Sunday, September 6, 2026: 12:43 PM: I slept in today and vision-surfed for most of the morning. The interesting thing is that I had a vision that, on its face, didn’t exactly represent what I had spent a lot of time programming for yesterday. What I wanted was a solution to unresolved feelings regarding my old downstairs neighbor’s treachery, along with similar behavior from just about everyone involved in her industry. What I got was more about the dirty dealings of my family.
But maybe there’s too much detail to sort through accurately? I’m not writing this all out. I don’t have all day. But perhaps I can look at it from a distance to get better clarity.
What did my ex-neighbor do? She misrepresented herself to me by saying she was going to help with things and ripped me off in the process. What was my family doing in the vision? Misrepresenting themselves and ripping people off, “just like they’ve been doing in reality.”
Me giving a timetable to these family members as to when I would be moving out of their house in one part of the sequence was telling. It lets me know that I do need to put a timeframe on things I want to happen, even if I don’t personally ever get inspired to lift a finger. The timeframe was three months. That usually equals 90 days in the minds of most normal folks, and 9+0=9, which tells me it’s probably going to rain again soon.
My neighbor getting herself evicted from this complex in February of 2025 isn’t good enough. She’s still a licensed therapist in an industry that clearly doesn’t mind hiring people who are more fucked up than the clients they serve. As far as I’m concerned, she and others like her are a threat to the population at large. And who knows, maybe she and her associates are paid by Li Qiang to do the United States in through mind games. And… for the record… I agree with those who say the mental health profession failed Lindsay Clancy and her children. “The industry needs to be punished.”
However, my next steps are clear. I need to commit to a timetable for healing my emotional scarring from both this woman and her profession. And… perhaps, too, it is also time to dive deeper into how things need to end with certain family members who are still alive.
Is a certain jerkoff still doing business with a company named LEEM, even though his own business was terminated as of November 6, 2024? Who knows, and who cares? “He was doing business with them in this vision sequence.”
It is interesting to note that LEEM equals 8 in numerology. The number eight is a travel advisory in my book. Also, after someone nearly ran me down last Sunday when an eight popped up earlier that day in a vision, I’m staying the hell home today and possibly even tomorrow. Obviously, the timing on some precognitive symbols has changed.
The rest of the vision sequence’s information? Well, I don’t know where a family member traveling to Europe to pick up a boat load of cash from LEEM fits in. But that’s okay. I’ll eventually figure out what Europe symbolizes, as it has turned up a lot over the past thirty-one years in dreams. As far as my statement in one part of the vision sequence that “I’m sick and tired of family secrets and lies” goes, it is quite true. In fact, I suspect that some so-called family secrets people have to tell me are lies. So, no worries there.
Right now, though, I need to get super clear on what I want in order to put certain feelings to bed forever, especially now that I see my ex-neighbor has been visiting my website again of late. I can’t prove that on paper, of course, but my gut says she’s been skulking around. Why? I have a suspicion, but no more. “Ritual Magick.”