Seven years ago the world lost one of it greatest actors and comedians of our time when Robin Williams chose to take his own life. The devastating news came without any sort of clear warning signals. A public outcry of grief and mourning erupted across the world that had not seen since the shocking death of Princess Diana.
Last week my wife and I had coffee with Robin, at least as my writer’s brain, happening for seven years now, likes to envision his brilliant light still shinning from the afterlife. Over java I asked Robin’s spirit what he thinks of our Covid crisis and here’s what I imagine he had to say on the matter.
Hey Groovy Gals and Guys,
Holy shit. This would all be funny if it were not so damn tragic, folks. People are literally dying because politicians, my brother and sisters in the media and regular people on social media are fabricating stories. All in a feeble effort to make them seem more important than they actually are with more clicks and eyes. In the end this toxic BS is simply to sell everything from donations to snake oil cure to tennis shoes to precious metals to crypt o-currencies.
Worst part is it done by appealing to the worst in human nature; a crusty old white man who lives in fear in our noggins. It’s gross gross negligence to plant fear in people’s hearts on a money-making scale never seen or felt before.
Now, I am sure many of you who were fans of my movies did not like every damn thing I acted in. You only watched the ones you liked, right? GOODWILL HUNTING over MAN OF THE YEAR (MOTY) let’s say. MOTY being one of my films that should have worked that didn’t. In fact, if you judged my career based on MOTY you mot not be here.
Treat all the Tuckers, Johnsons, Bezoses, Hannitys the same way. You are the master of your own story-verese. You pick and choose your reality. Take a pinch of reality from the blue and a spritz from the red. Stay balanced in a unbalanced AF world.
Time to stop listening the BS artists. Truth is love. Be smart. Get vaccinated.
Love, Robin
King of the Star Fish Nation
Robin’s kidding about the king thing But I do still see my vision of Robin — likely just a part of my beautiful imagination as I can’t bare he left us so soon — is reincarnated as a starfish. The starfish nation is a a nueral network for the planet Robin has explained to me.
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Hey! Exciting news. After following a story I was channeling, either from my imagination or the spirit world of speaking, of to Robin Williams’ on a pretty regular basis, starting shortly after his death in 2014. But our visits abruptly ended in 2019. The good news here in 2021: He’s back!
Robin first appeared to me a few weeks after his tragic death, in a hilarious way. One morning as I turned on my side… there he was inches from my face on the pillow beside me, batting his eyes like in his character in BIRDCAGE. And Robin said, “Howdy, Ken!” I never laughed so hard in my life. Laughter mixed with tears of reunion, At least that’s how I remember it this time. Psst. Time is fluid.
Sounds nuts, but Einstein believed “time is an illusion”. Something he believed the mind creates to help us conceptualize the vast ocean of space. So based on what Albert said maybe time is where spirit (us) and science (space) meet. Because we are space, a part of the universe. A pixel if you will, badly in need of reunion.
But I digress. Robin’s spirit visited me frequently for years. I followed his transformation to a blue whale, then as a killer shark, then as a dolphin and finally to a starfish. All his joyous reincarnations used ocean life to bring his frequency of joy to a world that missed him terribly. I lost connection with his spirit when he became a starfish in 2019. And, yeah, I don’t care if this all my imagination or not. Why? Because thinking it might be real makes me happy. Duh. It’s the not knowing that’s cool, motherfuckers! We used to a call it fucking mystery before America lost it’s damn mind!
Ah, those last two sentences are Robin’s spirit coming through. Let’s connect.
Ken: You’re coming in loud and clear, Robin.
Robin: That’s a big 10/4, Sheetzie. And I wish to thank Billy the Squid for acting as conduit for tonight’s chat. Shit man, clueless that when I became a starfish it would be like doing fucking taxes talking to reach your fat ass! Wow, you put on some covid weight, bro.
Billy the Squid: Focus, your majesty. I only got 8 tentacles here!
Robin: Ken, meet Billy the Squid. His real name I shit you not. He only agreed to be our conduit if he could coach me on the call.
Ken: Nice to meet you, Billy. You’re the first squid I’ve had the pleasure to meet. How long have you been a connector to the star fish network?
Robin: Guys, I’m sorry as shit but I have a meeting on Saturn in 30.
Billy the Starfish: My bad. I promised to only observe.
Robin: Sorry I lost touch, Ken and fans. But I’m baaaack! And guess what?
Ken: What?
Robin: I am king of the starfish people!
Ken: That’s awesome, Robin.
Robin: I know! I know! The sex is incredible. At least, I think it’s sex. This five pointed body and decentralized brain is bummer at times.
Ken: Besides the sex, what else is great about being… Oh, Elizabeth is here. She wants to ask you a question.
Elizabeth: Oh. I don’t have one, Ken. No. I just walked in to put my computer to bed for the day. It’s nice you are back, Robin. Please have coffee with us tomorrow at your favorite haunt, The Coffee Pot.
Robin: Oh, yes! But Billy can you, help me out again tomorrow?
Billy the Squid: Of course, Robin. You’re king. You don’t need to ask. Command!
Robin: Billy, I command you to be my connector for breakfast in Sedona with Ken and Elizabeth tomorrow so that I make partake of my favorite coffee in the state of Arizona.
Billy the Squid: Sorry. No can do.
Robin: Oh.
Billy the Squid: Ah, just fucking with you! Your majesty’s wish is my command!
Ken: Great. Elizabeth’s in the sauna. I’ll let her know when we’re done with the blog tonight. Typos and all.
Robin: Beautiful Elizabeth is getting naked in the sauna and you want to talk to me? I’d say I’m touched, Ken but, what in hell’s going on here?
Ken: Covid’s been tough on America’s sex life. I’m no exception. But I’m lucky to be alive after the Trump shit show.
Robin: It’s all the starfish nation could do to navigate humanity back onto the right timeline away from Trumptopia.
Ken: Thanks for that, man. Let all the starfish know. But I got a bone to pick with you. Last time I heard from you was via your crazy starfish answering machine message (10/21/19).
Robin: Gotta admit I’d not done my research on starfish. Not having a brain… Well, it made it kinda tough to get in touch.
Ken: Chill. I got to experience your sudden departure from my life a third time. I’m getting good at it. Tell you what, Robin. Tired. Or maybe this is sudden to be back in touch so vividly. I see you’re on the same Hawaiian coral reed I last had visuals on. Cool.
Robin: Oh, bro. So sorry. Let’s grab the coffee tomorrow. Rest. Snuggle.
Billy the Squid: You’re wife Elizabeth is amazing. Beauty.
Ken: As one psychic put it a blessing for my work in Antarctica.
Billy the Squid. Been an honor to meet the one and only Ken Sheetz.
Robin: See you and the bride – congrats on that — in the morning. I like it with cream and sugar.
Ken: I haven’t forgotten. Tomorrow then. So excited to have connection again. Thanks, Billy…. Wait a fucking minute.
Robin: Billy’s a special squid.
Ken: Dad?
Billy the Squid: I was. Hi, son.
Ken: Ah, Dad. Hi. See you guys at breakfast tomorrow. Lots to process.
The next morning it was freakishly cold for Sedona in May and so we had Sunday coffee at our house with Robin and Billy the Squid, who shockingly was my father in his past life. The connection was good but not as strong as the night before. W spoke on a number of topics. Here are a few highlights from the 30 minute coffee with Robin Williams visitation.
Ken & Elizabeth: Morning, Robin. Thanks for the connection, Billy.
Robin & Billy the Squid: Morning.
Ken: How’s the coffee?
Robin: Healthier than the Coffee Pot java, but I hope we can do this again soon there. Addicted to their brew.
Billy the Squid: Grateful. Delish.
Elizabeth smiles. She’s not quite awake, I can tell. But she plays along in the beautiful way she loves to. But I can tell she’s wary of my father spirit, who was as unpredictably abusive as he was loving in life.
Ken: So, Billy. Do you remember much of your human life as my father?
Billy the Squid: Less and less each day. But yep. I hope you’re focusing on the good times we had. My teaching you to draw, fishing, tickles. The good stuff.
Ken: I try to. Still lots to process on the dark side. Dropping with a lot of your racism you managed to drum into me.
Robin: Karma’s a bitch. Billy’s a black squid from the coral reef projects now. Yo!
Ken: What else is new in the after world?
Robin: You can stop worrying about Trump and his GOP 24/7. The starfish planetary matrix is on the job. You’re not out of the woods yet, but lots of progress. You’ll love how it all turns out.
Ken: Sure doesn’t look that way, but thanks for freeing up some of my mental drive space. Wow. This is great rye toast. Is this made in Sedona, hon?
Elizabeth: I don’t know. — So Robin, you chose Billy for the direct connect didn’t you?
Robin: Bingo!
Ken: So weird to see you as a squid, Dad. You’re a little guy.
Billy is silent. Elizabeth squirts herself in the face eating her grapefruit and yelps.
Ken: Any questions for Robin or Billy?
Elizabeth: How do you like it out there in the sea?
Robin: I’m king of the starfish. As a comic pal once said, things get fuzzy without a brain, “It’s good to be king.”
Elizabeth: You make that title up, Robin?
Robin: Ha ha. Not to brag but I am the first human to join the starfish nation to retain some of my human consciousness. Guess that’s why they made me king.
Elizabeth: Do you have a government?
Billy the Squid: We don’t need one.
Elizabeth: Why not?
Robin: No property. No boundaries but the earth itself.
Ken: Cool.
Elizabeth: How’d you find Billy, Robin?
Robin: I sent out an SOS. Billy swam a couple hundred miles to reach me.
Elizabeth: Billy, how do you like seeing your son Ken?
Billy the Squid: He’s aged a lot in 10 years.
Ken: Hey! And it’s eleven years. This last year in covid has been hard.
Elizabeth: Billy, have you seen any other family?
Billy the Squid: Ken’s the first as the firstborn. Your mom Alice is over here, Elizabeth. She’s a seahorse.
Elizabeth: Wow! Who else is with Alice?
Robin: Your brother. Also a Bill. He’s sea tortoise now.
Elizabeth: Cool one. How’d he get so lucky?
Robin: Your Billy was always lucky.
Elizabeth: He was! Is my dad around? What about my granddad?
Robin: Both living life as humans again. Your granddad is the dad this time. The old switcheroo.
Billy the Squid: I can find your dad in this life if you like. Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Really? I’d love that.
Billy the Squid: On it. Connector rule.
Ken: We found our dog from a past life, Runs with eagles, Lincoln.
Elizabeth: 600,000 people have died in America. Death toll is likely three times that. Ten million worldwide.
Robin: Things are way more crowded here in the ocean. Lot’s of welcoming of people who didn’t know they were dead. But in the scope of the planet with all the extinction there’s never been so much death. It’s not going to be the same kind of world unless we stop killing other species. Don’t be sad.
Elizabeth: What was the purpose of he pandemic?
Robin: No purpose. Just a byproduct of unhealthy living. Time to change that, people.
Ken: Been starting with myself. Was going pretty well until Covid. Ate a lot of comfort food. But I am back on the beam again. Eating better. Reverse aging again. Even started writing screenplays again.
Robin: Ken, you need an agent to navigate Hollywood. I’m going to pull some strings psychically for you.
Ken: Thanks. I’ve always been afraid to get myself out there because I’m so farout people might think I’m nuts. Like my grandma Agnes warned me.
Robin: People thought I was nuts. Fuck ’em. Focus on the people who love you, warts and all.
Elizabeth: Robin, why are people ignoring reality?
Robin: Because it sucks. Making a better world is way harder than pretend.
Elizabeth: People are dividing themselves along story lines. Chips in the vaccine. Biden cheated. Sucks.
Robin: Yes. But coffee is still wonderful.
Elizabeth: What’s your advice on getting through the next year? Two?
Robin: Follow the map is on Ken’s forehead. Head in five directions.
Ken: This scar on my head is map?
Robin: Treasure map. Overlay the starfish pattern on Ken head with a map of the world with Sedona at the center. Extend the lines until you hit something that’s cool.
Ken: Makes crazy sense. In my spirit work things manifest in 3D. Had Eagle on the back of my head to help me heal my past and now starfish map to carry me forward.
Robin: One more thing. The key to America’s survival is to find a way to love respect what’s good about the right.
Elizabeth: What’s good about them?
Ken: They love family. They’re loyal as to a fault. They’re terribly misled by Trump and his cronies.
Billy the Squid: Attract them back to the light with light.
Ken: Easier said than done. But thanks.
Billy the Squid: Elizabeth, some of your dad and grandad are reincarnated on the east coast. Cape Cod to be exact. I’ll keep tuning in on them.
Robin: Getting tired, guys. One last question?
Elizabeth: Nothing top of my mind, your majesty.
Robin: Exactly. Nothingness is what humanity needs more of with their busy minds.
We all laugh.
Robin: Peace out you two. Nanu, nanu.
Billy the Squid: Bye, son. Nice to connect, Elizabeth.
Today, 8/3/19, with some update from 8/6 tossed in, I am still vibrating with the incredible Lion’s Gate energy that came through me the last three nights through the OHOM (Open Heart Open Mind) collective channel while blogging YOUR INVITE TO BREAK THE SPEED OF LIGHT – PART 2. Three nights minus the goddess I love, Elizabeth England, who is visiting family. Miss you, baby.
Now, since 2010 I’ve been channeling a number of spirits and beings — earthly, heavenly and cosmically — after my awakening in yoga hall in Italy. On this blog I re-broadcast the best wisdom from these amazing ET encounters. By far my favorite earthly spirit to channel is Robin Williams. As I write this intro his incredible spirit is sitting here in my office, patiently waiting for his coffee, a wistful smile on his famous face.
Now, about my channeling, since I cannot prove scientifically, yet anyways, that my unexpected connection to spirit is really happening, I always retain a seed of healthy doubt and invite you to do so as well as you read. Real or not, the source is unimportant. It’s the wisdom the process of channeling provides that counts. It gets me out of my head and in touch with my heart.
But to get this channeling started I first need to make a coffee for Robin. The great comedic spirit cannot, of course, drink coffee it in spirit form. Robin just loves to wrap his ghostly hands around a hot mug of java. And I am not the only living person he visits. Here’s the link on a good piece in the Huff Post I found searching “Robin loves coffee”. For the Huffpost writer, Robin’s energy came through a computer. There are other examples out there too. For me I am blessed to hear and see his ghost in the 3D. Be right back after I make a coffee for Robin and I to share.
OK. I am back with a steaming java. Robin’s in a happy mood today. “How’s the coffee, Robin?”
“Yummy in the tummy, that is if I had one anymore,” kids Robin.
“Like the chocolate almond milk I added for a change?”
“Yep. Hardly miss the sugar. Nice energy. Look, normally I love kibitzing, Ken, but can we get to why I am visiting today? ” says Robin, seeming a bit on edge. “We’re not at Coffee Pot restaurant and so I only have your energy to power this visit. We cool?”
“Coolest ever. What’s up, Robin?”
“Let’s talk addiction and how it’s destroying the planet,” says Robin. He gathers his wits, sniffing the coffee on the desk beside me. He’s here in both his new killer whale form and human form for the first time. Usually it’s one or the other.
“Please go on. I’ll keep my yap shut unless something super important occurs to ask you, Robin.”
“As there are no secrets in Hollywood, plus as I made rather light of being a junkie to the legal drug booze in my standup routines ad nauseum, I am famous, or shall I say infamous, for my drug and alcohol escapades during my salad days as a Hollywood superstar. One time I was so strung out on cocaine I did not sleep for 10 days. Never saw it coming that the fame I got conked on the head with in life by God would come back to bite me like a killer shark to a seal. Hmm. So hungry. Where a seal when you freakin’ want one? Anyhow, it was a curse when fame put drugs and booze under my big nose all too often for my feeble self-worth to resist.
Now, after a having had a LOTS, and I mean LOTS, of therapy to get and the to stay sober, way harder than getting sober, I see it all derived from my childhood trauma. Most of it centered around my dear old Pops who never loved me for who I am. Papa dearest meant well, but seemed afraid of the freakish power of my sense of humor. Always so strict you’d think he had 2X4 up his tukis. Yep, as a major corporate stiff Dad never got me or my jokes. It messed me up more than he, or I for that matter, ever knew.
Boo-hoo. Poor me. However, I am not recounting my lousy childhood that made me an adult addict for sympathy. That is not the point of our visitation today, Ken and company. — And thanks ,Kenny Bo Benny, for doing this banana bana bo bana channeling, despite your ever shrinking sense of doubt that I’m real. — No sire, killer shark. I am here to proclaim as a whale of an angel that the tragic way the refugee kids at the border are getting shit on stems directly from America’s deep seated addiction to the darkest high of all, the high of being a racist.
And all of America is racist. Don’t feel superior to the White Supremacist in El Paso that went Mexican hunting in the Wal-mart. Cue my Elmer Fudd imitation of Elmer as a White Supermicist as he breaks the 4th wall, “Hu hu hu, I’m hunting Mexcicans today. Hu hu hu.” Sorry, Elmer. Just clowning to make a point.
You know one of my biggest regrets here in the after life? Not doing enough GOOD MORNING VIETNAM kind of political films. I could have made such a difference. Sure, I’d have made less money. But maybe I would not be on killer whale detail in the Arctic if I’d used my gifts and power.
That’s why this killer whale is proud my astral pal Ken is making a protest film about the mistreatment of the refugee kids. America is building more than a wall, as he says in the new trailer, it’s building resentment. Making a shameless plug for Ken’s film you can donate to here.
Sorry to be so f’ing serious here on the usually lighthearted DreamShield blog today. Actually I am not in a good mood, Ken. How could I be in a good mood when I see the frequencies we killer whales and the other races of whale family are broadcasting to help erase addiction on this planet are going unheard by humanity at the moment? I mean, what the fuck?”
Ken here. I am mostly here. Robin or star beings I channel are never allowed to push me aside. Good boundaries are essential. And even though I am tempted to interrupt Robin here with an apology for misreading his mood as good and asking him a clarifying question I keep my mouth shut. He’s more whale spirit than human these days and he wants to get back to the Arctic where his killer whale self has already returned.
But reading my mind anyways, Robin goes on, “I hear you, Ken. Dear people reading this cool blog, my whale self is up in the arctic swimming through open damned seas! I can see through his big eyes. Where’s the fucking ice? My entire killer whale pod is stunned at the totally open seas where they have never been here before. One young killer whale, who shall goes anonymous chimes in, ‘Good riddance to the ice. This is so great for hunting because the seals have no ice to hide in. Dinner is served!’
Pardon me a sec. I am telepathically telling my brother and sister killers whale not to eat every damn seal in sight. “If we killer whales kill all the seals in this open sea there will soon be no mama seals and no more seal pups. Overeat and we let the oil burning culture of humans who caused this open to sea to kill we the killer whale people win. A lose-lose for we the good guys of cosmic proportions. Mother earth wants the killer whales to outlive the humans, who if they do not wise the fuck up and become the stewards of the earth she evolved them to be, will go extinct by their own hoggish hands.
Ah, cool. My whale tribe is listening, eating only the smallest number of seals we need to survive. Natural greed is thankfully not an addiction we killer whales have to contend with like the human tribe I was once a conscious leader of without being conscious of it. kind like that story where a mackrel, a sea lion and dolphin go into sand bar. The sand bar tender says, ‘What’ll it be gents?’ And the sea lion suddenly eats the makrel and the dolphin and says, ‘Burp.”
So how do I get this concept of caring about this world and stopping global warming across to your dense as brick human audience? I know you love my jokes, eveyone, but this ain’t fucking funny. So pardon my text shouting but…
HELLO! THE FUCKING NORTH POLE IS MELTING.
Put that message on a red MAGA cap and suck on it.
All this global warming denial bullshit is due to human addiction to an ignorant 50s era glorified by an old orange mogul with whale-sized daddy issues. An era that never really existed. An era rife with white racism so thick you could cut it with a burning KKK lawn cross. A mind controlled era of fake good ness born of a long dead era of white conquest of the Native Americans. That’s the real cause behind Trump’s ignoring global warming. The cheeseburger loving lard ass knows global warming will kill more people of color than Nazi Germany killed Jews and Poles by a power of 100.
Accept your within you white entitlement, either overt or covert, either active or passive, lies deep sickness at the heart of every citizens’ racism. That addictive entitlement is at the root cause of all the intelligent ignorance behind the denial of global warming caused by human pollution. Stop denying and start doing something about the way you are fucking up the only planet you have. Screw Elon Musk and his mission to Mars. Gamble all your money on solving earth’s global warming.
Trump is dangerous, not because he’s the evil boogey man the liberal media makes him to be, mostly for their own ratings benefit. Witness the kiss ass NTY headline TRUMP URGES UNITY VS RACSIM. #CanceltheNYT. Rather see Trump as he really is. Not a monster. Just an old fart, a duffer who can only put in a few hours of work a day. A bad hair nightmare suffering brain farts due a traumatic childhood he never did the hard work of therapy to overcome. A messed up childhood that makes him long for a racist past where he still seeks daddy and mama resolution. This even though they’ve both been rotting in an over design grave for too long to be reached.
Gone just like I will be one day, Ken and fans. Life goes on even after life. One day maybe I’ll simply forget I was ever Robin Williams the human and maybe start eating too many seals for my new killer whale species’ own good.
Be on constant guard for mind control from the left or right. Stay centered and stay aware of race bating and politics of distraction. At the same time ignore the endless media coverage getting done on it, droning on and on and there-fucking-by encouraging new racists stars to cut loose for the short burst of fame.
Oh, or should I say OY VEY! Keep in mind that Mr. Butter Would Not Melt in His Mouth Obama was no better a president either. He drones people. Made our social media a spy tool. Dug up sacred lands for oil. All because he too was a damaged child himself. And he too was addicted to seek power for the love of the masses with the lip service of hope and change. That cool cat was was just more genteel about it than angry grandpa bumble fuck Trump.
People, you’ve got to stop playing “me versus them” politics and realize you are all in the same lifeboat with each other whilest rich assholes in the Titanic above you sipping on champagne take a whizzes on all your dumb as dirt heads!
Robin’s voice begins to fade and he shouts,”Shit. Outta spirit juice. Bye, Ken and his coolest ever readers. Thanks for the coffee. Whale kisses.”
END CHANNELING
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Remember always that racism is hate. And hate is ultimately self defeating. Good will always win over evil. Only through love for each other just as we were born of the many races, all of us sharing the same beautiful blue world, can we make it. Yes we can, can…
Sing it Pointer Sisters.
A sad PS. Today August 6th a tragedy struck Robin’s killer whale pod in the Arctic. Stay tuned to my next in the Robin Williams visitations to hear the sad but uplifting whale of a tale DEATH AT THE NORTH POLE BY HUMAN NARCISSISM.
During my stay at Malibu’s Great Spirits Ranch, hosting events and running social media for the bulk of 2012, I was blessed to meet many amazing stars of the LA spirit community. One of those LA stars is now my partner in love, biz and life, Elizabeth England. We’ve been living in bliss together now for three years, nestled in a lovely home in Sedona.
Annelise Balfour Couchman (Annalisa)
As we work round the clock to get the word out about an amazing line of EMF protection devices that literally save lives on our new CoolestTechEver.com e-commerce site, it can be easy to actually forget that magical time. A time when all of us in the yoga and meditation community across the planet were looking forward to the end of the Mayan calendar with hope for a new era in human awareness.
In that heady time, there was lovely woman named Annelise (Annalisa) Balfour who visited the Malibu ranch a few times for GSR events. Her mega-watt smile and contagious positive attitude made her a stand-out from the crowds who visited the 14 acres ranch, perched high above the city of Malibu in the Santa Monica mountains. Annelise was curious about my ET spirit guide Ohom and we had great conversation about the mission of the DreamShield to assist in gently elevating human consciousness through meditation.
Yesterday, amidst all the hype on FB surrounding the mid-term elections, which gratefully succeeded in the Dems taking the house to put some check on 45, I was shocked to learn that sweet Annelise had passed away from breast cancer. It instantly put all the nonsense surrounding Trump and our crazy-making politics into perspective.
Monday, at Ross Pittman’s of ConsciousLifeNews.com’s weekly power of eight meditation event, I asked the group to help Annelise on her journey. Everyone eagerly agreed. As soon as we all closed our eyes and dropped into our heart space I connected to my dear spirit guide Robin Williams; now enjoying an oceanic afterlife as a killer whale, after short reincarnations as a blue whale and a blue dolphin. Robin, who calls himself Nanu these days, volunteered to help in the group meditation.
Robin found Annelise’s spirit wandering the beach in Malibu. When she spotted Robin they connected telepathically and he playfully invited Annelise to swim out and climb aboard his back and hang onto his dorsal fin. Annelise happily accepted Robin’s invitation and soon they were off!
Annelise gleefully clung to Robin the killer whale like a mermaid born for this. Robin dove deep and soared up, flying from from wave to wave. Annelise laughed with carefree joy as the duo glided on the wind and waves.
Now Robin dove deep. Deeper and deeper, down to the bottom of the ocean he raced. At first Annelise worried about air but then chuckled she no longer had the need for mortal breathing. She gasped as up ahead a small portal of golden light opened, a glittering beacon on the dark ocean floor.
Robin told Annelise, “Sorry. Too small for me. This is as far as I can take you, babe. Enjoy your journey to the center for the earth!”
I watched the vision from the Sedona meditation circle with a giddy smile as Annelise’s spirit accepted Nanu’s whale of an invite and dove into the golden portal. Her spirit easily glided though the layers of the earth, gaining in power. Soon she arrived at the planetary core. But instead of hot magma she was amazed the earth’s core swirled in molten gold.
A large golden lever that stuck out from a golden column beckoned to Annelise. Free of mortal hesitation, she pulled the golden lever sharply down. To her joy a wave of golden energy sailed from the earth’s core rocketing out to the surface and kept right on going throughout the solar system and the whole universe.
The vision ended and I shared the story with our Sedona meditation group. Others shared visions too of her powerful presence. And I felt immense gratitude for the abundant health of my love Elizabeth and the mutual support we give each other as we continue to grow and develop as leaders of the conscious community.
Today, America awoke to a renewed Congress, blessed with 100 women of many races and creeds who, to record turnouts, were elected yesterday. Thanks for helping make that happen, Annelise and my coolest ever mediation Sedona pals! Safe journeys on whatever you are up to next on the other side, Annalisa. I have a feeling your part of your work will be helping heal the idiotic divides between the people.
Oh, and I’ll pass your thanks onto spirit guide and killer whale Nanu, AKA Robin Williams.
I’ve truly been blessed to have Robin Williams’ spirit in touch with me often since his death on August 11, 2014. But unlike many people with psychic visions, suspiciously sure of their gifts, I sometimes wonder if Robin’s ghost is really keeping in touch or if it’s all just my wild imagination.
Robin’s spirit finds my uncertainty about his visitations quite funny. Perhaps he keeps showing up, despite my misgivings as a reluctant medium, because I always take his funny visits as a serious message from the higher realms of consciousness. And today’s visit from Robin is super welcome in this post-truth era that’s wearing mighty thin for many of us.
Before I get to Robin’s important as it is funny June 2018 message to the world’s, as the iconic actor who played drama and beautifully as comedy describes today’s, “lazy bum comics” a little history. Robin first appeared to me shortly after his death to help me give comfort to many fans troubled by his suicide. Bummer, we lost two more celebs to suicide this week, designer Kate Spade and chef Anthony Bourdain. Fame and success are no protection against depression.
Not surprisingly, Robin’s spirit musings on his horrific suicide are heartbreakingly funny stuff. Read it on the blog in detail in a special section called THE ROBIN WILLIAMS VISITATIONS. Hmm. Feels like a book’s a brewin’.
After Robin’s first ghostly visit, which happened on one of the many hikes I take here in Sedona’s red rocks, he and I bonded quickly. I would say it’s because we are brother in arms who’ve overcome battles with life’s sadness using laughs. Happily, I instantly found I could channel his comedic stylings with good accuracy for this blog.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS WITH A BLUE WHALE
One amazing day in the fall of 2014 Robin showed up with the spirits of MLK and Mother Teresa. They all wanted a tour of the Buddhist stupa. Which I gave them to my honor as though they were visiting family. I’ve still not found the time to blog about it. I promise to, Robin and readers. Stay tuned.
A few weeks after Robin’s incredible visitations began, I tuned over in bed and yelped as Robin was nose to nose with me under the covers. “Sorry, didn’t want to wake you, Sheetzy. Your snoring’s adorable, btw.”
“Thanks. I think. What brings you to my bed at the crack of dawn, Robin?”
“Sheetzo, I need you to hop on fishing boat off Laguna Beach, and channel me in.”
“Why?” I asked still half asleep, thinking back nostalgically on the days before my 2010 awakening when life was boringly normal. Robin is not the only spirt that visits me.
“Oh. Nothing special, Kenny boy. Just gonna impregnate a virgin whale to reincarnate myself as a blue whale.”
“Oh, is that all?” I said dryly as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. This got a laugh out of Robin. But his laughter quickly faded as I explained to the king of comedy, “Buddy, I am drowning in the workload of a client’s world changer crowd funder. Much as I’d love to travel to the Pacific to help bring you back as a blue whale, Robin, we mortals still have bills to pay.”
“Work from the road. That’s what God made WiFi for.”
“Sorry. I just can’t road trip this thing. Too big. We just launched this cool device that’s going to make it a smarter world. Boost IQ!”
“Fine, Einstein. I’ll do it myself like I have to do everything… when it comes to impregnating virgin whales!” Robin said, his disappointment in me showing on his fading ghostly face.
“Wait, Robin. If you could just wait 60 days or so I promise –”
Robin vanished before I could finish in a disappointed but determined huff. I got up and made some coffee and ruminated that Robin was still used to the star treatment even on the other side. So he’s not used to people saying no very often. I hoped he would not be so angry with me he’d never visit again. However, I made a note to request he not pop into my bed in future and nearly give me a heart attack.
Weeks passed swiftly. My client’s crowd funder became a hit, raising eventually $1.6 million for an update of a beloved scientist’s famed techno-meditation device. So I’d kind of forgotten about Robin’s whale gig when one day, while having a breakfast at my favorite local diner, The Coffee Pot, Robin appeared in the form of a talking blue whale embryo hovering over a portly man’s ham and eggs.
Williams shouted proudly, “I did it, Sheetzy!”
Nearly spit spraying my coffee, I looked slyly around the restaurant. As per usual, despite Sedona being an American mecca for psychics, I was, you guessed it, the only person having this outrageous aquatic visit. “Why the whole whale thing, Robin?” I asked in my mind, deciding I might get a ticket to the looney bin talking out loud to a floating blue whale fetus in a public restaurant.
“Call me, Nanu. That’s my new blue whale name!”
“OK, Nanu Nanu –”
“Just Nanu, Sheetzter. Copyright stuff.”
“Ok, NANU, why reincarnate as blue whale?”
Robin twirled over a blue haired old lady wolfing down her waffles and said proudly, “Because I’m gonna teach the blue whales a new frequency of joy and laughter to broadcast around this bluesy world!”
Robin looked amused by my freaked out face. But it made total sense Robin would not rest long in the afterworld and would seek a cool way to help humanity keep its sense of humor. As if reading my mind about how crazy yet sensible this all seemed to me, Robin added,”Still the doubting Sheetz? Just take a gander at your coffee cup. – Presto!”
Chills ran down my spine, here in the middle of the desert, a relief of dolphins swam on the coffee mug. Robin the blue whale fetus hovered over my head blowing happy air bubble rings as I called over the unsuspecting waitress. I asked her if she’d ever seen a dolphin mug at the restaurant before.
Even though the grizzled middle-aged vet waitress has seen it all in Sedona she gazed in amazement to see dolphins on my coffee mug. “Weird. All we usually got are cactuses and Kokppellis on our mugs.”
I bought the magical mug proof Robin offered at checkout. And if you’re ever a house guest I’ll happily serve you a java from the two more dolphin mugs I’ve since collected on future Williams visits to the Coffee Pot.
Note: Robin loves his coffee and often calls me over to the Coffee Pot, a favorite of visiting celebs, for his spirit visits. He met Elizabeth, my love there and told her, through my channeling, that she is Mamu his mama whale.
Wait a minute! I just joke back to the joker Robin as I write here in 2018, “Swell, so you’re telling me, Robin, that because you were pissed I wouldn’t go with you to the Pacific in 2014 you impregnated my love Elizabeth’s alternate reality whale self?”
“Bingo! Ha ha! Man, took you 4 years to get that joke. You’re dense as a neutron star, bro,” laughs Robin.
Jeez, I Googled that a teaspoon full of neutron star weighs a billion tons. He sure thinks I am dense stuff!
Speaking of how dense we all are in these Trumpy times, back to 2014, two full years before America lost it’s sense of humor with Trump’s hostile take over of not just the news world but the comedy world.
One time back in 2015, shortly after Robin’s successful rebirth as a blue whale, as Trump began his run for king of the world, Robin told me over coffee – BTW Robin just cups his hand around the mug for its cafine energy – “Trump gonna win and he’s gonna be HILAAARIOUS as the good old USA’s most un-presidential prez ever.”
Boy, was that whale baby right. Trump did beat the unfunny Hillary. And just look at all these comics covering Trump as regular as the weather here in depressing as hell 2018.
But, as master of comedy Robin Williams is now shouting at today’s living comics through my keyboard, putting on a Jewish accent, “Oy vey! Enough, funny people! You’re makingme mashugana! The Trump gags are stale as a two week old bagel! Stop beating a dead whale already! ”
That last message of Robin’s rings so true don’t it? Dozens of comedians riffing on Trump’s every stumble everyday for three friggin’ years stinks like a dead whale stranded on a beach for days. The seagulls picking the carcass apart.
And Robin sadly knows all about dead whales. You see, the busy shipping lanes killed his beloved whale mama in late 2017. Grieving her loss, Robin told me in a vision, on a hike to the Airport vortex, that Mamu’s whale body had washed up on the west coast of Mexico. A few months later, in April of this year, Robin came to me to say his whale life too ended the same way as his poor Mamu.
“Don’t be a bummer, Sheetzorini! Tell your readers not to be blue for the blue whale me!” Robin chirps as I type as fast as man untrained in such can, “The Blue Dolphin Clan gave me the body of one of their brain dead young.”
“How appropriate!” getting a zing in as payback for Robin’s neutron star dig.
Robin pretends not to hear my zinger and goes on, “And I’m ready start teaching the song of joy and laugher to the dolphins now. That is soon as I can figure out where my dolphin dick is. Oh wait. I’m a girl dolphin now. Holy mackerel!”
Pause for reader laughter Robin tells me.
“No problem, the name Robin works for either gender,” I communicate to his spirit, stalling for time to keep up on the keyboard with his rapid fire mind.
“Guess Nanu swings both ways too. Hey, know what we dolphins think of all the media’s fuss over Trump? Ever hear Flipper laugh in that old TV show?” says Robin doing a tail stand in my mind’s eye.
“You mean like this, Robin?” I say digging up a clip.
“Close enough! – Fun fact. Did you know we beautiful and brilliant dolphins were sentient thousands of eons before human’s discovered how to make fucking fire?”
“Gotta admit, like most humans I believe, we’ve always been the brightest species on the planet,” I type communucate.
“Right. Even though humans work themselves to death to get that newest model gas guzzler causing global warming?” Robin dolphin chuckles.
“Yup, Gottta admit I am looking at a new Jeep at the moment.”
“Think Prius, ya noob.”
“Need a Jeep for the 4-wheel drive for the red rocks, shark bait.”
” Touche. Well do some checks on electric that can off road. Pinkie swear? Not that I have one anymore.”
“Fin swear then. Will do, Robin.”
“Nanu, still Nanu please. Good because we dolphins warn…” says Robin/Nanu, trying to sound as ominous as young dolphin can,”..that your species needs to stop worrying about one certain old as fuck human being, no matter how fat, orange and nasty. HUGE waste of time. Time your species doesn’t have, BTW. ”
“Why?” I ask.
“Earth’s oceans are running out of fucking oxygen!”
In shock I do a search mid-blog based on Robin’s dire warning and found this video. If you have 55 minutes it will wise you up in a big way even if the production values are about zilch.
Vindicated about his warning on earth’s diminishing air supply, as well as making me realize how real his visits are, Robin/Nanu grimly continues, “Better you eco-morons focus on saving the oceans, where most of your oxygen is made, than ruminating on how many cheeseburgers Trump can ingest daily without having a coronary!”
Robin/Nanu bitingly goes on, “Be original, human comics. You’re all lazy as fuck. Hello! Comedy 101, you can’t make parodies about of a living one like Trump.”
“Amen, Nanu!”
Nanu Williams rants on, “Get the fuck over the pathetic Trump, funny bones, and get back to your damn job of making people laugh. Save getting political for the biggest joke on the planet… the fucking politicians! Get smart and get the word out earth is running out air instead of spreading hot air. Got it?”
“Got it! Will share, Nanu Williams the blue dolphin!”
“Cool, Kenster. Williams out!”
Well, the you have it, straight from Robin Williams the newly reincarnated blue dolphin Nanu: Trump is officially no longer hilarious.
Coming up for air on Halloween, from a Monday business horror I gasped at the five voicemails missed from my baby brother in Wisconsin. Worried Bruce was going to tell me my 89 year-old mom had passed, my fingers moved too fast to register on the glass of my smartphone.
When I finally calmed down enough to return Bruce’s call, my sister-in-law Marianne somberly let me know my other brother Fred, recently turned 63, had died of a heat attack the day before. Weird thing I told my love Elizabeth I felt Fred was going to be passing soon because of his dangerous addiction game. So I foolishly thought I was prepared, but the news of losing my Irish twin Fred hit me like a mile long freight train full of lead doing 90.
Marianne handed the phone to Mom. Her voice choked with tears, Mom bitterly wondered, “Losing both my husband of 35 years and Fred within only 4 months of one another, what is that about, Ken? You’re the one who talks to angels.” Deep in grief and shock myself, I told her I’d need more time to wrestle with that and did my best to comfort my mother her second born son Fred’s pain was over.
Soon as I hung up my false bravado evaporated fast as a Sedona dusting of snow, my client troubles put into somber perspective.
Fred (left) with me and mom
The only time I’d spoken to Fred in the last four years of a tough love regimen came earlier this year when I was helping my mom cope with her husband’s stroke that put him in a coma from which he’d never awaken. Mom had asked me to screen her calls from the flock of salesman seeking to sell her everything from stairlifts to funeral services.
I picked up for her saying, “D’Acquisto residence.”
Fred croaked in the gravely voice he gets with abusing, “Hey, Ken. Strange times.”
I icily said, “Sure are,” and quickly handed the phone to mom.
TOUGH LOVE IS TOUGH
Doctors warned all of us in the family gathering bedside in 2013, as Fred lay in an induced coma, that he’d die if he ever drank again. Four years deep into the tough love thing had backfired and I never got to properly say good-bye to a brother who suffered a horrible childhood right beside me. I am having trouble coping with that. The guilt is enormous.
Me with Fred during his coma from an ulcer 2013 due to alcohol abuse.
Elizabeth, who blessedly came into my life in 2015, escaping LA to live with me here in Sedona, has comforted me as best she could after this final loss of my brother from his long drawn out death, which abuse made this a decades long process. I am not much fun to be around right now. Her patience has been epic and I swear I will not let Fred ruin this relationship from the grave.
Like my Sicilian stepfather Nick, I learned there was also to be no family funeral for Fred. No traditional Irish open casket ceremony. So I welcomed Elizabeth’s idea for us to co-create a private ceremony in Sedona to mourn Fred.
Sadly, and the pattern is all too painfully obvious, Elizabeth had lost a brother to addiction three years ago where there was no funeral. So I insisted we add William, along with my stepfather Nick to the our work of mourning their three tragic deaths.
Elizabeth has explained ritual is something of a lost art in our cold hearted modern life. She and I first created and altar for the three souls with a five day candle burning. We bought Celtic medallions for Fred and William, who had the curse of the Irish in not handling booze well and for Nick we chose an ancient piece of Hopi pottery to represent his place and an elder in the ritual.
Grieving Puja Elizabeth and I Created for William, Nick and Fred
A week into the grieving, guided by a book Elizabeth read to me each night at bed by Maldoma Some’, I dove through denial into deep anger fueled by client troubles. Troubles getting worse as I was not coping well and messing things up as my patience I normally have for my eccentric and wonderful client in abundance was crippled by my grief.
WHALE OF A FAIRY TALE
A bright spot in all this grief is I’ve been deeply touched by an amazing outpouring of love and comforting by Facebook friends that’s helped me through this. Never let anyone tell you Facebook friends are fake!
I’ve also been comforted by a certain blue whale I connect to in spirit named Robin Williams in a past life whose become a regular in my life and this blog in THE ROBIN WILLIAMS VISITATONS. Robin volunteered to help guide Fred to his resting place in the cosmos, all the while making wisecracks like, “I can help Fred as one junkie to another that fucked up his life.”
On Saturday I decided to take a badly needed break from client troubles and Fred’s mourning and went to a Bruce Lipton lecture. I was hosting the amazing Kathleen Gildred of Gorgeous Goddess Wear and she had offered me one her vendor passes at the Create Your Life Conference she was part selling her cool stuff at. How could I say no?
What a genius Lipton is! And so funny. I wondered — as Bruce made so much clear to us all of the science of love and it’s influence on good health — guiltily about how I knew in my heart Fred would be dying weeks before Mom was frantically trying to reach me while I was lost trying to save my biggest account. Knew it cold.
I regretted amid the conference that I didn’t break my tough love regimen and call Fred Lee Sheetz at least say good bye. It sucks to be psychic sometimes. I brought my overactive mind back to present, laughing at a slide Bruce showed that demonstrated why politicians have no brains.
Bruce Lipton at the Create Your Life Conference in Sedona
After Lipton’s pessimistic but paradoxically optimistic look at the extinction of all life on earth if we don’t get our asses in gear and shift our collective consciousness to love, I grabbed a Vegan lunch and mingled with Create Your Life event goers. Some of the guests said they were going on a fairy walk on the grounds of the state park behind Enchantment and invited me along.
As the golf cart arrived I was happy to see in the crowd I was not the only guy for once on one of these spiritual close encounters.
Now, ever since 2010 in Mt. Shasta over an argument over spaghetti dinner with a human/fairy – Yes, they exist! – I’ve had many failed encounters with fairy folk. So I was hoping the walk might change my fairy luck. My Irish grandmother believed in fairies and leprechauns and so I knew the fairy folk might be able to help Fred find peace.
Unlike angels, fairies have egos and can be mischievous. Which is where I fall down on the fairy connection. But our sweet guide Courtney Long, a human fairy herself, was superb at explaining that fairies like people who recycle and seek the lowest footprint on the planet. Things I’ve become far better at since 2010. So I relaxed and began to connect to the faries in the beauty of the Boyton Canyon.
Human Fairy and Angel Fairy Expert Courtney Long
Wow! I saw thousands of fairies giggling in the trees lift off in the Sedona sky to meet our group of about 100. All fairy believers.
The beach-like red sand trail I slowly tread along with our enchanted group hunting faries was dappled in sunlight. A gentle breeze in the pines and cedars sparkled fairy dust everywhere. I relaxed free of client troubles and Fred’s loss when my fairy hunting eye caught sight of a pod in a cluster in bush.
Looking with my third eye, wide open with Courtney’s expert guidance, I saw in that pod a tiny fairy where I saw a newborn fairy. Instantly knew Fred had been born as a teensy girl fairy named. He told me telepathically his new name is Fredwenna.
Robin Williams, a giant blue whale soaring in the sky above the treetops above me, kidded baby Fred doing his funniest NYC accent, “Ladies and gents, I present that most adorable hot dog ever, The Fred Weena!” A few people on the tour wondered what I was laughing at.
My sorrow exploded into joy. Fairies sang a chorus of bliss. Fred was back!
After I got home and reunited with Elizabeth with a tender hug and saw that my amazing client, who has been ill so I had asked the fairies to do a healing on, had called me when I was deep in the fairy land, witnessing the rebirth of my beloved brother Fred.
When I returned the super client’s call we were in tears on both sides that we had been so harsh with each other. We’ve still not worked it out, as it’s royal mess I can’t get into here, of course. But the fairies, in whose care my lost kid brother Fred’s soul rests, tell me it’s all going to work out and not to be too anxious or sad.
Fredweena is happy in the Boyton Canyon fairy world and I am Fairy Grateful.
My next blog will be about how I repaid Robin Williams’ blue whale spirit self for helping my lost brother find the fairy lands in my next coolest ever blog post titled:
“The Ocean is Getting Lonely – The Robin Williams Visitations”
Look for it soon as writing is my therapy.
Learn more about events where we can meet plus grab some cool loot from the amazing spirit scientists supporting our planetary healing at CoolestMeditationEver.com
Chills ran down my spine, here in the middle of the desert, a relief of dolphins swam on the coffee mug. Robin the blue whale fetus hovered over my head blowing happy air bubble rings as I called over the unsuspecting waitress. I asked her if she’d ever seen a dolphin mug at the restaurant before.
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