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.
My ET spirit guide Ohom said to me months ago, here on my blog, it did not matter who wins the election, Trump or Hillary. I took it to be a hopeless statement from the usually optimistic Ohom.
But Ohom revealed to me just last week what he really meant by it not mattering who wins tonight — and in this universe it’s looking like Trump — is quite positive! A lot awakening is coming. Witness Glenn Beck now praising Obama. Trump and Hillary are both shifting to light too!
Now, I understand a dream bugging me for months now. In the dream I was Trump’s social media manager for his new presidency. Trump was young again in the dream and he was listening to me that he had to feed the poor, heal the sick, end war, be a champion for women rights and to stop being so damn mean. Trump was listening and nodding yes!
I woke up in a cold WTF sweat! I breathlessly told my love Elizabeth the dream. She hugged me back to sleep. Whoa! Now I see it. The shifted youthful new Trump of light in my dream is what we can look forward to. I know, it sounds crazy. But awakening has happened to me. I was heartless Chicago real estate mogul for 20 years. Chicago’s #1 broker in ’87, builder of Oprah’s Harpo Studios. I crushed all competition. And I am living proof, as is Elizabeth who has awakened from a military life of 14 years, Trump will awaken.
So no wringing of hands tonight. Ring the bells of joy! Good times are coming, whoever wins, T or H, for us all.
This Bubble Nebula NASA spotted is a new universe rippling right for us. A wave of bliss like we’ve never seen! A true victory is near.
Congratulations to whoever wins. Be ready for change, change in your own heart and soul President Trump or President Hillary.
Now I also see why Ohom asked me to build him his own Twitter page ET OHOM yesterday. Please follow him. I will channel Ohom directly and he will answer your tweets. Many of you are going to need the same calm amazing advice he gives to cope with this crazy world of our new president.
In closing, whoever wins tonight in the Quantum timeline T or H. Relax. The nastiest elections in history are over.
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.
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.
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.
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?
I was thinking more like “visionary”.
First time Ohom ever bugged me was in a yoga hall in Italy in 2010.
Shocked though he was by my 7 foot tall blue skinned insectoid visage —
Actually, Ohom you disguised yourself as a blue angel.
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.
Yeah, that might have popped my cork seeing you look like a cross between a dragonfly and a 7 foot tall blue skinned human.
The Hopi, Egyptians, Indians and accepted us in many blue skinned forms.
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.
Summing up our choices for 2016 we have the choice between to ego maniacs who both love war and who both come with baggage that would normally mean prison time.
Normally, because politicians have become pawns of corporate and the 1%’s interests, we are at least given a choice of a lesser of two evils. But the shady and shoddy way Hilary does politics and the race baiting hateful way Trump operates have left us with a choice I can best describe as The Evil of Two Lessers.
As a filmmaker with a PBS show that led into the Bush-Gore presidential 2000 debates and a hit 2008 Youtube political series, I am something of an expert on the presidential elections and the usual gamesmanship. But the outrageous 2016 elections have left me mystified.
I base my harsh assessment of our wicked choices this November on the fact both Trump and Hilary are hawks and ultimately servants to our military industrial complex. This will mean more war instead of focusing on our troubles here at home.
For a time the opposing good of Bernie Sanders gave people that still believe we can right the ship of state some hope. This all happened despite a mass media that laughed Bernie off.
Meditating on the sorry state of our politics I am left with an old adage: Sometimes things need to get worse before they can get better.
So either Hilary or Trump as the evil of two lessers will serve to show American politics is broken. Life is a long song and maybe 2020 stands for the 20/20 vision we must develop.
In reaching out to my spirit guide Ohom he tells me that no matter who of these two opportunists we elect he and the ETs who watch over our world have our backs.
During the NEO Neurophone Indiegogo of 2014-2015 I fell horribly out of balance as I strove to help awaken a planet to techno-meditation. Good news I raised over $1.6 million for Dr. Patrick Flanagan’s amazing new brain device. Bad news I had not taken more than a handful of days off in 12 months of 15 hour work days.
Healing the earth begins within, especially for planetary healers. But I had gained 40 pounds as a lump in front of a computer screen, becoming systemically inflamed, my body still recovering from 2013 black mold infection that nearly killed me and ended my hiking in the hiking capital of the world, Sedona.
In May of 2015, NEO inventor Patrick Flanagan took a terrible fall down a stairs. The great scientist lay in a coma for two weeks. Miraculously, he awoke from coma a few days before his own NEO release party with over 100 guests all getting his new device, an update of many earlier versions of the Neurophone dating back to 1958. But the hospital would not let Pat out to play at his own party. I ended up last minute as the host when his wife Stephanie got the idea to Skype Pat into the party.
What a moment when the doctor appeared on screen at the July NEO release party. Watch and keep reading after the jump!
Happily, Pat’s recovered fully here in 2016 and is enjoying life in Ecuador with his Stephanie. But in October of 2015, we sold out the last of 5,000 NEOs the Indiegogo campaign had ushered into the world and Pat asked me to end the Indiegogo as he was not yet up for another intense round of NEO work yet.
I had never pictured this suspension of a hit Indiegogo that had gotten worldwide media attention and raised $1.6 million. So when I pulled the plug I was at loss. And for the first time in a year I looked at how out of balance my life had become and how horribly my health had suffered. I had zero social life unless you count: Pilates, going alone to movies and overeating in restaurants.
Patrick had been so vital before the accident that filming him for the hit web series THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS and THE NEUROPHONE EXPERIENCE had taken over my life. I’d pushed all my own film projects aside. After all, how often does one get to film a scientist that’s a cross between Einstein and the Dalai Lama?
WHAT’ NEXT AFTER HIT NEO?
I spent time meditating on what I should do next. I had a few months cushion with the success of the NEO to not take on new social media work. My spirit guide Ohom had answers, “Let go any resentments you are feeling about the halt of the NEO project. Pat will resume when he is fully well and ready. It’s time to finish the work you began in 2012. make your 24 meditations in one film to help awaken the planet.”
Robin Williams chimed in too, “And get yourself back on a healthy diet and exercise plan. I’m the one whose living life as whale now, not you, Blubber boy!” See my blog series here on Robin to understand the whale joke.
And so I went to work on the movie in October 2015, ignoring Robin’s advice. I worked so hard on the movie I wore right through my editing chair. As I finished the film’s first cut in early November I had damaged my butt muscle and could barley walk. Yes, a year of the NEO Indie and months of 18 hour days on editing THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12 had left me crippled from overwork, bad food and lack of exercise.
Spirit guide Ohom warned me in November after the film was done, “Seek balance, Ken. Get in shape or you will die in March of 2016.”
The next day after Ohom’s warning I decided to accept an invitation to LA to my friend Ed Asner’s 86th birthday party. I stayed at a lovely new friend, Sima Morrison’s, sweet guest house. She and her husband became my first test audience for my Antarctica film as we watched on their big screen. Both loved the film and we were blown away by how their house’s decor mirrored many of the themes in my documentary.
My friend Tanya was my guest at the party for Ed. I could tell Ed was surprised and touched that I had made the trip to LA to honor his 86th. His party benefited the Skylight Theater.
The next night I ended up having dinner with a lovely singer I’d met on the flight in from Phoenix. We went out to karaoke after and were joined by Sarah and Greg Larsen. We partied late, closing the karaoke joint down.
Next day I hung out with Sima in Venice Beach. Sima runs a great conscious website, House of Citrine and it was wonderful getting to know her better. I expect great things from she and her husband Brett, now head of IT for Space-X. As we headed back to the house Sima invited me to stay on another extra night, instead of flying out that afternoon back to Sedona. Tired from the big Karoke night I said I’d think about the kind offer. Nothing except the next round of editing the Antarctica film was calling me back, but I was anxious to keep editing on.
Later that afternoon Elizabeth England contacted me, sorry she had missed my karaoke FB general invite to LA friends. She asked if I wanted to get together for dinner that night. I said I was too tired for dinner, but that Sima had offered me to stay over so how about breakfast next day before I headed home? Elizabeth seemed disappointed I was not up for dinner but accepted my invite to breakfast next day.
Breakfast was at Cafe Gratitude. As soon as she looked deep into my eyes I could see Elizabeth had a lot on her mind so I texted Sima not join us as originally planned. Elizabeth was frustrated with how her social media career was going. Nothing was jelling in a way that Elizabeth was enjoying. She asked if I would teach her effective crowd funding and I invited her to consider working with me on my next crowd funder to raise distribution for my film releasing 6.16.16. Elizabeth exclaimed, “June 16th is my birthday. And, yes, I’d love to help and learn.”
I sensed something deeper than work in Elizabeth’s interest in me and I ventured, “Hey. My LA friends Ellen and Brian are coming to Sedona for Thanksgiving in a few weeks. I am a lousy cook. I have a guest room and I’d love to show you the town. Want to come and save me from ruining Thanksgiving with my bachelor cooking skills? ”
Now, I’d been asking Elizabeth every so often to come to Sedona for 2 years at this point and each time she’d politely decline, but this time she enthusiastically said “Yes!”
BALANCE COMES TO SEDONA
Two weeks later Elizabeth hitched a ride to Sedona with two of her friends. And from the moment she arrived in Sedona she was welcomed by the spirits, the red rocks and people. Despite my injuries from being glued to a desk chair for 18 months, I kept my word and showed Elizabeth the hiking trials, where coyotes answered her cries, and her past life as a Hopi names Red Deer, with me as her beloved Laughing Skies, returned to her on a moonlit desert hike.
At Thanksgiving Elizabeth was more amazing a cook than I could have imagined, having worked with Martha Stewart in the 80s. Elizabeth quickly bonded with Brian and Ellen and their Kendra. Ellen was suspicious love was afoot.
We were joined at the Thanksgiving feast by Elizabeth’s two friends Julian and Astara, plus another couple. It was divine and my most balanced holiday in ages.
Since Thanksgiving 2015, Elizabeth and I have been together except for a 10-day break for her to pack up her LA life, happily returned to me by Sima. Elizabeth;s great planetary healing work on Ocean Nation compliments my own. She’s a whiz on the web and Excel spreadsheet in ways I am not. So work gets done faster and this makes more time for fun and healthy activities.
Elizabeth is 17 year vet of the military and in phenomenal shape. She’s gotten me into Yoga for the first time. So far I’ve lost 30 pounds of the 40 I packed on since confining myself to a chair.
What can I say except, “Thanks, Ohom!” After all, he suggested Elizabeth would be my perfect mate back in 2012. And it took a few years to manifest but the love and life Elizabeth and now share day and night is bliss. Hmm. Maybe Ohom should start an ‘ET Match Making’ service with the whale reincarnation of Robin Williams offering blubbery motivation.
Please visit my new crowd funder for the 24 sacred mediations I performed with good humor in Antarctica DO PENGUINS MEDITATE is tax deductible for your contributions thanks to Elizabeth’s introduction of my film to her client From the Heart productions.