of your endless cures that fail? How many more of creatures must die before humanity is cured as falsely promise over and over again?! HOW MANY?”
Ohom hung his blue head sadly and offered, “That I cannot say Gaia. For the insanity virus has had a total grip on humankind for several thousand years now and –”
“Shut up! I am tired of your excuses, Ohom! The humans are my children all seven billion of them, but they are beyond salvation. I must unleash all my furies upon them before they kill all their brother and sister creatures. You are too late!”
“Gaia, please. Be patient just a little while longer,” said Ohom softly.
“What exactly is “A little while longer?” said Gaia glaring deeply into Ohom’s bee-like eyes.
“Um, a cosmic blink of an eye, uh just 46 years more years and you will be so proud of your sane humanity,” said Ohom, awaiting Gaia’s fury.
“46 years? 46 years you expect me to wait for yet another ” insanity cure” of yours to take at last take hold? Why, in the mere seconds we have stood here babbling over one million birds have perished in slaughter houses of corporate farms! What you ask of me, Ohom, and you have asked for eons now on humanity’s behalf, well, this time mercy is not an option!” shouted Gaia in Ohom’s face.
The entire crew watched in horror on the jumbo screen as Ohom mustered all his persuasive powers, “Gaia, my beautiful old friend, extinguish humanity and you extinguish yourself.”
“Ha! I’ve lived for five billion years without humanity upon my world. To use human slang, they are but mere a typo in the blog of my life story. Humanity is nothing more than a missed comma,” huffed Gaia.
“Wrong, earth’s goddess.” said Ohom in a whisper.
“OK. fairly warned. I will take my chances then. It’s far better than sitting idly by for another of your failed cures while my forests and oceans die and I lose billions of years worth of my work!”
“Gaia,” said Ohom taking Gaia’s hand, “We have been friends through millions of my lifetimes in lower form on your world. And aside from my home world of Nektar, your earth is my favorite place to reincarnate. I am one of your dolphins, besides my human form of Ken, and I can tell you we as species will not appreciate you killing our brother and sister humans.” Ohom shifted to a combination of his ET self and dolphin self.
Gaia’s face, nonetheless, remained as firm as the stone of Mt. Everest. The vast spaceship trembled with her simmering rage. All aboard knew if she erupted all would perish. And so did she so she mastered her rage and calmly hissed, “I’ve made up my mind. In time you will all see I am right to wipe out my ungrateful children. Whelps who could have shaken off this virus ages ago if they had the powerful souls they proclaim in their silly religions, another form of their insanity to see themselves as lords of a universe thy barely comprehend. Sick creatures living for thing called money that is not real. It will be a mercy killing to end their rein in terror over all their brother and sister creatures and their vile abuse of my resources, meant to be shared equally!”
Ohom shifted back to his seven-foot tall blue insect-oid angel looking form and said, “Gaia, you know I live outside time and space. And what I have seen is that what you created in humanity has a far greater role than any of us could have ever known…”
Gaia laughed spitefully and cooed sexily, “Oh, Ohom. Hilarious. Now you sound like one the human priests. Fool.”
“Gaia, I have seen humanity, sick as it is, is literally holding all the universes and dimensions together. Destroy humanity and all of space and time across all realities will unravel. This I swear upon my dead world Nektar that lives on outside time,” said Ohom with deep sincerity.
Gaia turned to face the greedy oil exec to process what Ohom had just told her. Tears began to well in her eye and she let loose a scream of agony and frustration that echoed into deep space, where no echo should carry in the vacuum of space.
“Please, Gaia. Return to the simulation. Let the fate of earth, the fate of humanity, the fate of all reality hinge on what final action this oil CEO takes now that he is cured,” said Ohom bravely, not really sure his cure had in fact worked. But there was no other way. The dice must be rolled. The time for words was past.
Gaia wiped her tears and shifted back into being the frumpy virtual reality secretary. Ohom waved his hands and the oil CEO continued bellowing right where he left off, “33% and not and iota of increased production less. And never mention this dolphin crap again!”
The secretary Gaia looked pleased at the clear failure and headed for the office door. Ohom appeared before in a transparent form the oil CEO could not see and whispered, “Ask him again, Gaia. He was mid-thought when I cured him. Momentum of the insanity virus carried him on. Please!”
The secretary Gaia spun on her high heels and said gently, “Mr. Capricorn, have you ever swam with the dolphins?”
The oil exec cleared his throat nervously, wondering what was happening to his drive to conquer any all before him, and said in amazement at his own words, “Can’t say as I ever have, Ms. Martinez.”
“Sir, would you be willing to try? My treat. Dolphin swim on me,” said Gaia as the secretary, hope swelling in her great heart.
The oil exec pondered in pleased confusion, not knowing the fate of his species, all the universes hung on his word and finally he smiled warmly and said, “Ha, by God, do you know how long it’s been since anyone treated me to anything, Ms. Martinez?”
“There’s a beautiful dolphin pen, just five minutes away off Waikiki Beach. I could take you over lunch hour. I’ll even buy lunch, long as it’s vegetarian, ” said the secretary Gaia.
The oil exec chuckled as he ran a hand through his wavy grey mop of hair and said in stunned disbelief of his words, ” And afterwards, if I decide that I don’t give a damn about your precious dolphins, do you promise to stop nagging me?”
“Deal,” said the secretary Gaia shaking the oil exec’s hand.
Ohom froze reality again and Gaia stepped out of the secretary’s body with a deep sigh and said, “46 years, Ohom. 46 years to show me a lot more progress than a dick like this going for a dolphin swim with his secretary.” With a clap of thunder and flash of lightning Gaia was gone and humanity had bought some more time.
I awoke with a start, knowing this was not an ordinary dream, but a powerful vision dream, a download. This really happened on another plane of reality. Though only getting about 4 hours of real sleep I am full of energy and light. And so, dear readers, fellow humans, it’s my joy to share with you the end of corporate insanity is at hand. Ah. No one will likely believe me as usual. That’s the magic of all this hiding in plain sight.
THIS CONFIRMATION CAME IN AS I BLOGGED!
Today the Washington Post ran a story about how the world as we know it almost ended in fact in 2012 from a massive solar flare than barely missed earth. Ohom guided me to hold a save the earth from solar flare mediation event LA’s Gateway with Dr. Sarah Larsen on 1.4.11 to prevent that destruction. And we were not the only meditation team focusing on saving earth from solar flares that day. This project has redundancy upon redundancy, all teams hidden in plain sight and marginalized by the establishment as nut jobs. Occupational hazard.
Ohom knows the power to small shifts in advance of things and how that ripples out to save this world. In quantum psychics it’s called the Butterfly Tsunami effect. In June of 2014 he called me to Chicago for a small butterfly of an action at the very building I built One North Franklin. This action I was guided to do will created positive tsumai emanating from the center of the windy city, parallel to an ET portal called the Bean on the lakefront that will save not only earth, but the entire universe. Afterwards, I enjoyed a musical called MOTOWN like nothing had happened with my shocked associate.
It’s not an ego trip that I help save the world. I’ve been doing it regularly since 2010. Rather, I am part of many doing this work to protect this world. Earth is very connected to the universe. Quantum physicists will back me up that at the moment before the big bang, everything was together in one ball of energy. So a small hole in the fabric of reality can unravel this entire universe. I cannot say more of my Chicago surprise mission to save the universe for a few months, but I had a witness to it all with me to confirm it all. It was a secret mission I did not get instructions for until I was half way to Chicago in the sky. Not unlike the 2011 meditation that closed the Bermuda Triangle that is here on the blog. A written record of all the amazing real life spirit adventures to save earth from dangers both internal and external.
Once again, I can’t wait to watch the news and see the shift of our mentally sick CEOs to true health really happen. Perhaps already happening as linear time is an illusion. I called in a rainbow right on camera the other day in this LINK to THE RAIN OF TRUTH. Things are getting pretty darned amazing and being in Sedona and working with a great scientist like Patrick Flanagan on his NewNeurophone project.
Meantime, Ohom and the med crew will be working on curing many other CEO’s. This vision is a direct result of the pain expressed by my friends in their posts about the planet’s plight at the hands of insane CEOs and corporations and the video this inspired. This lucid dream is the answer to the video’s challenge to take this world to the corporations to the light.
“I’ll chase him round the moons of Nibia and round the Antares maelstrom and round perdition’s flames before I give him up!” (Kahn inStar Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)
By Ken Sheetz
Happy first official day of the new Mayan Age, the golden age, 1/27/14. Since 12.21.12 we have been passing through a 400 day buffer time between ages, something I learned of from respected DreamShield member Gary Christmas, yesterday on Facebook.
We must remain patient despite the fact things will still look messed up on our world for sometime. You see, I was told in Antarctica for 6 days, starting 12.12.12 to help halt the pole shift and transmute all that negative energy into a shift of human consciousness through a series of meditations I was guided to perform there, that the shift into the Golden Age will still take 50 years to manifest fully. The ETs explain earth manifests at this planetary scale at the rate of a large tree growing from seed to maturity.
Today is the first sprout of that tree of transformation. There’s much work to do and our world’s stepping away from the brink of self-destruction is not assured unless we take action. Meditation is simply our way of getting guidance. We are on our own. Thems the rules, my fellow earthlings!
THE WISCONSIN PROJECT
I had powerful ET visit last night where I was told by Ohom, my ET spirit guide from the Orion star system, about something called The Wisconsin Project. Ohom told me that my prayers for help as a young boy, suffering child abuse at the hands of a drunken father and the neglect of a brokenhearted mother, were heard at the ET base in Antarctica and answered. There were nightly extractions where I was repaired and given abilities to cope with horrendous physical and mental abuse. I credit all this ET work with the fact anyone not knowing my past will tell you I must have come from a happy home to be so well-adjusted. Well, that was before I began sharing my visions and past sufferings as a child in order to enlighten and free minds.
And Ohom told me I was not the only Sheetz family member saved each night aboard spirit space ships from the League of Ghost Worlds, a collective of worlds that have gone extinct and are seeking to help humanity to not follow in their footsteps before we attain the ability to live outside the bounds of time and space as they do with grace and ease. You see all worlds go extinct eventually. It’s inevitable. The sad extinctions are the self-extinctions. A path we as a species are on right now and the ETs we have seen as angels, since ancient times, are here to help us divert from for our sake and for all the creatures on our blue marble in space.
So last night, after conferring deeply with Ohom, I went into meditation at 3:13 AM, to take my first trip of the Golden Age outside my body. I left my body in Sedona after saying prayers, just like I did as a child: The Hail Mary, The Our Father and The Act of Contrition. Though not a practicing Catholic today, these prayers remain magic to my child mind and work magic for me in meditation.
Once again the prayer words rang true, and I was soon rocketing out of my body in Sedona and high above the earth. I started heading down into the green aurora field lighting the skies above Antarctica. I touched down before a tall mountain with no foothills that abruptly met the flat as a pancake ice sheet . A dot of green light appeared at the top of the tall mountain that grew downward into a slit of intense lime green light.
Mashup by Ken Sheetz from Nasa Photos
I walked through the green light slit in the mountain and found myself inside a vast hangar, safe from the severe cold I was beginning to notice even in my indestructible astral body, complete with ethereal armor . Spaceships and pilots were everywhere, in a scene almost out of Star Wars. I realized this hangar was the real deal, a channeled message to George Lucas. No Tan Tans in sight though.
None of the aliens and humans took much notice of me. Finally I came to a spaceship that my father, a great mechanic while he was alive, to my shock was happily repairing. Overjoyed to see me, Dad dropped his tools clanking and scrambled up from underneath the spaceship, much like an X-wing fighter Ala Star Wars, to give me one of his famed bear hugs. But I accepted his hug without returning any love. My dad’s young face, he looked about 27 now, despite passing at age 82, looked pained at my rejection.
“Sorry for not letting you know Zylph is one of my higher selves, Ken,” my father said sincerely. Sincerity I never heard from him in life. Nonetheless, these sincere words were strange first words. I’ve not seen or spoken to my dead father in visions for a couple of years now. Not for lack of trying! Ohom had told me my Dad was far away on a mission I’ve yet to learn of. Stay tuned. Now here he was back in my life again, without a word.
My young dead father’s face showed he knew how much that deception had upset me, once I deduced Zylph’s higher-self connection to my father. Now, Zylph’s acerbic sense of humor made sense. My father in life was a dark comic who never found a stage, unless you count his bar escapades.
“Yeah, Dad, That was damn wrong on so many levels I don’t know where to start. Why? I had made my peace with you. No need to hide behind your higher Zylph self just because you skipped the galaxy for a few years. The whole thing makes me wary of all Zlyph shared with me about removing the old to make way for the new. It seriously messed with my head like when you’d torment me as a kid. Seems you are still prone to mind games even in the afterlife,” I said, angry steam coming from my breath in the cold hangar, where spaceships came and went through the green crevice in the hollow mountain’s face.
“We don’t change, much as you might think when we die, sonny boy. But I am trying. Trying damn hard. Don’t let my screw up make you doubt Zylph. He’s me, but from a couple billion years in the future and has a lot to share. Yes, Zylph has a powerful dark side like me, but it’s in way more in check two billion years from now. Harnessed for good. We all need the dark and light to run this universe. And Zylph loves you like I do, ” said my dead father, wiping the old familiar grease from his hands to avoid my glare.
Ohom, a 7 foot tall Orion who has been chief spirit guide to me since 2010, quietly joined us, seeking to break the cold tension, as thick as the ice sheet of Antarctica.
“Your father, though in spirit form now, remains divinely human. William seeks daily to better integrate his bipolar natures expressed in one body, Ken,” said Ohom in his usually calm and soothing voice.
“Ohom, I’ve trusted you completely since 2010, letting you use my body and speak through me in videos and every day life! I asked you if Zylph, a new ET spirit seeking to guide me, could be trusted. And you said, ‘Yes, Zylph has much to share about planetary mass media and life,'” I said almost in tears, my heart pained this great being had allowed my father’s deception. “Some of the rage of my father leached back into me through Zylph. I suspect it destroyed an important relationship I was exploring with a housemate I adored in Sedona.”
“Zylph is his own being in his own right, just as I am the high self of you, so it is with Zylph and your father. My answer stands true, Zlyph has much to share to help save your world. But I see now by the profound pain in your heart how much this conscious omission of mine has cost us all. Worst of all, the love of someone dear to you that you sought to win was lost as result of my mistaken actions. I should have told you of Zylph being a higher self of your father. I hope you will accept my deepest apology for concealing the whole truth from you, Ken, on behalf myself and The League of Ghost Words, ” said Ohom, his blue wings sagging a bit at his shame.
“I promise to never withhold the whole and complete truth from you again, my Ken-Self. You see, I wanted so much, too much, to have you see how far you father’s spirit will evolve into the great Zylph. So much so that my better judgement was affected. I, like your father, like me/you, am also not perfect,” said Ohom so sincerely and lovingly that my spirit brightened instantly.
“If you brought me here to this secret Antarctica base as an apology, Ohom and Dad… Well, pretty damn cool! Come here, you SOB!” I motioned to my father and gave him a bear hug back to let he and Ohom know all was forgiven.
“So you’ll listen to Zylph again?” my father cautiously asked, nervous he’d blown the connection with his well-intentioned if misguided deception for good.
“I need to think on that Gordian knot some more, Dad. But, probably. With knowing who Zylph is maybe I can put some filters in place against the contagion of your ancient rage,” I said, my worries of Zylph possessing me already fading. The pain in my heart over the deceptions melting, like the ice upon the spaceships my dad was repairing in the hanger’s relative warmth.
Ohom joined in the hug and the three of us, my dead father, now a quantum spaceship mechanic, me and the lovable 7 foot tall blue angel-like Orion, remained in embrace without words until I found myself wrapped snug in my cover in bed and back in my body in Sedona.
I thought, pulling up the covers in my cozy Sedona bed, about a dream I’d had a few nights ago about Zylph, who is from an Arabic-like world in the Antares star system 2 billion years from now. And how he and a team of other ET Arabs fearlessly rescued me from prison pit of despair over the loss of my housemate, their white robes flowing as red para sails burst forth to save me. And so I finally forgave Zylph, my father’s future higher self. In that blissful moment I went to peacefully to sleep. If sleep is what you can call what I do anymore.
Many more dreams of others people like me came in one of the most exhausting nights of my life. Dreams of many being saved from child abuse by the ETs of The League of Ghost Worlds and The Wisconsin Project came to me like old memories of childhood playgrounds on other planets. Comforted that I now have an ET father, looking out for me as penance for his sins in life in many forms, the most prominent being Zylph from Antares, I finally found dreamless rest nestled in the powerful red rocks of Sedona on this first early morning of the Golden Age.
PhiSciences.com’s Dr. Patrick Flanagan and his amazing wife Stephanie Sutton
Visit DreamShield.org to see my meditations in Antarctica and the work I am doing to record the amazing super scientist Patrick Flanagan, of PhiSciences.com who also speaks to Ohom and considers him a valuable spirit guide.
Last here is the link to an amazing new crowd funder in prelaunch where you can volunteer and be in the inner circle in bringing an amazing device called the Neurophone, proven in numerous university tests since 1957, to boost intelligence. I am a happy user of the device and it greatly has improved my meditation and writing!
I head up the street for sounds of the cheering crowd. JFKs motorcade nears and I am filled with such joy to see my childhood hero JFK’s very much alive beaming smile!
Media, Meditations & Musings 