May 2024 Journal: – Brian Schnabel's Head Space

Seeing the light: Slowly progressing through the forest.

This evening’s last-minute decision to meet friends for dinner, despite the light rain, was cool. I had an easy time getting across town and coming back, “Everything just flowing along with ease!”

iOS 17.5: Security vs creepy guests.

I see that apple’s latest update; iOS 17.5 is now available and am installing it on my iPhone. They say this version brings a mix of security enhancements, quality-of-life improvements, and a dash of innovation. But then again, “Don’t they always say that?”

Red flags in the digital world: A tale of love and manipulation.

I shook my head this evening upon hearing an angry outburst from a neighbor’s apartment and wondered what any real woman would see in a man who uses pickup artist techniques that even a licensed professional would recognize as something out of a book like Tony Clink’s “The Layguide: How to Seduce Women More Beautiful Than You Ever Dreamed Possible (no Matter what You Look Like Or how Much You Make)”. But… I guess if you don’t mind your significant other attempting to dictate to you everything from who you should talk to while trying to control the content you view on your phone via spyware and other means, then it doesn’t matter, “Right?”

Digital fortification: An update on recent security efforts.

I had a good laugh this evening watching a certain Cloudflare user attempt to access my website for a good five minutes around 6:40 PM. I guess my dirty little secret is out now, as they accessed another site that displays partial posts that are linked to this one in their desperation to see what I’ve written.

Tent purchase on hold for now.

My Housing Program issue seems to have been resolved. I haven’t gotten any phone calls other than the two before noontime from the individual who had finally acquired all the material from my case manager that they needed to process my recertification for another year. I should probably keep a stack of pictures handy for all who wish to have one for their dartboard after what I did to reach this point. You know. “Just as a courtesy.”

Breaking point: CC’ing Janel Winter on my Housing Program email.

After sleeping on the Housing Program situation last night in between trips to the bathroom… Yeah… I woke around 4:30 AM contemplating a few vague ideas on how to deal with the situation presented to me by the DCA Housing Program, despite my best efforts to get everything done in a timely fashion. But by 6:00 AM I had a concrete plan that will probably piss more than one person off because it involves a CC of an email to Janel Winter, NJ Department of Community Affairs: Director of the Division of Housing and Community Resources. “Oh well!”

Housing hiccups, tech wins: A day onward.

It’s been an interesting day to say the least. But… I did get stuff accomplished. Most of my accounts are now secure beyond a doubt, I’ve been posting to this site every single day since April 11th, spinning for thirty minutes late this evening, and checking a client’s computer for a possible virus along the way. “Remote Desktop works well with JAWS for Windows!”

Blindsided by bureaucracy: A NJ DCA Housing Program client’s perspective.

Well… The little birdy was right about the rain and hearing from The NJ Department of Community Affairs Housing Program today after all. It wasn’t the letter in the mail I was expecting from Housing. It was a voicemail from Housing telling me they haven’t received my completed packet yet and I need to get it to them ASAP. And yet, I have an email from a case manager telling me all is in order with the stuff that needed to be in by April 17th plus other communications showing that I’ve been actively supplying them with the rest of what they asked for as it came in. “When does this crap ever end?”

Resilient echoes: Securing peace in personal and digital realms.

Well… Here we are writing at 5:00 AM again. I actually woke at 4:32 and am surprised that I slept. Why? When I finally went to bed, “I was really pissed!”

Exploring the mysteries of the mind: An introduction to Coordinate Remote Viewing.

I’m pretty sure at least a few people out there are aware that the human mind is a frontier of endless possibilities. Among its many capabilities is a phenomenon folks have heard me talk about in the past known as Remote Viewing (RV), a psychic ability that allows a person to perceive distant or unseen targets. This ability transcends the constraints of time and space, offering a possible glimpse into the unknown. “These glimpses are not guaranteed or always accurate.”

Monetary hints and rainy whispers: A curious morning bird song.

And yet another round of spin is done. My skin looks like crap but that will clear in another few days. I pushed it hard again this morning with the intention of having the pendulum swinging low again to coincide with a window of time that is best for meditation and vision surfing. “I do believe a Remote Viewing Session is in order!”

Cock-a-doodle-do: From positive visions to dark thoughts.

I woke at around 4:00 AM thinking about perhaps cooking a chicken dinner. I’m thinking these thoughts might have been somewhat inspired by the rooster on the hill running his mouth again. What was that you were trying to say buddy? Was it any cock will do? “I had a few ex-girlfriends like that!”

Finding my rituals: Journeying through Mother’s Day.

So, the good people in the Rockaway Housing Field Office have received the last piece of everything they needed from me as of this afternoon, I took a friend and her daughter out to breakfast for Mother’s Day, and got a text back from my own Mom, as well. So… Given some currently existing circumstances, all in all, not a bad day. “I think I might have tapeworm though!”

Network security fixes and maintaining relationships.

It’s been a slow lazy day. My friends and I went to Dominick’s for lunch. I was there yesterday. But… Dom’s is one of those places I don’t mind visiting twice in a row. “What did I do after that?”

Sleep’s secret passage: Uncovering the veiled hours of rest.

I didn’t get that much sleep again last night, although I’m thinking I probably got more than I realized. It’s a strange phenomenon that’s been going on with me increasingly over the past decade. “I fall asleep for sometimes hours at a time without knowing I slept.”

Times Square tragedy: Unheeded signs in The Mental Health Profession.

Trevor Bickford, a 20-year-old man, carried out a premeditated attack on three NYPD officers with a machete-style knife on New Year’s Eve of 2022. This act of violence occurred near Times Square during one of the city’s most iconic celebrations and, “Trevor told Mental Health Professionals he was going to do it!”

The busy life chronicles: Friends, cars, and clean clothes quest.

The banking is done, and I can now do laundry for the next month. I didn’t get soaked from the rain either, just slightly damp by the time I reached Dominick’s, from where the owner was good enough to drive me home after I had lunch. I’ve got an appointment to go car shopping with a friend in the beginning of June, too.

The whispering bird song at dawn: Tale of a red brick wall.

The little birdy I’ve written about in the past has been actively whispering in my ear again, me awakening to its song at around 5:00 AM. This time it spoke of a 20-foot-high red brick wall in the middle of a peaceful forest clearing.

The ocean within: A tale of awakening.

It feels still around here right now. And… Although I didn’t awaken to a powerful rushing sensation that ran from the base of my spine into my head again like I did yesterday afternoon, I actually got a decent night’s sleep for a change. So… Yeah… “I think today that bank run will be possible!”

Sleep, post, dine: Simple wins during my day.

Another day is done. I’ve passed my Section 8 Housing inspection, caught a few hours extra sleep and even got out for dinner with friends. Naturally, I did some posting to this site as well, which is always a plus, content creation not being as easy as one might think, “Especially when you start over thinking it.”

From anguish to assertion: A journey of personal boundaries.

I woke at 3:00 AM feeling relaxed and yet… Well… I’m not sure what you would call it. I locked in on my breathing and the things that have transpired over this past year began scrolling through my mind; my brother’s passing, the arrest, people saying that my niece wasn’t raped because a court didn’t say so simply because they are worried about how they look in the scheme of things, my anger and frustration with the Mental Health profession, plus a few other things. But when I attempted to dial in on the issues, I felt the familiar push back and registered a message from the inner clockwork telling me it’s all being handled. “I’d like to believe that!”

Orgasmic surprises: Goldberg Realty’s possibly hidden guarantees.

Well… Despite everything today, there are three things I’m pleased to have accomplished. They won’t seem like a big deal to many people, but they matter to me, “And in this house that means something!”

Inspecting the unexpected: A Section 8 tenant’s perspective.

It doesn’t happen often, but this year it did. I got a phone call this afternoon that my inspection, conducted by the New Jersey Department of Community Affairs Housing Program will be tomorrow. Was it related to the fire here at Newtonian Gardens on Friday? “I’m not sure!”

A sleepless night: Possible wisdom on the bookshelf.

Well… After the 1:00 AM incident with the alarm dog, sleep never came. So, I read some more and then listened to music for a while. I think I’m on my third cup of coffee now and feeling like reading Debt of honor is starting to emotionally drag on me a bit. “It’s not fun right now!”

Noisy nights and latch checks: Listening to the canine alarm.

As annoying as little yapper dogs can be sometimes, they do have their place. At first, when my downstairs neighbor’s dog started barking at 1:00 AM, I thought it was because the floor creaked a little as I walked from my desk in the bedroom towards the kitchen of my apartment. Hardwood floors do that in old buildings when it’s damp out, “No matter how careful you try to be!”

Whispers of the woods: Wielding the sword few do.

I just got done doing a meditation while listening to Forest, Birds & Stream from the Nature Sounds for Relaxation Meditation Healing & Sleep album, which is published by Sounds of Beautiful World. It runs for an hour and ten minutes and can be found on Amazon along with a bunch of other sound tracks just like it. It was one of many awesome finds I’ve discovered on their website and handy for meditation and drowning out the more distracting or unpleasant sounds in my environment. “I’ve got a whole nature sounds playlist setup for this house!”

The final verdict: Reflecting on a personal loss.

I received a call this evening informing me that the investigation into my brother’s fatal car accident on Saturday, February 24, 2024, by the South Dakota Highway Patrol has concluded. What it boils down to is his blood alcohol level was .201, he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, and he was driving at a high rate of speed as he drove into a ditch, causing the vehicle to flip multiple times.

A day in the life: Navigating work and accessibility.

Around noontime, I awoke feeling like I could have stayed in bed all day, my sleep deep and intermittent from about midnight onward. The temptation to remain under the sheets and weighted blanket was strong, yet duty called. Leases awaited my signature, server issues demanded research, and a list of calls beckoned.

Dawn of decision: Coffee and Clancy’s Executive Orders.

I decided once I got done with my meditation to start coffee at around 4:00 AM and order Tom Clancy’s “Executive Orders” from audible. The way the last book “Debt of Honor” ended, it just made sense to continue reading this next book.

Harnessing emotions: A journey into mindful energy transformation.

Sleep has evaded me once again. It was around 3:00 AM when I gave it up, gunning for a meditative state instead. In the quiet of the night, I began working on a project at Center that promised a tranquility of sorts, not through lengthy affirmations but through the power of singular words.

Reality’s echoes of fiction: In Tom Clancy’s Debt of Honor.

As I turned the last page of Tom Clancy’s “Debt of Honor” tonight, a slight chill ran down my spine. The parallels between Clancy’s narrative and the tragic events of September 11, 2001, are uncanny, to say the least. It’s almost as if the book, published in 1994, cast a haunting shadow over the future.

Quietude and Clancy: An easy concentration day.

Today went reasonably well, me spending most of it reading Tom Clancy’s Debt of Honor. It was mostly quiet around the building, making it easy to concentrate, too. I also made a trip to Hayek’s Market for a BLT and got some time in spinning this evening, as well. I think I might need to slow down with the grapes just a bit, having blown through a large bag of them in under 18 hours. “Ups!”

Scheduling the future: Bridging dreams and reality.

At 3:15 AM, I found myself lost in the mental interpretation of an intense, vivid erotic vision; a glimpse of a future waiting to unfold. Then my friendly neighborhood teleprompter suddenly awoke in my head, generating the most peculiar thought. “Schedule these dream events in real life.”

Sleepless musings, outings, and unforeseen flames.

Today was a bit long, me only having gotten an hour and a half’s worth of sleep, if that, by the time 8:00 AM rolled around. I did manage to get another two hours in this afternoon upon returning from lunch at Villa Capri’s with my friend who works at a sheriff’s department here in North Jersey and am hoping for a normal night’s sleep tonight. But… “We shall see!”