I woke from a vision this morning in which I was talking about “The 4-Hour Workweek: Escape 9-5, Live Anywhere, and Join the New Rich (Expanded and Updated) Audiobook by Timothy Ferris” with none other than Timothy Ferris. We were both crashed out on a bed in a hotel room, Tim wearing a blue uniform that looked military. I was next to him, head propped up on my hand, resting on my elbow so I was looking down at the man as he lay on his back. We were a respectful distance apart, just two friends lounging on a bed, talking about his book.
He asked me what I thought of the book. So, I gave him my honest answer. “It’s a good read but a bit outdated. Not to the point where it’s useless in principle. But some of the information given no longer applies.”
I then said, “It could stand to be updated again to make it better.” He agreed and then we talked about how he could get it done.
I suggested that he use his overseas virtual assistant, Helga, to do it. He laughed and said, “I am glad to see you’ve been reading, but I don’t have her anymore.” He then fell silent and I said, “Or I could do it.”
The vision ended there. It was nighttime in the vision, me able to see that through the partially open vertical blind in the sitting area of our hotel room. It was cool out, me feeling like the vision was reflecting the current time here in the Northeastern United States. The place reminded me of the room I had at The Cambria back in August.
Interpretation: I knew upon waking that I wasn’t going to be updating any best-selling author’s book. I gave about two seconds of thought to the idea that it had something to do with me starting to post all that I had from my journal online. But that didn’t seem to be right, either.
However, I’ve been thinking that the pregnant pause with routine software updates to the server Brian Schnabel’s Head Space is hosted on was a bit strange. I was looking things over yesterday thinking, “What. The hackers have taken a vacation and there are no new bugs or vulnerabilities to fix?”
So, I decided to log into the server when I got out of bed and found what I half expected to see. A new WHM and cPanel update waiting to be installed.
I haven’t had a vision foretelling of software upgrades for a while. I haven’t had any visions about getting index by Google in a while, either. But maybe because I’ve begun writing and posting my true thoughts online again, “that connection is reopening”?
As far as the uniform Tim was wearing goes, I’ve seen a few figures in uniform in dreams over the past several weeks. Not so much that I would call it a red flag pointing to something I need to address, but enough to get my attention.
This vision also had some cues that lightly hinted at a strong possibility that I was being Remote Viewed. The uniform was one tipoff, since I associate Remote Viewing with the United States government. But the fact that I was conversationally looking downward at Tim, while he was looking up at me, didn’t escape my notice.
I already suspected that my shadow here in Newton has been tailing me again. Not because I noticed cars driving by me more than once or moving in a manner that they shouldn’t. I say this based on the sensations I felt when out earlier this week.
Beyond that, hotel rooms are analogous to temporary situations or states of mind. Given the government shutdown and everything, I’d say we’re going through a temporary phase right now.