So, apparently "My Inner Spoiled Child" missed my old Web site so much, he took a copy of it and put it up here: highweirdnessproject.com/doku.php He also decided to mention the original site this way:
The First Online Church of “Bob” Ministry (deceased)
I've sent a message to the administrator of Scrubgenius, asking him to post a message regarding this. I've also asked "My Inner Spoiled Child" to kindly remove his copy of my old Web site. After they're done making snide remarks about me, I hope they respect my wishes.
I called the city offices yesterday, and finally I was directed to call the Mayor's office. Here were the two people managing the town's Halloween trick-or-treat for the kids. It amounts to almost nothing: all they'll be doing is encouraging local businesses to give out candy to the kids as they come by, and one or two people will be standing on the grounds of the City Hall handing out candy as well. It wasn't a surprise when I mentioned my willingness to cook, and they discouraged it.
I finally had the chance to do a formal exercise in meditation last night, sitting in a dark room with ear buds blocking out most of the outside sounds, listening to a beginner's guide to meditation. It lasted about half an hour. During that time there were moments when I definitely began to fall asleep (heh), but fortunately the instructor's voice woke me up. However, there were also moments when I felt sensations and saw brief flashes of images with my mind's eye. At least once, it seemed as if someone whispered my name. All I can do is keep on practicing. The meditation really helped me get over the bad mood I had from the incident I just mentioned with my old Web site. It's not important, and the guy probably thought he was being respectful when he put up that copy of my site. I'm not concerned about it – it will fade away, like my tension did during the meditation. I like this.
I designed a new sigil for the page of Recipes in Chaos Magic, though when I posted it to the Facebook group for Chaos magic, it was suggested that I don't publicize sigils; they're meant to be discarded after use. Rather, I should look into the makings of an "alphabet of desire," so I'll take a look in that direction and see what it reveals.