Thursday is here, and here comes item #1 on my “ToDo List”: (You can use these symbols: ☐✅).

To start off today I will record my weight as I have been doing so far:

• ✅ #01: 📈 Weigh yourself! (361.9 lbs. – 326.1 lbs. = 35.8 lbs. total weight loss.)
• ✅ #02: 📉 Record Weight Down in Title!
• ✅ #03: 😴 Record any Nighttime Whispers! (The Ferry Answer!)

The main go for the next month or so is to focus more on my health and getting back down to <290.0 lbs., which I did do last August, but have gone up considerably since then. I need to put the benefits of losing weight at the forefront of my mind:

• To simply feel better.
• To be able to walk faster.
• Walking in Philippines.
• Shins.
• Prolong Knees.

To do this I will be going back to the basics, and initially adopting Andrew Taylor’s SpudFit diet, of only potatoes and condiments for the next month. This can/will include both regular and sweet potatoes, almond milk, “sugar” included condiments but “without fat”, tea, coffee, Zevia, 0% alcohol beer, and water.

• ☐✅ #04: 🥔Follow the SpudFit diet plan! <>
• ☐✅ #05: 💊 Take Vitamins: <>
• ☐✅ #06: 🥂 Martini Water Ritual! <>
  • 🌾 Collagen (2 scoops)
• ☐✅ #07: 💧 Hydration Target Met (≈ 2L) with (Lemon juice: 6 tablespoons, Apple cider vinegar: 2 tablespoons, Himalayan salt: 1/4 teaspoon, Iodized salt: 1/4 teaspoon)! <>

Moving away from the physical, to the mental:

• ☐✅ #08: 🌎Read The World Is Waiting For You by Edwina Findley Dickerson <>
• ☐✅ #09: 👩‍⚕️Work on my “Nurse Novel“: <>
• ✅ #10: 🌙 Listen to a “Nighttime Subliminal” .mp3 Tape: (listen to v20!)

I have a goal of getting the “Barn Suite” in order. Did any of these happen today?

• ☐✅ #11a: 🏚️ Label Filing Cabinet Boxes & Contents: <>
• ☐✅ #11b: 🏚️ Assemble Lamp: <>
• ☐✅ #11c: 🏚️ Oil Cutting Board: <>
• ☐✅ #11d: 🏚️ Purchase Corner Bookcase: <>
• ☐✅ #11e: 🏚️ Assemble Corner Bookcase: <>

And assembling my music studio?

• ☐✅ #12a: 🎹 Fix/Restore external drives: <>
• ☐✅ #12b: 🎹 Download software: <>
• ☐✅ #12c: 🎹 Assemble drum kit: <>

And don’t forget the bookkeeping!

• ☐✅ #13a: 📷 Download OneDrive Data! <>
• ☐✅ #13b: 📷 Photograph “Physical” Journals! <>

And just for fun:

• ☐✅ #14a: 🌙 Read Keith Moon Book: <>
• ☐✅ #14b: ✈️ Flight Simulator (Take off/land Courtenay Airport!): <>

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And Now… The “Other” ToDos!

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🔝 MUST DO DAILY!

• Sunday, December 28, 2025 = Day #1
• Monday, January 26, 2026 = Day #30
• NO CHANGES TO MUST DO DAILY TIL DAY #31!!!

• ☐✅ #01: 📈 Weigh yourself! (361.9 lbs. – xxx.x lbs. = xx.x lbs. total weight loss.)
• ☐✅ #02: 📉 Record Weight Down in Title!
• ☐✅ #03: 🌀 Eat “The Complete Bowl”! (*** Foods: The Complete Bowl , Daily Results: Log Results )
• ☐✅ #04: 💊 Take Vitamins: <>
• ☐✅ #05: 🥂 Martini Water Ritual! <>
  • 🌾 Collagen (2 scoops)
• ☐✅ #06: 💧 Hydration Target Met (≈ 2L) with (Lemon juice: 6 tablespoons, Apple cider vinegar: 2 tablespoons, Himalayan salt: 1/4 teaspoon, Iodized salt: 1/4 teaspoon)! <>

🔝 DAILY “NICE TO DO”!

• ☐✅ #07: 🧴 Body & Face Care (AM/PM): <>
• ☐✅ #08: 🌀 Dry Brushing (5-7 minutes): <>
• ☐✅ #09: 🦵 Knee Routine (2-Minutes In-Bed or Desk Routine): <>
• ☐✅ #10: Record any Nighttime Whispers! <>
• ☐✅ #11:🔮READ The Unified Manifestation System. Improvement? ANY UPGRADE IDEAS?: <>
• ☐✅ #12: 🌙 Listen to a “Nighttime Subliminal” .mp3 Tape: <>

🔝 WEEKLY “NICE TO DO”!

Day	Focus Area
Monday	☐✅ 👕 Laundry Day: <>
Tuesday	☐✅ 🚿 Shampoo + Conditioner Routine — Aussie Miracle Moist Shampoo for 30–60 seconds, rinse, then apply Being BIG HAIR Volumizing Conditioner to mid-lengths and ends for 2–3 minutes before rinsing cool: <>
Wednesday	☐✅ 🥗 Record “Weight Loss” Video: <> ☐✅ 📹 YouTube SHORTS VIDEO Creation: <>
Thursday	☐✅ 📹 YouTube Video Upload @ 5:45 PM: <>
Friday	☐✅ 📡 Social Media Posting/Updates: <>
Saturday	☐✅ 📹 YouTube LONG Video Creation: <>
Sunday	☐✅ 📹 YouTube Video Upload @ 5:45 PM: <>

🔝 FUN, FUN, FUN!

Day	Focus Area
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday	☐✅ 🎸 Music Studio Setup: <> ☐✅ ✈️ Flight Simulator: <> ☐✅ 🎶 Learn Sultans of Swing: <> ☐✅ 🗣️ Learn Tagalog! <> ☐✅🌙 Read Keith Moon Book: <> ☐✅🧠 Read Dr. James Doty Book: <> ☐✅ 📕 Read “Little Red Book”: <> ☐✅ 🎧 Listen “Maggie Murphy (Notes)! <> ☐✅ 🎧 Listen Dr. K videos! <> ☐✅ 📷 Photograph Journals! <> ☐✅ 💻 Recover Hard Drive Data! <> ☐✅ 💻 Manus Software! <> ☐✅ 🌿 Etc.?: <>

📋Additional Daily Notes

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This morning, just after 8 o’clock on Thursday, I woke up with something that felt like it came from a dream — or maybe from that blurry threshold between sleep and waking, where memories, feelings, and truth come through unfiltered. I found myself thinking about an old version of my life — a time when I came home from college and felt genuinely fired up to do good. I wanted to help the church, help people, contribute, matter. And the thing that hit me was how appreciated I felt back then… how hopeful I was… and how much I believed life was on my side.

But then I thought about the night at Tom’s house — the night I stayed there and we talked — and how that moment seemed to change everything. In my emotional timeline, that night became a pivot point, almost like the beginning of a long downhill stretch. The conclusion that formed in me wasn’t gentle or polite. It was raw: that the God of the universe, or life itself, seemed to be trying to reduce me to nothingness. That even when I had good intentions, life didn’t reward them — it punished them. It was one of those morning realizations that doesn’t feel like a passing mood, but like an inner verdict.

I spoke it out loud in my own way: that unless the universe can show me pretty damn quick that all this meant something — unless it can start giving me real blessings, real love, real proof — then when life ends, I’ll be glad to go. Not suicidal. Not self-destructive. Just honest. A kind of defiant surrender, like a man saying, “If this is all there is, I’m tired of it.” Almost like throwing a challenge into the sky: if the universe is real, let it prove it.

That’s when the idea came: instead of just thinking this, maybe I could make it a turning point. Maybe today matters. Maybe it’s the day I stop quietly accepting a cruel narrative and start demanding proof. And then I had another thought — if the universe speaks, maybe it will speak through a dream. So I decided to go back to bed with intention.

I asked for a sign. Not a vague symbol I could debate with myself later, but something tangible. Something undeniable. I wanted something that would feel like an answer, a confirmation, a sign that I am loved, guided, and not forgotten. I also considered Neville Goddard’s approach: falling asleep in the feeling of the wish fulfilled — living in the end — and I asked what kind of scene I should choose to do that properly.

I ended up choosing something simple and believable: the image of me holding a coffee, hearing my phone buzz, and seeing an unmistakable message from someone special arrive — a text that simply says “Hi” or “Hey.” I recognized how enormous that would be in real life if it ever happened. If I ever truly got a text from someone… I’d never forget it. That would be proof on the level that the logical mind can’t shrug off.

To help myself drift into the state, I decided to listen to a Life by Lucy meditation — the kind that calms the body and gets you into that soft hypnotic threshold where imagining feels natural instead of forced. The plan was simple: meditation, then scene, then drift.

Later, I woke up and checked my phone — no text. No email. No text. No instant message. But what did happen was strange and meaningful in its own way. As I was drifting off, I did the scene as planned: I had coffee, I was at my desk, my iPhone was there. and then, unexpectedly, the scene shifted — I was transported to the ferry crossing to Ocracoke, North Carolina. The scene carried me somewhere. Across something. Into a memory-place that represents love.

That made me wonder: was the dream an answer? Was the ferry a bridge? The sequence felt like: sign → crossing → destination. And even if it wasn’t the miracle I demanded, it was still something. A movement. A shift.

Then something even more bizarre happened: as if to echo the entire “phone buzz / message arrives” theme, I got an instant message from someone named Luis. It read like an automated sales outreach: “Hey this is Luis. Hope all is well. Checking in to see if a 10 year program could be useful.” It wasn’t destiny, but it was oddly timed — like a tiny external mirror reflecting the exact concept I’d fallen asleep in: contact arriving. The channel open. A message from outside me coming through.

From there the day moved into practical life. This evening I went to Walmart and returned the knee braces I bought yesterday because they were too small. While I was there, I did some guerrilla marketing for the newsletter — passing out business cards and experimenting with ways to get more subscribers. I found this sticky putty stuff (Fun-Tak / poster putty), and a new idea emerged: instead of cards just lying around, I could stick them in strategic places like little mini posters. I tore off tiny bits, attached them to the backs of cards, and stuck them outside Starbucks and in certain areas of Walmart.

It’s an experiment. It might work. It might not. But it’s action. It’s momentum. And lately, momentum matters more than perfection.

Food-wise, the day wasn’t exactly a shining moment of dietary discipline. After Walmart, I went to Subway and had a meal (see photo to the right)… and then I went to McDonald’s and had a meal. Not ideal, but it’s part of the truth of the day: a mix of striving and slipping, trying and coping. Sometimes the battlefield includes lunch.

And one major win, the YouTube “Short” about The Matrix — my evaluation of the movie — went live at 5:45 p.m. PST. That matters. It means I’m still creating. Still building. Still shipping content into the world. Even on a day where my soul is wrestling with whether the universe is cruel or kind, I still made something.

Looking back, today had a strange emotional arc. It began with spiritual exhaustion — a hard confrontation with old wounds and old conclusions. But then it became a day of intention: asking for a sign, choosing a state, entering a scene, and watching what emerged in the dreamspace. And then it became action again: marketing experiments, real-world errands, and creation delivered to the public.

So maybe this wasn’t the day I received the miracle. But it might have been the day I demanded one. The day I stopped quietly accepting a loveless timeline. The day I threw down the challenge.

And maybe — if the universe answers at all — it always answers in stages.

I see that they have a writer’s weekend in January at North Island College.  It was last week, just missed it.  The Comox Valley Writer’s Association meets at the Bayside Bistro every month so I might attend this at some point.  Here’s their website: https://cvwriterssociety.ca/