‘The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.” – Kahlil Gibran
DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz
The day before Valentine’s Day Dr. Sarah Larsen was homesick for her kids and husband back in LA. And who could blame her? Since her amazing 10.10.10 LA event she had been on the road for DreamShield almost more than she had been home.
The angels had demanded much of her and she’d gladly answered the call. Her love and wisdom have benefited this grouchy reluctant light worker greatly, and though her patience with me for all the times of wanted to quit had dimmed a bit, it still shone brightly in her imploring eyes.
So I checked with the airline to see if we could cut our trip a few days short and get Sarah home in time for Valentine’s Day. Alas for the homesick doctor, airfares were to costly to make the change. In better times I would have rewarded such a tireless worker with tickets but spirit work does not pay much in earthly terms and so the doctor would have to spend Valentine’s in Nashville. Sarah made the best of it getting in touch with old friends while I caught up on my blogging about the trip.
On the eve before Valentine’s Day as I lay down on Rachel and Robert’s day bed I thought about an article I’d read on the plane from LA about the pole shift in Mayan predictions about 2012. Some of these so-called experts on the human mind and 2012 speculate humanity will lose its entire memory due to this fact our thoughts are stored as electromagnetic energy.
I thought about Sarah losing memory of the love of her husband Greg and her kids Tye-Tye and Jamsine and of me and my family and friends in such a drastic pole shift. Yep. It was another one of those negative visualization fear things, the ungentle 2012 stuff we undo in DreamShield.
So despite my total exhaustion from the Medicine Wheel planetary addiction meditation that had brought us here, I asked the angels what we could do to protect the memory of everyone’s love for one another on our little blue world.
In a flash of divine inspiration I knew all the empty space left inside me that I was feeling from Lee McCormick’s Spirit Recovery ranch addiction meditation had made me a storage receiver, a vessel, to hold a back up copy all of earth’s love. “Me? Holder of earth’s love?” I grouched to myself or whatever angels might be listening.
I wrapped myself in blankets like a robe and sat myself up on the edge of the day bed. I looked up at the eye shaped transom over Robert and Rachel’s front door. The transom became a bright computer screen filled with data. A beam of data shot from the transom as the memories of love of all earth’s billions flooded into my mind. I’d had “downloads” – a light worker term that I think sounds too sc-fi –before, but nothing on this scale. This was the mother of all downloads.
Now the next wave of love data for all living creatures, big and small, flooded into me. I’d not expected to be this Noah’s Ark of love. But I accepted it’s beauty with an amazed smile. Next came the love of the trees for the sky. Last even our bacteria’s love flooded me. “Bacteria feel love? Come on.” I griped to the angels who simply giggled at the sight of this exhausted middle-aged businessman turned reluctant light worker wrapped in a blanket like an Indian chief.
Yep, I feel many times I was picked for this work because it’s some kind of cosmic reality show. I must be a hoot in the Orion’s belt system.
Next morning, Valentine’s Day, Sarah asked me how I’d slept. “Not much.” I said, adding like this was all her fault somehow, ” I was a receiver of a back up copy of all the love of the earth all night. Today sometime I’ve been told broadcast this love into the back up copy of the Parthenon in downtown Nashville.”
Sarah Larsen simply smiled and said, “Cool. I’m going to call Greg and wish him a Happy Valentine’s Day.” And with an attitude like this sort of thing happens every day Sarah headed off to another room to call Greg.
Later that amazing Valentine’s Day where I felt my head might explode it was so full of love, I in fact made the trip to the Parthenon on my own while Sarah went to an exhibit Greg’s art. Years earlier the two met and fell in love here in Nashville before marrying and moving to LA.
Rachel and Sarah dropped me off promising to pick me up at 5:30 PM as my cell phone was out of juice. I walked around the Parthenon, an exact copy of the original in Greece built in 1897, perfect for a back copy holder of earth’s love, walked about it three times I was told by the angels, I felt like some kind of lonely odd ball. But I did my planetary meditation job and the couples perched on the steps kissed as the red lights of Valentine’s Day came up.
This made me all the more lonely. I’ve not been in a conventional relationship in years. Why pick a brokenhearted divorced man as the holder of earth’s love I wonder as I made the video you see below? I suppose my empty heart left more space for the angels to make me a vessel of all earth’s love.
I asked as a reward for this crazy work — hey it never hurts to ask –as I circled the Parthenon, completing this ritual of love transmission to the statue of Athena within the structure, that one day through this work I can find a great mate who can put up with the paradox of my pessimistic yet optimistic nature.
So, dear reader, page mark this blog. And if the the North and South pole’s shift come 2012, as many so-called experts predict, and you wake up without a memory of who you love, get thee to Nashville and the Parthenon. The back-up memory of all you love awaits there in the heart of the statute of the goddess Athena.
What’s cool is the angels tell me they update the memories each night into Athena. Angels are so clever. The little stinkers.
PS. In typical light worker fashion Sarah was late picking me up. I was not dressed warm enough as the sun set over the Parthenon and I sat there shivering in the cold like some homeless nut case for over 20 minutes past the agreed to 5:30 pickup time. I found myself wishing to be back working with my old Chicago real estate buddies, by whom you could set your watch, while making millions as I had in the past when I built skyscrapers instead of this silly nonsense.
Don’t worry. I got over it when I saw Greg and the kids welcome Sarah home from Nashville at LAX with such love. Yep. I’m still on the job of a gentle 2012. Here’s Sarah daughter Jasmine “Jazzy” singing along with her dad at an Agape concert. Who wouldn’t be homesick in Nashville, on Valetine’s Day with love like this waiting for them back in LA?
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