Saturday, August 29, 2026: 9:05 PM: Mom’s birthday would have been on the 19th. Yesterday would have marked the one-year anniversary of her cremains being committed to the Atlantic Ocean off Delaware’s Rehoboth Beach.
I haven’t seen her in a dream for a while now. Yet, I can’t shake the feeling from time to time that she’s still near.
Maybe it will always be that way? “I don’t know.”
Whatever the deal is, she’s certainly not suffering anymore, which in my mind is a good thing. I can sleep soundly knowing that.
Once I get the manuscript for my book completed, I’ll be putting her name on the dedications page. Looking back on things, I think she’d like that.
Author: Brian Schnabel
A resident of Newtonian Gardens in New Jersey, he is a witch in the nontraditional sense: an explorer of consciousness, meditation, dreams, intuition, manifestation, and the strange territory where inner experience meets everyday reality. Accepting claims solely on the authority of a teacher, book or tradition isn’t in his DNA. His approach is experimental rather than prescriptive: he tries various techniques, observes what happens, journals, questions, and adjusts his practice accordingly. For him, witchcraft is a conscious practice of working with attention, intention, language, and intuition to explore personal transformation. He writes honestly about that ongoing experiment, sharing successes, failures, doubts, surprises, and unanswered questions here. He does not claim absolute answers as to what an experience means.
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