The Journey

The following story is of how Ken became a light-worker and the obstacles he overcame.

The University of Tampa 1988 – Three balls of light

I went to sleep in my dorm room and experienced a form of sleep paralysis. I had experienced it as a teenager. Imagine your mind is wide awake but your body is sent paralyzing hormones to prevent you from physically acting out your dreams.

Now throw in the feeling of an evil entity approaching you. That’s what I was experiencing as I desperately tried to move my body. I tried to roll over to break out of it.

I then saw three white globes of light enter my bedroom through a window and line up in the shape of an upside down triangle. Frightened, I told it to get out and it quickly flew away. I went back to sleep.

The same night my consciousness was suddenly in my younger brothers room in our family home. A large dark shadowy figure with a helmet with horns and cape approached my younger brother. I could tell that he was experiencing the sleep paralyzes phenomena.

The figure bent over my brother and was about to touch him when my protective instincts somehow enabled me to drive it away with a burst of white light.

I called my brother the next day to ask if he had a strange dream. He recounted the same events but saw a less defined shadowy figure. When it went away, he felt a maternal presence protecting him?

Now I know that it was from my Guardian Angel. He later told me that our older brother, who was living in the room below his, was playing with a Ouji board that very night.

The Entity dream – September 6th, 1988

Belle Terre is a wooded bird sanctuary on the north shore of Long Island. It is up a steep hill from Port Jefferson surrounded on two sides by the Long Island Sound and on the third side by Port Jeff harbor.

My room was carpeted with green artificial grass. There were sliding glass doors with metallic Venetian blinds. There were bookcases across from my bed in front of a wall that was built to separate my room from my older brother.

I climbed into my bed and closed the light on a nightstand. I pulled my knees to my chest in a pelvic tilt and then rolled onto my left side and fell asleep.

I was suddenly in someone else’s home before sunrise. The room was set up as a home office with a card table. One side of the office had sliding glass doors that led out to a swimming pool.

A man, Seymour Tankleff, with a chubby cherub face and protruding cleft chin, with white hair around the bald spot in the middle of his head and a big belly, was sound asleep in his office chair.

On his desk were letters spread out with checks written out to Tankleff insurance for fifty thousand dollars each. He had invested the money he made from his insurance business into partnerships with many business owners. One letter had the Strathmore Bagel letterhead but no check. 

I was cognizant of being incorporeal yet it felt the same as if I were physically present. I became aware of an entity, floating near the ceiling. My consciousness was able to communicate with it. It filled the room with an intense thick hate force. “Kill” was its message. This incredibly strong desire permeated my consciousness. I had to use considerable willpower not to succumb to the desire.

A young, thin but physically fit man with short puffy brown hair entered the office. He was flooded with the hate. He took out a long knife and slit the throat of Seymour, nearly decapitating him. Blood pulsed out of his neck with every heartbeat.

I woke up in my bed and looked around to see if anything really happened. It had felt so real. These were the most intense emotions I had ever felt. I went back to sleep that night with residual thoughts of violence bubbling in my mind.

It so disturbed me that the next morning, September 7th, I told my mother about it while sunning ourselves next to our lagoon style, dark grey gunite, swimming pool with a three-foot-high waterfall, recycling water back into the pool.

September 8th, 1988 The Murders…

On the morning of September 8th, I walked our family dog up the block and saw police cars parked in front of the Tankleff’s home. I went back home to listen to the news on the radio. The news reported the tragic murder of Seymour and Arlene Tankleff. Their 18-year-old son, Marty, was unharmed.

I went into my mother’s bedroom sized bathroom as she was putting on her makeup in front of the wall length mirrors.

“Mom, do you remember the dream I told you yesterday?” I excitedly asked. “Seymour and Arlene were murdered”.

“What do you know about this?” She asked

“Just the dream…,” I told her.

“Don’t tell anyone about it,” she warned me.

Marty was questioned by detective James McCready and other detectives at the murder scene.

They observed that he was unemotional, no signs of crying. He asked to see his father who was struggling for his life in the hospital but was convinced by them to go to the police station to fill out a statement form.

Marty was questioned by detective James McCready and other detectives at the murder scene. They observed that he was unemotional, no signs of crying. He asked to see his father who was struggling for his life in the hospital but was convinced by them to go to the police station to fill out a statement form.

James McCready and Norman Rein placed Marty into an interrogation room and told him about evidence that showed that he did it.

They told him that the Doctors shot Seymour up with adrenaline that woke him up from the coma and told them that his son, “Marty did it.”

They also said that they found his hair in his mother’s hand. They also told him that they performed a humidity test and can prove that he took a shower to wash away all the evidence.

“Could I have blacked out, Maybe I was possessed?” Marty wondered out loud.

The detectives convinced him that it could have happened that way and Marty agree in a coerced confession. He quickly recanted. Marty was arrested for the attacking his father and killing his mother.

When I heard about the confession and that he stated that he was possessed, I figured he must’ve been the brown-haired man that I saw do it.

After serving many years in prison, Marty was released. There wasn’t any evidence that he did it. In fact, the evidence pointed to his father’s business partner hiring hit men to kill him. The hit man who killed him looked like Marty.

This experience made me realize that the spiritual world was indeed real. This led me to accept that my Jewish religion was really true. I later realized I did an extrapolation.

I thought that the spiritual world is real proved religion true. I now realize that I was wrong.

I was hesitant about going public about my energy healing. I had a BS, MA, and a marketing career, so I had always been grounded with a reputation to protect. But no matter where I went, I had a mystical and experiences in synchronicity. 

Since 2008 I have been able to positively charge people with the Starlight Healer modality.

I have used this technique to remove negative forces from thousands of people as well as cure many physical ailments. I developed this technique intuitively, or so I thought… 

In 2018 I began attending a Qigong class in Deerfield Beach, FL. After class, the instructor and another practitioner agreed to experience my healing technique.

“Who would like to go first?” I asked. 

“I would like to see you do it on him first,” the 70-year-old practitioner said. He was very thin and frail looking with long gray hair and glasses. 

Please sit down, what are you suffering from?” I asked the 50-year-old instructor with gray receding hair and a cherubic body. 

After sitting he said, “I have pain in my feet for a long time”.

I immediately went into a deep trance and recited the prayer that Jacob is said to have said when he blessed two of his grandchildren.

“May the angel who hath redeemed me from all evil bless the lads and let my name be named in them, and the name of my fathers Abraham and Isaac; and let them grow into a multitude? in the midst of the earth.” 

After I connected with the white light energy, I waved my hands and distributed the energy around him. The practitioner stood off to my right observing everything.

After twenty seconds I asked him, “Do you feel anything?”.

“Yes, I feel my feet tingling.” He replied.

“This is way beyond Reiki, I have never seen anyone go into such a trance-like state as fast as you.” The practitioner said.

“You couldn’t have learned it in one lifetime. I’m having a vision of you learning it in the desert with Masters.”


I didn’t even believe in past lives, but I had the same vision years ago but discounted it as an overactive imagination. It’s kinda a stereotypical place to learn.

I decided that night to do my due diligence on past lives. So I checked on YouTube for past life regression and then contacting guardian angels. 

I underwent a guided past-life regression meditation led by Brian Weiss.

After going into deep meditation he led me into a garden where I saw my present life birth. He then led my awareness out of my infant body.

He describes a door with light shining around it. The door opened into my past life. I was able to see my past life body. 

I was thin with thick black wavy hair. I was wearing a silk robe. Half of it was colored purple. The other half was white with small black blots.

I was wearing a golden wreath on my head. The small leaves were going in every direction. Unlike Greek or Roman ones.

Wow, I thought. I saw myself in a past life. 

I think that the black blots on top of the pure white background represented the Yin-Yang duality of being born with both a good and bad inclination. 

It reminded me of Isaiah 11:6 in the bible. “The wolf shall dwell with the lamb,

and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child shall lead them.”

IMHO, I think it means that we will be able to integrate our good and bad inclinations so well that we won’t have any more internal conflict. The child is our consciousness that will be able to survive in a dualistic world. 

The wreath leaves that were going in every direction makes me think of freedom of enlightened thought.

Guardian Angel

I then watched a video by Brohemia about how you can meet and talk to your spirit guides in just three steps. Again it involved a door surrounded by light and a garden. When I was in the garden my guardian angel walked over to me. 

Her face was kinda like a Picasso painting. There was a diagonal split through her face, making one side slightly higher and closer non-symmetrical. There was also some type of wavy interference that made her face unfocused. She had black curly hair pulled back into a bun and was wearing a formal Elizabethan formal dress.

“Hi, It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” I said. She looked at me anticipatingly. I continued ”I saw myself in a past life, do you know who I was?”

“You were a Magus from the Magi.” She thought. I didn’t hear her voice but rather her thoughts in my own internal voice, repeating what she had thought. 

I had studied the Magi when I wrote about them in a screenplay I had written in 1991. The Medians had a priesthood caste called “Magi” who resided in Rhaga, modern Tehran. 

They were renowned ancient practitioners of astronomy/astrology, alchemy and other forms of esoteric knowledge. It still survives in the modern-day words “magic” and “magician“. 

“What was my name and where am I from?” 

I’m not sure if it is wise to publicly tell people my past life name or guardian angel’s name. “Your past life name was “blank”, who was a hypothecate from Kangavar.” She thought. 

I never heard of the words before but later found on the internet that the name and city were Magi. 

Hypothecate means to pledge as security without delivery of title or possession, like a mortgage. Apparently, I gave people mortgages.

A Magi Temple to worship Anahita (Mother Goddess) was indeed built in Kangavar. Worship of Anahita dates back to before Zoroastrian times. She was a major deity in the pantheon of the Median civilization (728 to 550 BC). 

The Magi eventually merged into Zoroastrianism, who practiced the first monotheistic religion.

In Zoroastrianism, the purpose in life is to “be among those who renew the world…to make the world progress towards perfection”.

Its basic maxims include:

  • Humata, Hukhta, Huvarshta, which mean: Good Thoughts, Good Words, Good Deeds.
  • There is only one path and that is the path of Truth.
  • Do the right thing because it is the right thing to do, and then all beneficial rewards will come to you also.

I researched this ancient culture and found a link between Zoroastrianism and Judaism. In fact, right in Genesis, it talks about the sons to whom Keturah, Abraham’s concubine, gave birth:

Zimran, Jokshan, Medan, Midian, Ishbak, Shuah. 1:33 The sons of Midian: Ephah, Epher, Hanoch, Abida, and Eldaah. Even Moses’s father-in-law Jethro was a Midianite priest, which means he was a Magi.

The belief system I had developed on my own, or so I thought, matched that of the Magi/Zoroastrianism, Spinoza, and Einstein. 

My guardian angel told me her name which translates as ‘deity’. Looking back at my life, I saw how I had been influenced by my past life, even as a screenwriter. 

I wrote my first screenplay in 1990 about The First Jewish Evangelist, (FJE). It is about a man who is bestowed with the power to heal and remove demons. I acted as the FJE for a video class and in a standup comic routine. 

I also wrote a screenplay in 1991 called The Conspiracy, it is about the Magi tricking humanity into believing that heaven is the place to go. In the story, the protagonist figures out the reason for Heaven having gates. It’s not to keep souls out, but rather to imprison them. Funny thing is that the Zoroastrians were the first to describe heaven.

I have been struggling in my life to figure out if I should be a screenwriter, marketing writer, or startup entrepreneur? 

Is it a coincidence that I am a Jewish Magi reincarnate and somehow they are linked together? 

After seeing everything she told me was true, it made me realize that I needed to focus on being an energy healer. 

I am not a Shaman/Priest/Rabbi and won’t keep any secrets from you. It’s in my nature to share knowledge. It continually gets me into trouble with people with fixed mentalities. If you love and pursue truth and try to learn something new every day with evolving viewpoints, then please contact me.

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