Remembering Patrick Flanagan – Chapter 6: Flanagan’s Flantastic Warehouse
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
