So much negativity, in our media, in our social media, in our politics these days. Things look so bleak many people are opting out of this reality, whether it be loosing themselves in video games, addiction to substance abuse, suicide and more.
But it’s really not as dark a time as it appears. It’s important to realize the number one advertiser on the news is pharma. And pharma wants us on their antidepressant drugs. Watch, or better read, only enough news to keep abreast. If you voted you’ve done you civic duty. It’s not required you stay totally up on Trump’s latest tweet.
There’s a better solution to watching our broken media. M E D I T A T I O N. Go within. The universe within is just as big as the universe without. Paradoxically going within and silencing your mind gives you access to gently influencing the reality without through the power of unconditional love and setting intentions in the quantum field meditation gives you access to.
The powers that be have no control over your say so in the universe. And your ticket is as simple as concentrating on your breathing and allowing yourself to disconnect from a world that feeds on fear.
In meditation you will radiate love. There’s really no option not to. Loving your enemies is not exclusive to any faith. It’s not easy. I’ve been working for two years to send love to Trump in meditation. Not just the words but real love. I feel close.
Trump is deeply annoying to begin with for me, a former real estate mogul disgusted by his brash style and lack of ethics. But the media uses him as way to divide us. Have we ever seen so much hate and fear spread about any single man in our lifetimes in the media. It’s such overkill. Why?
Simple. It sells and advertisers love it. Only by our tuning out the media and going within for clarity will we get the kind of inner media to nourish our souls. Only by forming our our opinions in the deep thought meditation affords can we be free.
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.
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.
If you’re new to the blog you know I’ve been given the monumental task of holding a space for love in the collective consciousness for, of all people, one Donald J. Trump. I was assigned this odd challenge, a nearly impossible task for an independent voter like me, by an intergalactic spirit guide named OHOM; short for Open Heart Open Mind.
Loving Trump and his equally off key followers is a lesson OHOM tells me is needed for the planet and my own mastery. I can hear my Irish grandmother, warning from the afterlife, “See, Kenny. I told you not to talk to ghosts!” To which I reply back, “But aren’t you ghost now Grandma?” Silence.
It’s, as you can imagine, a super tough mission. Tougher even than my 2012 trip to do 24 meditations, one dedicated to each time zone of the world, as near as I could get to the South Pole in Antarctica. Shameless plug, I filmed the adventure and it’s become a cult hit in the conscious community. In fact. conscious leader, world famed psychic Maladoma Some’ PhD, in a private session, predicted my Antarctica meditations will be admired and studied for decades.
While OHOM, on the other hand, tells me quite the opposite. The blue-skinned ET advised me before I even set out for Antarctica that few people will ever believe the twenty-four 12.12.12 meditations, which we co-created in the land of ice and snow, will ever get much recognition for what any planetary good they did.
I’m cool with either prediction. You can the watch the movie here. THE COOLEST MEDITATION EVER: ANTARCTICA 12.12.12 has, so far, toured the Southwest US, sometimes to sold out crowds or to nearly empty theaters. Thereby manifesting both realties of the Some’ and OHOM predictions at once.
Anyway, back to my testy love assignment for the benefit of, “Mr. How in the Hell Can He Still be President?” As I mentioned earlier, I’ve been assigned the “uber” tough task to hold space of love for Trump, along with his protestor punching followers. Sometimes, I almost succeed with help of my yogini Elizabeth, who went to the Trump Inauguration with me.
But most times it’s far too easy to fall into anger. Give me a break please, because I’ve not liked Trump since reading his dickish book THE ART OF THE DEAL in the 80s. Not to mention a 24/7 mass media Trump feeding frenzy none of us can escape.
So I’ve been asking for help a lot these past two years. Spirit guide Robin Williams told me in 2016, reported here on the blog, that Trump’s presidency would be hilarious. True at times. Terribly not true most times. But the great comic spirit has been short on material for me. Perhaps his current incarnation as a killer whale makes him less funny? Sorry, Robin.
Yeah, Trump is even tough for comedy master Williams to cope with. For example, Trump appearance at the UN where he was a laughing stock for bragging he’s America’s best prez ever. Later he claimed he was playing the UN crowd for laughs. I call BS. The man does love his lies. I saw the crowd began laughing at Trump then laughed deep in relief when the isolationist dictator wannabe took it in stride.
Happily, last night I scored some fresh inspiration to help with the thorny meditations on Trump. It came in the form of author and comedian Steve Bhaermna, whose stage names is Swami Beyondananda. He had the crowd in stitches at the Sedona Creative Life Center last night. He’s the author of funny, yet deep, book called SWAMI FOR PRECEDENT.
Here Swami speaks of heeling Trump from Ahole to Be whole.
And, again, here’s Swami Beyondananda on a very cool panel.
Getting back to the blog title I came up with this morning, inspired by last night’s insightful comedy by Swami Beyondananda: WFT? – What’s Trump For?
I meditate that Trump is a fun house mirror, drawing humanity’s deepest negative energies to the surface for healing. That the Brooklyn bad boy is here to show us all that rules are made to be broken.
OK, that’s all I can muster during the stench of his newly minted tax scandal and mocking of Ford to get a man accused of being a drunken rapist onto the Supreme Court. I send Trump and his loyal as hell followers love while I break a sweat and make a run for toilet.
Place them side by side and the philosophies of Mr. Rogers and President Trump are nothing less than the forces love versus hate.
Nice guys versus tough guys are heavy on my mind today because last night my love Elizabeth wanted, well more like demanded, we watch a documentary about the life and work of Mr. Fred Rogers, host of the beloved PBS show MISTER ROGERS NEIGHBORHOOD, now on Amazon.
I was reluctant to watch it because I am 50s kid. So Mr. Rogers’ PBS show was not part of my childhood. Digging deeper in my reluctance, I recalled a lot of rumors back in the Nixon years of Mr. Rogers being a Gay. Worse, a pedophile.
Finally, after some gentle scolding from Elizabeth for buying into the rumor mill, I watched WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR. The film erased decades of horrible Matrix programming. In the masterful film I simply saw a gentle family man with children and wife who dedicated himself to teaching kids that love and kindness is a powerful way to live.
The Sun-Times called it the feel good film of the year. But I’d call WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR one of the most important films my lifetime. Why? You see, my Dad was a blue collar welder who came to maturity as a US Army drill sergeant. Dad never understood the fact I could be an an artist and nice person and not be Gay, much like Fred Rogers.
I can’t help but wonder what he would have thought of Trump’s disrespect of a man far his moral superior, Senator John McCain, this past week.
As devoted Christian, Mr. Rodgers had to be rolling over in his grave this week as the ever self-serving Donald Trump, fearing impeachment, told a gathering evangelical leaders that there will be violence if the Democrats retake the House and Senate come November 2018. Violence? Only if he’s the one making it happen by continuing to demonize Democrats.
If Trump lasts in office until 2020, it’s going to be the three generations of the WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR students of love and kindness of Mister Rogers that sweep him from office.
Thanks for the 5 star Mister Rogers enlightenment Elizabeth. As always, you lift me higher.
Take heart. At the end of the day let’s visualize that Q’s glomming onto the conscious movement, desperately searching for GOP voters, is about as meaningful as Photoshopping my puss onto Jerry Garcia’s body.
But I am really more of a Trekkie than a Dead Head. So for me Q will always be the mercurial, all powerful alien that nearly drove Captain Picard mad on STAR TREK – NEXT GENERATION back in good old 1987.
Here in nutty new 2018, Q has ripened into the strangest political movement ever. One that believes Trump is a secret messiah, come to destroy the deep state. Whaa?
Examine this Q chart, getting shared in social media. Note how it demonstrates that the Q of 2018 has latched onto the Higher Consciousness community’s every aspect from Tibetan Meditation to the Galactic Federation. How apropos that in Q’s Great Awakening chart it states “everything is an illusion”.
I have no proof, yeah, I still care about such things, but this ambitious chart is so perfectly targeted to appeal to New Agers of all disciplines as to have sprung fully grown from Cambridge Analytica’s 2016 raid on Facebook.
I don’t know about you, dear reader, but we at Coolest Meditation Ever ain’t buying the Q ultimate conspiracy theory that Trump is a secret mastermind and savior by a long-shot. So why might Q be targeting out beloved spirit community?
One very self serving reason: Trump’s political base, while amazingly steadfast, if not stubborn, has not grown. So to maintain the support Trump needs in Congress and the Senate in the 2018 race, crucial to avoiding impeachment potential, the GOP badly needs new blood. And the political masterminds behind Q see that our conscious community, comprised largely of disillusioned Bernie backers and highly imaginative people suspicious of our government, are fresh voter meat.
I am only spitballing here, but since the US military and CIA are “officially” forbidden from running PSYOPs (short for Psychological Warfare) on the American people, it may be possible Q is a renegade of our own military or, you guessed it, a Russian PSYOP.
Sorry to digress into a conspiracy theory within a conspiracy theory, in Russian gathering doll fashion, but in Q we’ve gone all the way through the looking glass.
Spirit friends, I believe whoever or whatever is behind the Q movement has underestimated the conscious community’s respect for the value another word that begins with T R U besides Trump. And that word is, of course, TRUTH.
Indeed, it’s flat out gas-lighting for Q players to propose that Trump is not the sexist, racist and greedy guy you are seeing and hearing with your own eyes. This is a flat out war on truth and the stakes could not be higher as Colbert jokes about here in “It’s better to laugh than cry” fashion.
Even watching on what has nearly become state-media, FOX NEWS has reported Trump as weak on standing up to Putin for messing with our elections. And yet Trump personally asks us not to believe what we see or hear? Sorry, Trump, Trump fans and Q folks, that’s the path to madness not enlightenment.
The conscious community’s only hope of avoiding of the Q snare is to trust our own discernment. Go inward and the answers will become clear. Start meditating on the fact that Trump’s not about love, the main ingredient in common with all factions of our higher conscious community. That’s enough for me to reject him and all he stands for and I hope it will be for you too.
Think love. Let’s not let these Q opportunists divide our already small spirit community.
It was not as easy as thought it would be, but I have succeeded in my goal for one week of abstaining from Trump news.
Good news, the fate of the world has not changed during my week of freedom from reading Trump news or watching Trump related media.
Even more interesting, because Trump is so omnipresent in the fixated media’s headlines and in my friends social media postings, I did not miss any important Trump news by ignoring the master agitator.
Most interesting of all, a lot of my accidental addiction to the endless cycle of anger filled Trump news has been released. I cried for half an hour today, day 7 of my #TrumpCleanse, and I do not cry as a habit very much.
I cried for the pain in both political camps, conservative and liberal. Both trapped in a cycle of mutual hatred.
I cried for my hero Tom Hanks getting smeared with the phony pedophile brush used by the extreme right to attack those who disagree with Trump.
I cried for the victims of school shootings getting accused by the extreme right of being actors.
I cried for lost friends from both ends of the political spectrum as I continue to hold the center, at least as I see it, between the true left and true right.
I cried for the left brain oriented people who love the world of illusion versus reality. The left side of the brain is numbers and analysis. So my theory, gained in the free time dropping Trump news gave me to meditate, is that left brained people are so starved for the fanciful they are prone to political brainwashing.
I cried for the rising Q movement that plays into a left-brained fever dream that Trump is some kind of genius secretly working with Mueller to draw out darkness Trump alone can solve in America’s soul. Now that’s one “sad” delusion.
I cried for great comedians of today who are raking up Trump schtick everyday.
I cried for our free press under constant attack by Trump and his followers.
I cried for a GOP in tatters and for the lost Dems, who serve the same corporate masters, who have yet to offer any real change I can discern.
I cried about the endless Russia investigation and the web of lies surrounding it on both sides.
I cried for the families of World War Two soldiers who died fighting the Nazi’s only to see Nazi-like racism rise on our own shores.
I cried for our allies who’ve been so badly mistreated by Trump.
I cried for all the people who serve and lie for Trump at the peril of the reputations and souls.
I cried for the constant devise bombardment of Russian trolls and their unchecked hacking of our democracy.
I cried for a lot more things wrong in our lives right now that have nothing to do with Trump, who serves as diversion while fat cats mess with our lives.
But most of all I cried at last for the loss of my brother Fred 8 months ago. Fred and I used to discuss politics for hours on end. I realize I’ve been using Trump news to avoid thinking of Fred.
My kid brother Fred was one of the smartest most insightful people I’ve ever known. Sadly, Fred was a perfectionist who fell into depression about our imperfect world. He escaped his pain through drugs and alcohol. And at only 62 Fred escaped this world for good, ending his life in a nursing home alone and estranged from me and our whole family.
Farewell, dear brother. I hope you’ll help us through these Trumpy times from the other side.
I am happy to report that after abstaining from Trump news for a full week I truly feel like a new man. That’s a lot of emotional gain from simply tuning out the most famous man in the world.
Don’t believe me when I say Trump is the most famous person in the world? Well, a company called mediaQuant, which measures the value of free media exposure if it had to be bought, estimated in the month of January of 2017 that Trump got more media attention than the other top 1,000 celebrities in the world combined. No wonder Trump’s so hard to ignore.
So feel no shame if you too are a Trump news junkie. Liberal or conservative, please consider giving yourself a Trump anger toxin free week. You will still know what’s happening without reading the slanted stories and video I assure you.
Again, tears are an emotional detox. So after a week, or longer if needed, of freedom from Trump’s circus be sure to have a box tissues ready because Trump’s angry America is a real tearjerker.
Please share this idea of doing a #Trumpcleanse.
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This saddest Father’s Day ever, President Trump seeks to shift blame to Democrats for the horrific separation of Mexican children from their families even though his GOP controls both the House and Senate. I’ve channeled my outrage into this fictional short screenplay to help convey the pain of these poor innocents.
FATHER’S DAY AND THE WALL OF SORROW
By Ken Sheetz
INT. PANEL TRUCK (MOVING) – DAY
TINA MUNOZ, 4 years old, cries deeply into a tattered baby blanket. Her wailing is nearly drowned out by the dozen other MEXICAN CHILDREN.
BETTY, 30s, an overweight American social worker with a kind face, places her pudgy hands over her ears to try to block out the overwhelming grief that fills the panel truck’s interior. Curly Red hair matted to her head, Betty picks up her cell phone and shouts to be heard over the din of the agonized kids.
Gods mercy! Still no AC back here! Isn’t it bad enough we ripped these babies from their family on Father’s day of all days?
Betty does her best to listen to the DRIVER, a middle aged Texan, on the phone.
DRIVER (VO/ Voice over)
Ma’am, I swear to God AGAIN there ain’t nothin’ we can do.
Pull into a gas station and get this AC fixed! It must be 120 degrees back here!
Sorry. I ain’t authorized to make no kinda stops.
Do you want dead children on you hands, Mister… what’s your name?
Mister none of your damn business! What’s broke is broke! Now, with all due respect, Betty, do your God damn job and I’ll do mine. Get them little brats shut up!
Driver hangs up on Betty. In despair, she looks around at the 13 wailing children and chooses one, Tina, to take into a consoling hug.
BETTY (In Spanish)
I’m so sorry, little one. Can you tell me your name?
Tina welcomes the embrace of Betty.
TINA (In English)
I am Tina. Tina Munoz. What’s your name, nice lady?
Betty! You speak English so well little one!
Mama teached me ’cause we go to America; land of the free.
Betty’s sad expression shows Tina’s words have cracked in her professional demeanor. At a loss for words, Betty strokes Tina’s sweaty hair.
When do I see Mama and Papa again?
I could lie, child, and tell you “soon”. But I want to prepare you for the sad fact I don’t —
A 5 year old boy with a bowl haircut, ROBERTO, faints to the panel truck’s floor. Tina dives to his side.
Roberto! He’s my brother!
Roberto’s eyes flutter back into his head as he goes into a racking seizure.
Betty’s fingers tremble as she dials the cell phone to reach the driver, who silently answers.
(being as sweet as possible)
Driver? Hi. I am so sorry if I sounded cross before. I don’t blame you for all this. But we’ve got a serious problem on our hands. A little boy, no more than four or five, is having heat stroke convulsions. If we don’t get him fresh air and hydration soon — Hello?
Betty curses under her breath as the driver cuts off the call.
As the panel truck pulls to a red light Betty eyes the side door latch.
Betty punches in her key code access and pulls open the panel truck’s side door. A heavenly breeze passes through the panel truck. Roberto gasps in fresh air, calming instantly.
An 11 year-old Mexican boy darts out the door and, quick as a deer, vanishes into the hedges.
Before anymore children can escape an angry Boarder Patrol AGENT, Mexican/American, 30s, appears at the door, brandishing a submachine gun, impending violence on his face.
AGENT (In Spanish)
All of you! Sit the fuck down!
Agent slams the panel truck door shut in Betty’s face before she can utter a word.
EXT. ARMY BASE GATES – DAY
Betty wipes tears mixed with sweat as the Mexican children, clothes soaked to their beautiful brown skin, hop from the panel truck.
Last off, Roberto leans on Tina. They slowly make their way from the panel truck, the little duo scurry to Betty and burry their faces in her soft but sweat soaked dress.
Agent spins angrily on Betty.
I only count twelve!
BETTY (trying not to sound proud)
One got away.
You shoulda told me, bitch!
I tried to before you slammed the door in my face, you disgusting traitor to you own people!
Agent slightly hangs his head slightly, properly shame.
Driver appears and blows a hocker on the ground in disgust at Betty’s feet.
God damned liberals. You got no part in God’s work.
I’ll have you know I am an ordained minister, you Trump loving boob!
Driver lunges for Betty. Tina and Roberto scream.
But Agent restrains Driver in the nick of time.
Cool your jets, amigo. She’ll get hers when they find out she let one of the illegals escape.
Driver spits at Betty again, this time in her face, and hops back in his panel truck.
Ha! Got me another load of wetback brats to pick up anyways!
That’s right. Help Trump build his wall off sorrow!
Flummoxed beyond words, Driver races off the panel truck in a cloud of dust.
WOMAN WITH PURPLE PLASTIC GLOVES, Black, 20s, kindly gestures to Betty to allow her take Tina and Robert through the Army Base gates.
Betty ignores her and turns warily to Agent.
Can I please come with them? Get them settled in?
Agent grimly shakes his head “no” and motions to the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves to get to it. She manages to send Betty a sympathetic look as she pries the weaker Roberto looses of Betty.
Tina gives Betty a last hug and dejectedly follows her big brother, the only family member she has left in the world, through the army base gates accompanied by the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves and the Agent, doing his best not to show his self hatred.
Betty sobs into her pudgy hands as she watches the kids vanish into the Army camp.
Passing wall she spots a plaque on commemorating the internment of the Japanese in World War II, Betty falls to her knees, her sorrow watering the desert.
BETTY (sobbing at the plaque)
Happy Father’s day…
What’s happening today, tearing children literally from the arms of parents illegally entering America, is worse than our cruelty to the Japanese Americans of WWII. Then, at least, Japanese families suffered together.
Please share our fictional account of the horrors being inflicted on these all to real innocent Mexican children, bound to be scarred for life. Only by touching people’s hearts can this American tragedy end.
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