Wednesday, July 15, 2026: 3:43 PM: According to my watch, I actually slept for an hour and twenty-six minutes during this afternoon’s Vision Surf session, which I ran for ninety minutes. It’s possible, but I may have simply relaxed deeply enough to make the watch think I was asleep.
I felt totally at peace when I was through with the session. No, I didn’t get many useful fragments of visions, or even a complete vision. But I exited the session knowing that if I’m excluded from any upcoming event, including a possible meetup this month, an appropriate response will be delivered on my behalf.
It was a strange impression to receive, especially since my intention in running the session was to get more ideas for writing my book. As far as who wants me around and who doesn’t goes, “That’s their problem, not mine.”
I have things to contribute to this world. Anyone who’s not interested in what I have to offer based on my disability, associations, income, or other bigoted ideologies? They have to live with those choices, not me.
Where the meetups are concerned, I’m not really sure that there’s anyone in the room who can offer me much insight beyond what I’ve gotten thus far. So, even if I am informed when the next one is going to be, I’m not sure I’ll attend.
I have a book to write. I have a functional guitar to play again. In short, “I have a life to live.”
Pleasing standoffish strangers and sharing what I know with them for little in return? “That just ain’t on my list.”