I am 63 today, 9/21/15.  Happy birthday to me, on a day that should not exist according to many doomsayers. Heck, shouldn’t we all be far, far away on the 1997 Hailbopp express by now?

Today, my 63rd, according self-proclaimed prophet Rev Efraid Rodriguez, is the day the first of 6 asteroids are set to vaporize our world over a period of a week. The number blooms to 28 asteroids in some crazy prognostications.

Almost like the blossoming stats I heard as a kid, when the Cuban Missile Crisis had pundits trying to top each other with scaring the hell out of us all with stories on how many times over the US and the USSR had to destroy the earth with our insane nuclear arsenals.  Great for my formative years while teachers taught us to “duck and cover” under our desks if an A bomb hit before lunch break.

After the higher consciousness light bulb went off for me – with an epic vision of saving the earth in a yoga hall in Italy about the help of ETS aided by a super powered me  5 years ago –  I took up saving the earth from the jerks who spread fear as a hobby.  That passion hobby to simply say on YouTube, FB and Twitter, “Hey, forget these doomsayers, everything is going to be AOK.  Even better than AOK,” would take me all the to the shores Antarctica for 2012.

I’ll never forget when I came back from my 24 Antarctica meditations someone close to me, no longer so, asked, “What’s next?”

I sat there on the phone stunned for a moment and lost my cool saying, “What the hell? Raising $20K on Indiegogo to go save the earth wasn’t enough for you?  I’m done, Bozo. Back to my normal life.”

But life has never really gone back to normal since visiting the most energetically pristine place on earth, Antarctica. My higher self, a being I see as Ohom, is still with me, along with many new spirit guides.  And, like my mission before all the way south when Ohom told me, “Few if any will believe your reversing negative visualizations propagated in the media are of any effect.”  But I don’t care.  I love saving the world. So here I am, still saving the world. It’s a nice world.  It’s my home. And I love to help people visualize earth going on until we seed the stars, safe forever from extinction.

But lucid dream work is hard.  You don’t rest like normal.  So last night I thought hard about passing up the hard meditation work of deflecting not 28 asteroids from hitting earth. That’s one meditation per asteroid.  More than the 24, one for each time-zone, that I did in Antarctica while I wasn’t running a multi-million dollar Indiegogo campaign as my day job while still working to crack Hollywood.

Then, right in the middle of my listening to Jonathan Goldman sound healing music, Ohom’s voice came through loud and clear, “Ken, I know the trauma of your nearly being beaten to death on your 13th birthday by your father.  It troubles you each year.  Depresses you. Well, after this series of 28 asteroid meditations, you’ll think of saving earth, not the lash of you father’s bloodied belt each birthday from now on.”

“Yes, that’s worth it, Ohom. Thank you for this mission!” I say out loud, as I am home alone. I cry tears of relief and shout, “Watch out asteroids! This looks like a job for Super Sheetz!”

9/20-9/21’s ALL-NIGHTER LUCID DREAM-FEST TO SAVE EARTH FROM ASTEROIDS

LUCID DREAM 1 

I take some deep breaths and set the intention to dream away the negativity and fear of the Rev Efraid Rodriguez predictions and even the expanded horror of 28 asteroids.  Truly a mission worthy of super powers that I’ve developed since 2010 to save our world in meditation.  Is real?  Well, you’re here aren’t you?  Reading this blog.  Whose to say? It’s both real and unreal at the same time.  Holding that paradoxical thought is what keeps you grounded with your head in the stars.

Soon I am asleep and ready for action. I hitch a ride on Ohom’s inter-dimensional ship THE NEKTAR, named after his Insectoid evolved home world.  It’s a short trip back in time and space. I am on the gorgeous Nektarian command deck, drinking a delicious golden beverage. I cannot describe the taste it’s so delicious.  A natural high ensues.  We reach the menacing 28 Rodriguez asteroids. Ohom nods and an Insectoid crewman hits a switch. The ship shudders a little.

“Done, Ken. Two down and only 26 asteroids to go.” says Ohom.

“That little jolt from the ship made earth safe from two of those huge asteroids?” I say puzzled.

The crew all laugh at my blissful ignorance and Ohom motions them to respectful silence. The seven foot tall blue Insectoid leader Ohom  says kindly to me, “We’ve traveled back 5 million years in time.  So that little nudge from our ship’s propulsion system is enough to make these first two asteroids miss your solar system completely 5 million years from now on 9/21/ 2015.  Happy Birthday, Ken.”

“Awesome, buzz bro.  Let’s kick the ass out of the other 26 asteroids while we drink this nectar of the gods!” I smile, downing a sparkling mug.

“Um. The other 26 will be a little trickier. You see, Ken, there are negative forces on your world holding the other 26 in place. The dark forces saw we alerted time, and took care of these two and cried fowl. So it’s going to be up to you, in your human form, and other meditators like you on your world, to rid the skies of the rest of the remaining 26 asteroids yourselves,” Ohom offers sheepishly.

“Free-will regulations suck. Why do we all have to keep on saving the world over and over again from these “nabobs of negativity?  To quote Spiro T. Agnew.” I grouse.

“Who is this Spiro T, one of your great philosophers?” says Ohom excitedly.

“Agnew was vice president to Richard Nixon in the 1970s.  Kind of a jerk actually,” I say, pleased Ohom is not all-knowing.

Reading my mind, the crew applauds my getting one up on Ohom and I find myself back in bed in Sedona.  Only 45 minutes have passed on my nightstand clock. I roll my eyes and mutter to myself, “26 more asteroids to go. It’s gonna be a loooong night!”

And so it is.

LUCID DREAM 2 – 1 AM to 2 AM

It’s time for my Superman visualization. His super powers, combined with new ones I dream up give me even more powers than Supes in mediation and they are badly needed.  Superman serves as an inspirational base for my expansion of his super powers.  I adapted my now perfected super hero meditation from Connie Miller of Soul Drama, back in 2010.  It works on the principle that all of us, Connie teaches, can call on the abilities of our favorite childhood heroes to solve problems in our lives.  I just took it to a planetary scale of Reiki.

My childhood favorite hands down is Superman. At one point I had a collection of hundreds of first edition Superman comics. That is until my mom burned them all, worried her sixteen year old boy was living in a world of fantasy. Ah.  Little did Mom know I was learning the heroics that in meditation would help me visualize saving billions of lives.

I transform into Super Sheetz form and take off like a bullet, passing right through the roof pf my sweet little Sedona rental home.  Up, up and away I soar into the Sedona night sky.  Soon the lights of the little town nestled in the red rocks, rocks of iron and crystal that help amp up my meditation powers, are left behind. I will myself to the Rev Efraid Rodriguez cluster of asteroids, hurtling for our blue world.

I note from the spacing of the Rev Efraid (has to be spoof right? E-fraid) asteroids, using my super senses, that Ohom and his team have bought earth another day, five million years ago with their nudge of asteroids 1 &2, which are gone. I will have a Happy Birthday tomorrow, even if I just return to ordinary sleep. But I feel driven, Virgo perfectionist that I am, to get on top of this stream of 26 remaining asteroids.  I decide another to knock out 5 asteroids tonight.  That is if I can last that long. Lucid dreams of this magnitude are exhausting.

Back in my sleeping body in Sedona, my hand presses against the rough surface of my stucco bedroom wall. I can’t even imagine being in a relationship right now.  What woman could ever put up with the super sleeper I am? I do so many world saving mission, knitting the San Andreas fault together, fighting Chemtrails, that a full night of normal non-lucid, sleep is a distant memory.  Maybe that’s why I’ve been called to this work so late in life, while I am alone. I was married 18 years and slept solid, well, that is except for occasional nightmares about my twisted childhood that would send be bolting up in bed and scaring my ex-wife half to death.  Yeah.  My poor ex.

In my lucid asteroid dream, I reach asteroid 26, working my way down in order.  I wonder, “Where’s a safe place to get rid of this asteroid so that it never returns?” The sun glints among the stars as if making the invite to accept this asteroid that’s about the size of a football stadium.

Momentum is hard at first, but soon I have asteroid 26 on a sun trajectory and traveling at sufficient velocity to get there and then some.  With a super shove I send asteroid 26 off.  I watch with my telescopic vision as asteroid 26 nears the speed of light. In a heartbeat, the  asteroid that would have wiped out China vanishes into the blaze of the sun.  A small sunspot appears in place of its fiery crash.

25 asteroids to go.  Still a helluva lot.  Excited, I lose my lucid dream connection.  I look at my nightstand clock. 2AM.  Only another hour has passed. “Need to pick up the pace if I am gonna get this done by September 28th.”

LUCID DREAM 3 – 2 AM to 4 AM

No brag, just fact. After years of training, that I began as child to ward off bad dreams, I am a master lucid dreamer.  So I resume the asteroid dream right where I left off. I decide on new strategy. I am going to smash this asteroids into dust and small chunks that will harmlessly burn up on entry to earth’s atmosphere. Fists forward, flying super speed, my heat vision blasting, I make short work of the huge asteroid.

24 asteroids to go.

“See, Ohom?  This is going to be easy!” I say accelerating for asteroid 23, like speeding bullet.  It’s about the size of Chicago, and heading that way to wipe out most of America, I super-sense. I hit the asteroid near the speed of light, but instead of pulverizing asteroid 24 I bounce off it like a bullet hitting steel.  I am flung unconscious though space and crash into Mars, out cold deep inside a new crater. Dazed, I shake the cobwebs from my head and leaps from Mars, returning to battle the dwindling Rev Efraid Rodriguez asteroid cluster train.

I focus my x-ray vision on Asteroid 24 and see it is laced with ugly blood-red veining.  It’s having an effect on me like Kryptonite does on Superman.  I get too close and I quickly lose my superpowers, even my ability to live without air in space. I desperately space swim to safety out of range. I realize I’ll need to use some smarts to destroy the massive asteroid 24.

Next thing I know I am in Paris, sipping wine at a bistro.  A beautiful young Parisian woman seated across from me, dazzling in afternoon sun, explains how to make a french braid from her long brunette hair.

“Huh? How is a hair design an answer to destroying asteroid 24?” I ask in my mind to Ohom.  But there is no answer from my higher ET self, so I keep on watching the beauty weave her hair, having faith in my visions. Then it hits me. “She’s showing me how to make rope!” I leap off into the sweet Paris sky and dive into the steamy jungles of the Amazon. I rapidly snap huge vines from giant trees. Using telekinesis, I weave the massive vines into a French braid-like super rope. Told you I have more powers than Superman.

Dreams are like movies. I cut to myself as Super Sheetz swirling a lasso as big as the diameter of Chicago at asteroid 24, from a safe distance where I am immune to the power robbing red veins of this nasty negative asteroid. My space cowboy self ropes asteroid 24.  Now, a super human discus thrower, I swing asteroid 24 in giant arcs of accelerating speed.  I take aim and release the discus asteroid at the waiting sun.  And tricky asteroid 24 is toast.

ASTEROID 23

Still in lucid dream, I cautiously fly toward asteroid 23.  Instantly, I begin to worry the asteroid difficulty level may escalate beyond my ability to save earth. Then I stop myself realizing that although this asteroid is smaller than the others, about the size of a US battleship,  it possesses a negative super power is purely fear based. Lucky for earth, I’ve learned dark energy like this can’t stand against positive energy.  I say, hoping the dark powers behind asteroid 23 can hear my lack of fear,” Piece of cake.  No blood veins here. Hope you are wearing sunblock, asteroid 23.”

I push and push until the veins bugle all over my super body, but no dice. I can’t move asteroid 23 an inch.  My super-senses tell me asteroid 23 is steadily raging it way for Paris to will wipe out the beauty, who I know was Gaia in human form showing me the answer to asteroid 23. My mind drifts to negativity again,”What would earth be without the soul of Gaia?  Lifeless in no time.” No matter how hard I strain myself, fear grows if I am up to this mission.

I decide to go to my ace in the hole, the NEO Neurophone that makes you smarter and more serene.  My day job in my day life is promoting the NEO. A real planetary saving device, NEO reverses decades of dumbing down.  I hate to sound like this is a plug, but the NEO, short for Neural Efficiency Optimizer is the real deal in real life. NEO has proven a great tool to increase my lucid dreaming and mediation.  My dream self puts on the NEO in space, as I hover before fear based face asteroid 23, that I now see is shaped like a giant skull.

I feel the sweet sensation I’ve come to adore of NEO’s ultrasonic bliss, I tap into universal knowledge, flow through my already super powered brain. Soon a new super power opens through my eyes. I can see magnetic energy beams from negative asteroid 23, honed on Paris like a homing beacon.  I observe how this asteroid is in fact powered by fears some Parisans have about the doomsayers.

I ask my super powered brain, knowing I am solo and Ohom cannot assist me, “How do I reprogram this meteor to veer harmlessly away from earth?” In a flash of brilliance, a cool birthday gift as I was born exactly this time in the morning 63 years ago to the second, I have my answer: Dr. Emoto.  The recently passed doctor experimented with water by labeling bottles and taking microscopic photos of the changes the labels made to the structure of water.

I amp my heat vision up to full power and carve the word LOVE into the side of asteroid 23.  I carve hunks of asteroid away from the death mask skull of the asteroid until it is a smiley face.  Asteroid 23 trembles as its ugly brown color turns to pure gold.

I carve my name proudly in the side of asteroid 23.  If these visions ever prove to have been real, on some Quantum level, I want my signature on this miracle of transformation; the power of love overcoming fear.

“Ken Sheetz Was Here on 9/21/2015 for his birthday!” I burn with my heat vision onto the shiny golden asteroid. A new consciousness awakens in asteroid 23.  I sense it no longer wishes to destroy Paris or the earth.  Using telepathy I tell asteroid 23, which listens to me like a big happy puppy, about the Asteroid Belt. “You’ll love the Asteroid Bely 23.  So many of your kind and you’ll be the Michael Jordan, who wore #23, a gem in the Asteroid belt.” I raise an arm and point the direction of the Asteroid Belt asteroid 23 changes courses and rockets off. Happy with its new life in its new golden heart!

Then I am back in my bed in Sedona.  The nightstand clock reads 4 AM.  I decide this is all I can do tonight.  Gotta get some regular dream sleep or I will not enjoy my birthday.  I am 63 but, honestly, I am getting younger and I’ve never had such a great time-saving the world before.

Enjoy my evening meditation video that led to all this lucid dreaming and know, folks, even if I do not have time to blog the rest of the 7 days and 22 asteroids left.  Super Sheetz is on it. Earth, and you, are safe.

Update: Part 2 is Live!