Brian Schnabel's Head Space
Where Magick and Mind Digitally Interlace.
Winter Reflections: Tenant Challenges and More at Newtonian Gardens
Sunday, December 14, 2025: 7:42 PM: Reflection and Release: Interactions: Weather: This morning, I woke up with a sense of irritation after realizing that no one had cleared the snow from the complex overnight. Six inches piled up, and it seems like everyone just waited until the storm stopped before doing anything. This pattern of procrastination signals a few things to me.
First, it’s obvious yet again that we don’t have a full-time property manager. Even though I’ve mentioned this before, it bears repeating. Second, I’m told the property manager was nowhere to be found, though his girlfriend was present; I suppose that’s considered an acceptable substitute in their book.
The bigger issue is with Goldberg Realty Associates in Caldwell, New Jersey; the folks who own and run this property. Their disregard for both legal requirements and tenant welfare is glaring to me. According to the Uniform Housing Code, a complex the size of Newtonian Gardens Apartments in Newton NJ is supposed to employ at least one full-time property manager for round-the-clock coverage, especially to handle emergencies and inclement weather. During such conditions, management should be actively salting, sanding, and shoveling, not waiting for everything to blow over before making a half-hearted attempt.
It reminds me of when Richie (the thief) and Alice (his mother) managed this place over twenty years ago when I first moved in; it seems we’re back to those same bad habits.
While talking to another tenant about the state of the complex, I suggested he document the conditions with his smartphone and file a maintenance request. Unfortunately, most tenants here seem unwilling to act or stand up for themselves. It’s frustrating, but maybe people get the outcomes they’re willing to accept.
After talking with my neighbor, I decided to meditate on the situation. During my meditation, I visualized a stackable washer and dryer engulfed in flames; oddly enough, it felt like a symbol appropriate for the outcome I desired to manifest. My affirmation was simple: "I have been well protected from the greed, incompetence, and prejudice of Goldberg Realty Associates."
I barely finished the affirmation in my head before slipping into a vision where I heard myself telling someone: "You can do this. You have the power to do this."
The atmosphere felt like a negotiation in progress. My tone with whoever I was talking to was commanding yet professional. “I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.”
Although the images were vague and gray, I emerged from the meditation with a familiar surge of energy and a sense that something was about to change. That feeling is good enough for me; I believe that things will work out.
Tuesday, December 16, 2025: 5:26 AM: Visions and Dreams: I thought I had slept until 4:39 AM this morning. I felt my hand reach out and touch the button on my clock and heard it clearly say, “It’s 4:39 AM.”
I then lay dozing for a few minutes before getting out of bed to use the bathroom. On my way back to bed, something didn’t feel right. So, I checked the time again, and the clock said, “It’s 1:14 AM.”
I knew right then and there that I hadn’t actually physically checked the time before heading to the bathroom the first time. It was another one of those life-like visions.
But I also knew something else in my half aware brain. “I need to be up at 4:39 AM.”
Why? I have no idea. The only thing of interest that happened was that A computer from China had visited the post “Embracing Spiritual Identity: Walking in Personal Power and Faith” on Brian Schnabel’s head space at exactly 4:39 AM.
I don’t even think the visiting computer was legitimate. I did reread the post though, just for the hell of it, this serving as a reminder to me that I might as well fully embrace the term “Witch” as a part of my identity’s description.
I also turned off “Do Not Disturb” on my phone. But no one called or texted. But it feels like something has happened. I just don’t know what.
Did my aunt pass on? Did something happen to Ellen? Did Dad drop dead of a heart attack? “I don’t know.”
Something is up though. I’ve checked email, server records, and even the availability of Dad’s old business domain, which I want to get my hands on if I can. Beyond all that, “There’s nothing left to do but watch and see what happens.”
Tuesday, December 16, 2025: 10:13 PM: Visions and Dreams: This morning, during meditation, I had a vision. In it, I was listening to someone climb the steps, and they were using a spray canister to test the alarm system. I simply stood in my apartment and observed what they were doing.
The vision then shifted, and I found myself standing in an office talking to Michelle Walsh. She mentioned that I would likely have a stronger ability to remotely influence things if I were near a body of water. She also suggested that being near water could enhance my other abilities, such as having precognitive dreams.
Michelle explained that the larger the body of water, the stronger these abilities would be. I agreed with her.
As we continued our conversation, I absentmindedly slipped my hand into the pocket of her jacket, which appeared to be a hoodie similar to one I own, though the pockets faced forward instead of backward. She gently removed my hand from her pocket and, in a polite yet firm manner, said, "No."
The vision ended there. The office we were in seemed to be a dark, wood-paneled doctor's office, with various pieces of furniture around us.
Wednesday, December 17, 2025: 7:31 AM: Visions and Dreams: I had a vision this morning that I was at my grandfather's house with my mother. She was standing in the part of the living room, facing the door, near the chair closest to the hallway that led back to the kitchen.
I could hear my father on the phone in the kitchen. I knew Dad was talking with my brother, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. My mother stood there with her hand on the phone, looking toward me.
The plan was that as soon as my father started to hang up, she would pick up the phone and talk to my brother. Otherwise, the call would disconnect, and she wouldn’t get the chance to talk with her eldest son.
When I heard my father begin to hang up, I told her, "You're good to go," and reassured her, "You're okay."
She picked up the phone and began talking to my brother. While she was doing this, my father entered the living room and demanded to know when I was going to clean the film of rock salt off my shoes. I replied, "When I'm damn good and ready."
I was very nonchalant about it, simply stating, "Yeah, when I'm damn good and ready." That was the end of the vision.
Wednesday, December 17, 2025: 1:47 PM: Visions and Dreams: This morning, I slept for a while and experienced several dreams. However, the only one I can recall in detail involved an adolescent girl, whom I estimate to have been around sixteen years old. In this dream, she was preparing to take a shower.
The setting was the downstairs bathroom of the Vernon house. Interestingly, it was a full bath that featured dark wood paneling on the walls instead of the wallpaper that was actually there when I helped my parents move out.
In the dream, the girl was unclothed, and I was partially dressed, still wearing my jeans. She engaged in playful, teasing behavior, encouraging me to get undressed as well saying things like, “Come on. Get undressed!”
I wasn’t resisting her advances and was thrilled to be kissing and touching her, even though I knew it was wrong. “She was quite playful and made it clear she wanted me.”
Then my father entered the house, prompting us to quickly act as though nothing unusual was happening. I busied myself by reorganizing our shoes by the bathroom door, walking around in my bare feet. She had already started the shower and was not wearing her sneakers or any clothing.
The dream was unusual and somewhat perplexing. The girl did not disclose her exact age, but I was aware that she was under eighteen.
As the dream progressed, I determined she was definitely sixteen years old, in contrast to a previous dream where the individual was thirteen. There was more interpersonal interaction in this vision compared to the earlier one.
Overall, the nature of these recurring dreams is rather disturbing to me, and I am uncertain what they signify. I hope to gain a better understanding of what the meaning of all this is as time goes by.
Sex dreams for me are usually of a precognitive nature and these dreams have both had elements indicating that they are that as well. However, little girls aren’t my thing. So, I can only assume we’re talking about a possible pending sexual encounter here, the vision hinting at the teenage curiosity and enthusiasm my potential partner may display if a hookup in the near future actually takes place.
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!”