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Sunday, September 14, 2025

Skipping This Week...

I'll be skipping publishing anything new this week, as I ended up harassed and attacked pretty significantly this weekend. I'd rather just hold off of releasing anything new for a bit. Its not like I'm a member of any blood centric cult or anything like that, or even on the blue or brown team at all.


Nor am I a guitar player, or transgender though I do support LGBTQ2 rights, but apparently nobody supports mine. As I stated before, I am not Irish with all due respect, nor am I a Gnostic (especially one  with greasy hair that lived around here who allegedly had hepatitis and a fetish for Jamaican women). 


Though I'd never harass someone over their health issues, I believe that the local predatorial cult tried to switch my identity with such a person and I'm guessing that I caught it and exposed it just in time.


I'm not a roofer and have never worked as a roofer, but I seem to recall a short Irish fellow who used to play darts in an Ontario Legion dart league, who was on probation for assault, and who at one such legion referred to my girlfriend (Jennifer, a Scottish girl and a Police officer's daughter) with a few expletives, after which I asked him to apologize to her, to which he responded by knocking my glasses off and then dancing around like a (drunken) boxer. I was studying Goju-Jujitsu Ryu at the time and blocked everything he threw at me, and let him tire himself out rather than attack him.


He did eventually fall to the floor after trying to hit me several times (and having them blocked or missing entirely), after which he began to cry, seeing as he'd just broken the terms of his probation as he was already on the line for an assault charge. Seeing as he didn't hurt me, and he did apologize to my girlfriend, I didn't have him charged, which probably saved him nine months in jail.


What he didn't know was that at that same legion, I had a friend (a retired RCMP officer) who'd been watching my back in that situation, and that several times beyond that situation, that several people involved tried to rememeber it the opposite of how it actually occurred (with me being the assailant who was on probation for assault and the other fellow being the defender of Jennifer). Of course, my RCMP friend rectified the clarity of those situations, as apparently there are groups that create setups of that nature, where a situation might be remembered one way or the other, depending upon who they're attempting to favour out of a daily social competition, which would result in my ending up with weight or association that isn't part of my life, not to mention dishonouring the fact that I gave that person a chance for reprieve by not charging him. Insofar as the Japanese would be concerned, that would be considered very dishonourable on the part of these people conducting themselves in this manner of remembering things the opposite of the way they truly occurred. Twice my retired friend corrected the situation from being remembered falsely from how it had actually occurred, but unfortunately some things just don't go away that easily, and I even until this day get regularly tweaked about it. That fellow's name by the way was Chuck.


Several years later, outside of a building on Cowan Avenue in Toronto (note the street name), I was speaking with a friend of mine (a friend and not a romantic partner by the way), a Romanian woman who lived in the building who was in the middle of settling a divorce case, where she was seeking custody of her daughter and attempting to rebuild her life. Abuse (allegedly) was also involved in the case as well, and the woman had been for a year, forced to live in a homeless shelter before being fortunate enough to receive housing at this apartment on Cowan Avenue.


Apparently, a Jamaican fellow named Chuck, had been stalking her in the building, and from her description, had been treating her as if she were a prostitute, in order to make it appear to other residents in the same building, that she had fallen low since her divorce, and had been selling herself to make ends meet. Of course, such a rumour would have severely harmed her court case, if not her reputation, and from my experience and observations, I've noticed that many people who fall into similar situations are often confronted by predatory groups in shelters that attempt to traffick them into the arms of one of their group members, playing these new arrivals on their naivety, stripping their camouflage away, and essentially using them as a means of amusement and reward for loyalty to these predatory groups. Yes, sometimes they offer themselves out as thugs for hire in similar court cases, where they damage the plaintiff or defendent's reputation in order to benefit one of the other. The rewards for doing so are usually paid in a barter system which is difficult to track and audit. Her case might have been the target of just such an attempt by this fellow stalking her. She had another friend (a large rotund fellow who was allegedly an ex-MMA fighter named Donald), though any time there was trouble, he never seemed to be around and often showed up shortly thereafter, as if opportune.


On that particular night, she was explaining about this situation to me, when the stalker fellow in question came out of the building and confronted her right in front of me. Much like the previous Chuck (the Irish fellow), he'd used similar expletives directed at my Romanian friend, to which I responded by telling him to apologize to her and that she was an abuse victim involved in a court case. He immediately assaulted me, rather than knocking my glasses off, he went right for a punch in the forehead. He then backed off, danced around like a boxer and then ran for the door of the building, running into his apartment and locking the door. Five seconds later (no kidding), the ex-MMA fighter fellow (Donald) came running out of the building, once again, all protectively and as if well timed. To me, it seemed that the who situation was being used to discredit her, make her seem to other residents as if she were trouble, or flighty amongst men, or even a prostitute working for this other Chuck fellow, but it also seemed that they might have been attempting to traffick her manipulatively into this Donald fellow's arms, while trying to derail her court case. It seemed very circumspect in that way, not to mention given the coincidence of names and situation involving a fellow named Chuck, who then proceeded to mouth off to a woman, after which assaulting me for standing up for her.


The situation in the years that followed, became intertwined and confused with the first situation, so that it became unclear to others who was who. Even with the backing of the retired RCMP officer, the situation seemed to be purposefully obfuscated and confused, likely the predatory group involved just trying to hide their tracks. I told some people at that time my theory about the group possibly trying to traffick her. Also, I'd found out that these same predatory groups are like barnacles on a boat. When someone like myself sticks up for the woman, they switch the situation and the people involved, because they people are basically wearing it to improve their reputation, using someone else's effort and repute to do so. So the person who did the right thing, is remembered as having done the wrong thing, and vice versa, while also swapping the criminal history and reputation of the two. The second situation was likely created to assist in breaking down the woman's court case, and to traffick her into the arms of the (alleged) ex-MMA fighter, with the other Chuck helping this process while being remembered as me, and me being remembered as him. This would also confused the previous situation so that even with the assistance of the retired RCMP officer, it would never be clear who was who.


Believe it or not, a third situation occurred, involving similar circumstances, this time however, not even involving me. The situation was virtually identical however, but this time it involved an interaction between a man who owed an (alleged) sex trafficker (a pimp) money for previous services he'd been rendered. This same situation also involved an assault by the pimp against the other man, when he'd spoken out against owing such money. The pimp's name was also Chuck.


Ironically, this third situation occurred right around the time that I myself was experiencing a lot of harassment and stalking in the community, and given the nature of some of it, was seeking a quick means to relocate myself to another residence and had actually sought assistance in filing for such relocation. On the same day that I'd attempted to file the paperwork (which was rejected when security claimed that I needed a second witness for these situations in order for my request to be considered valid). So in other words, my request was immediately rejected, while the implication was clear that they were treating me as if I was a Jehovah's Witness, and then forcing me to live according to their second witness rule in order to be considered valid for relocation. I'm not a Jehovah's Witness by the way and never have been. Labeling a person as a JW is a common tactic in communities run by predatory groups who are seeking to take away the power of a victim's testimony, as most such persons labeled that way are then avoided by Police and security, and even labeled as being liars or mentally ill when illiciting that such requests are being ignored. A means by which corruption hides criminal negligence on the part of those entrusted to protect a community.


This other person who ended up assaulted by the alleged pimp, was immediately relocated the same night as the assault against him occurred, and without a second witness, while my request was immediately swept under the proverbial carpet. I have no involvement with traffickers  or the community in general other than promoting some of the local restaurants and businesses in the community on my Shhhh! Digital Media website.


These three situations, were then used to further confuse and confound any attempts to recollect them and their accompanying circumstances, rather methodically I might add.


They were later used, as if somehow connected to the remake of the movie Roadhouse, to portray me as an outlaw motorcycle gang member by those who once again used those three situations to jumble the truth, as if that movie was a metaphor or secret retelling of those situations, which I've never seen it, but it does seem to be an obsession by others in that regard. I'm not really a violent person at all, and I don't seek out situations of that nature, but as I stated, there are predatory groups who do target certain people and attempt to take the best parts of them, and leave their worst parts in place of what they take. Similarly, these predatory groups are often identity thieves and identity swappers, who play musical chairs with people's identity regularly as a means to mix up and confound the truth.


Even my account here of these three situations might be taken by similar groups and attributed to other people, when my motive for revealing and even talking about this is all about exposing it and the methods used by such groups to hide information and to discredit people who oppose such groups.


The weekend began with me minding my own business, and my neighbours instigating conflict and harassing me quite often, to me speaking out against this activity and making me seem as if I'm intolerant which I'm not. I just don't accept being abused or harassed or played by a cult that is often attempting to harvest from people their best, while dumping the worst back onto them. Revealing some aspects of these methods, and not to mention, the truth of these situations is one way to help, especially considering that in two of the three situations, that women could have potentially been harmed. 


But remember, predatory groups are groups of people who attempt to build a person's sparkling reputation by taking the bricks from one person's life, and affixing them to another person's life, in the process making it appear that the first person contradicts the nature of those bricks when compared to the life and conduct of the second person. In most cases I've found, the second person is usually, but not always, bullcaca. The predatory group sees an opportunity that exploits something about the first person that seemingly contradicts the nature of the brick, but in fact doesn't, the predatory group just using mud flinging to dirty the first person so that they can make the second person seem sparkling and then use bits and pieces of the first person's life to augment the reputation of the second. Kind of like cannabilizing one house to build another. This seems to be the method of conduct of such predatory groups now adays, and I never keep secrets for such people no matter who they are.


So, today, they attempt to provoke a reaction from me in order to take a brick or two from my life, to prop up someone else's. A common tactic by these modern predatory groups, and the reaction is almost always used in some way to reinforce the impression of a narcissistic attitude, when in fact the predatory groups that provoke such reactions are almost a group behaving with the psychosis of a narcissist, attempting to provoke similar behaviour from their targets. This seems to be the new blue on the four corner theme of southeast yellow, northeast green, north west red and southwest blue.


Its often used by groups who want to polarity reverse truth, and expression to mean its polar opposite. If I express the fact that my love interest is Southeast Asian, then such predatory groups (most of whom are blood centric racists) will most certainly attempt to redefine the colour blue to mean exactly what I just described. A person's expression meaning the polar opposite of what they express. Then such groups attempt to provoke a hateful reaction from their target, which of course would be interpreted as love for the person or people that its directed towards. Baiting. 


The idea being that if you hate someone more than you love someone else you profess to love, that your bias is in their favour of the one for whom your feelings are more extreme, meaning that one is the one who will be the subject of your emotions and desires, good and bad, and there are predatory groups who ensure that this is the case by purposefully making that weight heavy for the person in question when it is the person that you love, while giving the best of you to that person towards which you expressed hate in reaction to their abuse and harassment of you.


So, apparently by revealing this fact, you can break it, which I just did, and therefore its broken. I have no respect for any group who would attempt such things as I've explained above, no matter who they are or their position in society. Big or small. Short or tall. Rich or poor. I'm Canadian after all and live in Canada as I have for my entire life.


Lastly, my own love interest is Southeast Asian, and much of this harassment is extended to me likely over this fact, as predatory groups oppose such an idea for certain European Canadians like myself, or possibly they oppose it simply because its me, and for me alone. I don't live by their rules or their rule, so no matter to me. I'm single, and thats definitely not an application or advertising at all by the way, and I pursue that aspect of my life discretely and respectively of members of the opposite sex. I've never slept around or cheated in a relationship and when in a relationship, I've rarely had eyes for other women. When you're single, you can admire a garden's worth of flowers without ever picking one from the ground. In this way, there is no single flower that will be crushed by the predatory groups that believe that to be the one of my solitary admiration, and yes, that is a threat because these predatory groups will make the life of any woman towards whom I seemingly pay loving attention a living hell. 


They're abusive stalkers, and they've caused grief to a few women I've known, simply for being caught holding hands for instance, let alone that some predatory groups practice using their victim's eyeballs as windows. A form of shoulder surfing one's life. How could a person fallen victim to such abusive cults be certain that when they're with a woman intimately, that they aren't in fact a window for an army of abusive stalkers who are hidden and slobering over that same women, looking to her through their victim's eyes as if they were in the same room with her, and privy to her secrets as much so as the one she chose to share her intimacy with?


Such stalkers then would reveal those secrets, and she'd immediately believe that I uttered them to someone else, as a form of kissing and telling, when in fact I'd never do such a thing. I think we live in the day and age when many people have learned how to make themselves the passengers of another person's body, with access to their senses. 


That makes discretionary intimacy one of the most valuable commodities of expression. However, if you show any one bias, you stand the risk of causing them a mountain's worth of harm. This is what such cults and predatory groups have yielded of society, and yet it is completely natural that when you feel attracted to a woman, that your first feelings are that you want to announce it to the world. We're not living in that society any more. We're living in the society where droves of social parasites occupy our senses, and upon the detection of bias, can then swarm the poor soul who receives our admiration.


Anyway, I've got to go. Perhaps I'll publish something by the end of the week. Perhaps not.


Thank you for reading my content regardless. I'm certain that something will be up soon.

I'm not Eugene Andre Francois. by the way. I don't play guitar.

I'm Brian Joseph Johns. I'm not a Jehovah's Witness or a member of Prince Hall.



Personally, I stick with East Asia myself. Far more honourable and far less abusive, not to mention, far less narcotics and sex trafficking involved. They're not simply looking for suckers to carry the weight of their less flattering activities or people to use as garbage bags.

I'm not a member of Christianity either. I'm an Atheist who leans toward Buddhism and Taoism and have no fear of such groups in public or online.

Nobody is remotely controlling me either. If you want to claim to be Shhhh! Digital Media, then be prepared to carry what I just said.

Hate isn't love and love isn't hate and nobody is taking Helen Chen from me. She's her own woman and makes her own decisions in life. I'm not trying to control her and never have. Predatory groups though certainly attempt that with many people, myself included. They're the real cuprits who are and have been tormenting Helen Chen, but making it appear that I am the person attempting to control her which is not the case at all and never has been. The predatory groups are connected to criminal gangs and are addicted to controlling people. They hide behind people for whom control is a fetish, but would never attempt any such thing with other people. They're a religious cult that does attempt to control people using a variety of means as a collective. 

A single person cannot control another. 

A collective though, attempts to do so using their own body energy to alter hormone production and the mood of their victims, towards behaviour that seems to contradict their own nature. These predatory groups are connected to others that attempt to take ownership of people and their burdens as a means of attempting to earn their favour, as most of the people that these cults attempt such things with are wealthy or have some form of influence. For example, Helen Chen (my ex-girlfriend) is a big fan of puzzles. The recent attack on my person by predatory groups is part of a bigger effort to remove her from my life, while making it appear that these groups are trying to help her, because of her influence with the Chinese people. This is a political move on the part of these cults, in their attempt to earn the trust, and trade of Chinese people, while dumping the responsibility for their actual crimes of radicalizing and attempting to control people onto substitutes like me, who as I stated is her ex-boyfriend.

Such groups would typically spy on my internet and discover that I enjoy erotic content related to control, but not in an abusive manner. These groups then would assume that because Helen was my previous girlfriend, that I was trying to control her, when in fact that was never the case at all. She knew every aspect about my person, including that aspect of my attaction to control fantasies, many of which are a theme in Japanese eroticism. Predatory religious groups who spy these aspects of a person's private life then go on to imply to the public that the person they spied enjoying such content is trying to control people, when in fact, they aren't. The predatory groups themselves, who are collectivists that work in large groups practicing connecting their nevous systems to the bodies of the people that they target, are the real culprits. They simply pass the blame onto people they spy illegally. Many of these groups are connected to gangs and sex traffickers in all truth.


These same groups also attempt to swap the histories and identities of the people they target. For instance, the predatory groups targeting me attempted to swap my identity and history with that of Eugene Andre Francois, simply because we share the same ex-girlfriend, including their attempts to swap his criminal history with mine (no criminal history), not to mention the same group's effort to literally erase me and my social footprint. Recently their efforts grew in attempt to gas light me, both locally in my home community in Regent Park in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and through various online sources such as the YouTube video suggestion feed, suggesting videos related to very personal and specific aspects of my own life, including private matters that were only divulged to Federal Authorities in Canada to assist in an official investigation. From what I have seen, it appears that such groups (many of whom have admins employed in companies who then go on to abuse their access to information against clients targeted by these predatory religions and groups who are not criminal investigators but are literally organized crime).


In terms of similar attempts at swapping my own history with that of others, these groups tried the same thing locally with at least three or four other people, using them and their histories as surrogate replacements for my own real history and life, and most of these surrogates are and have criminal histories themselves, some of them even being sex offenders. The motive of predatory groups swapping the history of a sex predator with that of another person would be to more easily justify the conducting of illegal surveillance on their targets. The people conducting such surveillance are not Police. They're part of criminal gangs that are literally running the communities in which they operate, including sex trafficking and narcotics distribution (which often motivates the women they victimize to participate in sex trafficking as sexual cattle). Many in the community then help to cover this up, occasionally harassing me and then painting me as a trouble maker when I speak out.


Previously in the same community, when sex trafficking was rampant during the 1990s and 2000s, it was a strategy of local Police to begin various sting operations to cull the sex trafficking problem in the area. Previous customers however, some of whom were home owners in the area, needed a way out and some of those home owners purchased criminal substitutes from local homeless shelters, and then hired people to create situations to remove the participation in such activities from their person and transfer them to the blame of a substitute. Money was paid and changed hands in these cases, and those responsible fled the area, while leaving their participation in the activity on those who stayed or later made their home in the area (like yours truly). These groups that attempted to hide this activity and history then attempted to transfer that weight onto these substitutes, making it purposely quite heavy for them, as a means to transfer the responsibility of criminality and to literally rewrite the history of what actually occurred, putting it all onto the shoulders of (unpaid) substitutes. Identity swapping as conducted by these predatory groups is part of a larger scale attempt in the area to cover all of this up, and to have it all shouldered by someone else. Many shelter clients, some workers, and some home owners from the community participated in this activity, and those that remained and were part of these predatory groups attempted to shift the weight for these activities onto substitutes, replacing their histories with that of someone else and then using harassment and stalking techniques to provoke reactions and behaviour from the people they targeted that put them at odds with the community. This is the sort of thing of which I am a victim.


These groups then further attempt to paint it to seem like its an initiation into a secret society or something else to  implore the people they victimize to continue with these activities and to continue to go along with them, and this is after having already gone through decades of   abuse and mistreatment by these predatory groups masquerading as secret societies. Most taking part in these activities are criminal and attempting to cover something up, while attacking people like me with whom the weight has secretly been shouldered. This includes the same groups literally having rewritten my entire family history, and not as part of a witness relocation program. This activity is very much collectively criminal in nature and conduct, but very well hidden.


From appearances, it seems that the members of the cults responsible for these activities have ties to admins in tech companies, as well as locally in the communities in which they operate, as some form of ideology whose members make up the population of these predatory groups and help to cover it up when someone exposes them. Their attack upon my person was timed with an effort to remove Helen Chen from my association and history, and likely an attempt to replace her with someone else of their cult's choosing. The cult members are typically very blood centric, and believe that people should not mix certain cultures in relationships, and attempt to enforce this upon the lives of the people they target such as myself. They're typically very racist and against certain relationships, using the rules of their religious beliefs as the foundation of who should be allowed to be together from what I've gathered about them thus far.


So, for instance, with the assistance of their membership, they would stalk Helen Chen to create a great deal of pressure for her to break association from my person, and then they'd seek another member of their cult's religion who is closer in culture to my own, and someone whom I previously knew and then attempt to force us to be together, and likely attempt to attract me into their religion.


Helen Chen approached me by the way, many years ago long before I had ever seen her or knew her, hence the idea that I somehow forced her into a relationship is definitely a lie and not one of her own making. This stalking cult are trying to make it seem like I am the problem and that they are helping her, when in fact that is not the case at all. The stalking cult are the culprits and have been all along. They're trying to make it seem that I am the problem, and to make themselves then seem like the heroes in protecting Helen, when in fact they're the culprits that stalked her, and have been stalking me as well. They're the ones who really attempt to control people and operate in predatory groups in communities, gas lighting people like myself who expose them. 

They're trying to trick someone else into breaking the green of "control", so that they don't make enemies of cultures for whom this has significance, because their trying to make themselves seem like allies simply because they want the lucrative trade that  will arise from making themselves seem to be their saviours, when in fact they were the culprits all along. Asia will very soon realize this when these same groups are used as trojan horses to infiltrate Asian culture and take it over from the inside, attempting to transform them towards western philosophy at the expense of their history and culture. 


This is exactly what was attempted in the 1500s, by western religious interests, and later again during the Opium Wars, when Hong Kong was taken and held by a western colonial power. The plan was to use Hong Kong as a trojan horse for Christianity to infiltrate mainland China, and indoctrinate the people, once again, at the expense of their history, culture and tradition by making China, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, India, Indonesia and Malaysia all subservient to or religious vassals of Jerusalem. Every power recognized  by the west, even currently so, has a historic association with Jerusalem and often justifies the validity of rule by Divine Right. This is the source of the division between China and Nepal, and originally the Khanate that at one time took over China and ruled from within. Those same Khans had a presence in  Jerusalem and therefore were considered to have Divine Right ancestry in their royal line. China had no such association with Jerusalem and their royalty were never embraced by the west, as there was no means to use Christianity as a trojan horse to infiltrate China and transform them into a westernized state, bringing with it all of the same well hidden boons that accompany western civilization until this day, including predatory groups that erase citizens in western society.


Currently, because I had up until recently built up an association with Asian culture, promoting it and supporting it and their indepdence from being converted to another westernized state, since the most recent trade war, I became a target of these interest groups seeking to repair their ties with China, Japan and the rest of Asia, and from that point an effort ensued to discredit me and destoy my company here, in many cases using aspectrs of my own personal life to achieve those ends as conducted by members of the religious community who make up the majority of the membership of these predatory groups. They coordinated this latest attack, again, using aspects of my personal life in such an effort (such as my interest in Japanese erotic content), and then attempted to paint me in an unflattering way to Eastern society, including by trying to paint me as a fake martial arts master, which would be a very innacurate statement as I have never claimed to be a martial arts master or ever sold myself as being one. Cults who steal creative content from content producers such as myself are obsessed with finding any way to create a contradiction between a writer's and artists content, and their own personal lives. The less consistent you are with what you create, becomes a justification by very abusive ideologies to steal your content from you. Possibly a bastardized form of Zionism that targets creative content producers attempting to radicalize them against to create the impression of anti-semitism amongst writers and artists like myself? So basically, using a modified idiom based upon Zionism, they justify taking content from people based upon how consistent their own life is with the content they produce and these ideologies have been spreading like wildfire since the 1990s and possibly even earlier.


So, seeing as I write about martial arts, having formally studied multiple martial arts myself to the level of being intermediate, I became a target of these groups, who are now allies of the effort to elevate one group of people while crushing another by using these newly acquired doctrines to justify stealing and destroying the work of content creators like myself, even using streaming shows like Shogun as the backdrop for a social game to justify doing this, and video games like Assassin's Creed Shadows, to justify stealing the association of Japan or even China from me, and awarding it to someone else on the basis of skin colour according to the plot of Assassin's Creed Shadows, while vilifying me as if I was some kind of white supremacist. The worst racism I've experienced is from this new generation of  brown skin supremacists. Proof of my opposition to using skin colour as a grounds for supremacy is illustrated by the fact that I often use the statement: nobody has black skin, and nobody has white skin, and no two people have the same skin colour, to break down any notion of supremacy based upon these racist ideas that grossly generalize skin colour, and take away the uniqueness of every human being, while creating the lines for a war based upon skin colour. 


I'm European Canadian, but often the predatory groups trying to steal my content and identity attempt to replace my identity with that of someone else in order to replace the impression of my culture, as being that of someone who has entirely brown skin, which is a hate crime in Canada by the way, however it isn't seen that way by many because its being conducted by those with brown skin against someone with pink or light skin, as a means to associate the created content of that person (me) with another group based upon their skin colour. These efforts according to the Charter of rights and freedoms and the Human Rights Act, and the law in Canada are a hate crime. Be carefuly though if as a content producer, you speak out against this activity because doing so can put you at risk of being accused of spreading hate speech, which can in turn lead to a loss of statehood (where a predatory group removes your citizenship for a day and replaces it with the citizenship of another country that has free speech forcing you to take the identity of a member of their population, which achieves their goal of attempting to steal your content and attribute it to someone else of their ideology).


So, as I stated, these groups are and have been vilifying me for some time, even spying on me illegally and digging up as much dirt as they can to fling at me, and to convince others to assist them in stealing my content, erasing me, and giving my work and effort to the credit of people who have nothing to do with having created it. At the same time, they're attempting to take all of the effort I made in standing up for Asian culture over the years, and turning it into a competition for that credit and ownership of that effort between myself and Jeff Sachs, despite the fact that him and I are on the same page over many issues of world policy and protecting the sovereignty of China, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, India, Malaysia and Indonesia from westernization. Predatory groups in society seek to eradicate their enemies by a sort of "there can be only one" doctrine. Making it seem that my efforts, given my lack of education credentials and income, are just me echoing the words of someone like Jeffrey Sachs and that I made no such effort myself to protect Asian culture. Remember, there is a lot of money on the line given the population, income and markets involved and the attention tha Shhhh! Digital Media seems to have attracted in an undergound sense as a protector of Asia's independence. Who really knows who I am? It isn't too hard for predatory groups in the west, many of whom are connected with modern brances of organized crime to simply gang up on one person, take their content and identity and transfer it all to someone else, in the interest of using the impression of who created it to gain the support of Asian who liked the fact that a guy in the west created frontline Asian heroes who stood amidst western and european heroes in the day and age of white washing. So this content and the impression of who created it has value to such people, and where I live, there are already many people who do attempt such theft on a regular basis which is difficult for a guy who runs this company on a budget of about $200 a month, while earning very little in comparison to that figure. Easier for such groups to keep me and my identity in a sort of stasis, and wait for the opportune moment to take it all from me, and then when I attempt to prevent them from doing so, collectively paint me as being mentally ill or some other means by which they cover it all up. They regularly replace my identity with that of a security guard in the same building of my residence, and most often to give people the impression of my skin colour being brown once again. My content is also attributed to other people on the same grounds as well and for the same motives. Meanwhile, that is not my description at all. I'm European Canadian. The predatory groups that take part in these activities though, represent both sides, and using hermetic philosophy as outlined in the Kyalion, attempt to bounce a person like me around between the two different sides as a means to harvest my output. The evidence is that this method is actually a means used to radicalize people more and more over time. Most investigative bodies such as the Federal Police, ever get this close to collect intelligence about the activities of such groups in detail, so they tend to have little or no warning when a member of the population is boiled over using these methods. All of these factors work together to cover up situations like this one. Compare that with society in Asia and Southeast Asia, and though they probably have their caveats, the west often sells itself as the beacon of freedom from tyranny. It just never reveals the fact that tyranny actually exists as a form of collectivism nowadays, with predatory gangs and groups essentially slowly taking over society from the ground up.


To these groups who as I write this, are harassing me, they consider these times when I rant about problems on this nature as their harvest. Many of them believe themselves to be controlling me or puppeteering me, while provoking such a reaction is also a means of discrediting me, because many of them assert the idea that I'm mentally ill, which I'm not. They time these attacks to draw these kinds of responses as a means of harvesting from me, and giving the credit for my work and effort to others. There are several groups that operate this way, each representing a different extremity in the communities they operate. So the idea is that these groups attempt to bounce a victim around between favouring either side, to make it appear that the victim biases one side, or the other and this is the means they use to harvest from their victim, many of them claiming association with secret societies which I can tell you is complete nonsense. They're basically parasites for whom this has evolved into a complex scam they perpetrate against the people they target.


However, the recent danger is that they have become recognized as an effective tool by other groups on a much larger scale, to be used to pit them against local problems in the form of influencers who have a fair bit of reach in the globe. For the groups that operate on a much larger scale, these local groups are a source of ground intelligence, and operatives who can conduct activities against influencers with little notice or warning, meaning that they can be quickly employed by groups from a variety of other borders. Not to mention, this activity also stands to create diplomatic weight for and against Canada. Diplomatic weight is a very valuable currency, which can be misused to great effect, meaning that local intelligence should be paying much closer attention to these situatuions, as they're key in activities such as radicalization and impostering the identity of an influencer. These groups maintain an ambiguous link to identity of the people they target, hence Shhhh! Digital Media is  often kept under the impression of belonging to any of a multitude of different people, but never the actual person who runs it and owns it. Me. That's because on a moment's notice, these predatory groups can wear ownership of it and then use that impression to gain them something from the cultures I've protected within, whose population makes up far more than half of the globe. That's the way that these groups are looking at this situation now, and in comparison, a person's life has little value compared to the impression of that ownership of this brand and content. I could very quickly be removed from that equation and most people wouldn't even realize it for a great deal of time.


Every time there is a connection made between myself and the content, the members of these predatory groups attempts to break it, and then reassociate it with someone else. It get clues from some admins that they know exactly who I am, but others work to create the impression that I am someone else. Someone from my own same history, or someone of their choosing who is a member of their ideology, who they associate with my content to give people the impression of it originating from them, and that aspect involves criminality and identity theft as being conducted by a predatory collective group with both presence in communities, and online.


Remember the movie A Scanner Darkly written by Philip K. Dick (who also wrote We'll Remember It For You Wholesale aka Total Recall and Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep). A Scanner Darkly is a rotoscoped animation movie starring Keaneau Reeves and Robert Downey Jr. It involves a plot where undercover operatives working for local Police, have their identities removed, and are given special suits called scramble suits, that change their identity several times every second so that they can never be identified by the criminals they are investigating. They live in a constant flux of other identities. The membership of these cults operates the exact same way, except they do this not as a means to protect undercover operatives, but as a means to keep secret the true creator and owner of a brand and its content, as the predatory groups involved often claim ownership over everything produced by the victims they target for this sort of activity. Along the lines of Knights Templars or other secret societies, whose individual members claim no ownership, as all of their property belongs to the group. I've criticized such groups, quantifying them as living by the doctrine: what's ours is ours and what's yours is ours. Hence, associating a content creator with such a group often gives these groups the justification to steal their content and its ownership. Salvation Army, and many other religious churches and groups live according to this doctrine by the way, so if you're associated with them in any way, there's a chance that you could lose control of your own creative properties, considering that these groups have resources they can use to steal them from you legally. So the scramble suits of A Scanner Darkly, are a metaphor for a means by which undercover operatives are hidden within society, however in reality this illusion is used by criminal gangs and predatory groups to take over ownership of a person's identity, their output and their life history, allowing such groups to attribute those aspects to anyone they want. 

Its more closely affiliated with organized crime than anything, and such groups would certainly be potent tools of those looking to undermine Canada from the inside. To commandeer the content of an influencer and creator to utilize it to benefit other people who have nothing to do with the effort  at all, but rather to use it politically to their own ends and benefit, while erasing the person from whom they took it. Where I live, there are many predatory groups that do this exact thing that I've exposed, and these groups in almost every single case, are either a part of religious ideology, or criminal gangs, or both, and they're for hire by groups outside of the country, very quickly via text message and other means.


So, these are not the insane rants of someone struggling with mental illness because that isn't an issue at all. Nor am I someone who uses narcotics at all, not to mention I drink alcohol seldom. Perhaps twice a month. My rant is the result of a planned attack upon my person, to provoke a response like this one, which once again will be associated with a person very different to the one who actually wrote it and experienced the attack.


Consider that such groups also operate as collectives of the mind. A sort of group of people who are all connected via body energy. I've explained the science behind this in several of my Butterfly Dragon: Two Butterflies stories, and it does exist and they are the group(s) that are part of this surveillance ring. That is, they know what I'm writing as I write it, because they're essentially like passengers in my own body. They connect to other people by methods of body energy and harassment, and thus they are aware of what a person creates, like in the form of my writing here on Shhhh! Digita Media, and what I expose about them, as I write it and before I even hit the publish button. Most of these people are the people associated with the effort to steal it and attribute it to people on the basis of skin colour. In other words, they attempt to create the impression that I'm Jamaican, or African or Caribbean or Guyanese, which I am not. I don't have brown skin at all and I don't originate from those places in the world, and nor does  any of my ancestry. These groups that attempt such identity and content theft, are literally connected to me like I'm a WIFI Router, and this is something that these local groups, and other groups throughout the world have been practicing and doing for a considerable amount of time, with most people not even being aware that this sort of thing existed in the first place, until very recently, when most people like myself who realized what was happening after investigating it extensively, put it all together.


Now imagine that your privacy, that is the place from which you work every day, is suddenly no longer private, and that at any time, hundreds if not thousands of people can be connected directly to your body, and have access to your senses as you do work. That would mean that those people too could claim to be working, and even claim having been the originators of whatever you did, for them to be spying on you by these means. This is very real and it exists and is practiced by many groups of a variety of different cultures and religions, however, some regional groups operating in communities will often attempt to force a person into the association of groups who hold the highest degree of population or control of an area, rather than allowing the person that they target to choose for themselves, and that's because these groups are criminal in nature. They use these means of surveillance as a means of identity theft and theft of a person's effort to fuel the lives of the groups who plug themselves into that victim's body by these means. If you expose it, you'll certainly be discredited, not to mention that these groups are content thieves. They spy in realtime on their victims, and give the credit of the victim's own work to a figure head that these predatory groups idolize. Someone they've elevated to being the top of the proverbial pyramid so to speak, though that's not a criticism of Egyptian mythology. Its a metaphor for the model upon which these groups often operate.


So as I'm writing this exposition of their cult, they're literally spying on me as I write it, and claiming that its originating from someone named Bobby, a Guyanese fellow to whom members of this cult often give the credit for my output. Beside me, there lives in the neighbouring apartment a large fellow of about three hundred and fifty pounds, named Marty Shea. A Irish fellow who is part of another predatory group, connected to a well known outlaw motorcycle gang, that allegedly has ties to this Bobby person, who also has ties to the Panthers. The idea is, that as I write and create content, these groups attempt to give people the impression of me being one of the people that I previously mentioned. Guyanese Bobby, or Marty Shea. Both are associated with groups who symbolize the colour blue to mean that what you express should be interpreted as being the opposite context of your expression, which if you're exposing a criminal gang who is stealing your creative and intellectual property, would work out in their benefit. These gangs who protect these interests and use these methods to steal from people, both their identity and content, are very real in the communities that they operate, but they're protected by a layer of criminality and corruption that is very effective at hiding their tracks, and as I stated earlier, has many layers of collusion, starting from the communities in which they operate in person against their targets, to online hackers and admins, who assist these groups in achieving their goals, combining methods of surveillance to help them steal from one person and give to another. They often cooperate with organized crime of various forms as well. 


So as I'm typing this, they're literally monitoring it and aware of the fact that I just blew the whistle on them. Fortunately, this content is also perused by the kind of people who can stop it, but as I stated, most people involved are against the fact that I'm European Canadian, because they'd prefer that people believe that it originates from other group(s), and these same predatory groups are opposed to the fact that my own love interest is Southeast Asian, because that fact breaks blood as they refer to it. Also, in order to justify stealing my content, they attempt to give people the impression that I am Zionist (which I am not), which essentially means that its justifiable to steal content from a person if they're not using that content or the space it occupies  effectively. Also, by creating that sort of an association, the same cult can then use their attempted theft of my content to turn me against or make me appear to be anti-semitic, by my speaking out against  the doctrine of Zionism when used as a justification to steal a person's creative content. The truth is, that I never supported Zionism, but when writing several episodes of We Who Stand On Guard, I had to research it extensively. At that time, I was under surveillance of these criminal groups, who then assumed me to be Zionist given the fact that my reading time was spent consuming so much information about the history of the subject and doctrine in order to be able to write about it effectively. The truth is that groups like this one doing the monitoring have been targeting and stealing from content creators since the mid 1990s from what I can tell, possibly even longer, though since that time they've been using computer and digital technology more and more to augment their means and methods. In Regent Park in Toronto, Ontario, Canada in 200 Sherbourne Street Suite 701, where I live, this sort of thing has been going on for a decade and a half, and it has also been happening to other people in other locations in the same city for much longer. Collectivism, local organized crime and religious groups have been used to cover this all up for a much longer period.


So, where I live right now, there are a group that since my having posted a peaceful and encouraging post on Friday, they've been harassing me and attacking me verbally in order to provoke a reaction that makes it seem inconsistent with my previous post, and to give people the impression that I'm under the influence of narcotics or mentally ill, or both. I can assure you that none of these is the situation, and that this post was the result of harassment and social abuse by a predatory group in Regent Park in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, who claim to be remotely controlling me, and then use that justification to steal my content and the credit for creating it. They have ties to groups like local outlaw motorcycle gangs and Caribbean and Somalian gangs locally, who assist them towards these ends. Though such gangs are often competitive, they often work together when targeting a person such as myself. These gangs are connected to the shelter system as well, who have their own predatory groups and organized crime, where they too steal the credit for a person's creative content and wear it as if it were their own. 


These groups often plan such scams many years ahead in advance. Their attack is basically an attempt to make me appear to be very inconsistent with being the calm and rational person that wrote the post on Friday. That's because they want to make it appear that they are controlling me in some way, between  two extremes of emotional behaviour.


I'm not a Taurus Sun sign by the way. I'm a Scorpio sun sign, and Taurus Moon. 


I don't use crack cocaine and never have. I'm not mentally ill either. My name is not Jeff by the way. 


I am an Atheist that leans toward Buddhism and Taoism. I'm not a Lutheran and never have been. I'm not a Seventh Day Adventist and never have been. I am not a Scientologist and never have been. I am not a Zionist and never have been. 


I am not a Hell's Angel or a Panther, and never have been. I am not a member of Jehovah's Witnesses or Prince Hall and never have been.


I'm not on the blue team or brown team and never will be. I'm not from Nova Scotia and I've never lived there in my life. I've never lived in the United States. I'm not from South America and have no ancestry from there.

I am not a member of the Salvation Army and never have been and never will be. I am not a member of Dixon Hall and never will be.  I'm not a practitioner of Kabbalah and never have been. I'm not a sex offender or spousal abuser and never have been.


I'm not Irish or Scottish.


Stay away from religions that attempt to "clean" or "clear" people, as many of the members of those religions have no similar requirements for themselves. In other words, they only "clean" or "clear" other people, while never "cleaning" or "clearing" themselves. That seems a little circumspect to me and is a pretty good indication of hypocrisy and certainly the sign of a cult.


I've never been incarcerated in jail or prison, and nobody other than myself writes anything on Shhhh! Digital Media and I don't operate according to the rules of any cult with regard to colour symolism and its use to steal or take a person's creative content or ownership from them.


I'm not a Mormon or a Fundamentalist Latter Day Saint and never have been. I've never had a fetish for brown skin in my life, nor for obesity with all due respect to those who struggle with such issues. My own love interest is Southeast Asian, and I've always been attracted to women of those cultures for my entire life. I'm not transgender nor is my own love interest, though I support LGBTQ2 rights and marriage. I'm a man, 6 feet tall. 175 lbs in weight. Green eyes. brown white hair, short cropped cut. I'm fairly fit for my age and activity level.


I've never had a sexually transmitted disease in my life, though I did acquire a small case of Chlamydia once from using a public washroom. It was cured with two antibiotic pills.


The cult that spies on people illegally using biomagnetism and body energy connections is referred to in some religions as the holy spirit. Those religions will often erase people who expose this fact, never forgiving them ever. However, if a person rapes and murders children, they will be forgiven by the members of the same religion. So basically, raping and murdering children is alright for these religions, but exposing the nature of the holy spirit and speaking out against its use will get you erased. I thought that you might like to know about that just so you're aware of their priorities in life.


More recently, Lutherans seem to be heavily involved in these criminal efforts and attempts to steal my content and identity and give others a very different impression about the person who creates it all. I am not a Lutheran and never have been, and certainly never will be. Their actions in this regard are criminal, as much so as efforts by the Seventh Day Adventists, who also attempted the same thing several times. Everyone has a right to their beliefs, but to use such beliefs to justify criminal actions like identity theft of the theft of creative and intellectual property is a criminal offence and punishable by law.


I am not a security guard, and have never worked as a security guard in my life. However, if I had, I'd wear a red jump suit and a beret as my uniform, or possibly a black suit, with a scorpion shaped wrist guard.


My love interest doesn't have blonde hair.


I've never hired a prostitute in my life, hence my last name isn't a symbolic reference to the customers of prostitutes, though I mean no disrespect to working girls. There are safer ways to as adults to exploit yourselves that don't pose risks. The religions that attempt to stop such activity online are actually criminal, and have been exploiting and harming women since their inception. Look at who got the blame for original sin and its pretty obvious.


I'm not a pirate, and as I stated, I've never hired a prostitute in my life, nor have I ever been a part of any cult or group that uses body energy to attack others and trigger anxiety or other hormone and emotional attacks upon a person, but I can tell you that today, they made a formidable enemy and one that will most likely expose them entirely and lead to their destruction legally.


My name isn't Trent. I'm certainly not Dwayne Johnson either. I'm not a Protestant or Catholic at all. I'm an Atheist that leans toward Buddhism and Taoism. No cocaine ("blow") for me.


I'm not a Presbyterian and never have been.


I don't live or work at Dixon Hall Heyworth House and there isn't any content here that is produced at that location.


My name is not Shane and I've never been to New York in my life.


No blue team or brown team for me and no blue roses. No love hate or blood and fire either.


Everything that I stated on this post I meant exactly as it was expressed, and not the opposite thereof. It is entirely the truth as well.


I am not a guitar player and have never owned a guitar, not to mention that I don't have a dog and have never owned my own dog. Mila's puppy Happiu~isuka is a pug, not a bull dog. I'm not Steve Vitale, or remembering aspects of Steve Vitale's life as if they were my own. Members of this abusive cult often erase people by the means I'm describing. Steve Vitale is an Italian guitar player with whom I used to jam when I was 13 years old. My parents (not Bob) were professional performers, and we used to borrow their P.A. system and keyboards. Steve is a skilled guitar player, and was even so back then (1979?), and I was an aspiring keyboard player, having studied from the age of 8. We used to jam, and he'd play a lot of tunes to impress his girlfriend back then. I believe he was 18 and was 13 back at that time.


So members of this cult, when they find out that I also play keyboards, often attempt to claim that I'm a liar, and that I'm taking the credit for that from someone else which is not the case. Cults often operate in those means, but that's alright because I love exposing cults and their methods. So basically the way it works is for me to be considered to have a skill, I have to pay a sponsor of some form, even though I already have that skill myself. That's how most cults operate in society and propagate their ideas on sponsorship for you to even be considered or recognized as having that skill by other people, let alone their regarding you to exist or to be considered alive. Without sponsorship, the members of this cult treat me literally as if I don't exist and often force me to wear someone else's identity as a replacement for my own. You could say that I'm an eternal enemy of doing things this way and will expose it every single time.


People who force you to pay for their sponsorship in order to be considered to exist, or to have a skill, are scumbags, especially when it involves a skill you're adept at, unless you're paying your respect to one of your teachers or mentors. In that case, its respectful to recognize them, which I always do. However, some people simply don't recognize your existence if you don't have a sponsor, and therefore your content is often stolen by such people, who regard it as grave robbing. I don't know if things work this way in Southeast Asia, which I don't suspect that they do, but this is a very big secret aspect of western society, and one that has become very prominent over the last twenty years.


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Friday, September 12, 2025

Its Friday And Updates...

Hi. Brian Joseph Johns here.

I just wanted to let you know what's going on here at Shhhh! Digital Media, and what the near future will bring.

 First of all, I've been working hard getting the next two episodes of Era of the Spellbound and Heroes Of Our Own Reimagined in their web format.

Next week I'll be spending the entire week working on the audiobook format releases for both episodes and expect to have them posted by Thursday and Friday (September 19).

I'll be spending some time working on other releases, whose material is related to other series I've been planning for some time, not to mention one or two more episodic series that are derived from the recent retcon of the Tales of the Sanctum and the Butterfly Dragon universe. The final chapter of We Who Stand On Guard (before the retcon) will also be coming out in the next few weeks. It will deal with Dina's experiences in the aftermath of the Red Sea detonation incident, and examine aspects of the current real life situation and politics involved in Gaza, presenting the issue from all sides.


On the gaming front, I've been playing Stellaris recently, and will probably be into that a bit over the weekend (playing as a variety of different civs - good and bad), between a bit of exercise and calisthenics, and taking down identity thieving or identity replacing cults, hopefully without grasping too tightly, the ego. Its good for when you need to shore up a lack of confidence in order to get over the fear or risk of failure (as Gallea from Era of the Spellbound pointed out in episode 5), but too much is and can be just as destructive as too little. When ideologies take your identity from you, in most cases  where it isn't connected to some form of financial crime, they're simply trying to push you to grasp ego and to cling to it, as if in order to be yourself you need their validation, or the implication that you are only the marketing version of what you present to the world. In all truth we're all so much more but be careful of what you share and with who. You don't need their validation for anything, and the only validation you should accept from others is the encouragement that you're willing to give, as much so as constructive input.


Thank you for reading (and now listening) to my content and I look forward to publishing new material next week. 

Have a great weekend! I'll be spending much of it managing a galaxy, or steamy vacationing in Europe and Southeast Asia...


Brian Joseph Johns

Like our friends and allies in the world, Canada Helps...

Regardless, I'm still very much on my Shhhh! Digital Media team and colours of red black, red white, red yellow and grey.

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Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Tales of the Sanctum: Era of the Spellbound - Episode 5: The Future That Never Was (Started September 9, 2025 7:00 PM EST)

Everything previously stated here still stands and was intended as stated and not the contextual opposite.

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Tales of the Sanctum: Era of the Spellbound

by Brian Joseph Johns


Episode 5: The Future That Never Was


Distant Story





Neville stepped back from the ocular, a large smile still upon his face.

"Whoa! That was sooo real, mate!" Neville remarked as he passed Wes on the way to the back of the line.

"Let Mr. Cooper have a go..." Mrs Trufflebury spoke as she stepped aside and allowed John, the tall athletic student access to the telescope.

"Pose for a photo with your students, love?" asked Mr. Trufflebury of her as he stepped back into the surrounding darkness, the observatory itself lit by a red light.

"Oh... alright. Come on Nelony! Get yourself in frame. You Too Shaela!" Mrs. Trufflebury insisted.

"Wait! Where's Mila?" she asked, looking around for her most artistically inclined student.

"Didn't want to lose my spot in line..." Mila responded, standing just behind Wes and John Cooper, who was now using the telescope, bent over and peering through the ocular.

"Don't worry. We'll get you back in place. Come on Mila..." Mrs. Trufflebury invited her and Mila indulged.

The four women stood before the telescope, Mrs. Trufflebury in the middle beside Mila, as they were the two shortest. Shaela and Nelony stood near the outside, while Wes' and Neville's faces just barely in frame when the Mr. Trufflebury snapped the photo thrice.

"For the yearbook," Mr. Trufflebury suggested.

"...And a great lesson there within. Now with the photo that my husband just took, who can tell me what the difference is between the camera, and the images of Saturn we've been looking at through the Norman Fisher's 155mm Refractor?" Mrs. Trufflebury asked of her students.

"Saturn's really really big, and the camera is really really small..." Mr. Cooper turned away from the telescope to answer Mrs. Trufflebury.

"Yes. That true, but what about the light that makes up the images? The light from the camera, and the light from Saturn?" asked Mrs. Trufflebury, reframing her question.

"It comes from the moon? The light I mean..." Mila tried her best to come up with a creative response.

"No. But  we do have a three quarter moon tonight and it is very bright, but the light that made it possible for us to take a photo, and the light of Saturn are two very different things. Who can tell us how? In what way that is?" she asked again.

"The light for the photo came from the camera flash," Neville replied.

"Correct, but what's the difference?" Mrs. Trufflebury asked again.

"The camera was really close to us, and Saturn is really, really far..." Nelony replied after thinking about the answer.

"That's correct. The flash of my husband's camera literally took less than one ten trillionth of a second to travel from the camera to us and then back to the camera again, whereas the light from Saturn, had to travel for one hour and eleven minutes to reach us. Can you tell us what that means?" asked Mrs. Trufflebury again with a smile on her face.

"When we take a picture, or look through a telescope, we're looking back in time?" Mr. Cooper replied, having finally pieced it together from the concepts they'd been studying over the last three days.

"Precisely. We're in the future from the moment of when the light rebounded from our subject, and traveled the distance from that subject all the way to our eyes. In the case of the camera, that time was so incredibly short that it was barely perceivable, but in the case of Saturn, it literally took an hour and eleven minutes to reach us. So that means that if something was happening on Saturn, that we wouldn't know about it until an hour and eleven minutes later. Like, if a gigantic storm like the one on Jupiter suddenly brewed, it would already be an hour and eleven minutes old by the time it reached us. So most of what astronomers look at when they're studying astronomical objects, are at astronomical distances and therefore, typically, they're looking at light that left or rebounded from the objects, anywhere from years to hundreds of millions of years ago. We're literally looking back in time," Mrs. Trufflebury pointed at the sky and towards the stars, as the motor on the telescope whirred to life once again, the operator aligning the telescope with their next subject.

"Mila? Why don't you do the honours of taking a first look?" Mrs. Trufflebury suggested to Mila, who'd been waiting for her turn at the telescope.

"Alright. This is exciting...!" she smiled as she stepped forward to the ocular under the red light.

She put her eye over the lens and a large brilliant star came to life in her vision. It was clearly very distant but ever so bright and full of specular detail. She had never seen anything so dazzling as it floated in the heavens above her, so clearly visible through the telescope's lens.

"What am I looking at?" asked Mila of Mrs. Trufflebury.

"You're looking at one of the stars in the constellation Lyra..." Mrs. Trufflebury gestured as if she were now holding an instrument like a tiny harp in her arms.

"That name... its so familiar. Like the name of someone that I know?" Mila responded, looking again into the telescope, absolutely dazzled by the star's brilliance.

"Bah! Maybe she's thinking liar or something?" Neville replied, immediately fitting his entire foot into his own mouth.

"You mean you! You peng!" Wes replied.

"I was only rubbin' ya wrong, Mila. Don't take it personal," Neville apologized early, for nearly the first time in his life.

"Now that was an improvement. Next time, hold it in," Nelony actually moved closer to Neville and took hold of his hand.

"Despite what Neville said thansk to a bad case of flatulence via his lungs, we're not talking about a liar. Its called a Lyra. An instrument much like a tiny harp, so magically powerful, that when Orpheus played it for the gods, they were literally moved to the ends of creation and all of the heavens," Mrs. Trufflebury explained to them.

"Many cultures throughout the world have used constellations to group stars together as part of the most recognized symbols associated with their culture and mythos, and this has been the case with nearly every culture throughout the world. So, the Lyra is just one example of how astronomy was intrinsically a part of early mythology and culture, as the ability to keep track of the stars and planets was connected to the belief that one could use the motion of the heavens to predict the future," she continued as they made their way towards the bus.


"They could foretell of a good growing season or a bad year for crops. Astronomy is one of the first sciences, and has played a very big part with the science of history, allowing us to connect records of history that coincided with astronomical phenomenon such as supernovae and eclipses that we know occurred thanks to the ephemeral record," they arrived just outside of the bus and they stopped as she continued her lecture.

"When I look up in the sky, I find it amazing that one of the things we have in common with those same people from thousands or even hundreds of years ago, is that we all look up and see familiar stellar bodies. Like Venus, the morning star. Like Polaris, the north star, though it wasn't always Polaris you know. At one time twelve thousand years ago, Vega was the Earth's north star, and in the year 13762, it will again be the north star, replacing Polaris as the guiding star of the north pole," she smiled as she continued, while her husband and the bus driver opened the boot and withdrew the containers holding their drinks and snacks.


"Your ancestors looked up and saw many of the same bodies in the night sky that we do now, so that's something that you have in common with them. Each and every one of them that looked and admired the heavens," Mrs. Trufflebury looked to the progress her husband and the bus driver had made.


"Oh perfect honey. Thank you so much," she said to her husband. 


"We'll take a fifteen minute break in the field, where we can enjoy these snacks we've brought with us, before we call it a night and get you all back to the school," Mrs. Trufflebury gathered the students and they returned to the bus, from where they grabbed a pair of coolers and pack full of the snack food they're brought with them.


Mila lay on her back beside Shaela, who lay beside Wes. A short distance away, Nelony and Neville lay beside each other, snuggled up close but keeping their attention to the stars.


"Its funny, when I heard that name... Lyra, I couldn't help but think about it being someone's name..." Mila explained to Shaela and Wes.


"You mean at school?" asked Wes.


"No. Not like a person we actually know, personally... like she's somewhere else..." Mila contemplated her memories as they their faces were lit by the night and the stars above.


"...like in the sky... the stars..." Shaela tuned in to her stream of consciousness.


"Yes... exactly! And with long flowing hair, like the Milky Way!" Mila's artistic side admired the blur of stars above, appearing like the folds of gold and platinum hair of some immense nymph.


"What's she doing up there?" asked Wes, very interested in their mutual hallucination.


"She's holding something. Holding onto it. Like a baby..." Shaela looked over to Mila, and then to Wes, who blushed, cautious of looking to her for he'd be far too tempted to kiss her.


"She's holding the Earth. Protectively. Nurturingly. That's her baby... I've seen it before..." Mila continued as Shaela and Wes inched closer to one another, until they grasped each other's hands under the night sky.


Nelony and Neville did the same, Nelony feeding Neville her snack cake, and Neville feeding her his wine gums.


Not far from them, Mrs. Trufflebury sat beside her husband, Paul, and the two of them enjoyed their snack cakes beside each other.


"It was good. This night was definitely a success," Mrs. Trufflebury smiled to Paul.


"It certainly was. I really enjoyed this. We should do something like this once again before the end of summer. Something with the students," Paul suggested.


"Good idea. Got anything in mind? We're going to be going from astronomy to physics next week. Classical mechanics and kinematics," Mrs. Trufflebury explained to him.


"Why not bring them to play Croquet... or even Golf?"  suggested Paul.


"Excellent! Or we could go play Snooker! Lets look into this over the weekend. Sunday morning during our tea...?" asked Mrs. Trufflebury.


"That's an appointment honey," Paul's pinky caught hers and they remained pinky-locked for the remainder of their break.


Memories, Missives And Missions


Glynis had been having a difficult time sleeping, every night since their encounter with the girl with the pug puppy in her purse and the group of friends that had accompanied the girl, and she didn't know why.


Every day since they'd had that encounter, Gallea had been full of energy, and had even several times, taken her for a walk around the nearby lake, with which Gallea had acquired a sudden fascination.


Glynis during that time often had to act as if she wasn't making such good progress, but the truth was that since Gallea had become a part of her life, the symptoms of her Muscular Dystrophy and its ill effects upon her musculature had diminished significantly, and yet she wasn't sure of whether she should feel good about that fact, or guilty for it seeing as she'd not yet told her parents about her energetic and spirited copilot.


On the second day since having met her new friend, Glynis had even gone for such an excursion before Sally (their hired caregiver) had a chance to intervene on Glynis' plans. She'd been stopped about half way around the lake by a Constable on foot who'd been notified that she was missing.


The Constable accompanied Glynis back to their family home and when Sally saw that Glynis was safe, they thanked the Constable and after sending him on his way, a family meeting ensued on that same morning. 


By the afternoon, her parents, had taken her for an emergency evaluation of her condition on the grounds of her immense improvement. After running an hour's worth of tests, the Doctors at the center determined that Glynis' condition and muscle atrophy had greatly diminished and that she was rated according to the North Star Ambulatory System as having a mobility of 1 (on a scale of 0 to 2) for 14 of the 17 activities evaluated during such a test. Essentially, over the course of the four months since her last evaluation, she'd improved enough to achieve unsupervised outtings, absent of the usual required presence of a caregiver. Sally would however remain under their family's employ for the time being, but have her hours of presence reduced from a full day, to a half a day in the morning, leaving Glynis free to pursue unsupervised outtings. 


All of this of course was thanks to the secret presence of Gallea. What she did not know however, was that Gallea since having encountered the girl and her pug, had undergone changes to her own being.


On the same night that followed the day of Glynis' tests at the medical center, Gallea had once Glynis was asleep, disappeared into the area surrounding the city. The very same places with which she was familiar.


She sat on the boundary wall of a roundabout, invisible to the rest of London and the night that surrounded her, as she recalled a distant memory. Whose memory it was, she was unsure of for it included people she'd never seen with Glynis, and even involved her operating of a motor vehicle for one such person.


She was tall, in an imposing and almost amazonian way. Six feet tall at least, and with long golden hair and streamed down from her head and onto the shoulders of her body suit, flowing more like a waterfall than in strands. Her body suit was made of some kind of high-tech material and clung tightly to her body, though not in a revealing way so much as utilitarian. It was however quite appealing in an artistic sense as much so as it was fashionable.


Her hands were on the wheel of this car, a rather posh Bentley which drove like a dream, though in all honesty she could not remember ever having driven any other vehicle or model.


There was a man seated in the back who was somehow familiar to her. He was older than her own form, though she could not tell for certain for her own sense of temporality was still absent. He wore a black hat with a flat rim, and a black petty coat atop of his shirt and tie.


He sat quietly, the shadows of the back seat and roof keeping his face hidden from her as she peered at him through the rearview mirror.


"You know what we must do my dear, don't you?" asked the man of her, his face still hidden.


"In all honesty, I can't recall who you are, or even who I was," she responded to him honestly, as her memory had not included any details of her previous history beyond Glynis' body.


"You need not concern yourself with yourself. We are only concerned with two things my dear. Getting the girl and getting the dog. You do remember this place, don't you?" he asked her as their Bentley rounded the inner ring of the roundabout.


She suddenly recalled speeding around a corner with a bus in hot pursuit of their vehicle. A woman with shoulder length blond hair in a long black trench coat clung to its side, as the bus careened towards the outside of its sharp turn, nearly tipping over onto pedestrians on the nearby sidewalk.


The blonde haired woman in the trench coat, in a sudden feat of strength and acrobatics, poised herself perpendicular to the sidewalk extending out from the side of the bus. She then ran along a brick wall on the other side of the walkway, keeping the bus from tipping over onto the pedestrians or ploughing into the sidewalk and through them.


The woman Gallea saw seemed familiar to her. She recalled the blonde haired girl next to the Japanese girl with the pug, and weighed as to whether they might be one and the same.


"Nel... Nelony...?" Gallea mouthed the name as she journied through her memory.


"That name means nothing! It is only the girl and her dog that we are concerned with!" the man asserted to her aggressively, the shadows and darkness in the backseat seemingly spreading as his temper flared.


Gallea became so fixated on the rearview mirror and the man's sudden rage that she lost control of the car. The car skidded through the roundabout and out across a barrier and onto the nearest exit, knocking another car off of the road.


She then turned her attention to the front of the car as a tremendous flock of birds impacted the windshield. The sounds of their thudding bodies colliding with the layered glass was constant and unnerving as another woman floated down from air amidst the birds, and attempted to pierce the windshield with her booted feet.


For moment, between the feathers and bodies of birds, Gallea caught glimpse of another blonde haired woman. Her face was older, that of an adult and one nearly into her mid-thirties. She wore a beige long coat and an earthy green shirt and pants beneath it. Her hair was longer than shoulder length, and streaked with dashes of platinum and auburn brown, appearing almost like she were a clerk at a health food store, or the modern version of a hippy. She could have in fact as easily been wearing paisley, though Gallea assumed that interpretation of her memory and recall to be as such as a result of the Hitchcockian presence of birds.


She became so terrified during the memory that she tensed, and her foot extended onto the brakes of the Bentley. The car skidded sideways, colliding with the brick wall alongside of the road, sending the woman and her birds into the wall. All of those who collided, slid down its surface and did not get up.


Gallea awoke with a fright, once again looking out through Glynis' eyes as she finished her evening dinner.


"You're back?" Glynis could feel Gallea's presence once again.


"I am? Oh. I am," Gallea responded, now very confused by her experience and the flood of recent memories by which she'd been bombarded.


"You'll be happy to know that I managed a short walk today. To the grocery store and back, all by myself and even with a bag of vegetables!" Glynis said proudly as she put her utensils across her empty plate.


"I didn't know that I was gone that long..." Gallea once again seemed confused.


"Well, thankfully I made good progress because of you, but I'm thankful that I didn't have to rely on you all the same," Glynis responded, carefully getting up from the table and sliding her plate onto her forearm, balancing it as she took it over to the open dishwasher.


"I can help you with that," Gallea offered.


"No. Please? I want to do this for myself. I'm so grateful that you helped me to get this far, but please let me do this? For me?" Glynis stopped, the plate and utensils balancing precariously on her forearm.


"Alright, but I'm taking you for a walk tonight. An evening stroll, just you and I. Alright?" asked Gallea as Glynis resumed her goal of loading the dishwasher with her dishes and of her own effort and motor control.



The Walk Into Darkness



The sun had already long been down by the time that Glynis had left her home. She'd taken with her a special belt mounted walking light, which clung to her hips and remained relatively stationary as she walked, mostly without the assistance of the cane thanks to Gallea's help.


At her relatively quick pace, they exited her parents' home community and were on their way south along the road towards the Shepperton Open Water Swim.


"I really like it that you've taken such an interest in walking recently. I never got out much in this direction before. Its nice," Glynis said to Gallea, whose senses were focused on the road ahead as they turned east.


"This little lake is really quite picturesque. Very quaint all considered," Gallea responded as they continued along the darkened road, their ears already raw with the sound of crickets.


"Look at this home... Its absolutely gorgeous!" Glynis said as they passed a line of trees that had shrouded the property from the west.


As they passed by the front yard, the full breadth of the entryway into the house came into vision.


"That's a big one. I bet you could have some fun in there!" Gallea remarked as they passed the home, the motion sensing lights coming on as they rounded the end of the walkway.


In the backyard, which sat closest to the lake, they could hear the sound of squeaky barking, as if a dog had gotten itself caught in its leash.


"Did you hear that?" asked Glynis of Gallea.


"That sounded like a dog in need of help!" Gallea remarked, already playing into the secretive plan enacted by the man from her previous memories.


Glynis stopped, turned around and began walking back towards the front walkway when she spotted a latched wooden gate  near the side of the house allowing access into the back yard and dock areas.


"The ground looks a little awkward here... could you please...?" asked Glynis nervously as she spied a  landscaping work area around the side of the house that was half-way finished.


A few deep holes and some piles of gravel screening pocked the pathway into the back, worrying Glynis as they ventured forth.


Gallea positioned her essence within Glynis in such a way so as to reinforce her strength and to give her added agility. Glynis immediately felt the difference, her muscles suddenly ceased their nearly constant aching atrophy and became solid and unyielding.


"That's quite the difference..." Glynis remarked, not even needing the cane as she easily navigated the rough surface that would have posed difficulty even for those not struggling with her same health challenges.


Out of interest and amusement, she climbed the tallest of the piles of gravel screening, and slid down the other side, miraculously without stumbling or falling over.


"Easy there..." Gallea elicited out of concern.


"Sorry, but that was fun. I've never done that before..." Glynis responded with a big smile on her face.


When they rounded the corner of the house and found the backyard gate, they once again heard the anguished barking of a little puppy, not fifteen feet from where Glynis now stood. She unlatched the gate and began making her way around to where she heard the puppy.


Her hip light caught sight of the small pug, whose tail began waving frantically as he tried to touch down with his front paws, as he balanced precariously on his back paws. Glynis immediately saw that the dog's leash, a rather long run of line, had become tangled in the back deck's rail, and had basically left the poor pup without slack enough so that it could stand on all four paws. It instead had been forced to stand on two for the last hour, though the leash wasn't wrapped around the puppy's neck, but rather his chubby little abdomen.


"Oh, thank goodness. The owner used a body leash, so he should be alright..." Glynis leaned down and began untangling the puppy's leash until eventually she found the end. 


When she had, she quickly wrapped it up in her arms and led the dog down to the dock, where the puppy quickly relieved himself (both number one and two) and then tried to pull Glynis down to the nearby sandy shore of the tiny beach.


"Careful. I know I can swim, but I'm not certain if I'll be able to swim for you..." Gallea warned Glynis, who nodded affirmatively in acknowledgement.


"As much as I'd love nothing more than to try it, I'll leave that one on my bucket list for another day," Glynis replied jokingly as she urged the puppy back up towards the deck to where she'd seen both a dish full of food, and a water dish nearby.


As she got close to the back sliding door, another motion sensing light came on, this time illuminating the home's rear entryway into the kitchen and lavish dining room area.


Glynis examined it with intense interest, admiring the polished granite floors and the pastel walls, each  section of which presented a work of art, employing immense use of the golden ratio for their placement, and asymmetry for their esthetic.


"This is... absolutely remarkable. Who could live here at this place?" asked Glynis when the light from a vehicle that had entered the lake road from the south illuminated the deck upon which they were standing as the school bus drove up and towards the front entryway, stopping just outside.


"Looks like we're going to find out first hand..." Gallea remarked, keeping a close eye on the puppy.


Glynis instead of running for the front, decided to take a seat on one of the chairs on the back deck. The puppy upon her doing so leapt up and onto her lap, walking in circles several times as he attempted to make a bed for himself before flopping down onto his chomps and watching the interior of the house from her lap. His eyes flicked back and forth between the kitchen (whose lights had just come on), and Glynis, who watched calmly as the house's owner, accompanied by a slew of others arrived at the sliding door.


A pretty Japanese lady stepped out onto the back deck through the sliding doors, leaving it open for her friends, all of whom followed.


"Is everything alright?" asked Mila, looking to the thin blonde haired girl who now sat on a chair upon her deck.


Happiu~isuka's tail began waving, though he made little effort to get up after having spent that time trying to make it comfortable, not to mention his exhaustion from having spent an hour balancing on his back paws.


"I'm Glynis. Your puppy here? I heard him barking as if he needed help, so I came around the side of the house and found him tangled up in his leash. I hope that you don't mind?" asked Glynis of Mila, as Wes and Shaela looked around to make sure there was nobody else hidden in the yard.


"This is the only house on this stretch of road. What were you even doing here?" asked Nelony defensively as Neville stepped out from the kitchen, shoving another snack cake into his gullet.


"I'm sorry if I scared..." Glynis began responded, when Mila noticed the cane leaning against the back railing of the deck.


"Is that yours?" asked Mila, pointing to the cane.


"I'm sorry. Yes it is. I don't often walk this far but I've had a few good days recently..." Glynis explained to Mila.


"Well thank you for rescuing my little friend here. He certainly seems to be very grateful, if not a little tired I imagine?" Mila smiled as she leaned over to smother Happiu~isuka in attention, if not robbing him of every last shred of his dignity in front of their new house guest.


"Is everything alright Mila?" asked Mrs. Trufflebury, her husband Paul just behind her as she peered out onto the back deck from the sliding kitchen doors.


"Thank you so much for a wonderful evening Mrs. Trufflebury. I think we're alright here. My puppy just had a little tangle issue, but someone from the community nearby managed to rescue him..." Mila assured her teacher.


"Alright. Does anyone else need to be dropped off?" asked Mrs. Trufflebury of the crowd.


"We'll be staying here tonight if its all the same?" Neville suggested, looking to Nelony invitingly and then to Mila.


"There's more than enough room. You're all welcome to if you'd like," Mila invited them.


"I'm game for that," Wes responded.


"Me too. We could tell some ghost stories out here by the dock..." Shaela savoured the opportunity.


 "Alright. We're going to take the rest of the students home. We'll see you next week then. Monday at 11 in the AM. Don't forget..." Mrs Trufflebury left with Paul, and the two of them got on board the bus, which then drove off with the six remaining students into the night.


Glynis began her attempt to get up, first grabbing her cane and then trying to coax Happiu~isuka from her lap. When the dog refused to move, Mila took notice and began laughing.


"The invite applies to you as well," Mila offered.


"Sure... I'd love to stay. I'm Glynis by the way," Glynis held out her hand, though Mila nodded a few times and bowed for her.


"I'm Mila. These are my friends Shaela, Nelony, Neville and that upstanding fellow there is Wes. Everyone, meet Glynis," Mila introduced her to them and vice versa.


"So what's the cane for? A fashion statement or something?" asked Neville, checking it out for himself.


"Becker MS, actually..." Glynis responded, causing Neville to nearly fall over as he leaned onto the cane in jest.


"I'm so sorry... And just when I was almost cured... I didn't mean that either...!" Neville responded awkardly, Nelony of all people suddenly jumping in to save him.


"Don't mind him. He has a horrible case of foot-in-mouth disease. Potentially progressing into a second stage, if he keeps it up, at which point it becomes a case of girlfriend-absentia," Nelony joked with Glynis, who laughed at both of their antics and her attempt at saving face for her boyfriend.


"Keep in mind that's coming from a woman who holds regular conversations with birds," Neville responded in his own defense.


"Alright. If you're staying, I've got to get to being a good host. I've got a full fridge and cupboards. Some drinks too if you're of age and health?" Mila asked her guests as she stepped into the kitchen, waiting near the sliding doors for their orders.


"I'm going to help her, because I already know she's going to prepare a platter. I'd rather spend my time and company with our host as well, rather than have her waiting on us all the time," Shaela offered, stepping into the kitchen with Mila.


"Surprise us!" Wes suggested.


"I love surprises!" Nelony responded.


"Me too!" Glynis smiled, this being the first night in her life that she'd been invited by friends as a guest to an emerging dinner party.


"This sounds fun!" Gallea added, though nobody except Glynis could hear her.


"Alright. Take a seat and make yourselves at home, and we'll have this party started in no time. I take it you're alright for a drink too Glynis? Any medication issues or risks?" asked Mila of she opened her fridge.


"I should be alright for a few. I haven't taken any thing for the last couple of days. I've had a sudden bout of good health actually. Good timing too, seeing as I've never been out, especially to anything with friends or a party or anything like that," Glynis responded.


"We're honoured that we could be your first," Wes smiled to Glynis as Shaela arrived with the first tray of their drinks.


"Oh these look good! Did you make these little umbrellas Mila?" asked Nelony in reference to the little rice paper umbrellas that Mila and Shaela had adorned a strawberry with atop of the daquiris they'd made for the women.


"They're part of a kit actually. They're cute, aren't they?" Mila responded from the kitchen as she began organizing the food on the nearby island counter.


A moment later and Shaela brought out a pair of pint glasses, one each for Wes and Neville. They contained expertly poured Sapporo with a shot of Rose's Lime Cordial.


Glynis took a sip from her drink, and then quickly sat up and pulled her phone from her pants pocket, rousing Happiu~isuka from his slumber upon his smelling their drinks and the food whose aroma had traveled through the kitchen doors out onto the deck.


"Hi Mum? I'm alright! Really. I must met some friends from around the corner. You know the big home over by the Shepperton Open Swim? Yes... Her name is Mila. Well, she and her friends invited me to stay for a dinner party... Alright. If I need anything, I'll give you call. Thanks Mum, Dad. Love you both," Glynis finished her conversation and then pocketed her phone just as Happiu~isuka jumped down from her lap and made his way over to the kitchen doors.


"So Mila, what do you do?" asked Glynis of her, getting to her feet and walking only slightly with the help of her cane.


"I'm a visual artist. Mostly painting, but I do sculpting as well. If you give me a bit, I'll give you a tour,"  Mila offered as she prepared their food.


"I'm taking an arts program myself, at the medical center?" Glynis revealed to Mila.


"That's wonderful! I didn't even realize they taught there. What's your favourite style?" asked Mila of Glynis.


"I really love doing pastel work. It seems to fit with the limited motion of my fingers. I tend to use the heel and cuff of my left hand. Can't really do detail, but I've learned some amazing techniques for making what I call faded detail," Glynis told Mila, taking a sip from her daquiri.


"Oh, that's good!" Gallea responded to the sudden sensation.


"Very good!" Glynis added aloud, to which Mila smiled as Shaela cut a line of asparagus beside her.


"She's clinically cheerful. I'm not," Shaela looked at Glynis with an edgy smile, causing Glynis to giggle slightly.


"You're into industrial dance or something?" asked Glynis, now intrigued by her style.


"Gothic industrial. Legacy and modern. Siouxie. The Damned. Belfegore. Nitzer Eb. Love and Rockets. Cabaret Voltaire..." Shaela dropped a few names.


"Never heard of them..." Glynis responded.


"Neither have we..." Nelony added sarcastically from the table on the deck.


"Are you kidding me? They're so cuff! You've got to hear them..." Wes spoke up in their defense, getting up from his chair and making his way over to Mila's stereo.


He cued up one of Shaela's playlists over Mila's Mac Air Drive, and hit play.


...


Out of doors on the other side of the house and down the street from the front walkway, a car pulled up and came to a stop on the side of the road. The driver engaged the parking break and turned off the engine, taking her keys with her as she stepped out.


"We're only going to be here for a short time?" Susan asked of her guest.


"No. We're going to be here for a good time. We need that girl and that dog, and I've already got an insider working on it," Susan's guest responded to her brashly.


"And if I don't go along with your plan?" asked Susan.


"Then they'll find your car here by the side of the road a few days from now, but no body, as you'll have been completely devoured by my friends by that point. You remember the ones. The creepy crawly ones? Shadowy? Non-corporeal. Carnivores from an alternate plane?" she reminded Susan of what had happened in the bathroom of the city buildings only a few days earlier.


"You can use those things to frighten me, but you're taking on a handful of people. Youth from what you explained. How can you, who has no body whatsoever, rely upon me, who has no skill useful for what you're seeking of  me?" asked Susan, suddenly realizing that logistically speaking, her body guest was in way over her head.


"You're my body. I'm your mind. Just follow my lead and you'll find that you have abilities beyond your wildest imagination..." Mianamor explained to Susan from inside of her body.


"Lets get this over with," Susan Gardener stepped away from her vehicle and along the side of the road in her heels, as she approached the front walkway of Mila's house.


"The place is lit like a strip mall! You expect us to sneak in there?" asked Susan.


"No," Mianamor used Susan's body to weave the air around them, drawing elusive fibers of energy from the air and folding them over and onto each other perpetually until they began to resemble shadows.


She then forced them downwards, streaming from her fingertips into the ground, where they crept until they reached a nearby utility pole. The stands of darkness climbed the pole upon reaching the wires, spread throughout the community. A few seconds later and the power grid for the entire quadrant of south west London was blackened and without power.


...


As Wes went to return to his seat, the lights and music suddenly stopped, and the darkness of night hit them like a wall.


In the kitchen, a red light suddenly flickered on, and Mila looked to a closed cabinet built into the wall.


"Don't panic. Just a power outtage. Wes? Can you check out my backup here?" asked Mila of Wes, whose technical skills surpassed her own.


"Sure. You've got a backup?" asked Wes, shocked by the prospect.


"The house came with its own generator, so rather than have it removed, I simply had it upgraded, but I've never used it. That's where a handy fellow like you comes in," Mila smiled at him through the red light, and Shaela kissed his cheek softly as he passed them both on his way to the cabinet.


Meanwhile, Nelony had by that time found her way to Glynis, who stood motionless in order to avert any disaster that might befall her should she attempt to walk without seeing anything.


"I've got you love," Nelony grabbed her hand, and guided her back to where Neville was seated and from there, found her seat and tucked her into it.


Outside, another group of red lights came on.


"Found the backup lights. Still trying to get the generator to work..." Wes navigated the generator's console via the four cursor keys.


He found a portion of the system menu, and activated the generator. The kitchen lights came on, as did the appliances, and out back, the speakers once again came to life:




To be continued in Tales of the Sanctum:  Era of the Spellbound Episode 6: Learned Yet Lost


Thank you for reading my writing.


And yes, there will be much more Siouxie Sioux, Cure, Bauhaus, Love and Rockets and Nine Inch Nails, for darkness can often be light of a misunderstood kind...


Brian Joseph Johns
https://www.shhhhdigital.com
https://www.shhhhdigital.ca

Credits and attribution:


Special Thanks To Rocket Fuel Lakeshore Blvd West, perhaps the best place in history to get a coffee, circa 2001-2004. Miss you all very much.

Artwork: Amy WongWendy PuseyGhastlyBirdman, Brian Joseph Johns, Daz3DUnreal Engine...

Tools: Daz3D, Corel Painter, Adobe Photoshop, Lightwave 3D, Blender, Stable Diffusion (Easy Diffusion distribution), InstantID, Sadtalker, Google Colaboratory, Microsoft Copilot (Windows 11), Hitfilm, PhotoPea (a great web based Photoshop stand-in if you're on a low budget or in a pinch), Borderline Obsession...


Deepai.org Various AI based on demand artwork and images via text prompt or image enhancement


DeepSeek AI for suggestions on exercises to improve aspects of describing scene and settings with a more sensory focused grammar.

InstantID by: Wang, Qixun and Bai, Xu and Wang, Haofan and Qin, Zekui and Chen, Anthony. Research Paper Title: InstantID - Zero-shot Identity-Preserving Generation in Seconds.

Sadtalker by: Zhang, Wenxuan and Cun, Xiaodong and Wang, Xuan and Zhang, Yong and Shen, Xi and Guo, Yu and Shan, Ying and Wang, Fei.
Research Paper Title: SadTalker: Learning Realistic 3D Motion Coefficients for Stylized Audio-Driven Single Image Talking Face Animation.

Gratitude: Our Mentors, Senseis, Sifus, Sebomnims, lifetime inspirations, family, friends, the Nomads (ask Stanton about that one), the Music, the Movies, the Theatre, the Arts, ASMR, (both YouTube and Bilibili and the many other creators on those platforms), the Gaming and Developer communities and of course, the audience.

Martial Arts (in the words of real experts and at least one comedian): https://brucelee.com (home of the real Dragon and an entire family of inspirations), http://iwco.online International Wing Chun Organization (International presence of a very scalable intensity martial art, protected and developed by Shaolin Nun Ng Mui) and the alma mater of Jinn Hua's own specialized variation thereof, https://iogkf.com International Okinawan Goju-Ryu Karatedo Federation (even Hanshi had his teachers), https://itftkd.sport International Taekwondo Federation (Here there be Taegers), https://tangsoodoworld.com Tang Soo Do World (the path of Grandmaster Chuck Norris), https://www.aikido-international.org International Aikido Federation (how else would Navy Chef Steven Seagal liberate a Nimitz Class Aircraft Carrier from a team of hijackers?), https://www.stqitoronto.com Shaolin Temple Quanfa Institute (The City Of Toronto's own Shaolin Temple), https://www.enterthedojoshow.com Master Ken's Ameri-Te-Do presence (If we can't laugh at ourselves, then we can at least laugh the loudest at others, and other Zen)

Magic (performance, illusion and perhaps the real thing): Magic Week Archive (I'm currently growing this section so stay tuned)

Special thanks to AitrepreneurMickmumpitzHugging Face and the YouTube educational content producers, including those catering to the AI content production pipeline and of course AlphaSignal.

Shi Heng Yi Shaolin Training For Self Mastery 
A reknowned Sifu under whose tutelage you can study the theory and practical applications of the Shaolin Arts for health, physical and mental wellbeing in every day life

Shi Heng Yi Shaolin Training For Self Mastery 
A reknowned Sifu under whose tutelage you can study the theory and practical applications of the Shaolin Arts for health, physical and mental wellbeing in every day life

Jesse Enkamp: Karate Nerd
Jesse, a reknowned Sensei who runs his own dojo, explores the world of Martial Arts, traveling to many exotic locations to meet practitioners of a variety of different arts

Sensei Rokas: Martial Arts Journey
A reknowned Sensei of Aikido who in seeking to understand the roots of Aikido and its applications, seeks to stress test its effectiveness in a number of real world situations while studying its history

Seamus O'Dowd
An extensive growing archive Katas, Techniques and Waza (mostly Shotokan)

Iaido: Train For Katana Mastery Like Samurai 
The original weapons focused curriculum under which Samurai became masters of their art

Tapp Brothers Exercise For Better Motion 
Extensive courses for calisthenics and body strength, stamina and flexibility

Special thanks to Canva for inspiring other creators and giving them the tools

Special thanks to Captain Crunch and his wonderful sister!

Special thanks to Bandcamp for giving indie music artists a home under one roof

Something to give you perspective: The very first teacher had no formal education, didn't graduate and was self taught, but only because they had no other choice. We do.

This content is entirely produced in Toronto, Ontario, Canada at 200 Sherbourne Street Suite 701 under the Shhhh! Digital Media banner.