Brian Schnabel's Head Space

Thursday, September 17, 2026: 4:43 PM: Note: I am really starting to seriously consider the possibility of there being something to James Redfield’s idea about unbidden thoughts of other people. For me, it happens most often at center. My mind creates a still shot of what it thinks someone looks like and presents them to me, even if I’m working on something else. I’m finding that the person, or someone connected to them, then appears in real time, especially when the images and feelings become disruptively strong. I’m going to have to keep better notes on this when it happens to confirm, simply for my own sake, verifying to myself that I’m not crazy.

Thursday, September 17, 2026: 4:27 PM: I’ve come to the conclusion that my computer needs to turn on at 8:00 AM and turn off at 5:00 PM. Otherwise, I’m just never going to wind down enough to crash. If I need to take notes, I’ve got a watch and a phone for that, plus a few cheap digital recorders. My Alexa Echo Dots can help me out there, too. Rationally, it’s not what I want to do, but my gut is telling me that it needs to be so.

Wednesday, September 16, 2026, 11:15 AM: Last night, I found myself wide awake for two and a half hours. So, I decided to seek information about my shadow. I did have some success, but that was only because Mom arrived in a vision and told me the technique I was using was too aggressive and that I needed to dial it back. So, knowing when to take a cue, I did just that.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2026: 8:30 AM: I slept for five and a half hours last night. This sleep thing seems a bit off kilter no matter what I do. But I’m functioning, so that’s a plus.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2026: 8:12 AM: I just sent out my annual webhosting fee to a client. AI is handy for doing little tasks like this. However, anyone who truly gives a crap about the people they deal with will make damn sure that AI’s proposed end result is up to scratch. I can’t believe how many assholes out there are making outrageous claims about AI being your personal assistant or even friend. It’s a fucking tool. “Nothing more!”

Saturday, September 12, 2026: 7:43 PM: After a few meditation sessions and a lot of careful consideration, I get yesterday’s vision. I need to avoid getting overrun by other people’s emotional storms. Other people’s negative moods and behavior have been clearly affecting me more than I’ve realized. I need to disconnect to protect myself emotionally and physically if I’m going to get things done. “That was the overall message from the vision.”

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So, what does this mean? I’ll be communicating with other people a lot less and focusing on my personal goals a lot more. In a word, “I’ll be disconnecting from other people’s lives for a while.”

Obviously, I will have to deal with people regarding services. But I do need to start limiting contact with folks; keeping phone calls short, calling people once a week if not every two-four, etc.

It kind of goes against my nature to be this way. But when I stop and ask myself, “How’s that working out for you?” the honest answer I’m left with is, “Not well at all.”

I’m disconnecting from the media completely, too. There’s no real point in paying attention to the media outlets because it’s all bullshit anyway. Let them spin their stories and inflame the divide that exists in this country.

Let members of congress violate state and federal law to their hearts content. I know Washington is just as corrupt as the state I live in and really don’t need the constant reminders of that.

I also know that the other minorities are just as bigoted as the people they publicly rail against. Women are the worst offenders when it comes to prejudice and the other minorities constantly in the press are not far behind. I know this because as a blind person I have had crimes committed against me by all of them.

They don’t want equality. They want to rule. “Let them have at it.”

Me? I’ve got a book to write. I’ve got other material to get published as well. So, there’s no reason I’ll ever be bored.

I’ve got some pretty cool books in my library to get reacquainted with, too. So, when I can’t get down to business because my brain is fried, I can entertain myself by reading. “Walking is a healthy way to clear the head, too.”

As far as dating goes, maybe it happens at some point and maybe it doesn’t. When I have the extra cashflow, maybe a hooker will actually turn out to be the better option. Based on all I’ve overheard when out and about, women these days are all about getting more than they are willing to give. At least with a hooker, everyone involved in the transaction knows the score.

But I’m rambling here. Obviously, I’m frustrated with life and the people I walk the face of this planet with. Is there any reason I shouldn’t be? I don’t see one. But maybe blindness has screwed my brain in a way that prevents me from doing so?

At this point, it doesn’t really matter. I need to start taking more decisive action in my life if I’m going to get anywhere with it. During reflection upon this latest vision, “That came through loud and clear!”

So, I become more difficult to reach. My conversations become shorter. Negative conversation become even shorter still.

Is that a crime? Some people will think so. Me? “I’m too tired to care.”

I’ve already made a few changes in my life this year. I might as well finish the job. I’m going to be a lot less giving going forward, too. Users beware. Run game on me from this point going forward and, “The joke will be on you.”

Friday, September 11, 2026: 11:32 AM: I had a vision this morning that involved listening to a Silva Centering Exercise guided meditation recorded by Neven Paar on my laptop. While doing this, I was also working on something in Excel that seemed to involve transferring columns between spreadsheets. Toward the end of the dream, though, I was shutting down my laptop as quickly as possible because of the sudden thunderstorm that arrived, with rain blowing in through my open windows.

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