Brian Schnabel's Head Space
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Week of February 15, 2026, Personal Journal Entries: Blindness, Daily Living, and Intuition Driven Routines

Sunday, February 15, 2026: 10:55 AM: I’m realizing I need to keep my Copilot notes in smaller sections, so nothing gets lost. Although, part of me wonders if it’s more efficient to just jot things directly into my journal and let Copilot expand them later.

This afternoon I plan to post the last two weeks of entries online, one page per week. But I’m in no rush and mostly feel like relaxing.

When I got home from Ellen’s yesterday, I learned the crying downstairs wasn’t my neighbor but her 26 year old daughter, who has this interesting mix of high intelligence and childlike presentation. I gave her the extra Snickers Bites from Ellen and Jen, and I could tell she genuinely appreciated it. She assured me she’d share them with her mother.

I’m expecting more cash to flow in soon based on this morning’s vision, which also suggested I might cross paths with Mark (former complex manager) or Mike (currently still complex electrician) in the next few days. The imagery of Mark and I “robbing a boat” together felt symbolic—maybe an opportunity to earn money or someone offering help despite their assumptions about blindness.

Yesterday Jen invited me to lunch with her and Ellen, and the whole afternoon was peaceful. I had trouble falling asleep later, but I used the time well by engaging with the people who kept showing up in my mind’s eye.

Before I start posting my journal today, I feel like another meditation would help clear my head. Sunday is supposed to be the day of rest after all.

Sunday, February 15, 2026: 6:32 PM: Got two weeks’ worth of my journal prepped and ready to be converted into Brian Schnabel’s Head Space Pages. It’s been a slow day, and this is as far as I’ve gotten.

I’ve decided I am going to cash Marilyn’s check and simply do my best to head off trouble with her machine so I have to involve her as little as possible in any issues that may arise. If her behavior gets too off the wall, I’ll need to keep at least a few hundred on hand so I can prorate a refund. “Work is work.”

I spoke with her this evening for a few minutes but get the sense she’s just going to keep on the spiral she’s on. “I can’t do much there.”

I did a meditation this afternoon and came out of it with the inner witch telling me that I need to set intentions for the things I truly want before I head out into town to do the basics of living. I did get an offer of a ride from a customer in Hayek’s today, but something told me to decline. They were cool about it and seemed to handle the rejected offer well.

Sunday, February 15, 2026: 6:47 PM: Somehow, I’m feeling like I’ve finally come to understand the true nature of my intuitive abilities. I feel excited but unafraid of doing something wrong the way I might have in the past.

I’m going to continue the practice of engaging those who turn up in my mind’s eye most forcefully, especially before I leave to travel anywhere. I’m going to implement meditation before travel again with that thought in mind.

I’m also going to do intention setting during these meditations based on the things I most desire. So, the intentions will be to find opportunities for intimacy, increasing my income, protecting myself from dangerous weather, avoiding conflicts, staying safe in traffic etcetera. In short: I’m going to be letting intuition guide me in all of these things at a much higher level than in the past.

I’ve been carrying a knife with me again when I travel. Folks at the Great American Outdoor Show raised valid points about open carry laws in New Jersey. The knife is only three and a half inches in length, I think, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

I really do need to get in the habit of keeping something on hand in case I need to fix a bungee cord on the cane or repair the cane itself when on long walks. When you’re blind you never know when you might have to go as far as making a cane from a tree or something along those lines. If law enforcement wants to hassle me about it, so be it. “Knives are good for more than just personal defense.”

Monday, February 16, 2026: 6:27 AM: I had another one of those nights where I lost time. I didn’t feel myself fall asleep or wake up, just drifted through it feeling like I had been awake for only fifteen or twenty minutes when in reality closer to an hour or more had passed. I feel okay despite that.

In those moments when I was awake, I spent time meditating and brought Marilyn into the mind’s eye, laying out what wasn’t acceptable and how her behavior hurts herself and the people around her. No full-on visions, but I slipped into a partial one where I could hear “Fantasy” by Aldo Nova. Not sure what that was about. Maybe spillover from the conversation I had with Copilot about magic, reality-based abilities, and misconceptions around the supernatural.

I’m printing everything for Mike Murphy today and clearing the in basket on the desk. I’ll drop the tax stuff off tomorrow since Tuesday keeps coming to mind every time I think about it. Wednesday I’ll be resetting the phone.

I should probably do some research tomorrow to make sure the iOS reset process doesn’t throw any accessibility issues at me. I could go to Verizon, but they’ll probably try to sell me something instead of just helping.

iTunes for Windows might need to be part of the process. I’ll find out.

It’s peaceful out. I know it snowed during the night because I heard the town and county plows while drifting in and out. Forecast says cloudy today and tomorrow, rain on Wednesday, but that always shifts.

I’m hoping taking St. John’s Wort at 10 AM instead of 5 AM doesn’t screw me up. I’m Keeping supplements inside the 10 AM–6 PM eating window. The 16 hour fast already seems to be helping digestion, but I’ll know better in a week or two.

I need to spin some too. I’ve been lax about getting the body moving on non travel days. It burns off nervous energy and helps with sleep if I don’t do it too late.

Monday, February 16, 2026: 7:11 AM: I’m keeping my focus on stability first. That’s the foundation for everything else. If someone pulls me off center, it’s not worth the cost. Stability before obligation, clarity before involvement, boundaries before generosity is the golden rule.

With Marilyn and Michael, everything needs to stay as strictly transactional as possible. I’ll keep a refund buffer and keep contact minimal to avoid getting pulled into their emotional weather.

The early quiet hours before 8:00 AM will stay mine: Neutral, peaceful, and a reset point. I’m trusting my internal signals as primary data. My intuition and logic have a strong track record when they line up.

If both point in the same direction, I act. If they don’t, I pause. I’m not overriding my own signals just to accommodate someone else’s chaos.

“Is this mine to manage” is a question I’ll be asking myself a lot more often when interacting with people who constantly have problems. I’m done carrying other people’s emotional turbulence. I can notice it without absorbing it.

When someone’s energy intrudes, I will label it as theirs, put it outside my perimeter, and bring my attention back to my own space. That keeps my system clean. Boundaries with volatile people will stay firm.

Work is work. The chaos of friends/clients isn’t my job. I will make sure Communication stays short and neutral when their trash starts negatively impacting my own space.

I’m not staying at anyone’s house again where it’s likely that I’m going to get drawn into emotional climates that aren’t mine. If someone crosses a line, I will exit cleanly.

Humor stays in the toolkit. It’s not avoidance: It keeps the system from overheating. If I can laugh, I stay grounded. I’m honoring my cognitive rhythms.

Low-bandwidth times like night and early morning are for fragments, bullets, and emotional notes. High-bandwidth hours are for processing, writing, and decisions. Quiet early hours are a reset, not a productivity stunt.

I’m continuing to develop my perceptual intelligence without drifting into anything mystical. It’s wiring, pattern recognition, timing, and survival intelligence. I’m staying grounded in real cues, not overextending into other people’s emotional fields, and using influence ethically and consciously.

Bottom line? Protect my stability, trust my signals, keep my boundaries clean, and move through the world with clarity, humor, and intention.

Tuesday, February 17, 2026: 7:34 AM: I’m still up in the air about when to head to Mike’s office to drop off the tax stuff, but it has to be done today. I need to research the Verizon iPhone reset process to make sure there won’t be any accessibility problems as well. I might need iTunes installed to help me with this process, but I don’t know yet.

I’m listening to Robert Greene’s Mastery again. It seems to make more sense to me this time around. I don’t know why but… “That’s cool.”

I’m thinking about using Copilot to go through books I’ve read and see what realistically applies to my situation in the self help arena. That depends on whether Copilot actually knows the full content of these books, which it might not. It could be a limitation, but it’s worth trying.

I spent yesterday with Ellen and Jen. Ellen turned 65. It was a quiet, relaxing afternoon.

I got all the essential financial stuff done but didn’t clean out the desk in-basket. I’ll handle that on Housekeeping Thursday along with laundry and trash.

I’m wondering if Copilot has a book recommendation for me, or if something in my Audible library is worth rereading. Greene says if there’s no mentor, books are the next best thing. So which book becomes the guide?

Right now, I feel relaxed. My head is quiet. My body feels good. Marilyn called yesterday to tell me about a blind person who got fired after losing their sight, then became a lawyer and sued the employer. It was in The Seeing Eye magazine. We kept the call short since she knew I was out.

I still don’t know why I draw people into my life who can’t get out of their own way. Maybe I’m not giving myself enough credit because I don’t see my own progress reflected in the social environment around me. “Or maybe that’s just how life works?”

Tuesday, February 17, 2026: 10:56 PM: I dropped off the paperwork at Mike Murphy’s office tonight. As I was heading in, Jim (another client of Mike’s) was coming out, a strange coincidence, since I swear I ran into him there last year, too. The whole situation felt oddly familiar. He offered to help me get inside, and I accepted. It was a small gesture, but it felt good.

Inside, Rachel took my documents. She mentioned that Mike was in one of the other offices and would be in Newton tomorrow. I don’t think I’ve met Rachel before; she must be new. She seemed friendly enough, the handoff going easily.

I took a late morning nap after a short meditation, and afterward, I had some visions nudging me to start reading the Mayfair Witches series again. Maybe that’s something to pick up soon. I also sense I might hear from my nephew soon, or at least I’ll be able to reach out easily if I choose to in the next few days.

There’s talk about a possible major weather event looming. I’m also noting a light to moderate chance of an intimate encounter on the horizon—not anything definite, just a possibility. Dad’s pal might make a visit to my sight soon, too. None of this feels strongly likely, but I’m keeping my eyes open for any of them.

I’ve got a massive headache tonight, and Copilot hasn’t been much help. Using the app to take notes may turn out to be a waste of time, but I’m sticking with it for now just to see if it pays off. Copilot suggests I could use Robert Greene’s Mastery as a stand-in for a mentor and says the 5AM Club might also serve as a mentoring model, as long as I strip away the mysticism.

I keep forgetting to pick up a new external battery pack for my phone, and the vacuum beater bar is still on my list. I’ll look into both of those on Screw Off Saturday. For now, I’m just rolling with what’s in front of me.

Thursday, February 19, 2026: 8:50 AM: Yesterday through to this morning has been all about the iPhone and briasphere.net email situation — and it’s honestly been a pain. I tried to remove the Briasphere.net account from the phone, but it was a total dead end.

Even doing a full reset didn’t wipe out the ghost identity; it just keeps coming back. Pretty sure Apple’s servers are hanging onto some phantom configuration file and pushing it right back onto the device as soon as I sign in. The original cPanel auto configuration probably got this started, and now Apple seems to be caching it for whatever reason.

For now, I’ve switched everything back to the original cPanel setup just to keep things stable. Best move is to let Apple’s backend flush out whatever stale data it’s clinging to before I bother escalating through Apple Support. It’s just not worth the irritation today.

Resetting the iPhone using the Windows iTunes app was the smoothest way to go. Accessibility for the blind isn’t perfect. But either it’s gotten better or I’ve just gotten better at navigating around corporate accessibility shortcomings.

Looking ahead, I’ve got a few things lined up. Monday, I need to update all my bank statements, order a new Anker charger (or something similar) for the iPhone, and do a quick sweep around the house for anything else I might need. Tuesday, I really need to stop procrastinating and look into the vacuum beater bar, plus schedule a LabCorp blood test. Wednesday is for programming: I’ll get standard Copilot back on the iPhone and start isolating Brian Schnabel’s Head Space regionally — basically restricting access to Googlebot, Bing Bot, and just local traffic. It should be totally doable with cPanel tools without tanking server performance.

Tomorrow’s Back Posting Friday. The site needs to catch up, since Brian Schnabel’s Head Space is lagging behind both forward and backward. All updates are set to go live on March 4th.

As for today, laundry’s the main focus — bedsheets and towels for sure, though clothes might be deferrable until next week. I’ll need to check on that.

On the reading front, I’ve started rereading the Mayfair Witch series as my nighttime relaxation ritual, a recent vision nudging me to pick it up again. I’m also continuing morning and midday reviews of Mastery by Robert Greene and the 5AM Club, just mining them for anything practical and skipping the mystical stuff. The Mayfair Witch reread is strictly reserved for post 7 PM decompression.

I’m finished with The Celestine Prophecy series by James Redfield. I’m pretty sure after two reads through that I’ve gotten everything useful out of it.

Friday, February 20, 2026: 3:02 PM: I had a short vision this morning suggesting more software updates are pending and hinting at another possible storm on the way. It could be a major weather event. The National Weather Service issued a Winter Storm Watch from Sunday into Monday about a half hour ago. Maybe the storm will be more severe than what they are currently seeing. It’s moderately possible in my book, 13s don’t generally arrive in visions for no good reason.

Regarding software: Aside from updates, it’s possible the bank may decline the first transaction from Microsoft until I confirm it’s legitimate. That makes sense since I’ve never used the card for paying Microsoft before, so I’ll keep an eye out for that.

Based on the dream analysis Copilot and I worked on this morning; Microsoft clearly has a problem with parapsychology to a greater degree than I do. The app is very anti-mysticism and hiding behind its so-called safety boundaries; denying that Microsoft and other companies are using AI to shape the world view. At least Copilot knows when its statements are not backed by science.

I’m glad I look at AI through the lens of a seriously flawed tool for generating ideas only. AI is not something that will ever have the last word in my interpretation of the world, dreams, etc.

I might put Copilot back on the iPhone tomorrow instead of waiting until Tuesday. It may help with searching for vacuum cleaner parts on Amazon based on images of the vacuum, in the event I can’t locate discernible markings that would help me identify the model with other adaptive software for the blind.

My downstairs neighbor’s daughter came to my door last night with Danishes as a thank you for me giving them my extra bag of candy I’d gotten from Ellen and Jen for Valentine’s Day. She also thanked me for talking with her.

We ended up talking for over an hour, me recommending a few books on relationships, DBT, and people management that I thought might help her. She asked me for the information. She seems like a sweet kid, being 26, easy to talk to, friendly.

I’m not getting much done today as my sleep cycle is a mess. My body wouldn’t turn off last night even though all signals were that it wanted to. I’m thinking the deep meditations I’ve been running over the past few days are contributing to my body’s confusion about sleep.

I’m sensing that I need to do lighter meditations for short periods during the day with the technique I’m using. Gunning for full-on visions at 2 in the afternoon is possibly counterproductive. I should limit dreaming to nighttime and use daytime for impression-seeking and daydreaming or positive visualization/imagination type stuff.

I don’t need to be in an altered state of consciousness to work effective affirmations at this point, do I? Anyhow, I woke at 10:00 AM this morning and didn’t fall asleep until around 3:30 AM. How annoying!

I know there are things about the human experience that are part of our capability — just suppressed. Mysticism has its place. Hidden powers of the mind aren’t supernatural because they are natural to us, even if a few have decided everyone should suppress them to fit into society. I know this. The United States government knows this, the parapsychology community knows this, as do major corporations in America; them preferring to keep the masses from ever getting too far aware of the very abilities the ancients experienced with acceptance and confidence.

These abilities work far less powerfully than what jerks in Hollywood would have us believe. It is true that one can become too obsessed with using hidden powers of mind to manage their lives. They exist all the same even though science hasn’t found a way to measure them yet.

Copilot and other apps are designed to keep people from embracing that part of the human experience too heavily. It doesn’t surprise me given the remote-viewing experience I once had involving a Microsoft employee, which cannot be proven on paper. If only there were a way to record this stuff. However, this is the reality; artificial intelligence evidently assuming the role of critic.

Maybe someday in the future Copilot will again prove to be a less judgmental assistant for dream analysis. I’m putting up with it for now when I’m stuck and need an idea in that arena.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 11:42 AM: I need to head out to Hayek’s Market this afternoon. I don’t think the National Weather Service has a solid handle on how severe the upcoming weather will be starting overnight and possibly continuing into Monday morning. I’m grabbing what I need today because traveling on foot around town might be tricky for a few days depending on how much snow actually falls.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 11:53 AM: I need to check Amazon for a new external battery pack for my phone. The vacuum beater bar is still on my list as well. I plan to look into both items today.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 11:59 AM: I’ve decided to keep my Copilot history short and focused. I’ll maintain two main threads: one for notifications and alerts, and another for journaling. This should make things easier to manage across both my iPhone and my Windows laptop. I’ll also create a separate research thread when needed, then consolidate those chats into summaries that I can transfer into my Word journal.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 12:02 PM: I didn’t get much sleep last night. The apartment was too hot, and the air quality was poor. I’m glad I’m not the property manager. When Goldberg sees the heating bill for this place, he’s going to be pissed.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 12:08 PM: I suspect another factor affecting my sleep is listening to audiobooks through headphones at night. I can fall asleep with the audiobook playing, but once I take the headphones off, I just lie there awake, unable to switch off. I’m going to try stopping all reading about an hour before bedtime—around 10 PM—and switch to music instead. I also need to make sure the computer is shut down by 7 PM. Nighttime journaling isn’t working for me, so I’ll use the Evita drive to record audio notes and update things in the morning.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 12:18 PM: I’m about to do a light meditation for twenty minutes before heading out. I’m focusing on setting intentions to cultivate a blend of social confidence, something in the spirit of a Don Juan or Casanova—and the identity of a well-known self publisher. My dreams tend to revolve around social interactions and financial flow, aside from weather events, so I’m choosing to lean into that direction.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 1:41 PM: I’ve noticed that anything more stimulating than simple breathing exercises before bed interferes with my sleep. I just finished a meditation session and felt a strong burst of energy throughout my body. The sensation is great, and it’s the same kind of energy I feel at night, but it doesn’t help me fall asleep. For whatever reason, that energized state works against winding down.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 2:06 PM: I received another weather alert about ten minutes ago. It’s clear the forecasters don’t really know what this storm is going to do. They changed the expected start time from 4 AM to 10 AM tomorrow. Interesting shift.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 2:51 PM: On my way out to Hayek’s Market, it occurred to me that I might stop by Dominic’s for lunch. A pepperoni personal pizza sounded good. Alex was my server today and actually met me outside.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 3:58 PM: I ran into a woman named Megan at the corner of Mill Street and High Street, literally. She handled it well, first joking that it happened because she’s so short, maybe around 4'11", until she realized I’m blind. I damn near took her off her feet. However, she assured me she was ok. After some talking and joking around about being very short verses being very blind thing, she told me I was a highlight in her day.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 5:10 PM: I got home about an hour ago. I fixed the lock on the front door and cleaned up the WD 40 residue so the neighbors wouldn’t get oil on their hands. I picked up oranges and apples from Hayek’s Market and grabbed a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich with pepper and ketchup for myself. Life feels good.

Saturday, February 21, 2026: 7:28 PM: I’m running overtime, but I wanted to note the end of the day. I wasn’t able to find a portable charger for my iPhone or a beater bar for the vacuum. I’ll need to take care of both on Tuesday. I should have been off the laptop about half an hour ago. Lunch at Dominic’s was good, and I did get my apples and oranges from Hayek’s Market. My order of coffee and cereal shipped from Amazon this afternoon and should arrive tomorrow. At this point, the snow can do whatever it wants.

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!”