Thursday, September 3, 2026: 11:19 AM: Yesterday afternoon, I had a meditation that actually felt better than sex. Of course, if any of my ex-girlfriends were to read this, they’d probably be a bit pissed to discover that. But it is what it is, right?
During this meditation, the sensations were not only intense but nearly overwhelming at times, in a blissful kind of way. Not only that, but at one point, I felt the inner part of me—the part that guides independently of whatever the rest of me is doing or thinking—wake up. So, I chatted with it.
I told it how I felt about my life right now, which basically sucks. When all was said and done, I was left with the sense that I would be getting a response soon.
I wasn’t expecting to have a vision last night involving the Vernon House. There, I kicked the living crap out of Dad and his CIA pal while Mom watched with a smile on her face as she did dishes in the kitchen.
Hey! What can I say? Both idiots rushed me at the top of the steps, just across from the kitchen doorway, with guns drawn. Mr. CIA clearly underestimated my skills when he jammed his gun into my right ribcage as I sent Dad down to the front-door landing. If the CIA man thought I was going to freeze, he discovered quite the opposite as I took away his ability to do me any harm. When all was said and done, neither man could move, let alone retrieve his weapon.
At the end of the vision, Mom had stopped doing the dishes. When she faced me fully, both geniuses were quite incapacitated, and she was smiling more broadly than ever.