Brian Schnabel's Head Space
Where Magick and Mind Digitally Interlace.
Newton NJ Life Reflections: Frustrations With Elderly Parent Tech Help, Dominick’s Pizza Review, and Coping With Loss
Friday, November 21, 2025: 7:04 AM: Reflection and Release: I slept but woke up with knots in my stomach again, I think partly out of frustration with Dominick’s Pizza over on East Clinton Street here in Newton, NJ. But I think it also might have something to do with the call I got from Dad yesterday afternoon.
Yes. As predicted, Dad called. He mostly talked about the past with Mom and somewhat about her final moments, which I knew were not pleasant. There is no easy way to exit this life when your lungs fail, and hers did just that. “They failed.”
It is not pleasant to watch someone go out that way, let alone listen to it. But from what I do understand, Mom was calling the shots up to the end.
This shit with his computers and constant mania with doing everything as cheaply as possible is insane. My frustration with trying to help the man is further exacerbated by the fact that I don’t feel like he’s actually reading the screen most of the time. How can you have twenty-twenty vision, have a computer on your desk for over thirty-five years and still not grasp basic concepts like how to navigate a Windows directory?
Or is he playing stupid because it’s me helping him? “It’s definitely beginning to feel that way.”
Further aggravating is the fact that he’s been a total disaster with things like passwords from the get-go. Mom and he both seemed to have serious issues with organization with regard to this stuff, which is kind of scary because these are the people that used to be on my case about filing.
The whole situation is just totally screwed up. Now he’s dumping data into an account that he’ll never be able to access from a new device until he figures out how to update the non-existent email address Microsoft is sending security code to. This is absolute crap. I get tired of being jerked off and jerked around. I hate computers and helping people with them because they are lazy, refuse to learn anything to do with the crap they own, and have a habit of making their self-created nightmares everyone else’s problem. “I’m done! I hate everyone who pulls this shit and I’m done!”
Twenty-twenty vision is wasted on society. The people that have it are truly the blind ones. And they dare to play the role of being superior to someone like me? Seriously? “Choke and die.”
Dominic’s can’t seem to cook a roll or stromboli through anymore. I brought it to Sal Lombardo’s attention when I was in last week, but apparently, it’s an issue not worth fixing as I got my coldest stromboli yet yesterday afternoon. When I brought it to the attention of my waitress, Britney, she took it and had it microwaved. It tasted like crap after that.
This business with getting food served cold at the core began around the beginning of October. I believe I’ve been tolerant enough.
Obviously, they don’t care and I certainly will not pay again for something that is lower quality than a TV dinner. While I like Sal and Pete Lumbardo, I’m done with the place for a while. And… You know? “Maybe they and their staff there want it that way.”
I don’t know. At this point, I don’t really care either. If the Food Network loves them so much, “They can have them.”
My patience is really starting to run out with people. “Why bother with society at large?”
Friday, November 21st, 2025: 10:09 PM: Visions and Dreams: I took a brief nap this morning and experienced two very short visions. In the first, I found myself jumping off the deck of a large sailboat into the crystal-clear waters of Lake Wallenpaupack.
Surprisingly, despite the clarity of the water, it was not as cold as one would expect. Typically, this lake is quite murky when the water is warm.
The time appeared to be around 1:00 PM. There were actually two different sailboats anchored close to each other, both white and approximately 30 feet in length, with anodized aluminum silver spars and white decks accented with the usual teak trim. I couldn't determine the make of the boats.
In the second vision, I was in a gym, confronting several individuals dressed in black robes who were moving toward me. They resembled monks.
The sky outside was overcast, evident through the large rectangular windows lining the gym. The ceiling was about 15 feet high, and the floors were an off-white waxed tile or linoleum type material.
Despite the challenging situation, I felt empowered and confident. Although they outnumbered me, I was able to defend myself effectively, particularly after I began using the barbells as a means of protection. That marked the end of this vision.
Interpretation: Sailboats often symbolize favorable financial matters. In this vision, I was swimming in clear, comfortably tempered water, a notable contrast to Lake Wallenpaupack’s usual conditions.
Although the day was bright and sunny, the boats length in inches plus the military time of day could signal an upcoming change in the weather, perhaps indicating not only rain but a violent storm approaching, as is often the case. Thirty feet is equivalent to 360 inches; with 1:00 PM being 1300 Hours, 9 and 13 being of importance here.
The 9 and 13 tell me that we may experience rain within the next 72 to 96 hours, possibly sooner. The weather forecast suggests it could start as early as tomorrow morning, but based on the vision, it may turn out to be more severe than predicted.
That’s my take on that aspect of the dream, anyway. The chance of the weather markers playing out in real time is moderate at best.
Regarding the second vision, when I began my nap at about 10:30 AM and slept until noon, I held an intention: upon awakening, I would have dreams of overcoming those who oppress me.
The first vision seemed to signify positive financial news and a weather forecast, while the second vision was the one I was gunning for.
From a spiritual standpoint, many traditions are not inclusive of people with disabilities, which can be disheartening. The individuals in robes may have represented religious figures or institutions.
In the dream, I managed to overcome them, suggesting that positive changes may be on the horizon. Perhaps someone from a religious community may invite me to join their congregation, or I might connect with a group of friends who are deeply spiritual.
It’s also possible that someone’s perspective regarding people with visual impairments will shift, leading to greater understanding and acceptance. Ultimately, only time will tell.
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!”