Brian Schnabel's Head Space
Where Magick and Mind Digitally Interlace.
Reflections, Website Projects, and Reading Rituals
Sunday, November 16, 2025: 6:32 AM: Intentions for The Day: No dreams last night, which is fine by me. I feel relaxed. I feel really relaxed, which is fine by me, too.
At some point this afternoon, I’ll put another page up on Dad’s site, advertising his 2013 2LT Camaro. I’m doing the pictures he sent me as individual web pages, incorporating the written descriptions of each picture into the advertisement. This way, there’s more of a variety of wording available to capture traffic from the web. “Find one page and you find everything.”
Then, there’s the matter of Brian Schnabel’s Head Space. What do I want to do with this site today? I have tuns of material to post on BrianSchnabel.com, but which to do first?
I guess I could work more on my Reality Creation category otherwise known as “Visualization of My Ideal day”. But I don’t know. Perhaps it would be more fun to write a new post for that section than back posting older ones? “Things to consider.”
Or maybe I should just say screw it all and just chill today, read lives of the Mayfair Witches for the fifth time or something. I’m halfway through Ann Rice’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy but I’m just not into this one.
I think it’s the girl doing the Audible narration. It sounds so flat. Is she as monolog during the act herself as she is when reading about it?
Oh well! I’ll finish reading it eventually, I guess. Maybe I’ll focus on finding the right woman to help me through the rest of the passages. “That could be fun!”
Coffee is good. This morning’s brew sets well with me. I doubt the price is going to go back down on coffee though. American corporations will keep the price high even if the tariffs are lifted. “Anything to make a fast buck off we the people.”
I do know I’m staying in today. Traveling during high wind advisories is a bitch when your blind and I don’t feel like taking a flying limb in the head. Just because most of the general public thinks I’m brainless doesn’t mean I have to make it so, “You know?”
Well… My first cup of coffee is done. Time to head to the kitchen for a second. Maybe somewhere along the way I’ll get a brainwave as to what I should do next. “Ah… Blessed Sunday’s. What a world. What a world.”
Sunday, November 16, 2025: 9:59 AM: Reflection and Release: I decided to go for it and just finished the first chapter in Part 1 “Come Together” in Anne Rice’s “Witching Hour”. It’s funny how certain phrases, even in a fictional work, can stand out for you.
In the Witching Hour, Arrin Lightner tells a doctor at the end of chapter one that he shouldn’t tell anyone else his ghost story because people won’t believe him unless they’ve experienced something like that for themselves. “Isn’t that the truth though in the nonfiction work we call life?”
I’ve done things I have a hard time believing when I look back. So, is it any small wonder that people have trouble believing me when I recount some experiences?
Mom believed me though. I have no doubt about that.
“Mom, I was taught Kinesiology at a Nature’s Sunshine Products meeting, and they tell me I’m quite accurate with it.” Her answer? “Come to the house and test your father.”
“Mom, I found out in therapy that I’m having precognitive dreams.” Mom’s response? She goes and tells my brother about it, offering it as a possible explanation for why I’ve conveniently turned into a ghost he couldn’t find. When I finally decided to surface at Mom’s behest, “He damn near crashed his truck when I told him how I came to be standing at the top of Drew Mountain Road with my arms folded and Seeing Eye dog sitting at my side when he pulled up.” Bro was working quite the irregular schedule in those days. “He never spoke of it again.”
“Mom, I’m astral traveling.” Mom never even flinched during those conversations.
When she called me in the beginning of 2023 to tell me about her experiencing the sensation of someone being in the room with her when no one was in the house but her, that’s when I began to suspect that maybe what runs through my veins ran on the Sedlack side of the family. Looking back on my interactions with Mom when she was alive, I can’t help but think she knew more than she was letting on. She never once criticized or doubted my ability in that realm. “What did she know?”
Now, once again, here I am reading a book centered around witchcraft. For some reason, the Mayfair series resonates with me despite some of its creepier aspects. I’ll probably reread the trilogy a few hundred times before I set it aside for a while. “I don’t know why.”
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!”