tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72803513385865647422024-03-14T02:46:23.996-07:007 Years in Hollywoodsheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-66008861657282254472012-01-08T10:56:00.000-08:002012-01-08T11:05:13.422-08:00MEXICO TO MARS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #ff9900;"><i><b>What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being? </b></i></span>
<span style="color: #ff9900;"><i><b> <span style="color: #ff9900;">Jose Saramago</span></b></i></span><br />
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By Ken Sheetz<br />
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Like the trip to Italy that began DreamShield in May of 2010, I was
bartering a spiritual workshop, this one in Mexico, for social media
services. And like Italy, with that barter there were still expenses
for travel. Earning money for a spur of the moment trip during the
holidays was tough, especially in a disintegrating economy. But through
sheer will power to attend this once in a lifetime class on the one
year countdown to the end of the Mayan calendar I got the dough together and was on my way to
the ancient ruins of Teotihuacan Mexico.<br />
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Soon I was
learning Toltec wisdom from a world-renowned master. It was pure joy.
My consciousness rapidly expanding. Old patterns being discovered in
the ruins of Teo and erased.
The goal of the 4 day workshop was to set our group dreaming of a better
2012 was a perfect fit to my DreamShield mission. I felt divine
guidance to be in Teo for the one year countdown to the end of the Mayan
age.<br />
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But, I must admit, I also felt out of my league to be attending such a
gathering of eagles as the teacher called us one day in Teotihuacan
Mexico when we were atop the Pyramid of the sun. Even though a natural
eagle pattern has emerged in my hair as it's whitened since seeing
angels in Italy the first time. Yeah, an eagle in my hair and I still
have doubts.<br />
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It's an odd stage for me. I am no longer a newbie to spirit work and but there's still a lot I do not have a clue about. I feel like a spiritual teenager. Well, a good thing to feel as I turn 60 in the fall of this amazing year of 2012!
In any case, I certainly felt honored to be in Teo.<br />
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Fellow advanced students, I've learned at these gatherings, are as much a part of the learning as from the master. One classmate, a charming man from Turkey, shared meditation technique for quieting the mind at the pool I had not heard about.<br />
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Later, I walked deep into the big garden behind the hotel, which sits itself upon ruins of Teo, that have never been excavated, and gave his technique a whirl. It involves dividing your attention in two, giving half your awareness to a sound and the other to something visual.
I<br />
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<span style="color: #33cccc;">MISSION TO MARS, 12.20.11
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I looked up at the three 7 foot tall angels I had first met in Italy. The spiked feathers of their blue wings glittered in the late Mexican afternoon sun.<br />
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"The solstice is not until tomorrow. You're a day early." I said as my higher Ohom ET angel self, annoyed my vacation was getting interrupted.<br />
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Archangel Michael said, "Element of surprise."<br />
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"Yes," I sighed, already far wiser than my Ken-self when I become Ohom.<br />
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Michael pulled me to my feet. I looked down from my 7 foot height saw my human Ken-body resting on the lawn in warm Teo sun.
"Well, at least my human self is having a rest," I said.<br />
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"Let's go!" said Gabrielle, a beautiful female blue angel.<br />
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A year ago, I didn't know the names of these angels, let alone that I was part of their clan of galactic enforcers from the Orion star system. Now 18 months later we had been on many missions together, closed the Bermuda Triangle, a failed Martian artificial merkaba experiment that had destroyed Atlantis and the remnants of which cause our wars and divorces, healed the San Andreas fault, melted a portal in space time for the earth to travel to the 5th dimension, unscrambled time with the MERLIN code, cut the tap to Gaia's energy for the world's banks and the Fed and much more recorded in the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_271390745">DreamShield</a><a href="http://dreamshieldorg.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"> </a>blog.<br />
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We rocketed into the sky from the gardens of the hotel. I could see the vast Teotihuacan pyramid complex shrinking beneath us as we broke though the clouds.
As we reached the edge of space, without asking, I knew our angelic mission. Rescue the heart of Gia. A heart I knew was no longer on the earth that was quickly shrinking beneath me.<br />
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Gaia's heart was being held by hostile Martians on a fortified canyon called Valles Marineris on Mars.
The rescue of Gaia's heart would be dangerous, even for us with our Galactic enforcer powers, as this Martian canyon was filled with traps and weapons bent on our destruction. A tough search as the canyon is many times deeper than earth's Grand Canyon and long as the entire US continent.<br />
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To be continued...
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</div>sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-77413064077292732332011-11-26T22:07:00.001-08:002014-12-18T06:20:48.345-08:00Thanksgiving Vision<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Two weeks ago, on the magical binary date of 11.11.11, I co-hosted a beautiful event about the ascension with a star-studded evening of speculation about ETs role in the Shift I'd been guided to create by a God-like voice 18 months ago in Italy. The masterful ceremonies and workshops had been created to perfection by the amazing multi-talented co-host Laura De León of <a href="http://mymysticmuse.com/" target="_blank">MyMysticMuse</a>. You see, sadly I was not very "present", to put it mildly, for my own event.<br />
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I've been pondering for the entire time since, wishing I could have enjoyed something so beautiful that I'd help create, all stemming from an angelic vision I had in Italy for a gentle 2012. The 11.11.11 event is possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever been a part of bringing into this world. So why had I been so hard on myself and hard for Laura and others on the team to be around me that day and the weeks leading up to the big day? Why was Laura's singing her amazing Babaji song with Philippo Franchini one of the few moments I truly enjoyed on 11.11.11? Exhaustion? No. This was more than simple exhaustion. The excuse I tried to hide behind post 11.11.11.<br />
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I took a break from pondering my failure to enjoy 11.11.11 to ponder the parallels of family dynamics in why I'd not enjoyed Thanksgiving this year. I was traveling from my Vegas Thanksgiving, back home the way I'd been doing in these tough times for two years now, by a Greyhound Bus. The Friday 10 AM bus back to LA was 5 minutes late without any Greyhound announcements so I calmly asked one of the bus terminal attendants, "What's the delay?"<br />
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The Greyhound attendant smirked at me and said in a thick Asian accent, "Buddy, you better learn something. This is Greyhound! Bus gets here when bus gets here!" </div>
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The people in line laughed at my expecting decent service for what is not that much less than a Southwest Airline fare.
A sweet little Black lady, with a white fur hat that made her look like a stylized rabbit out of Alice in Wonderland, turned to me from ahead in line and said, "Public transportation, mister. Gotta expect this kinda thing." </div>
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I reminded her, like it was my duty as a remnant from a long gone, more caring America, "Greyhound's not public except for treating customers like a public toilet."
Rather than laughter as I expected, people in line reacted in silence as though I was rocking the boat. "What boat? It's a bus, you bunch of sheep!" I raged inwardly as I dug into my knapsack, grabbed the Thanksgiving leftovers Mom had made for the bus ride back to LA, the land of dreams, and thought back on my Vegas 2011 Thanksgiving, having a picnic in the terminal. </div>
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The trip got off to a rocky start in this very bus station on the way in to Vegas on Wednesday. My stepfather Nick, a fiery tempered Sicilian who holds grudges like a character who stepped right out of Mario Puzo novel (first suspect, please, if I am ever murdered) kept me waiting at the Greyhound terminal for half an hour.
A half an hour where I'd learn the Greyhound terminal front door is a den of prostitution. Unable to see through the dark tinted terminal front doors I was forced to stand with my backpack full of Mac gear, stranded, like a Thanksgiving turkey ready to be plucked by pimps and thugs who kept giving me the hairy eyeball. </div>
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Finally, after what seemed hours, Nick and my Mom's car arrived. I quickly tossed my bags and myself into the backseat. No apologies for running late from Nick, of course. The crabby 83 year-old-man sat stoic and uncaring at the wheel. -- Not unexpected. Nick's not spoken to me much in three years since I read him the riot act over his outlandish claim I was trying to <b><span style="text-decoration: underline;">kill</span></b> my mother by adjusting the condo temp by <b><span style="text-decoration: underline;">one</span></b> degree downwards.
Most I'd hear from Nick on the entire visit was his yelling at my 82-year-old mother to "Shut the hell up!" when she screamed after he almost rear-ended a car. A retired as a prison guard, Nick's belligerent treatment of my Mom like a prisoner he was keeping in check gave me heartburn and I had a coughing fit. </div>
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Mom asked if I was sick and I told her, "Nick yelling at you is the only thing making me sick. Well, that and being let stranded for half an hour as I watched other arriving passengers all picked up within the first five minutes." Getting pissed at me snapped Nick out of his tirade at Mom and back to silence. Old training as kid from how I'd take the heat for Mom to save her from my real dad, who passed early this year.
Now, I managed a tense front seat to backseat chat where I filled Mom in on a few things in my life. We've never talked about the angels and ETs working for the cause of the Shift I see in meditations. And didn't now. I guess I'd think she'd feel I've gone off my rocker. Why worry her? She has no concept of what a blog is or how to work a computer and has seen nothing of my writing. </div>
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I played along, even though it was only 5:30 PM, and ate alone at the kitchen counter while Mom filled in my brother Fred, who had manned the condo during my pickup from Greyhound. Which was odd. Fred usually came to greet me. "Ken's goin' to Mexico for a film shoot next month, Fred," Mom chirped. </div>
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Fred puffed on cigarette and grunted, "Beats gardening I bet, eh, Ken?"
Fred knew from our weekly phone talks we both enjoy that I'd made a deal for social media barter where I was living at a gorgeous resort called <a href="http://bushwilows.com/" target="_blank">BushWillows</a> north of LA. But the wonderful owners instead wanted gardening help which they needed more. Now here was my brother, making fun of my doing manual labor to keep a roof over my head in the worst recession ever. </div>
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How it stung me to the soul. What happened to my sweet "over the phone" brother I wondered looking at the grouchy Fred? Had four days with Nick poisoned his aura I wondered? </div>
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Mom sensed the tension with Fred and chimed in, "I bet you're learning lotsa gardening stuff. Right, Ken?"
"Yep." I answered meaning it, biting into Mom's steak that was like rubber.
"After Mexico Ken's filming in Hawaii first two months of the year, Fred."</div>
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I could see Fred was puzzled so much good fortune had popped up since we spoke only a few days earlier. Now that the 11.11.11 event of 15 hours days of work for 3 solid months without pay was over and I could refocus my energy. I was beginning to feel some of the old fire that had made me a millionaire in the past. Fred didn't like me much when I was millionaire who's most famous project was building Oprah's Harpo Studios. He seemed shocked I might not be doing gardening much longer to pay a room while I co-created 11.11.11. </div>
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"Lousy economy might finally be lifting." I muttered into my meal.
Soon as I finished my solo dinner and complimented Mom, despite how god awful the steak was, Nick put on his coat. Mom and Fred quickly followed his lead. "I just got here. Where's everyone going?" I groused. </div>
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"Casino, " Fred grinned as I steamed, "Relax. Mom and Nick did the same thing to me when I got here: Quick meal then off to the slots!"<br />
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So without even a chance to rest or a catch-up on life, besides the brief car talk with Mom from the backseat, I was soon in Nick's car again and heading for the Orleans, a locals casino my mother and Nick frequent often for the loose Keno slots. Nick complained to my Mom as he cruised the Orleans multi-leveled lot for a parking spot, "Handicapped spots all gone getting here so late."<br />
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I let the dig pass, as I let so much pass with Nick. For a comedy writer when I am not helping angels manifest a gentle 2012, this man is a gold mine for material. We parked not very far from the door despite my "late" arrival. I climbed from the backseat of the car, dreading the casino, already sorry I'd come. I limped for the casino, having slightly pulled both hamstrings hauling wheelbarrows full of compost early in the week at the gardens.<br />
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Sure enough, soon I found myself in the smokey noisy as hell confines of the Orleans casino, surrounded by drunken gamblers and haggard locals.
Fred plopped himself on a Keno machine beside Mom and lit up. Mom's 82 but going strong and she was ready for action, silent Nick her bodyguard. It was almost as though I ceased to exist. I tried to make conversation, but the casino noise that keeps people hypnotized with noisy beeps and bloops and smoke won.<br />
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So I excused myself and limped my way to my old Vegas escape pod, the movies.
We all agreed, Nick in silence of course, to meet back at the Keno spot midnight when the gambling ordeal had hopefully reached an end. I say "hopefully" because there have been nights when Mom or Fred or Nick get on a winning streak where they all stay out to 3 or 4 AM and I'd end up taking a taxi back to condo myself
I saw two movies back to back to kill time and lose myself.<br />
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ARTHUR'S CHRISTMAS, an instant classic 4 stars out of 5 and HAPPY FEET TWO, a doh doh bird of a penguin flick, 1 star. But I fell asleep so don't take my word on the penguins if you enjoy hearing Robin Williams do a bad Spanish accent.<br />
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Midnight, when I got back to the Keno machines Mom and Fred were fighting about, of all things, meatballs sandwiches. I was relieved. The meatball fight meant they'd lost at Keno and so we'd be going home at a decent hour. Fred was craving a Subway meatball treat and would not be swayed. Mom who had won a little that week offered him $5 from her pot.
Fred sniped, "I have a paying job," he said looking at me who has not had a paying job since college but who usually does very well despite that fact in normal economy, "I pay for my own meatballs. And when I win I buy for everybody."<br />
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On the way to the car, while Fred got his beloved meatball sandwich, Mom worried to me, "Fred's been in a bad mood all week." I took a look a Nick and thought, "Who wouldn't be with that sourpuss around?" feeling compassion for my beloved brother and more for Mom who was living with this grumpy diabetic every day.<br />
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But then, surprisingly, my heart began to open for my fellow grouch Nick. At Souldrama in Italy I learned it's what bothers you most in others that you are bothered most about in yourself. I saw the grouch I was around the loving dream team that had come together from 11.11.11. And here was Nick, in the bosom of a family that loved him, driving wedges between us all and himself. I saw the little boy Nick was who lived as an orphan on the streets of Milwaukee. No one to love him. And then I saw myself as an abused child who never knew what a happy family life was, wrecking the happiness all around me because I did not know how to handle joy on 11.11.11. And I finally forgave Nick for his junk and me for mine.<br />
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I was so deep in thought about my brother grouch Nick that barely remember getting back to Nick and Mom's condo after the casino. Fred ate his meatballs making a big deal of it to tease Mom, Nick pulled out the sleeper sofa. Mom and I made up my bed which I quickly collapsed into.
Despite the rough first day in Vegas I was still looking forward to tomorrow. I'd come to Vegas almost every year for 25 years for mom's Thanksgiving cooking. She makes a great bird. Mom announced to Fred and me as the lights went out, "Night, boys. I'll getting up to start the turkey cooking at 8AM."<br />
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The night passed with fits of sleep as Fred snored loud enough to wake me. As I tried about 3 Am to get back to sleep I had a vision that was fresh and pure as I saw all the many sacred sites I'd mediated at since 10/10/10 ignite with bright white sparks across the globe, Vegas included where I saw the Luxor casino erupt, spewing energy to the DreamShield surrounding the planet. I saw it matched by energy flares from the real pyramids.
The dazzling clean and pure vision surprised me to full consciousness. "Why was a grump like me allowed to see such angelic glory?" I thought weeping into my pillow.<br />
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I'd thought, or perhaps even hoped, that since DreamShield's missions were on prime binary dates, that somehow after 11.11.11 my vision powers might end and life could return to normal. Whatever normal is in these crazy times with innocent people getting beaten down in the Occupy movements. I'd not talk about the visions with anyone next morning on Thanksgiving.<br />
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At 8AM as promised, Mom emerged from her bedroom, trusty flashlight in hand because the drapes were all closed. I peeked open an eye to watch her tip toe past as she swung the bright LED flashlight when suddenly she tumbled to the floor!
I bolted from the sleeper sofa and helped her up. Mom pointed the flashlight down at a cushion. "Twisted my back. How the hell did that get down there in my way?"
We both looked over at snoring Fred, who must have peed ten times during the night and knocked over the cushion at some point.
Mom softly giggled and squeezed my hand saying, "Go back to sleep, Ken. I'm OK, "and she, putting the cushion out the way, went about starting the bird cooking.<br />
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Thanksgiving was here at last. The trusty old folding card table of 25 years of Vegas Thanksgivings came out as the Packer's trounced Detroit on the old tube style TV. Soon the moment I'd suffered an 8 hour Greyhound trip and put up with the casino was here. The bird was perfection. Mom's stuffing was great. All was heaven at last except for one thing that was missing: Mom. She was still in the kitchen cleaning up and missing the whole meal.<br />
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Then Fred did something that rattled my ego. As Nick came to the table Fred slid the chair for him. He even adjusted Nick's gravy bowl to give more table space for Nick. And all my spirituality from the night before vanished. I was angry at Fred's deference to this guy who made my visits to my mother such a hell.
Then Nick and Fred just dug in and started chowing down without waiting for Mom.<br />
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"Mom, I came all the way here to see you and have turkey," I shouted to mom cleaning up the kitchen like a mad woman.
"Yeah, come and eat, Mom, " Fred chimed in, mouth full of turkey.
One possible answer to this mystery would come this morning as Deb, the BushWillows owner where I am staying observed about Mom's odd behavior in her crisp South African accent as I dumped off a fresh load of compost, "Might be your Mum was cleaning up so could get out of the house right after the turkey and resume gambling."<br />
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Had my mother's passion for gambling, some would say addiction, now eclipsed her time for dinner? Who knows? When she finally sat down when were all nearly done with her feast I tried to grab a picture of her only to be shouted at, "Don't take my picture with my mouth full!"<br />
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My brother chimed in, "He did the same shit to me."<br />
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I spun to Fred, camera in hand, "Shit? You call me taking your picture shit?!"<br />
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Mom sighed, "Boys, it's Thanksgiving. No fighting."<br />
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But I was furious and had to leave the table. I'd wanted to share my adventures surviving in Hollywood over the past year, my adventures in social media, my spirit project. And here I was fighting at the dinner table with my 58-year-old brother like we were kids as Nick shot my Mother a, "See?" look of satisfaction.<br />
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Later, I apologized to Fred and hugged him about the shoulders. He shared he'd been not having a good time this trip. Mom and he had been fighting the whole time for reasons he really could not put into words.<br />
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Soon as the second NFL game ended it was off to the Orleans casino again and the family disconnect. I saw two more movies, HUGO, one star for having a boring plot and bad child acting, and THE MUPPETS, of which I give zero stars and could barely keep my turkey down through.<br />
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Friday morning the alarm had been set for 8AM to get me to the station by 10AM but once Nick started to dress he could not slow down and I found myself on the way to the horrible station far too early. Mom tired to sit in the back seat with me but Nick would have none of that. He barked at my mother like she was a convict to be disciplined, "Get in front with me so you don't have to jump out at the bus station!"<br />
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I patted Mom on the shoulder from the backseat as Nick sped for the station and she held my hand. Arriving 15 feet from the curb Nick parked in the middle of traffic. I came to the window and kissed Mom good-bye. She grabbed my hand as Nick raced the car off, until Mom's soft fingers pulled away from mine.<br />
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As I finally shuffled my way onto the hour late bus I was an hour early for the Asian Greyhound attendant kidded to the ticket taker. "Don't let this guy. Troublemaker. Probably drunk."<br />
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I agreed, drunk on family rage and rage with myself for not ascending as Laura De Leon had so brilliantly realized was the mission of 11.11.11. No ascension for me, I was still in my ego and not in my heart.
But as I have written to Laura, when she sang like an angel in 11.11.11, something did shift in me. A small spark deep in my heart. The fact I can even write so clearly of my painful thanksgiving and feel compassion for Mom, for Fred, for me, even for Nick and his little inner boy from the Great Depression, gives me hope Laura's spark is growing and that I am ascending and so is the world.<br />
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Long as the visions keep coming I promise do my humble best continue to report the angels work to you. If you like my reporting please visit here to donate to my <a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/Spirit-Reporter-1?a=178295&i=addr" target="_blank">Spirit Reporter </a>project to help me help with the work of manifesting a gentle 2012. Thanks, Ken Sheetz.</div>
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sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-483095506397805712011-09-06T11:45:00.001-07:002014-12-18T08:45:07.848-08:00Social Media as a Social Experiment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am a Hollywood filmmaker on social media hiatus. When the recession hit and film money went scarce I started <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz - The Art of Social Media</a> services. So named as I thought my real-life brother Fred would come to work with me in LA and leave his factory job in Wisconsin. Fred was not up for transplanting himself, but the name stuck.<br />
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Unlike my past incarnations in business as an interior corporate architect turned real estate developer, this time around I did not want to focus on large corporate work. I'd done that gig, as a driven man doing a billion in biz, creating the headquarters for Target Stores, Allied Mills, Chase Bank Chicago (Then Manny Hanny), huge law firms like Bell Boyd & LLoyd and the topper, Oprah's Harpo Studios.<br />
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Working at a smaller relaxed more human scale however proved challenging. Convincing people of the value of social media's power wasn't the only hard part. People are flat out tight on cash with the banks sitting on all we taxpayers gave them to horde. Don't get me started on politics! I love poking fun at politicians on my hit <a href="http://youtube.com/kidstalkpolitics">Kids Talk Politics</a> channel, cruising for 2 million views by year end.<br />
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But I prevailed in the "jobless recovery" (talk about political BS) by cutting my lifestyle to Spartan. I traded in my luxury wheels for a bike, and lost 30 pounds in the bargain. I gave up my apartment, after finding a home for my little chihuahua, and began bartering for rooms in return for social media. And the social experiment of barter for social media was born.<br />
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The barter experiment has proven a huge challenge at times. Not everyone gets the value of clicks for a room. At times I've worked so hard earning the roof over my head I don't create the time to earn money for basics like food and medicine.<br />
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That's my fault not the barter system. I love happy clients, but I need to worry about a happy Ken going forward. I've started a new YouTube channel today called <a href="http://youtube.com/zenofken">The Zen of Ken</a>. I hope you'll check it out. I can vlog there more freely than on my <a href="http://youtube.com/imagitv">Imagitv</a>, <a href="http://youtube.com/projectdiscoverme">DiscoverMe</a>, <a href="http://youtube.com/buzzbroz">BuzzBroz</a>, <a href="http://youtube.com/kidstalkpolitics">KidsTalk Politics</a>, and <a href="http://youtube.com/dreamshield2012">DreamShield2012</a> channels with over 3 million views in combination.<br />
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Happily, I've settled into my best barter for living space yet at <a href="http://bushwillows.com/">BushWillows</a>. It's an amazing place I have here with a private balcony overlooking the Shadow Hills, north of LA. Here's a comedic video I shot on the amazing property.<br />
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Deluxe! Yes, the experiment is working. After 11.11.11 I will begin traveling
to other countries in this fashion staying at resorts, joined by my <a href="http://dreamshield.org/">DreamShield</a> partner, a master of scared ceremony, <a href="http://http//mymysticmuse.com">Laura De Leon.</a> <br />
To give you an overview of how this social media work all took an amazing turn for the spiritual I'd not foreseen, my first featured video on <a href="http://youtube.com/zenofken">The Zen of Ken</a> is from a speech I gave last year. The 10.10.10 DreamShield event that grew out of a vision while on social media assignment I had in Italy of angels, very special ET angels, who set me on a mission of fostering social media to help reduce 2012 fears spawned by mainstream media.<br />
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I don't know where this life changing vision came from or the dozens of others visiosn I've had since and which I blog about at <a href="http://dreamshieldorg.wordpress.com/">DreamShield on WordPress</a>. Could it be angels or my Overactive imagination (name of my film company), UFOs, cell phones scrambling our brains or simply too much coffee causing the visions? <br />
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Who cares? I've learned over the last year it doesn't really matter. People are comforted by the vision I had in Italy of a gentle 2012 and want to play with us, meditate with us on a better tomorrow. This world needs to change, and social media, and how it connects us as a world, is, more than ever, a part of that change.<br />
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sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-86885863578324087552011-06-07T20:55:00.000-07:002014-12-18T12:31:19.029-08:00New Sheetz Documentary Announced<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Morgan Spurlock led the way as the subject of his own documentary on the fast food world with SUPER SIZE me. Now, as one of the leaders of 2012 experience called DreamShield, I am about to travel to Chicago to raise money for a doc.<br />
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What makes this doc, working title GATEWAY TO 2012, for the planetary meditations we doing leading to 2012, not the end of the world according to the angelic voices whispering in my ear, is I will be sharing amazing visions I am having in these powerful meditations and exporing where they might be coming from and what the heck they might mean to me personally, those I love and the world.<br />
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Update: It's late 2014 as I write this and I've been away from this blog for 2 years working on an incredible project for Dr. Patrick Flanagan called the NEO Neurophone. More to follow. <br />
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sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-8925998715274463952011-06-07T10:09:00.000-07:002011-06-07T11:00:37.644-07:00MJ and KW<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-YFKmMPQvbI2p1PGJF9FdQBvYVeYx-On1qsFCoShe85xg7njliWWckUNeKRz0R6ssFwjB-GEibGw5uM2a0AhamW0-b7eoOD0dq8asiEnzIz4nKiwUa7q5dWa0qIJ2LGgDyeA6wTC8a9Q/s1600/Snapz+Pro+XScreenSnapz001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-YFKmMPQvbI2p1PGJF9FdQBvYVeYx-On1qsFCoShe85xg7njliWWckUNeKRz0R6ssFwjB-GEibGw5uM2a0AhamW0-b7eoOD0dq8asiEnzIz4nKiwUa7q5dWa0qIJ2LGgDyeA6wTC8a9Q/s320/Snapz+Pro+XScreenSnapz001.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>Am I the Michael Jordan of real estate? I ruled the city of Chicago with over 1 billion worth of real estate deals back in the early 90's.<br />
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After a bad recession I got fed up and tried my hand at my high school dream career, filmmaking.<br />
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But like Jordan, without much in the way of funding to compete with the bigs I'm only an OK player in film, like MJ was an OK baseball player. Jordan would return to basketball and former greatness with another championship. Perhaps after 2012 I'll do the same and try my hand at real estate again.<br />
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BTW, sure glad I missed this past real estate cycle. </div>sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-87164358776368116152011-02-04T19:01:00.000-08:002014-12-18T06:17:10.019-08:00Hollywood Can Wait<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Next month it will be eight years that I've been in Hollywood.<br />
But Hollywood's on the back burner while I devote time to <a href="http://dreamshield.org/">DreamShield</a> which I began blogging about here but that's grown into a global phenomenon with a website and blog of its own. <br />
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Where all this growing to according to the messages I am getting from my "higher self" is to help the many light workers, busy over all the planet, do the work of raising human consciousness to be able to do the job of nurturing and protecting our world.<br />
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The mission: by 12/12/12 is to have 1 billion people meditating together for 10 seconds.<br />
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Follow what I am up to on the new blog <a href="http://dreamshieldorg.wordpress.com/">DreamShieldorg.wordpress.com</a>.<br />
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sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-87879006029715548672010-09-13T18:01:00.000-07:002010-09-13T20:47:01.664-07:00The Real Thing7 Years ago when I first came to Hollywood, stars a twinkle in my blue eyes, I brought my hot off the press screenplay with me, THE REAL THING. An action-packed dark comedy about a Coca-Cola addict. <br />
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Hero of the tale is Reverend Fear. He's the smarmy head a drug rehab clinic. He looks down on the junkies he treats. One day Coca-Cola is discontinued and Reverend Fear then learns what it feels like not to be able to get his fix. There's a fizzy mix up as the preacher tries to buy Coca-Cola on the black market... but ends up instead with a huge shipment of, you guessed it, coke. <br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/10149605">Logorama</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3365583">Marc Altshuler - Human Music</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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Surprise! No Hollywood studio bit. One lower level exec worried Coke would sue. Doh! Someone can be addicted to this blog if it's good enough.<br />
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What's your take? Could Coke sue for making a fictional tale involving their product, which is perhaps in fact addictive for the sugar/corn syrup and caffeine? Any experts out there with some free legal advice for a free can of Coke? And if Coke did sue, wouldn't that be awesome publicity?<br />
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That's why when I saw this video that lambastes every corp in America I really got a thrill. These are the kind of ballsy in-your-face producers I need to get the script for THE REAL THING to. Oh, and yeah, this short won the Oscar and opened Sundance. <br />
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Sip on that Coca-Cola.sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-65206817539603945302010-09-07T11:43:00.001-07:002010-09-07T12:48:55.475-07:00Childhood Revisited for Charity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpUgY_rUeLO3GDHkcxxhaRwLHgS7UoZQqWMtIUdHfWc8yIPjW-k1FAObRDQgSz_Qk2UVnQqwqQLWpVb52vcwYDW2wmwLG0V1yXXEYbSoVa20VIHxePKdajBA2Kfgfbz-8C89KTD1fXC9j/s1600/early+childhood+with%238BCDCA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpUgY_rUeLO3GDHkcxxhaRwLHgS7UoZQqWMtIUdHfWc8yIPjW-k1FAObRDQgSz_Qk2UVnQqwqQLWpVb52vcwYDW2wmwLG0V1yXXEYbSoVa20VIHxePKdajBA2Kfgfbz-8C89KTD1fXC9j/s200/early+childhood+with%238BCDCA.jpg" width="195" /></a></div>I had a father and mother who loved me, but who were both so caught up dealing with my dad's drinking issues that it left me feeling like an orphan.<br />
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So here's the very personal story of my family's troubles, told from the POV of the soul of my first house, thanks to what I learned from Connie Miller's amazing Souldrama workshops.<br />
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<a href="http://thecoolchangefoundation.org/SupportUs.html">Please give to The Cool Change Foundation to help prevent families, like mine, from suffering needlessly.</a><br />
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I began covering Souldrama events around the world just a few short months ago thanks to my <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz.com</a> client and pal Bradley Quick introducing me to guide to the soul <a href="http://souldrama.com/">Souldrama</a> founder Connie Miller.<br />
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This journey was cross country to Long Beach Island, New Jersey. The group was 90% American, people from coast to coast but mainly from New Jersey, with one student from Greece. <br />
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What made this event extra special for me as a Hollywood filmmaker was that Barnet Bain, producer of WHAT DREAMS MAY COME was in attendance and shared a viewing and discussion of the film deep metaphysical premise. Barnet is one of the true Hollywood visionaries and it was an honor to have him present and acting out key roles in all our dramas. His facilitation of Souldrama LBI was a triumph of the soul for him and for the brilliant Connie Miller for letting it evolve soulfully.<br />
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What was cool for me was to see how we all carry on the dramas of our life like some internal never ending show. It was, dare I say, far more exciting than going to the the typical commercialized, un-Barnet Bain-like, Hollywood movies to look, unflitered, deep, deep into the hearts of people who were mostly strangers until the group formed, but who felt like family as the 8 days drew to a close. <br />
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I got Barnet interested in Souldrama after hearing him speak on a radio talk show which I cover. And I was thrilled he got and gave so much from the event on LBI, an affluent island near Atlantic City that has 18 miles of beautiful beaches to enjoy. <br />
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In fact, I had such a wonderful time that I rescheduled an assignment in Malibu to enjoy the entire 8 days workshop and honored myself and the group by taking the time to properly finish this chapter of my work on myself, exemplified by this drawing of a safe house for my inner child that Barnet Bain and I created together.<br />
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I decide on the long flight back from Puglia not to blog or talk about the experience until I speak to a man in Hollywood I had the honor to film and get to know via <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz</a> social media job, mega-producer Barnet Bain.<br />
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Barnet possesses a brilliant mind and is totally versed in vision work, having produced such great films as THE CELESTINE PROPHECY and, right up my alley, WHAT DREAMS MAY COME. <br />
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Here is an interview I filmed where I met Barnet. You can almost see Barnet's amazing mind work in his talk with my BuzzBroz client Filippo Voltaggio.<br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">MAY 2010 MEETING IN MALIBU </span><br />
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We meet Barnet at the Coffee Bean in Malibu. He's dressed in his typical elegant casual style I've come to admire about LA's laid back yet business style of dress. One I've yet to master.<br />
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Barnet is warm and curious and takes instantly to Ramon. As we grab our coffees the shop almost seems to tilt, ala INCEPTION. Yep, I'm still shook by the vision.<br />
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I share the entire Italy vision story with Barnet and he listens with rapt attention. I tell him of the vision of the energy bands assuring a gentle 2012 (read all about in the prior post). I also share with Barnet and Ramon an after vision I'd had, post Italy:<br />
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<b style="background-color: #674ea7;">AFTER VISIONS IN NORTH HOLLYWOOD </b><br />
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One night, as I lay awake in bed, mind racing like nothing I have ever felt before, I see the energy bands that extend from the hall in Santa Maria Del Sole, begin with a mighty groan like a trumpet, to slowly rotate. The vibrations and noise from the energy bands pierce me to my core. I'd hoped to be spared further visions and this one is even more spectacular than the one in Italy. <br />
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I continue to explain how the white energy bands, that run north and south and east and west from Santa Maria's yoga hall and Gulia's group healing, spin at incredible speed, punctuated by brilliant flashes of power like silent lightning. The bands at last blur to form a white/blue energy shield around our entire planet. <br />
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I could not have imagined what the energy bands, which I originally mistook as a simple metaphor for the web while in Italy, are doing to protect us. Yes, the energy bands became a cloaking device big enough to hide our planet from the DNA reprogramming and drastic terra-forming and tectonic devastation of the Earth, that Nidle predicts in the 1 hour video series above, to start in November of this year. I tell Barnet that the vision finally ends and I bolt up in bed gasping for air.<br />
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"I'm a regular Joe from a family of Wisconsin welders. Am I losing my marbles?" I ask Barnet. <br />
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The great producer and human being reaches over to touch my arm while he looks deep into my eyes. Barnet speaks with incredible calm, "Ken, visions can be both real and unreal at the same time. A vision's power and origins are simply a mystery we need not have a rational explanation for. And who's to say what this can all mean? Relish in the mystery. And thank you for sharing this with me."<br />
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"Me too, " Ramon adds in wonder. <br />
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Barnet then shares his own past, how as a child he would see things, as I had and Ramon had, things that were not there. The experience he had as a young person of leaving his physical body. Like me. And how our families thought hi, both strange and wanted the visions to stop. Ditto.<br />
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"I am planning a trip home in July, Barnet," I interrupt, the matter so pressing on my mind. "I come from simple Midwestern stock. I am afraid all this has changed me so much that my friends and family will think I am nuts and have me committed. Maybe I should bury all this vision stuff and just get on with my life."<br />
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"Be open and honest with your family and friends back home. You'll be a beacon." Barnet says.<br />
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And so, feeling more sane than I had in weeks, I open up to Barnet about another disturbing vision, "I was told in a dream by what could only be described as an alien that on 10/10/10 at 10:10:10 AM and PM that the Dream Shield needs to be strengthened somehow."<br />
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"Binary code!" Barnet exclaimed. "10/10/10 - 10:10:10! The date and time is all ones and zeroes!"<br />
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"Binary code... I should have noticed that myself." I groused, always too tough on myself for not being as smart as someone like Barnet.<br />
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Our talk went on for another half hour with Ramon giving amazing insights of his own on 2012 based his findings writing ANCIENT TOMORROW. Ramon filmed the whole event for us, but sadly I had some tech problems that destroyed the precious footage. But I feel confident I've done a good job of reconstructing Barnet's amazing talk for you because this talk is indelible in my mind.<br />
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Take heart. I plan to film another talk with Barnet on this topic well before 10/10/10. Stay tuned. <br />
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The meeting ended with all three of us feeling like brothers. I gave Barnet a Wisconsin style bear hug for all this wisdom. I was feeling better about all this vision stuff that was so new to me. Ready to embrace my Italy and subsequent vision. <br />
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Barent loved the peaceful nature of the gentle 2012 vision as a counter to all the negative images conjured up by the Mayans from so many thousands of years ago and the new interpretations of people today. Why not have a 2012 that just kicks off a new era of peace and prosperity?<br />
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On the way home to NoHo Ramon and I made a pact to break me out of the nuthouse if my family had me locked up on my visit to Wisconsin. I was still shaky but feeling better by the minute. <br />
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But that night after the talk with Barnet another vision came to me. Again more fantastic than the last and again I would be rattled to my core...sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-78067221886026903842010-07-25T19:39:00.000-07:002010-07-26T13:01:44.888-07:00The Vision in Italy of a Gentle 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKF1aBEmEpYV00ExOGuTZZNh3uiZDy3rvblYj0i4qGtARPPq1WxEHwzw4ycyNovws2CKV0JOg0HVMogagGQGGlFkGuFmlI0RrdAUWRcsBIKYH2rKeSzc4WwbZUHGfTQEtY-LkJtcR56yx/s1600/Share+a+Vision+for+a+Gentle+2012+Soft.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKF1aBEmEpYV00ExOGuTZZNh3uiZDy3rvblYj0i4qGtARPPq1WxEHwzw4ycyNovws2CKV0JOg0HVMogagGQGGlFkGuFmlI0RrdAUWRcsBIKYH2rKeSzc4WwbZUHGfTQEtY-LkJtcR56yx/s320/Share+a+Vision+for+a+Gentle+2012+Soft.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Connie Miller had a surprise for us to wrap up SoulDrama in Puglia Italy. A group healing with the great healer Guilia of the Yoga/Spiritual Retreat of Santa Maria Del Sole.<br />
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I picked a mat near the end of the yoga hall, once a stable. There were a few empty mats from the group members who were almost always late.<br />
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Guilia, who speaks little English, asked though her assistant interpreter, that we lay on our backs and relax. The week of working long days both in the group sessions and doing interviews with the workshop members had left me exhausted. Guilia began to chant in Italian and I gladly shut my eyes.<br />
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I’ve done meditation and EMDR therapy and had healing visualizations before but never as part of a group. Something new was happening in my head. The images were so clear.<br />
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I felt the resentment of the group incomplete state on the yoga mats vanish as celestial beings materialized and lay in the empty spots. One was right beside me. I could hear their thoughts as they communicated with me telepathically.<br />
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I thanked them for filling in the grid of students and I felt the circuitry of the group amplify. Blue/white energy crisscrossed between the group. We were a living satellite dish.<br />
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As Guila passionately chanted over us several students fell into such deep sleeps that they began to snore. Dream power now coursed through the group. Subconscious energy of enormous proportions.<br />
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I felt Connie Miller transform beside me into a white angel with a sword held to her chest. The vaulted brick ceiling became lustrous gold bars. The floor we lay on changed from oak to glass and the room became cylindrical as our groups power magnified.<br />
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I was aware how uncomfortable it was to lay oin the yoga mat on the hard floor when the ends of the long yoga hall began to extend to infinity. I am seeing all this from outer space now, A band of white energy racing north and south until the ends join. <br />
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Now bands of white energy shoot out east and west and complete another belt if energy. I am pleased by this as I imagine the reason for the bands is to get out the message of Souldrama and Santa Maria Del Sole via the web, symbolized by the conduits of energy.<br />
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The vision ends and Guilia’s assistant announce the end of the session. I excitedly ask others in the group if they felt or experienced what I did but most say they just relaxed or slept. No one seems to take what I saw, my vision of a message via the web as much. Visions in meditation are normal in the semi conscious state you enter.<br />
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A few nights later after Souldrama ended and I was getting ready to return to LA I was woken from a deep sleep by a dream in which I was given a message that the bands were more that a symbol for the web. And that on 10-10-10 at 10:10:10 AM Puglia time the bands needed to be strengthened to make 2012 a gentler shift. I wept. Why were these messages coming to me? I felt lost. Crazy.<br />
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Next day I went back to Santa Maria Del Sole and filmed this interview with Julia. As you’ll see my vision was what she was hoping for. A gentle 2012.<br />
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Guilia asked me to share any more visions I might have. I was frightened. More visions. This one was huge enough! <br />
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But sure enough a few after I returned to LA more visions came. Even more amazing ones that would nearly drive me over edge of sanity…sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-62091946869501334182010-07-09T11:48:00.000-07:002014-12-18T15:17:42.586-08:00Facing My Shadow Self<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The Souldrama Italy week flew by. We moved through Connie Miller doors of transformation. I was growing faster than I ever dreamed possible.<br />
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I dreaded the day when we were to face our shadow self. Fearing the rage darkness I have hid inside myself since I was a child. <br />
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But Connie gives you tools to cope with the stuff coming up from your dark shadow self. And one of those is understanding how we can be loved just being who we are. She calls it "Your Moment of Love" where you reenact that first moment in life you knew you were loved unconditionally. For me and many in the group it was with our grandmothers. Lucky grandma's don't have the burden of raising us an can love us just who for who we are.<br />
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And I recalled Grandma Gooder making me apple pie in the kitchen in Milwaukee near Lake Michigan and hugging me to her bosom. She patted the top of my head and said "Why, Kenny, You're as tall as my heart." Love... Yes, I was doing nothing but being me. No great feats of over compensation. I was just a kid in the kitchen feeling the love of another human being, my Grandma.<br />
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Connie taught us that day how our shadow is an important part of us not be ashamed of. My rage is my champion not a villain.</div>
sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-53356946052544848202010-06-25T18:24:00.000-07:002010-07-09T13:19:03.322-07:00Where's Superman?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YlWYQDTFk1kU1-S_LAW6jotHlsFkQel58JaoX2OGC4C7wRvDfbbA1gdvjuS6SQHK523QoUUcTYF2U66ICGBx9Lle95mOeI26kvz18Rs8D3-ScOVE77FPz7YqK3V3T14ESCT-KDMHU0ak/s1600/protagonist-superman-hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YlWYQDTFk1kU1-S_LAW6jotHlsFkQel58JaoX2OGC4C7wRvDfbbA1gdvjuS6SQHK523QoUUcTYF2U66ICGBx9Lle95mOeI26kvz18Rs8D3-ScOVE77FPz7YqK3V3T14ESCT-KDMHU0ak/s400/protagonist-superman-hero.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Connie Miller's Souldrama got through to me so quickly. I'd done a lot of work on my issues in therapy over the years. EMDR, anger management, psychoanalysis, self-help books; I had tried them all. But eventually I felt I running in place and stopped working on myself and started working on films.<br />
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My screenplay STEPS was about the pain of divorce, the project that brought me to Hollywood 7 long years ago. The project got dreailed because I was not strong enough financially and spiritually to stand up to the strains of Hollywood and the cavilcade of hanger-ons who siphoned my cash away while messing up the story to the point where I hated it and myself. Thus ended my first foray into Hollywood.<br />
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I withdrew into learning how to make movies myself, without the need for all the bums I usually stumble across out here like some kind of asshole magnet. Perhaps it is me who has been the asshole.<br />
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But out of that learning to be low cost and independent, along would come YouTube and social media marketing where all my new hard won film skills and business skills would converge in a venture I call BuzzBroz. So named as I wanted so badly for my brother Fred to leave his factory welding life behind and come out here to build a social media company with me. Fred never came, not wanting to give up the comforts and security of life, what little there is in this mess of an economy, in Wisconsin.<br />
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Now, less than six months into the BuzzBroz venture I was hanging out in Italy with a really cool bunch of people. Therapists from all over the world and a rock star who owned the resort. And I had earned more in the first sic months of BuzzBroz than all my seven years in Hollywood put together, Now, this was not much. But all the film biz had been money out not in. It felt good to be getting paid for my film work, even if it was only for Youtube. And you realy can't say only about YouTube. It is a miracle of a site if you can generate Google ads for videos and I can when clients have good content and let me do the promotion right.<br />
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So when Connie had us talk about our childhood heroes and how their energies were going to help us in this week of group I was shocked when it came my turn to play Superman, my kid hero -- because nothing could hurt him, a skill I longed for whenever dad got out the belt -- and Superman said he was prepared to do nothing for Ken, me, all week. Connie askes why and Superman explained he had given up on me a long time ago. How he had tried. Supes was fed up!sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-36332770250714137672010-06-18T11:49:00.000-07:002014-12-18T05:59:23.142-08:00Settling Into Santa Maria Del Sole<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The gates of Santa Maria Del Sole in Puglia Italy swung open. Marco, the resort driver who had picked up at the train station, explained how this place was a farm before Salvatore, the owner, an Italian music celeb turned resort owner, bought it. And that 100 years prior it was run by Monks as a healing place for almost 200 years.<br />
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Marco pointed out the small out building that was the chapel and how Salvatore had bought the property not knowing that gorgeous frescoes were buried under the stucco.<br />
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My room was under a Trulo and just the right size for a solo traveler. Far more luxurious than my room in Rome, I wondered why I did not come here sooner as Salvitore, had offered me 70 Euro per night rate. Which was half what I paid in Rome for a tiny room not much bigger than a walk-in closet.<br />
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But I shook off second guessing myself and took a nap on the beautiful bed, knowing my work with Souldrama was going to start in about an hour and that I had a strenuous 6 hour train ride from Rome to sleep off.<br />
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As I lay in bed starring up at the dome of the Trulo over my head I began to worry. Client Connie Miller had insisted I do more than film the event for YouTube, she wanted me to participate in Souldrama, as a group member. I have never done group therapy and I was worried I'd make a fool out of myself.<br />
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And an hour later I would find myself expressing this to the amazing international group that Connie has assembeled from Greece, Holland, Brazil, Italy and America. Most them were therapists themselves looking to hone their skills.<br />
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Connie explained who I was and that I would be filming interviews with anyone who wanted to participate for Connie as my cleint. I assured the group there would be no filming of private moments in the group itself.<br />
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Here's one of my favorite interviews from the group, a group would come to know like a second family over the next exciting week.<br />
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sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-41115607402800733282010-06-07T16:16:00.000-07:002010-06-08T15:02:52.752-07:00Arrival at The White City, OstuniBut despite the glimpse of Monopoli I am excited to hear some passengers speak of Ostuni. A few stops later, we pull into the rather non-descript train station of Ostuni, well, non-descript compared to Monopoli.<br />
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An Italian with a gentle smile spots me stagger from the train. I think it is Salvatore, owner of the resort who said he'd be greeting me. But it is a handsome young man, about 30, who introduces himself to me simply as Marco. No last names here.<br />
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Marco gives off a welcome air of calm charm as he begins a tour of the Puglia countryside as we wind our way up the narrow country roads that are lined with stone fences.<br />
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The reason for the lack of mortar is that the farmers would take their homes apart whenever the tax collector was visiting from Rome to avoid taxes. This was done in America I recall to myself for the same reason in the original colonies, not wanting to interrupt Marco's fine tour of the gorgeous Puglia countryside.<br />
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Here's a pic I found on the web of the amazing White City, like something out of a Tolkein novel. Yeah, it really is this beautiful. And if I make back to Puglia for <a href="http://souldrama.com/">Souldrama 2011</a> I will spend a day here.<br />
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Ostuni, I think to myself has existed peacefully for centuries. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xadURlWOn3U">Surely a galactic civilization that Nidle so calmly describes wreaking havoc on our world that it chilled me to my core, that you can watch here</a>, would appreciate Ostuni's perfection, compared to our pollution and crime choked cities back in America? Perhaps a city like Ostuni is mankind's best hope if Sheldan's wild predictions are true.<br />
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Not to say I believe even a fraction of what Sheldan says has a chance of coming true. I just feel guilt. Guilt that I had a small part in putting on the 55 minute of interview videos, filmed by Filippo's friend, and mine, Dorothy Donahue, onto the web and using my <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz.com </a>skills to get them seen by 10s of thousands of people already.<br />
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But as I wondered who might be watching the Sheldan Nidle interviews, I worry that for someone with less of a Midwestern skepticism like my own, that the predictions of Galactic first contact will be scary. <br />
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This is what I am worrying about as we careen through the Italian countryside, Marco at the wheel, as I have been the whole trip from LA. I gaze over the peaceful White City. Happy to be so blissfully far from the eccentricities of LA.<br />
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Fortunately, Marco wakes me from my waking dream/ guilt trip with a hearty invitation to a special treat!<br />
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Take a trip back to Italy with me. The 5 star treatment of Santa Maria Del Sole began before we even reached the exclusive resort!<br />
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:<br />
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SHEETZ OPTIONS EPIC TALE OF RISE FROM JUNKIE TO TALK SHOW HOST<br />
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Filmmaker and social media guru Ken Sheetz (see IMDB), CEO of Overactive Imagination Pictures and its distribution arm and SMM provider BuzzBroz.com, announced today that he has optioned the life story of talk show host, author and speaker Bradley Quick from the popular novel "The Quick Fix" about his rise from a Skid Row junkie to a Hollywood talk show host, author and motivational speaker into a feature screenplay.<br />
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Says Sheetz:<br />
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"Bradley's true life story is one of the most inspiring and compelling I've ever heard. His tireless and selfless work for his charity, The Cool Change Foundation, helps others battle substance abuse by backing his talk show "The Quick Fix with Bradley Quick", where over 700 hours of shows can be heard at http://bradleyquick.com. ; Bradley's show features health tips, advice on matters of the recovery and inspirational guests like Wayne Dyer, John Bradshaw and Don Miguel Ruiz, famed author of "The Four Agreements".<br />
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It is my sincere hope that once I finish the adaptation of his rise from Skid Row junkie to talk show host that Bradley's tireless fight to overcome substance abuse both in his life and the lives of others finds life on the big screen.<br />
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Bradley just celebrated being clean and sober now for 23 years. I am honored to have created his popular new YouTube channel that has about a 250,000 views in just over 60 days and to be adapting his dazzling true life story into a screenplay."<br />
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Sheetz has produced a popular election TV series since 1996 called Kids Talk Politics, which has aired as the lead into the 2000 Presidential debates on PBS in prime time and that has a popular YouTube channel with over 500,000 views. The KTP DVD about the exciting 2008 Presidential election, "Kids Talk Politics: A New Puppy in the White House" has been number one in its topic on Amazon for 14 months and counting.<br />
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In his 7 years in Hollywood, Sheetz has also produced several pilots, over 100 short films and written 12 screenplays that are in various stages of development.<br />
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Prior to becoming a filmmaker Sheetz was a successful real estate broker and developer in Chicago, where he brokered well over a billion dollars worth of business, built a $162 million skyscraper and Oprah's Harpo Studios.<br />
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On July 1 Sheetz is traveling home to the Midwest for an extended family visit and to raise capital for the screenplay about Bradley Quick's inspirational rise from junkie to talk show host as well as his other film ventures.<br />
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For further information email Ken Sheetz at: imagitv@aol.com.sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-33198884902600442022010-05-28T21:10:00.000-07:002010-06-07T16:17:51.567-07:00MonopoliI hop off the bus, throw open the hatch, dig out my backpack and... Phew. My trusty Flip cam in there. We hop another train and it's onto Ostuni. The train is smaller and traveling south along the coast. There no conductor and as we reach the time when I was suppposed to arrive in Ostuni, 5 hours from Rome, I am worried I missed my stop.<br />
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A few weeks earlier to conserve money for this trip I switched to Boost Mobile's basic $50 per month service. I find myself kicking myself for not sticking with my Blackberry Verizon phone as I have no way to know where I am and can't call the resort to know if the delay with crazy bus detour is going to mean I am going to be stranded if I am in fact on the way to Ostuni. Finally I tell myself to shut the hell up and that it will all work out somehow. Enjoy the Italian countryside, bitch.<br />
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It looks like a paradise. A paradise I've never heard of before where life goes on every day without ever a thought about we people working like slaves to a dream that died a while ago.<br />
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Then Monopoli is gone and I wonder why I was ever worrying about making it to Ostuni.sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-52777117328968501142010-05-27T21:38:00.000-07:002010-06-07T16:19:13.579-07:00Working my Way to Puglia ItalySorry I have been away. Far away in both body and spirit. For years I've read, written and watched science fiction voraciously. Today I am living science fiction. <br />
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I've been filming social media for YouTube for Bradley Quick, which led to my meeting an amazing new client for my fledgling business BuzzBroz. The cleint is Connie Miller, founder of an group therapy workshop she holds all over the world called Souldrama. Souldrama teaches you how to lead a more soulful existence.<br />
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Now, I am a regular Joe from the Midwest, always will be, Hollywood can't take that out of me. So when Connie insisted that in addtion to making her YouTube videos that I take the class in Puglia Italy at the amazing private resort she booked to our exclusive use for Souldrama, well, I almost didn't go. I kept making excuses not to go, not enough money, it was a barter deal after all and I did not want to do group therapy. I'd not done any therapy on myself for a good 8 years.<br />
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But Connie and Bradley would not give up on me. So eventually I was set on going to Italy. The last time I went to Italy, 20 years ago, I was a mega real estate developer building Oprah's TV studios and 38 story $162 million skyscrapper. Now, post divorce and post financial disaster I was a struggling artist, signing for his supper making YouTube videos.<br />
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20 years ago I was rich in money but poor in spirit and now I was poor in both departments. I lost my faith on the way to Italy reading THE HERO WITH A THOUSAND FACES by the great Joseph Campbell, who opened my eyes to the fact all religions share common mythologies.<br />
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Now, in 2010, Italy was calling me back for a new kind of spirituality, one that infused my belief in a great universe we all share as spiritual beings having a human existance, to borrow from Wayne Dyer.<br />
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As the time to go to Italy approached I worked intensely to make the trip. No $162 million dollar project to pick our marbles for the lobby to back me up this time, I had to make many little YouTube videos, do Twitter work and Facebook assignements to earn my way; the fees in the hundreds of dollars this time instead of the hundreds of thousands like back in 1990.<br />
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I did social media for an amazing client I met through Bradley named Filippo Voltaggio. A larger than life American Italian, Filippo hosts a New Age show called Life Changes. And after doing a lot of work on spec for a percentage of YouTube ads I was forced to start charging him as Google ads I've learned, unless you have videos consistently getting millions of views, are not going to make you much money.<br />
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But I love the subject matter Filippo covers along with his producer and Reiki teacher Dorothy Donahue, an amazing woman in her 60's. A motherly figure who watches carefully over her New Age flock.<br />
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One day Filippo called me that he had filmed an interview with famed ET expert Sheldan Nidle about his views on the coming "Shift", all centering around 2012. Filippo needed the video edited and posted to YouTube. I agreed because I wanted to learn more about "The Shift". As you'll see in this video from the 6 part series on YouTube, I learned more than I bargained for.<br />
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Please watch the video before reading further.<br />
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See what I meant earlier in this post about living science fiction?<br />
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Sheldan's calm description of the collapse of banks, nations, mountains falling and rising, tectonic plate shifts, aliens reprogramming our DNA left me shaken. His great certainty about it all was unnerving. But I worked some long hours and got the videos loaded but they were hard for me to watch even though I'd help make them.<br />
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The last few days before Italy were spent in Las Vegas covering social media for Bradley Quick and his Quick Fix talk show. Bradley is the single worst driver I have ever met. And as we left Hollywood for the 5 hour drive to Vegas I wondered if my trip to Italy would be cut short as Bradley zig zagged through traffic with our assitant for the trip screaming at him to slow down and drive with his hands on the wheel. Bradley is a notorious text and drive guy.<br />
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But somehow we made it into town and despite trouble with the assistant, an Italian/Iranian woman with attitude like I've never witnessed -- who we had to let go, and who's parting crack was that I was Bradley's wife -- we managed to make a beautiful collection of videos and I had money for Italy just in the nick of time.<br />
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The flight seemed easier compared to 20 years ago. Perhaps because I was imagining travel to be tougher post 9/11. But it was a breeze. My passport sailed me along.<br />
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I staggered onto a train to Rome from the Rome airport and the first thing that struck me was the amount of graffiti lining the train's path. The city was not the same. The pristine Rome of 20 years ago was not to be found. Of course I was in a far richer hotel at the top of the Spanish Steps in 1990. Now the Lira was no more, replaced by the Euro and the exchange rate was terrible. I had to Western Union home to friends and my brother to be able to afford my way to Puglia.<br />
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I had little money to spend during my 2 days in Rome. So I tried to get some social media gigs, but the language barrier prevented any of that from happening. I made the best of my meager budget and saw some of the sites and even managed to buy a lightweight tripod for my trusty flip camera.<br />
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It was to be a relaxing 5 hour train ride from Rome to Ostuni, on the heel of the boot of Italy, where the Santa Maria Del Sole staff would pick me up. But the train ride proved confusing as hell. Half way to Ostuni the train stopped and emptied out.<br />
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I was still drowsy from the flight and grabbed my bags and followed the passengers to a cluster of buses. The bus driver could not speak English, or I should say I could not speak his Italian. But he checked my ticket, and told me to get on board. There was one seat left and I squirmed in.<br />
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As the bus pulled onto the highway I felt my pockets for my trusty Flip camera and it was missing. I thought about the beautiful train shots and kicked myself now for taking out the camera.<br />
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How was I going to cover Souldrama without a camera?! <br />
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TO BE CONTINUED...sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-27790119547721148692010-04-17T21:15:00.000-07:002010-04-17T21:46:25.202-07:007 Years in Hollywood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdwdAaWH4fKaCFzCONeV8Z4jXPQZowIcZofVQsjSoNrsexP-IK5qQONmPfvreyqoQoVvq1SOcgE-5LaSIgGMfCBOHqO9q_PC1xTXcS0wkvxmfRZDprnMIjMPGgvpb-kOqXQBjSlxcGC2w/s1600/DSC01787_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdwdAaWH4fKaCFzCONeV8Z4jXPQZowIcZofVQsjSoNrsexP-IK5qQONmPfvreyqoQoVvq1SOcgE-5LaSIgGMfCBOHqO9q_PC1xTXcS0wkvxmfRZDprnMIjMPGgvpb-kOqXQBjSlxcGC2w/s320/DSC01787_edited.JPG" /></a></div>I made it. 7 years I've survived in Hollywood making scripts, movies, commercials and YouTube videos. Survived is the word. I certainly have not thrived. But one day when I'm on that death bed ready to move onto the next life I won't be saying, "Wish I'd have tried making it in Hollywood."<br />
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My only mistake was doing it too late in life to make it big. But then I'd have missed out on my life back in Chicago as the guy who leased 3 skyscrapers, built Oprah's studios and had two amazing kids.<br />
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So I have no regrets Hollywood has not paid off like I wish it had. And I wouldn't trade the Hollywood I've experienced for the glamor one of say a Kevin Spacey's, a guy about my age who I admire.<br />
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I'm enjoying covering Hollywood as a social media guru. You can see that I really am having fun in this new BuzzBroz video. <br />
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As my followers know, it's been a rough past year for me. I was evicted last fall from an apartment I loved nestled in Agoura Hills. I led an ideal creative life in Agoura writing a dozen screenplays, making three feature length docs and over 100 short films. So losing all that was rough on me.<br />
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But I've slowly been rebuilding my life via a new SMM venture called <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz</a>, with a lot of help from some amazing pepople talked about in this blog at great length. As part of that SMM work I started a group of projects I call "Let's Watch Radio." that you can read about on my <a href="http://buzzbroz.blogspot/">BuzzBroz blog</a>.<br />
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But since last fall I've been so busy with cleaning up the mess in my life that I've not done any fictional work in over a year. So it is with great pleasure I present to you my newest political satire <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs1WJz-wzEg">SCARCITY</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs1WJz-wzEg">SCARCITY</a> is set in a dark near term future where China has called in America's loans, decimating our economy and the very fabric of our society. The scary thing is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs1WJz-wzEg">SCARCITY</a> is not a huge stretch of the imagiantion. It stars two amazing young actors Ramon Govea Gomez and Brett Collier. And also an amazing old actor Tom Katsis.<br />
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The idea for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs1WJz-wzEg">SCARCITY</a> is somethig I've been working out since today's crazy jobless recovery cost me a home I loved and my beautiful little dog Sophia, who I found a wonderful home for.<br />
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When I moved to North Hollywood, renting a small studio / bedroom to cut down costs, after being used to a mansion of an apartment, I began wandering the area and came across an amazing find. A grocery store going under in the bad economy. It closes this week and looks like something out of the Great Depression.<br />
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A ready made set! After challenging a bunch of writers to give me a story about <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs1WJz-wzEg">SCARCITY</a> and coming up dry I began to wrack my brains for a story I'd write myself. One day at the store I learned there was only 10 days left until the amazing Great Depression set would be gone. As I shopped the sad store I came across a lone can of olives perched on a entirely empty shelf and the script idea for two competing shoppers came to me.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs1WJz-wzEg">SCARCITY</a> was born. As I'm fighting to scratch out a living, as is everyone in my cast, we worked fast and cheap. I shot with my trusty Flip, did the ADR in Tom's Saab in the parking lot and edited the whole film together in less than 24 hours. <br />
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I hope you enjoy <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs1WJz-wzEg">SCRACITY</a>.sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-41457813748368196332010-03-16T14:44:00.000-07:002010-03-22T11:46:06.867-07:00Reiki Ricadrdo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYFpeMTnHEaEXaSDXZtMHF-JDy_HgCrMmPO_xCx2aTsnO8clbvG_8izbJhDj9pxK9ANRcaWXZ-L2EUEqzaqoN0r_SYl8-xkKqhF_HFEHaiLGvNuAxTw95cNUCDtMTwXPZCeeo0AAzk52o/s1600-h/Ken+and+Filippo+Flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYFpeMTnHEaEXaSDXZtMHF-JDy_HgCrMmPO_xCx2aTsnO8clbvG_8izbJhDj9pxK9ANRcaWXZ-L2EUEqzaqoN0r_SYl8-xkKqhF_HFEHaiLGvNuAxTw95cNUCDtMTwXPZCeeo0AAzk52o/s200/Ken+and+Filippo+Flowers.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Through Bradley Quick I've been meeting some very cool people. Musician producer David Longoria, radio star and producer Robert Eibach, the author of THE FOUR AGREEMENTS; Don Miguel Ruiz and his beautiful kids and niece Karla (pictured below), famous hypnotherapist Tom Silver and radio star, singer Filippo Voltaggio.<br />
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Fillippo's the guy with great hair in the photo above. Heck, at this stage of baldness I'd settle for bad hair, hence the hat.<br />
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I've let go of worrying about money and I am healing from a lot of wounds. I've even gotten so over fear that I've started roller blading again after stopping 10 years ago after breaking a wrist.<br />
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A big person responsible for the Quick Fix of Mr. Sheetz is Dorothy Donahue. Dorothy Gale as I nicknamed her for the girl who flew over the rainbow is a Reiki master, renonwed and sought after by people all over the planet.<br />
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I'm bartering with her, doing some <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz</a> SMM work in return for Reiki therapy and training. Stay tuned for future blogs where we'll go behind the scenes to an actual Reiki class. Meantime enjoy a bit of unconditional PURE LOVE from <a href="http://dorothydonahue.com/">Dorothy Donahue</a>.<br />
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Bradley's a great man and I have enjoyed these past 30 days, filming his life and getting the word out for him into the world via <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz</a>.<br />
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Bradley had a horrific childhood that led to early substance abuse. He ended up a skid row junkie before a family intervention turned his life around. 23 sober and clean years later Bradley is a famed author for <a href="http://thequickfix.com/">The Quick Fix</a> and the radio by the same name which he hosts. He's also an awesome motivational speaker as you can see in this video I made for him that's already buzzed up 10,000 views!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">DAILY KARAOKE WITH BRADLEY QUICK</span></b><br />
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Try being depressed with a motivational speaker to inspire you every day! Impossible for me with Bradley around. Bradley's office is up the hall from mine and he bursts into boisterous song at random moments all day long. Here's his favorite of course because it inspired the name of his Cool Change Foundation.<br />
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I enjoy Bradely's "karaoke without the machine" style so much that I built him a <a href="http://blip.fm/TheQuickFixwBradleyQuick">Blip FM radio</a> station. Check it out. You can hear some of the tunes that he sings in his rough booming radio voice that are guaranteed to brighten your day!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">BRADLEY'S AA MEETINGS INSPIRE ME</span></b><br />
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An amazing experience for me in filming Bradley's amazing life is attending some of his AA meetings, as a filmmaker without his camera. These sessions are private affairs. Sitting in a auditorium filled with guys who keep each other on the wagon is nearly overwhelming for me.<br />
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An AA man somberly shares his story about how all his friends who used to drink with him are all dead now. Reality is far more powerful than my daydreams.<br />
As I sit there beside Bradley, feeling way out of place as a sober man except for some rare party moments, I'm touched by how thsi very macho bunch "Share" tender stories of the way booze and drugs have ravaged their lives and how AA saves them each day. And I begin to sadly feel at home.<br />
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Why? Because in all their stories I hear echoes of how my being a workaholoic has stolen so much life from me. I think about missing most of the 20s of my two great kids, and not hangin' with my brother Fred, a heavy smoker and who I worry I'll lose to cancer one day. All missed while I've been out here in heartless Hollywood working my ass off for 7 hard years, chasing a what seems an impossible, and sometimes meaningless, dream of being a Hollywood director.<br />
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I think about how I use work to hide from feelings, my family... myself. <br />
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The leader of the AA meeting snaps me out of my self-reflection when he announced the chapter is running dangerously low on funds. So, despite not having much money, with 3 BuzzBroz clients behind on paying me and not likely to soon while the bailed out bank keep our capital frozen here in the Great Depression 2, I dig deep and toss $20 into the donation basket.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">STEPS & THE 12 STEPS </span></b><br />
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Twenty bucks is small price for inspiration from all the stories these men shared. 7 years ago a screenplay I wanted to bring the silver screen called STEPS had brought me here. It's a multi-protagonist tale about three divorce ravaged families, told like CRASH, with the various plots all meeting at the end.<br />
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At Bradley's AA meeting I learned what one of the stories in STEPS should really be about: How the 12 Steps can save lives and families. STEPS has always been about how divorce tears families apart and what tears more families apart than booze and drugs? <br />
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The 2002 STEPS trailer you can watch here, shot in glorious 35MM, stars <a href="http://annoyanceproductions.com/">Jennifer Estilin</a>, a great Chicago SAG pro and non-professional actor, and Dave Curry. Dave's my friend and <a href="http://buzzbroz/">BuzzBroz</a> client for his amazing re-invention of the shoe for <a href="http://podiwear.com/">PodiWear</a>.<br />
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These casting choices were made before I learned the hard way that you must use known stars to get distribution or have a completed film that becomes a festival hit. But I think Dave turns in a solid performance for a first-timer and Jenifier is flat out amazing.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">BRADLEY INTERVIEWS DON MIGUEL RUIZ </span></b><br />
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Two weeks ago, following Bradley around as his videographer, I was so proud to film Bradley's masterful interview with famed author Don Miguel Ruiz whose best-seller THE FOUR AGREEMENTS sold over 4.4 million copies that has been translated into 36 languages.<br />
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Don Miguel's new book THE FIFTH AGREEMENT, authored with his son Don Jose, is already in the top ten on the New York Times best-seller list!<br />
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I was the only camera operator, however, so it was a bear in post. But the final result, a 45 minute playlist you can watch here. It already has buzzed up over 7,000 views and YouTube.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">BRADLEY IS INTERVIEWED ON "LIFE CHANGES WITH FILIPPO" </span></b><br />
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In filming Bradley's getting interviewed for a switch on a cool radio show about modern spirituality called <a href="http://lifechangeswithfilippo.com/">LIFE CHANGES WITH FILIPPO</a> I met the host Filippo and his co-producer <a href="http://dorothydonahue.blogspot.com/">Dorothy Lee Donahue</a>.<br />
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Here's the playlist for that radio interview, which I also had the honor to film. It gives you a complete overview of the man, the legend, Bradley Quick.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">COMING BLOG ATTRACTIONS & TRANSFORMATIONS </span></b><br />
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You'll be learning more of my adventures in meeting the amazing Filippo and Dorothy, a Reiki Master, who became <a href="http://buzzbroz.com/">BuzzBroz </a>clients and great new friends thanks to the glowing recommendations of Bradley.<br />
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And so another amazing chapter in my spiritual journey 7 Years in Hollywood opens. Perhaps the real reason I am here.sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-28509070407018596822010-02-17T19:25:00.000-08:002010-03-29T09:24:01.973-07:00My First Roomate Experience - An Apology<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRsnBFJHvRC0vCCGnHcBLRy6G5cVXfg15yH9xA99HNHl6bS__fy-jLp6Xzh0mIyY_035KHYd-SH389eS-BiowO90fQIiIVAghZImOrrCjNo-BbMoaLAa-URfPcx6cu2poLhFiBKa7b-sa/s1600-h/kim+&+gillet+at+thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRsnBFJHvRC0vCCGnHcBLRy6G5cVXfg15yH9xA99HNHl6bS__fy-jLp6Xzh0mIyY_035KHYd-SH389eS-BiowO90fQIiIVAghZImOrrCjNo-BbMoaLAa-URfPcx6cu2poLhFiBKa7b-sa/s200/kim+&+gillet+at+thanksgiving.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>You always remember your first car, first kiss and I'll always remember my first roomates, Gilley Grey and Kim Griego, and the great kindness they showed me. Even if they now hate me, I'll always love them for how they helped me.<br />
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How did a relationship I count as one of the best of my life end in such a mess?<br />
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Let's start with the short notice from my first roomies. One week. Which I brought on myself by saying I only needed a week, which is exactly what I got. I was overconfident about finding a place and it left me scrambling. And not knowing where or how big my new place would be left me in a panic. When I asked Gilley for some more time he refused. A week and I was out. After all the months of sharing life I never saw this inflexible side of the man. It seemed my wanting to leave had severed our brotherly bond and I was SOL.<br />
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And I didn't know where to go because my check from a new client was 2 months past due. Now in normal times a 60 day past due invoice is not big deal. You borrow from your bank to cover stuff like that. But my bank is heartless giant Bank of America and a self-employed man like me who was just evicted in 2009 is not good credit material.<br />
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So all I could do was plan an interim move on a couch and stick everything in storage. But there was just one problem with that. My storage space was 2 weeks late on rent. It would have been worse except Kim paid me up as a loan.<br />
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All this uncertainty left me wound tight as a drum and when Gilley would not let me borrow Kim's car for an extra few hours to get the job of moving done. I flew into a rage on the phone! I must have called that poor guy every name in the book.<br />
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No matter what my friends and family tell me, I had no right to speak to Gilley so crudely. No matter how unreasonable he seemed to my fear fevered brain at the time. I've apologized for my potty mouth and the rotten stuff I said in rage, but with some people, like my stepfather, they never forgive. So who knows? Are you reading Kim and Gilley? If so consider this blog post another apology.<br />
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I did not grow horns and a tail. And neither did Kim and Gilley. We're all just people coping with an economy that is not showing signs of life. The pressures are enormous and we crack. I'm grateful I'm not doing crack at this point. I need a long rest and there's no rest when you are working to just keep one room over your head. <br />
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In my house growing up in rough Italian neighborhood in Milwaukee the F was used in about every word in every other sentence. But to hurl that at a guy like Gilley, who's been nothing but kind, makes me see I have a lot of work to do on myself if I am to be the enlightened being I want to be.<br />
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In the end the miracle of the one week move did happen despite losing my mind. I don't exaggerate. I lost it. At one point shuffling stuff in an out of the apartment, my storage in Agoura and the new place in North Hollywood and tossing excess stuff in the dumpster at Gilley's I accidentally began keeping the trash and trashing the things I wanted to keep! <br />
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So I had to climb into the dumpster to salvage important lost papers. I was moving out without Gilley's help and I dropped a nighstand and it punched a hole in a the door to room I "rented" from Gilley.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmQae1FNc0qbvqCofnPbMqIfdPjK52NsmBuFy_YzamBFJB6XhmeqWW8WBhyphenhyphen8m8H8K85wczJ5c_NFl4HH43-ZE7Zmx41nd42WLO2Nd2GJlqLKuFOgXH7ZNVkGlEXoEdID9__b_3i57ZJBM/s1600-h/gordian-knot2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmQae1FNc0qbvqCofnPbMqIfdPjK52NsmBuFy_YzamBFJB6XhmeqWW8WBhyphenhyphen8m8H8K85wczJ5c_NFl4HH43-ZE7Zmx41nd42WLO2Nd2GJlqLKuFOgXH7ZNVkGlEXoEdID9__b_3i57ZJBM/s200/gordian-knot2.jpg" width="196" /></a></div>This roommate thing was a whole new experience for me. I've always had my own place, either owned or rented. And in whole I did OK until the end. In December when cash ran low I'd exchange services for the missed rent or food and that all seemed clear and to be working. Seemed is the operable word.<br />
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It's all a mess at this point with me doing a ton of barter work and their doing a ton of favors and small loans that are intertwined into a Gordian knot of hurt feelings, angst, broken dreams and frustration we may never untangle.<br />
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I don't know if the big hearted Gilley and sweet Kim did not believe I really have a home back in Wisconsin to go home to or not, and I prefer not to as my father is old and sick a lot these days and we never got along well. So on the hopes of some big social media work that would have saved the day, but that never materialized through no fault of mine, Kim and Gilley kept me afloat when they should have sent me packing for home back in December.<br />
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In my new situation in North Hollywood I keep the boundaries totally clear. I take no favors and have clear understanding of doing one hour of <a href="http://buzzboz.com">BuzzBroz</a> work per day for Bradley Quick, my new landlord. Brad is super just to be around for his positive energy and he has a huge three bedroom home here in LA. I now have beautiful studio with a ginormous work station, big enough that I've been editing videos for him on three computers and once.<br />
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And it at least says something about me I ended up in such a great spot working for such a great guy to help pay my rent. <br />
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Bradley is just what the doctor ordered for this weary filmmaker/social media guru. I'm filming him giving motivational speeches, doing his weekly radio show and being a guest himself on talk shows. I already have 3 amazing hours of material and have built him twitter, youtube and facebook fan pages to get the word out.<br />
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Here's hoping I learned from the wonderful Kim and Gilley how to be a better roommate this time around with the amazing Mr. Quick.<br />
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But most of all here's hoping that when tempers cool and times are better, debts settled, that Gilley and Kim will forgive me as I've forgiven them.sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280351338586564742.post-14677664304966429792010-02-07T09:31:00.000-08:002010-02-07T10:26:23.727-08:00Life is a Super BowlHappy Super Bowl Sunday! <br />
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I'm here at my favorite Starbucks in Sherman Oaks on Ventura the last time before moving out of Gilley and his fiancee Kim's LA place.<br />
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I was watching DVDs from Gilley's library as the cable was canceled earlier in the week. I had never seen Travolta and Winger's URBAN COWBOY and just a few minutes into the great flick, the kind of humanistic, zero CG, flick we don't see enough today, I see Winger doing a sexy mechanical bull ride in a joint called Gilley's.<br />
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I'll be asking Gilley when I see him tomorrow -- when I give back the keys on the VW his fiancee, the lovely Kim, loaned me when she headed off to New Mexico -- was URBAN COWBOY, and the mega nigh club called Gilley's, the inspiration for his stage name?<br />
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Gilley Grey was born Gilbert Anderson. But since someone with that name already existed in the Screen Actors Guild, Gilbert became Gilley Grey.<br />
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Kim does not like the Gilley name but I find it fits Gilley's energetic generous personality. But Gilley Grey is mighty tired right now because he did stunt work and transpo on PASSION PLAY, the new film with Mickey Rourke, Megan Fox and Bill Murray for 6 weeks solid, 16 hours a day.<br />
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Gilley hit it off well with Rourke and Murray in particular. Bill as Gilley tells me is much fun in real life as he is on film. And Rourke is the charming same charming rascal on and off the silver screen too. Gilley did not get to spend much time with Megan Fox, but Gilley did get to see her in her angel wings, as she plays an angel that Mickey's character must rescue.<br />
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Sounds like PASSION PLAY might be a great flick that would silence some of Megan's detractors.<br />
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Today Gilley hooks up a trailer and hauls it to LA to load his stuff up and split to New Mexico for about 5 months. I worry he's going to fall asleep at the wheel making a 34 hour round trip after a marathon film shoot. I'll volunteer to drive him back if he can book me a flight back to LA.<br />
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Gilley's been a unbelievable roomate and so has Kim. They feel the same about me. We had all hoped the great sitcom CARMEN'S PLACE, about a stripper fitness club, that we all worked so hard on creating, well, I did all the writing as a way to bater for rent, might be a quick sale and change our lives.<br />
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But it's been the usual huge struggle just to get it submitted and I had to call in some favors with my entertainment layers. It's slowed us down and we started the process too late in the pilot season but maybe this summer we can take run at it again. It is one of the funniest things I've written and I am proud of it. One of my pals at ABC who works on LOST loves it. So who knows? Ageism is alive and well in Hollywood and a guy in 50s like me is really up against it.<br />
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Now Gilley and Kim are leaving for New Mexico. At least I won't have time to miss them too much as I'm battling to launch BuzzBroz in the middle of an economy so tight it feel like the labors of Hercules. I find myself constantly making wrong guesses about work and cash flow. People I usually depend on for backing are nowhere, acting frightened and behaving erratically.<br />
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Take a billionaire pal who called be just before New Year's. The billionaire said, "I love this BuzzBroz thing to market one of my empty condo towers. Expect a call from my people tomorrow. Give them a good quote and the job will be yours." Kim and Gilley heard the call on speakers in the car and we were all high as kites as with the big job I'd be able to hire Kim and pay her a modest salary.<br />
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Now it's Super Bowl Sunday and still no word from the billionaire's people. When I finally chased him down yesterday he basically called me a pest for calling him for the final word, which was, "We'll call you soon as we know. Don't call us."<br />
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I could leave for year for World Trip and not miss a thing. I may just do that as I continue to pair down my possessions. I filled half a dumpter of stuff I tossed that I had tucked away in Gilley's place. Half a dumpster! And after my eviction last fall I'd never imagine I still have that much stuff.<br />
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Stuff! I rented a 10 foot by 10 foot storage spot in Agoura where stashed stuff I was when the eviction hit. I've pulled all that matter from there and that's half full of old furniture I'll now abandon. I held onto it hoping things would get better with the new BuzzBroz biz that has been a drizzle instead of the steady rain I need. Now I'm abandoning ship on the storage spot and losing all that furniture. Oh, well, most of it was 15 years old anyways. New stuff awaits this purged warrior of the Great Depression 2.0. when the storm is over. I' haven't had less stuff since college.<br />
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I like Brad and we may even do a 90 day lease once my check comes in next week as my struggling client has promised. But Brad's used to living solo so I'm going to keep looking. Harder to do now without a car but that's what the internet is for. I'd like to live near the ocean for a while.<br />
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Too bad that nice lady with a place in Venice Beach was worried I'd be good for the rent based on my honesty. I may be a deadbeat but I'm an honest deadbeat. <br />
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My lesson from all these hard times is we all more connected than we realize. The daisies in this daisy chain are wilted and brown. But spring is coming, even if it skips a year to 2011. Meantime, it's a great time to write, , film, blog, hike and bike.<br />
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Even in the worst of times... Life is a Super Bowl.sheetzkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05144739988435941318noreply@blogger.com2