by cooltribe | Aug 28, 2025 | Dr. Patrick Flanagan, Remembering Dr. Patrick Flanagan, Space Weather, The Flanagan Experiments
Solar System Visitor 3i/Atlas
This December marks six years since I lost one of the dearest and most extraordinary friends of my life. There are moments when I wish I still had access to his wisdom—moments like now, when democracy itself seems under siege by creeping autocracy. How I miss being able to hop on Skype for his direct, penetrating take on life in these troubled times.
And now, with 3i/Atlas entering our solar system, I find myself wishing I could share with Pat my intuitive theory: that this celestial traveler—or objects like it—may have passed Earth many times before, acting as catalysts for great evolutionary leaps. Perhaps even sparking the very emergence of life. Perhaps. I emphasize that word. Unlike the charlatans who twist such ideas into cults or new religions, I hold myself to the ethic of never presenting my far-out musings as literal fact.
Corned Beef and ETs
One warm May afternoon in 2013, Patrick and I shared a simple meal together. He looked up from his neatly eaten corned beef sandwich and, with that impish twinkle, asked:
“Any new messages from that ET spirit guide of yours, Ken?”
“Always,” I grinned. “Ohom says hi, Dr. Flanagan—and thanks you for helping me reach Antarctica.”
Patrick dabbed his mouth with a black paper napkin that fluttered in the desert breeze. “Which of the 24 meditations you did there does Ohom think was most important for humanity’s evolution?”
For that answer, I didn’t need to reach out to the 13th dimension of the Orion star system where I imagine Ohom resides. Patrick chuckled, his magical Irish laughter outshining even the noonday Arizona sun.
“I bet. If humanity ever learns to transmute fear into love, Ken, we’ll be ready for galactic society.”
It’s moments like this—stolen flashes of wisdom—that I miss most about working on The Flanagan Experiments and bringing Patrick’s genius to the world.
The Crevasse in Antarctica
I told him about one of those Antarctic meditations. My Argentinian expedition guide had warned me never to wander from the trail: deadly crevasses could be lurking beneath thin crusts of snow, he said. But I wanted untouched, pristine snow for my filming. Feeling divinely guided—and protected by the ET energies that had brought me there on time—I wandered off.
As I began to film, the crust gave way beneath me. I dropped suddenly into whiteness. My life flashed before me—until, with absurd relief, I realized I’d only sunk three feet, snow up to my waist.
Patrick burst into laughter, that same laugh that once earned him an offer to voice Mr. Magoo after Jim Backus’s passing. “That’s ET magic, Ken. Laughter brings love.”
What Patrick Would Say About 3i/Atlas?
Patrick’s inventions will live long after both of us are gone, still whispering his genius to future generations. My favorite is the Neurophone that enhances meditation.
I have been wondering what he’d say about 3i/Atlas—a body hurtling through the solar system at a staggering 60 kilometers per second, the fastest object ever recorded, slipping through at just a five-degree angle to the solar system’s plane. To understand how fast that is, Earth is moving
I suspect he’d enjoy my imaginings—that 3i/Atlas might be a cosmic seed carrier, scattering sparks of intelligence across the universe and truth can become what we make of it. One thing’s for sure. We sure could use a little ET intervention right now.
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by cooltribe | Jun 19, 2025 | Dr. Patrick Flanagan, Hydration, Meditation, Patrick Flanagan
By Ken Sheetz
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After wrapping up promos for the One Love Fest in Ojai, California—a wild story in itself—I was finally ready to begin filming The Flanagan Experiments, a 50-part video series on the life work of Dr. Patrick Flanagan.
When I arrived in Cottonwood, Arizona, Patrick personally met me in the lobby and had already booked me into a motel near his PhiSciences warehouse. I’d been in business for decades, but I’d never experienced such warm hospitality from a client. I had been posting pre-marketing content about the series, and the response from Dr. Flanagan’s fans had already blown me away. Their excitement was palpable.
Patrick chuckled when I told him. “Happy to hear,” he said. “I’ve been laying low the past few years.” I made a mental note to bring that up on camera. Over the years, I’ve found that a subject’s first impressions are best captured in real time—not rehearsed.
Originally, the plan was simple: 50 one-camera interviews. But seeing the buzz build, and realizing Patrick was an even bigger deal than I’d first thought, I suggested we upgrade to a two-camera shoot. I offered it at no extra cost—I had a feeling this could go viral. It was still early YouTube days in 2013, and back then, content creators (before we were called “influencers”) could make modest ad income as views climbed.
Patrick got it immediately. He saw the value of third-party production and understood our unspoken mini-partnership—I’d provide the sweat equity, and he’d bring the talent and credibility. We agreed the series would premiere on my BuzzBroz YouTube channel.
Flanagan’s Flantastic Warehouse
The next day, while I was taking a break from building the green screen set in one of the bays at Pat’s PhiSciences warehouse, I watched the 69-year-old doctor moving pallets of Crystal Energy and MegaHydrate boxes like a man half his age. Later, over a healthy catered lunch, I noticed how much his staff genuinely enjoyed working with him—laughing at his jokes and clearly loving the guy.
Then, out of the blue, he asked, “So this ET spirit guide of yours, Ohom, the one you channeled in Antarctica—do you still talk to him?”
He had seen Meditation Eleven, where I turned the show over to Ohom. I smiled. “Yes. He’s still easy for me to reach. And I’ve stopped worrying if he’s real or just a function of my creative meditative state. Either way, I like his advice.”
Pat then asked something no one else ever has: “Would you channel Ohom for me?”
For a split second, I worried I’d blow the gig or make a fool of myself. But I shook off the fear. “I can try.”
“Right now?” he asked, with a surprising urgency. “I have a question for Ohom.”
I nodded, closed my eyes, and took a few grounding breaths in the Arizona sun. One of the office staff sat quietly with us.
“All I have to do is say his name,” I explained, slipping into the meditative state.
As in Antarctica, I felt my consciousness step aside, making space for Ohom—who introduced himself as a thought traveler from Nektar, an icy moon orbiting a gas giant in the Orion star system.
When I opened my eyes, I heard myself say, “Hello, Dr. Flanagan. How can I be of service?”
Ohom’s Message
Pat let out a gleeful chuckle, then turned serious. “My wife Stephanie and I have been fighting over this project. She’s worried the government will come after me again. So worried, she’s left me. What should I do?”
Ohom was quiet. Then, after mentally conferring with me, he said gently, “Predicting future outcomes is infinitely variable. Your wife loves you and will follow whatever you decide—so long as you decide with love.”
Patrick nodded. “Good. Let’s do this. There’s a whole generation of fans I need to reach.” Then he added, “Before you go—any advice on how to manifest a reality where the government leaves me alone?”
Without pause, Ohom replied, “The dream state is horizontal; the waking state is vertical. Meditate on the success of this film project with Ken by placing yourself on a yoga table at the angle of the Great Pyramid of Giza, which you’ve visited so often and written about in Pyramid Power. This will increase your chances of manifesting peace and noninterference. If that is all, I would like to return Ken to you.”
Patrick beamed. “Thank you, Ohom.”
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, Patrick and his office mate were both smiling at me warmly.
“Thank you, Ken,” Patrick said quietly. “Just what I needed to hear.”
A Transformative Beginning
And so, Pat and I agreed to begin filming the next day. He asked that we start at 2 p.m. instead of early morning—he wanted time to angular-meditate, as Ohom had suggested, aligning himself with the pyramid energy before stepping in front of the camera. He seemed relieved, even joyful, to be moving forward.
Before we parted, he offered up another idea for me to consider—typical Pat, always innovating—and I happily agreed to think it over. As we wrapped up lunch, I wished him luck patching things up with his wife, Stephanie. He nodded thoughtfully, a hopeful glint in his eye.
End Chapter 6 – Flanagan’s Flantastic Warehouse
by wisdomkeeperpublishing | May 6, 2025 | Dr. Patrick Flanagan, Meditation, Remembering Dr. Patrick Flanagan
Filming, Fate, and the Woman a Blue-Skinned ET Traveler Told Me to Marry
By Ken Sheetz
After filming Pat at Chichén Itzá on an overpriced Cannon video camera I’d bought last-minute at the Cancun airport—because the one I’d used in Antarctica, a gift from my former roommate Bradley Quick, had died just as I docked in Ushuaia—as I broke down the shoot I told Pat the horror story of how hard it had been to keep our date for the once-in-5,000-year end of the Mayan calendar.
The night before my departure from Ushuaia, Argentina—basically the end of the world—the only card I had with a balance, my PayPal card, got swallowed by an ATM. Just like that, gone. What saved me? A sharp memory and something… stranger.
Weeks earlier, aboard the research ship heading back from Antarctica, I’d entered a deep meditative state and connected—again—with the blue-skinned being who had first appeared to me in Italy back in 2010. Ohom.
I asked, “Of the women I’ve been meeting in LA’s New Age circles… if I were to finally settle down, who would be the best match for me?”
Without hesitation, Ohom replied, “Elizabeth England is the perfect mate for you.”
Elizabeth England at the Jerome, AZ Butterfly
I didn’t know then how prophetic that answer would become. I had only met Elizabeth a handful of times at various LA Dreamshield events I’d been holding at Ohom’s guidance. I knew little about her. But I did know this: Ohom had helped me before—and apparently wasn’t done.
Back in Ushuaia, after the ATM disaster, I sat stunned, broke, unsure if I’d even make it to Mexico. Then, out of nowhere, PayPal glitched. A transfer I had already written off suddenly appeared in my account.
Call it luck. Call it tech. I call it Ohom.
With that miracle money, I began the brutal journey north. The Mayan symposium had promised to pick me up at the Cancun airport—after I’d spent everything I had—but never showed. Pat was furious when I told him. He’d practically funded the event himself, and they were dropping the ball left and right.
I had just six hours to get to Chichén Itzá to film him.
“Well, how did you get to me?” he asked, concerned.
I explained how I’d struck a desperate deal with a taxi driver to take me to the symposium. He gave me five minutes to find the director and get him paid. I searched everywhere—no Pat, no Nick, no director. So the driver took my luggage as fare. Everything but the shirt on my back, gone.
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Pat loved the story of Ohom’s dating advice and the journey to him and he said as he shook my hand goodbye, “Well, I appreciate you going to the max to honor your bargain to film me here,” he said. “You ever want to film me again, just ask.”
They’d filled the resort Pat and his wife Stephanie, busy somewhere at the symposium were staying at, so I booked a cheap room nearby, washed the clothes I’d been living in for 50 hours, bought a symposium T-shirt, and collapsed into a hammock.
As I drifted off to the sounds of the Mexican jungle surrounding the pyramid of Chichen Itza, I thought of Antarctica. Of Ohom. Of Elizabeth. And of the dream that had brought me here, against all odds, to film one of the most remarkable minds on Earth.
Next up for my Remembering Patrick Flanagan stories. Breaking the news to Elizabeth that a thought traveling ET thought she was my perfect mate and my perfect pitch to Dr. Flanagan.
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