Q4 2025 Week 43 Plan

1 Cheshvan 5786 Anno Mundi. 

1 Jumada I 1447 Anno Hegirae.

0 Scorpio 40 Tropical Sun in Albany, New York. 

4:15 PM Thursday. Day 296. 

"Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12 (NIV)

It has been eleven days since my last post and twelve days since my last weekly plan. 

Monday, 13 October 2025 (the release of the remaining living hostages from Gaza; Columbus Day; Indigenous Peoples' Day; and my mom's 82nd birthday) ended up being such a watershed moment in my spiritual development that I couldn't bring myself to write from 5-7 PM as intended and haven't been able to write until now. 

Taking into account all that has happened during this period, on top of all that has come before, I am revising my life mission (the title of my blog) from "Discerning a Christian Vegan Eremitic Vocation with a Psychiatric Disability" to "Discerning an Abrahamic Eremitic Blogging Vocation with a Psychiatric Disability."

I am also changing my life vision (blog description). Before: "A Detailed Journal. Published 1-3x Daily at Peak Flow. Thanks for Your Visit. God Bless." After: "Published 1-3x Daily at Optimum Flow, Weekly at Low Flow, and Less Than Weekly When I am Troubleshooting or on Retreat. Thanks for Your Visit. God Bless."

End 2025-10-24 (Friday) at 2:20 AM.

Addendum 2025-10-26 (Sunday) at 6:46 AM.

Shortly after I published the above entry, I was inspired to modify my blog title yet again, this time to "The Book of Jonathan: Progress Notes in a Holistic Getting Things Done Journal." This lasted for about a day and a half. Too much religious grandiosity. Here is what I was thinking at the time:

This weblog is now nearly seven months old. It's a transformational end-of-Pisces Abrahamic newborn with a mind of its own, but I have plans for it, too. My name is Jonathan Wade Maxson, and I am the humbled, awe-struck father of this emergent literary miracle. Allah may in turn be the father of us both. I am not yet sure, because I am not yet sure if I believe in the oneness of Allah or the prophethood of Mohammad. I also have some questions about the absolute divinity of Jesus and the interpretation of Torah by God-fearing gentiles. All of this said, it's a good time for me to name my literary offspring. I will call it...drumroll please...the Book of Jonathan.

(Tropical western astrologers may be interested to note that Mercury is in Scorpio forming a grand water trine with Jupiter in Cancer and Saturn in Pisces as I make this decision. It's 4:07 AM EDT on 24 October 2025 CE in Albany, New York). 

The Book of Jonathan is surely not inspired in the same way or to the same degree that the Quran, New Testament, and Tanakh are inspired, but I am not yet ready to say that my magnum opus will prove entirely uninspired by the God of Abraham in the last analysis. So much depends on our understanding of prophethood, the minor prophets, the ultra-minor prophets, the living canon, and the intersection between a psychiatric disorder and veridical Abrahamic revelation. Much also depends on the future of my psychotropic-assisted cognitive performance. With enough of God's grace, the Book of Jonathan could eventually land somewhere in the ultra-minor "vegan climate alarmist" school of Gen-X Abrahamic American prophecy. But perhaps I am significantly misreading my potential.

Definitely too grandiose.