Brian Schnabel's Head Space
Where Magick and Mind Digitally Interlace.
Week of May 3, 2026, Personal Journal Entries
Sunday, May 3, 2026: 7:07 AM: Al Monzo dropped in via dream again. He and Carol had invited me to dinner with their family and introduced me to a young woman in her late twenties named Mealy. She and I immediately started talking about family, and I let her know exactly what I thought of my dad in particular, which is what I think of him as in reality. Mealy and I held hands as we talked, hers radiating a damp chill. Overall, I had a good feeling about the vision and sensed the precognitive undertones.
Mealy is a surname with Irish origins and seems to have some association with the English and Scottish as a surname, too. As a dream symbol, it can also be a play on “Mealy Mouthed” or indicate someone who is indirect, dry, crumbles easily, etc. I did think of Meal Worms when I woke from the vision off the bat, wondering if perhaps I was to meet a woman in the near future with an infectious disease but that didn’t quite feel right. Meal Worms transform into Darkling Beatles. So, I’m guessing I could meet a woman in the future that is going through some major life changes, as I am, which I’m pretty sure the dream directly reflects. So, I will be keeping an eye out for a young woman with the last name Mealy, or one of the English, Irish, or Scottish derivatives thereof, while continuing to roll with the changes in my own life.
Of course, the cold hands radiating the damp chill could indicate someone taking psychotropic drugs for a mental disorder. But the skin of her hands in the vision didn’t have that snake like feeling to them. So, I’ll keep the possibility in mind whenever (if ever) I meet this person. But when I think about my meeting with her in the vision and our easy exchange the phrase “Cold hands and warm heart” comes to mind.
Tuesday, May 5, 2026: 7:22 AM: Yesterday, my visions involved a UPS driver giving me a package I didn’t ask for that contained chocolate covered doughnuts. He was on his cellphone as he did this around 1:00 PM in the afternoon (1300 hours) so we’re clearly talking about stuff involving hidden powers of the mind. The vision had a fun feel to it, the driver telling me that the package was from a store who had more than enough doughnuts and no one would ever miss what he was giving me. My conclusion upon waking was that I’m either about to receive something in real-time that is unexpected or I’m about to unlock another aspect of my preternatural abilities.
Tuesday, May 5, 2026: 7:33 AM: It’s been slow starting around here, me being awake from around 1:38 AM to about 4:09 AM. In fact, I vaguely remember killing the alarm on my watch and seeing that I only got around 4 hours and 57 minutes of sleep before discovering what seemed only to be a few seconds later that it was 6:20 AM. I did recall at that point having told someone in a dream that I suffered from cyclical depression. The recollection didn’t come through with much more than that statement and given the way I’ve been feeling physically when combined with my lack of focus, I can see why the dream was there. Duley noted. I’m at another low inflection point with my dear sweet body chemistry.
Tuesday, May 5, 2026: 7:42 AM: Dear old Dad seems to be on my mind more than usual of late. I’m guessing that’s probably because I’ve been on his, too. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me really. His attitude towards me being along the lines of what’s his is his and what’s mine is his, him being the only one who can look into the personal space of others. Daddio is the only one who’s got the right to total privacy though regardless of what laws say and whose services he’s using. But I think I now know why I’m on this earth and why my brother was born, it all having to do with Vietnam.
Tuesday, May 5, 2026: 11:28 AM: I learned something yesterday morning. If I allow myself to experience an emotion with my full body at Center, letting it rush upwards and outwards from me while the image of who or whatever triggered it is clearly in my mind’s eye, the energy of said emotions moves outward towards that image as if it were a target. Yesterday morning I felt a channel between myself and an individual open and my anger move in a way that was reminiscent of what happened that one night on the radio when I was 24. At that point the information came through to me that this will also happen with joy and attraction as well when I learn to let it do so. The peace I felt afterwards was awesome. I don’t know what effect it had on the other party, but I do know this is the foundation for the kind of Remote Influencing/manifestation/magic the ancients knew and a few today have tried to share with us in their own subtle way.
Thursday, May 7, 2026: 6:54 AM: I am feeling fine and in perfect health, sending my spirit forth to do my bidding. Thus my will is projected in a manner that is backed by the power of focused intention, influencing my environment in ways that meet my own needs and fulfill my deepest desires. Working in conjunction with my spirit in accordance with basic universal laws and principles, I am well protected as are all within my sphere of influence. My will is my spirit and my spirit is my will, all of which is embodied in the field of my aura. I am granted the ability to direct and command this energy, allowing it to permeate my environment, everything becoming an extension of me, replete with my full conscious awareness, “And this is so.”
Posting that's a little off the trolley at times... Brian is a single Newtonian Gardens Apartments resident, Self-Publishing Author, cPanel WordPress Web Host and Windows 11 powered computer tech. He’s a musician, sailor, hiker, cycler and some women would say, “Magical, too!”