By Ken Sheetz
ET Ohom’s soulmate prophecy took patience, and the helpful guidance of Dr. Flanagan to fully manifest. Fans of Elizabeth and mine know we’re happily married today and partners in all things — including this amazing site she built for us that features the work of the incomparable Dr. Flanagan. It would take Elizabeth three years of my checking in with her before she was ready to explore a relationship with me. I give lots of credit to Dr. Flanagan who shared the wisdom that good things are worth waiting for and teaching me meditations on how to utilize his Sensor V to tune up the abundance field to attract my heart’s desire.
It was Christmas Day, 2012—a time of reflection, but also a launchpad for a new chapter in my life. I was heading home to Los Angeles after a three-month odyssey that had taken me all the way south to Antarctica and back home with a stop in Mexico.
In my backpack: my trusty camera gear, a copy of my first, filmed interview with Dr. Patrick Flanagan at Chichen Itza, and my MacBook Pro—containing the freshly downloaded Quantum 24 Meditations, inspired by the otherworldly energies I’d encountered on the ice. These meditations would later become a central feature of CoolestMeditationEver.com.
Coolest Meditation Ever Chichen Itza Antarctica ET Connection
I caught a green taxi to Cancún, funded by a kind contribution from one of my best pals back in Chicago to my Indiegogo campaign. The ride across the flat Mexican countryside gave me plenty of time to think.
I rehearsed how I’d explain to Elizabeth England—a woman I’d felt real sparks with at past spiritual events—that my ET guide, Ohom, had declared she was my ideal match. I slept the entire flight home. Back in LA, I’d pre-booked a cheap hotel near LAX, knowing I’d be exhausted.
Big mistake…
My room looked like a set from a low-budget Eli Roth film—complete with a suspicious stain that might’ve been blood. The manager barely spoke English, so I roughed it in fitful sleep and left at dawn.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to book two follow-up nights at the Sportsmen’s Lodge in Studio City. After the airport horror, the old landmark that had once been a favorite of Hollywood legends like Bette Davis and John Wayne, it felt like the Four Seasons.
The iconic pool at Sportsmen’s Lodge in Studio City, California
Before I’d left LA…
I had just wrapped a lovely barter gig doing social media for a Malibu retreat. But I wouldn’t be returning—Debra Malmazada, the ranch’s owner, had told me social media was “just a passing thing” and I’d have to pay full price if I wanted back. Bizarre as her statement was, I didn’t bother to argue. Even in 2012, I knew social media was the proverbial eight hundred pound gorilla —and I was a master of the medium back when it was still so promising and growing more powerful by the day.
I was also prepping to pitch Dr. Flanagan on my next big filming project—he’d given me the green light before I left: “If you ever want to film me again, just ask.”
But mostly, my mind was on Elizabeth. We’d planned to meet that evening for dinner and drinks. I had a surprise to share.
Problem: I had no decent clothes. I’d lost two suitcases chasing Patrick through Mexico. So I found a local thrift store. LA has some incredible ones, and I scored a full outfit—shirt, slacks, shoes—for under $50.
Ken’s ‘New’ Clothes
Back at the Lodge…
The sun was setting across the pool courtyard outside my room. I showered, shaved, and reflected on the long string of relationships that had led me to swear off dating for nearly a decade. But after reaching Antarctica and back? Anything felt possible.
At the restaurant, I grabbed a corner booth and ordered a drink. I was buzzing with excitement—and nerves. I was about to tell someone I barely knew that an ET had named her my soulmate.
Elizabeth arrived on time, radiant and smiling. She gave me a warm hug. “Congrats on making it to Antarctica and back in one piece,” she said.
We caught up. Her curiosity was genuine and, like her core nature, kind. So I shared everything—Antarctica, the meditations, the ET presence guiding me… and how Ohom had singled her out as ‘the one.’
Elizabeth paused, then gently said, “That’s amazing, Ken. But I’m in a relationship right now.”
Crushed, I doubled down and invited her up to my room. With poise and compassion, she said, “If we go down that path, it’ll mess up my current relationship. And I don’t do that sort of thing.” Disappointed but respectful, I admired her integrity. We finished our drinks with warmth and laughter. We agreed to stay in touch.
Ken Sheetz & Elizabeth England at Cathedral Rock
The next morning, I shared the whole wild saga—Antarctica, Flanagan, Elizabeth—with my friend, actor Tom Katsis, over breakfast at the hotel.
“You can crash at my place,” Tom said. “It’s small, but I’ve got a blow-up bed.”
And just like that, I was back in LA—exhausted but invigorated—ready to dream up a film project worthy of Patrick Flanagan’s genius. And maybe, just maybe, the next step of my guided path.
Ken Sheetz
