This afternoon, I settled in for a long meditation session—three and a half hours, to be exact. It was one of the more productive sittings I’ve had in a while. I should do this way more often, like every day if I can.
During the session, my thoughts kept circling back to the ongoing situation with Dad, especially since he texted yesterday about sending me a Christmas card and a check. That communication brought up a lot of questions: what do I actually want to say to him in a letter this year? I’m weighing how to respond, given what I now know about his fraudulent activities and what I suspect his next move might be. Honestly, I’m not sure I want to send anything at all.
I also spent some time considering the future of Brian Schnabel’s Head Space. There’s been a noticeable uptick in site traffic from users connecting through public VPNs abroad—Mexico, Canada, and elsewhere—even when it’s clear they’re local to the Tri-state area. I’m wondering if it’s worth restricting access to just the Tri-state region and blocking the rest of the world, or if that’s just overthinking things.
During my meditation, I received two distinct messages. First: if someone with questionable integrity offers me help and it genuinely moves me forward, I should accept it. Second: I must avoid remote viewing anyone at someone else’s request—personal boundaries matter. There were other threads mixed in, mostly about recent contacts and upcoming communications.
It seems likely I’ll cross paths with my complex manager again soon, or perhaps his girlfriend. If not, I may hear from Goldberg Realty Assoc., the company running our complex. I’m also picking up on the possibility that Marilyn might reach out in the next few days. My sense is that some form of these events will unfold around the mid-afternoon period, give or take a few hours.
There were some other things in there too indicating that I was being remotely viewed by a party unknown. I sensed a bit of interference in my progress from the earthbound side of the equation. But, even still, Things went relatively well.
I know I’ve said I should do meditations more often in the past. But I’ve never settled on a cycle for doing this.
I think part of it is just me. I don’t always trust myself to know what I’m doing and don’t commit out of a fear of wasting my time with meditation, sitting for ideas, etcetera. However, the inner witch is getting stronger and talking to me clearly now in a way I can finally understand.
It’s about time though, right? After all, “I’ve only been at this for about 30 years!”
Oh well. Maybe it’s about time I just map out three hours a day in stone and meditate without fail starting tomorrow afternoon at 1:00 PM. “Isn’t that what Ben Franklin did?”