Hi again. Brian Joseph Johns here.
I just got back from shopping (groceries, cat food, CBD and a bottle of wine) and was it ever one of the worst experiences for stalking I’ve ever had. So much in fact that I pulled a Peter Finch from the movie Network and actually ranted about it on my balcony. I’m sure the shockwaves will be felt, though thankfully it was very civil and truthful.
First of all, I want to explain that I’m not a Freemason, or a Rosicrucian or a Gnostic, or a member of the Hell’s Angels or the Black Panthers or any other outlaw organization, nor am I a Jehovah’s Witness or a member of Prince Hall. I’m not a Mormon either. In fact, I’m not a member of any form of Christianity whatsoever (including Catholic or Protestant), or any western religion for that matter. I’m not a member of the Salvation Army either. I’m not a Scientologist either. I’m not a member of any “pyramid scheme” (there are some HOotGD knockoffs that are essentially that: pyramid schemes and counterfeit Freemasonry that can be very destructive to the lives of the victims they affect). I’m not a sex offender nor a paedophile.
Even though I rely on CBD as form of stress relief, I am not a member of 420 (we’re going to be dealing with a lot of green here today). I’m not Jamaican. I’m not Irish and I’m not Italian either. I’m heterosexual and not transgender with all due respect. I’m not mentally ill, or jealous and nobody is controlling me except me, and I’m Brian Joseph Johns. I don’t have a “brown fetish” in regard to skin colour, and never have. My love interest is actually Southeast Asian (though not Filipino with all due respect).
The only reason that I state such a thing as what I’ve stated above, is because when I make a statement, I generally don’t rely on the fact that what I say could or will be interpreted as meaning the exact opposite of what I expressed, which is generally how many of the aforementioned groups are regarded when they express anything. Some or even most of them So essentially, what I’m saying, is that I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Both here in this post (which isn’t a work of fiction), and in real life. I’m a resentful believer in gravity, and very much in support of the idea of entropy being one of the asymmetric markers of the universe in terms of being the arrow of time.
One of the reasons that stalkers, especially in a city like Toronto stalk people is as part of an effort to take the credit for their efforts by provoking them to behave in ways that appear to contradict their better nature, because many of these stalkers believe that they or their friends “remotely control” people by misusing the teachings of the Kybalion or related esoteric teachings. Basically, the idea is that if you as a person attempt to do any modicum of good in life, the members of these stalking cults do everything they can to provoke behaviour or reactions from you that contradict the nature of being the kind of person who would do those things, essentially in order to justify taking them from you and giving them to the credit of other people, usually members of a collective or a criminal organization that “erases” people.
The idea is that these stalking cults often spy on the computers of those who work alone, in a home office, and those doing the spying are often connected to organized crime and using illegal surveillance equipment and the cooperation of corrupt officials to achieve those ends. The idea is that if there’s nobody at home to witness you working on something, that you’re an easy target for the theft of your work, especially if its creative or intellectual property, because most of the people who do this spying are doing so solely for the purpose of stealing it directly from the source. This includes if you advocate or donate money to charity, these people who spy on you will essentially take over your identity, or imply to their network of people helping them to conduct this illegal surveillance that your computer is theirs, and the rest of the community complicit with this activity will do nothing to stop it, and there is a lot of corruption backing it, including from unions.
Even my revealing this will be stolen by these groups and then given to the credit of people who actually have nothing to do with being victimized by them, or with investigating, and most of those people will falsely be claimed to be undercover officers or even FBI (which is kind of bizarre seeing as Toronto is in Canada, well beyond the jurisdiction of the FBI). I’m talking about Toronto, Ontario, Canada and this isn’t a case of love/hate, because I don’t hate Toronto, but I certainly don’t love it either, especially when a considerable portion of the population within are behaving in this way.
So basically what’s happening in my case is that a bunch of people in Toronto have been stealing the claim of my content and attributing it to people that have nothing to do with its creation, while I get stalked and abused by the people trying to steal it from me.
Today, they added the effort of stalking me over the fact that I shopped at a Cannabis supplier store known as Value Buds, to buy my CBD edibles, which as I stated earlier, I sometimes use for stress relief. By the way, none of this post is written under the influence of any substance (a quarter glass of wine toward the end of the post at around 2 PM on Friday). In Canada, its cannabis is entirely legal, though I don’t consider my use of it to be recreational, but rather more as an effective means to deal with stress on the level that I typically do, especially with regard to experiencing stalking which as I stated mostly targets me as a means to take the credit for my efforts and attribute them to others, including attributing my writing and stories to others as well.
Regardless, that is something I won’t put up with, and though I haven’t been writing as often as I used to, as a result of this latest attack upon my person, I will be ceasing all writing, with the exception of update posts and the occasional rant for a period of three months. I won’t return to writing until sometime in early January.
One of the things that I wish to clarify is that nothing on Shhhh! Digital Media is written by anyone working at or residing as a client at Dixon Hall Heyworth House Homeless Shelter in Toronto. The truth about that is that I was a resident at Heyworth House between 2008 and 2012, before receiving my current housing on April 19, 2012.
I published my content online the following month and my life as a blogger began from there, including publishing my novels and short stories (one of which was the original Moving On, as well as A Lady’s Prerogative and Stories From The End). I literally worked my way up from the absolute lowest that one can be, and it appears that the either the circle of people from whence I came, or the circle of people to whose community I arrived, conspired to steal my effort, my work and content from there beyond, including employing illegal means to spy on my person, and received assistance in those efforts from seemingly corrupt participants in infrastructure and some of the clients thereof.
I literally worked my way up from living and sleeping on the streets, and working every single day during that time, and after finishing a day, falling asleep on a bench, or sleeping under a bench if it was raining particularly hard that night. During the winter, I slept outside for the entire winter, including during three weeks of record setting cold. I lived through that, waking uop every morning at 5 AM and working every single day, until a social worker convinced me to give a particular shelter a chance.
The motive for this cult harassing me today, was because they wanted to provoke a reaction to make it appear like I am anything but like the kind of people who are part of the Sanctum Seclorum, and they really poured it on thick to achieve those ends and as I stated, they literally used these methods (harassment) and colour symbolism in an attempt to make it seem like I have nothing to do with my own writing and that my writing originates from or is inspired from them and their behaviour. That is exactly why they spy illegally on people’s computers and they are organized crime and corruption working hand in hand.
One thing these groups attempt to achieve is the idea that if they carry the weight of your heaviest burden, that they are you more than you are yourself and this is the foundation upon which their justification of identity theft is based and why they illegally spy on the people that they target. They’re literally trying to take away a person’s identity and assign it to someone else, and replace it with someone else’s still, based upon the consistency of your reactions. So the members of this cult literally are identity thieves, not stealing a person’s actual officially documented history, but their reputation and their social identity, though identity theft might occur after their victim has passed away.
Their form of identity theft also targets the meaning of your name, and how much you are consistent with that meaning, versus someone else and if you break the meaning of your own name, by contradicting that meaning in some way, the members of this cult will attempt to steal it from you.
I know that this is a lot to throw at you right now, but these are people who are literally trying to make my post appear as if it contradicts being the person who wrote Autumn in Alivale, or anything else of from the reading library of Shhhh! Digital Media, which is located in Toronto. I worked for Frank Avianca, a movie producer and director from New Jersey, who opened a digital movie studio in Canada at 2733 Lakeshore Blvd West in 2000, and he and I spoke about groups of this nature that conduct themselves that way, and was a part of the apparatus at that time that was investigating such activity.
Apparently consistency auditing between a person’s reaction to harassment, and a comparison of their previous works is also another way that stalking cults justify stealing the creative and intellectual property of the people they victimize. This was also something that Frank Avianca and I spoke about a great deal, as it was a very big aspect connected to issues related to the development of such properties especially back in 2000, when those stalking cults were first learning how to combine the tools of the internet and their previous traditional methods as means of property theft.
As a result, I am taking down Autumn in Alivale and I won’t be publishing again for three months, except as I stated, the occasional update and rant.
Oh, and I’ve never used cocaine or crack cocaine in my life, or heroine or methamphetamine and I’m certainly not using it now.
I’ve never hired a prostitute in my life as well, and nobody in Regent Park or Toronto or anyone that I’ve met in the last fifteen years inspired the Sanctum Seclorum or Butterfly Dragon at all. And there is no transgender writer of anything on Shhhh! Digital Media and never has been, though I support LGBTQ2 rights, I do not support the rights of anyone who doesn’t support my rights. I am a heterosexual male by the way and always have been, but I’ve always been supportive of the LGBTQ2 community, however its ironic how some groups show their true colours when the people who protected them are in need of protection. I feel very betrayed, and Darren O’Brien has nothing to do with Shhhh! Digital Media, and I didn’t grow up in Allenbury Gardens and hate isn’t love and love isn’t hate.
I’m not Scottish by the way, with all due respect. I’m not on the brown team at all and never will be, though I am certainly not a racist, like someone trying to attribute all of the content on Shhhh! Digital Media to someone with brown skin, when the writer is not of such a culture. That sort of thing is very much racist and a hate crime. I am not Sean by the way and I’m still Brian, the “strong protector” as my name means, but I believe its wrong to protect people who are essentially undermining your individuality, identity and existence by attempting to take over aspects of your life history from you, while denying you of your own identity. That’s criminal.
17:40 EST Saturday October 9, 2026 To the person at my door, I don’t want to answer. After being stalked and harassed by the comunity and my subsequent rant, I don’t really feel like speaking with anyone. Oh, and just because I don’t answer my door, doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone home (and therefore isn’t me working on Unreal Engine). This cult does things of that nature, where they illegally spy on your computer and then knock on your door, and if you don’t answer the door, then their assumption is that it wasn’t your apartment or computer where the activity they were tracking was being used. In other words, someone else’s apartment and computer because you didn’t answer the door. Just to give you an idea of the methods they use to steal the creative and intellectual property of others, and they conduct this as a criminal collective and their surveillance is illegal, and most often they’re connected to religion or organized crime, or both. 200 Sherbourne Street in Regent Park, Toronto seems to be rampant with that sort of illegal monitoring and activity, not to mention to justify spying on a person they often swap that person’s identity with that of a sex offender. I believe they did that sort of thing this morning when I left to go shopping, because I passed a person on the street whom they often use for this purpose whose name is Clarence.
I’m Canadian Welsh by the way, and have very pale skin just like in the photographic image below. In fact, that photo is me and untouched by AI. My computer isn’t the “brown” computer and my love interest is a Southeast Asian woman (not Filipino), not African or Caribbean.
Brian Joseph Johns
