Wytch Hunt: Beware Of See-Saw Puppetry And Identity Theft...

 If there was any advice that I could give to others that would far surpass any advice that one could be given, especially when it comes to living in society and dealing with people, I'd say the best advice I have is to watch out for see-saw puppetry. 

I don't mean cloth puppets that you'd find on children's television. They're actually quite creative and a great form of expression.

I mean people who compete in groups to claim they control or manipulate other people, in such a way that is often associated with the symbolism of colours and the dualism of extreme emotions.

Consider that if you lean to one side with regard to any attitude and you express that in some way shape or form. If others could make you appear to lean in the opposite direction to what you'd already expressed, then how consistent are you with your own attitude and which attitude is you? 

If you contradict yourself, then which of the sides of that contradiction is the real you?

This is exactly what see-saw puppetry is all about and this is something that many people in society currently attempt to practice against others. The motive? To lay claim for the credit for anything a person accomplishes, by creating a dichotomy whereby such a person appears by way of reaction to contradict themselves.

If you express acceptance and tolerance, then you'll be provoked to express the opposite point of view not long after. If you've already been subjected to something of this nature for a long time, it can be a traumatic experience, which further compounds the problem of reaction to this activity, which can only be described as a form of social abuse.

Imagine that you've been psychologically abused for years by a group of people and that every time you experience situations leading up to the re-experiencing of similar psychological abuse, you panic - perhaps you experience an anxiety attack out of the fear that you are going to re-experience the difficulty associated with this form of social abuse that is veiled in the symbolism of colours.

Others would like have very little comprehension of what you're experiencing and the cause of such responses, and to them it would appear as mental illness or possibly even a personality disorder. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a member of any religion that is opposed to psychiatry or modern medicine so this isn't a shot at science, psychiatry or medicine at all. 

Consider that I'm letting you in on a very well kept secret.

What if I expressed an opinion, say something along the lines of the fact that I don't smoke at all. Anything. I say that here on this website and for one to regard me as being the same person that posts on this website, I'd have to be completely consistent with that claim in real life and in person (which I am). 

However, if I let someone else smoke in my apartment, that might be regarded as being different from my own attitude to imply that I'm not myself and not the person who runs Shhhh! Digital Media, and there are people who every day try to steal it from me, just as I'm sure that there's people that attempt to steal the works of other people every single day in much the same way. By breaking down any consistency with the attitudes consistent with one's work and expression, by creating situations that contradict that consistency in some way.

If a person seems relaxed and peaceful, then push them to the point that they're mean, intolerant and hateful and others will believe that they could not be the same person. Consider that the ability to manipulate people in that way is keyed by symbols, and what better and more accessible symbol than colours with which to accomplish such a task and a method that also lends itself to coordinating groups of people towards such an effort. This is the hidden language through which such efforts are achieved and that is certainly not to say that colours are bad. It is to say that like any aspect of language, they can be used for great good and great harm. You can build a house with a hammer, but you can also bludgeon someone to death with it.

My experience writing A Lady's Prerogative and The Butterfly Dragon has been a challenging one because at every step of the way I've had to deal with efforts like that which I describe. Efforts to take away my own identity. Efforts to take away my creations and to apply them as if the source from someone else's being and life despite the fact that I struggled many years creating these things. There's enough notoriety in what I do for others to claim the credit for it in some way. I'm pretty good at keeping my ears to the heartbeat of civilization and my empathy and intuition attuned to its being. Enough so that there are many others for whom it becomes like a trophy for them to wield, tearing it away from the person who actually created it by tricking others into believing an illusion, that is essentially nothing more than smoke and mirrors, though an illusion achieved at the expense of extreme harm to the being of those it victimizes and all in the name of greed and selfishness. Just to steal someone else's output and their very existence, erasing it and replacing the credit for the output of the erased. The story arc present in A Lady's Prerogative II: Wounded Aerth. Perhaps the story is more than just a story.

Last week, I expressed a very liberal attitude with regard to my personal attitudes about things, and yes its true, I'm fairly liberal when it comes to many aspects of society. I'm more of a live and let live kind of guy and always have been. Maybe a bit too red for the liking of some, and that's precisely where colour symbolism comes in, especially with regard to the colour blue. In Canada (where I live), the colour blue has a much different connotation than it does in places like the United States, South Korea or even Japan.

Its not very exciting to be easy going. Some might even see it as being spineless, which isn't the case depending upon what you've struggled for over the course of your life. But certainly, someone who has a reputation for being easy going in their earlier life who later in life appears much more rigid must be a contradiction in itself and there are many people who'd even claim that such a person is in fact no longer the same person in such a case. This is the very dichotomy to which I'm referring. One that happens on the scale of lifetimes, and one that happens on a daily basis where one starts out one way, and ends the day on the other side of the fence. In such a case, how could one claim to be oneself in the face of contradiction and inconsistency?

Let me ask you a hypothetical question. The question itself isn't hypothetical but the scenario used to describe it is. How you answer isn't so important as it is to whether you really considered the question itself.

You're invited to a party by a coworker or friend. A party with some of your peers or a few people whom you trust, though there are many, many people at this party and most of them are people that you don't know at all.

You're introduced to one of the people at this party. Let's call him Alex. Alex introduces himself to you, and during the introduction he steps on your toe, rather hard, leaving your foot feeling sensitive. He appears not to have noticed and rather than embarrass him or yourself, you choose not to say anything about it. You speak pleasantries for a few moments before Alex moves onwards to meet other people.

Many people at the party walking from room to room just happen to by accident, step on the very foot that Alex stepped on initially and in the exact same spot. As to whether this occurs by coincidence or deliberately, you have no idea. Seeing as you are in good spirits, you assume that nobody would be so crass as to deliberately aggravate the same wound on a person over and over again. Not only that, but how would a large group of people coordinate such a thing? So the possibility is almost nonsensical to you initially, but hours into the party and after nearly everyone stepping on the same wound, you start to consider that it has far surpassed the probability for it being mere coincidence. Not to mention, your foot is now not just sore, but injured internally. Possibly a cracked bone or a crushed nerve that constantly reminds you of its presence.

You do your best to be civil to everyone, despite the injury and the fact that just about everyone who walks by or stops to politely speak with you just happens to step on exactly the same foot and in the exact place of the injury. You even try sticking your other foot out a little further than the injured one to test to see if there's something amiss. To your dismay, the same injured foot is still being tread upon despite the fact that you've made it almost inaccessible compared to the other foot.

As another person walks by, a hefty person treads with great weight (and impunity) for your well being, he lands his foot squarely on the injured foot. You finally break, screaming in pain. You even yell at the person for doing so, and then you yell something about his weight. He stops, completely shocked by your statement and you become angry by the fact that he very obviously feels no remorse for having stepped on your wound. A verbal dispute ensues where you are the aggressor. You appear completely unreasonable to everyone else around you. The hefty man who tread so deliberately on your foot is calm and civil, and remains shocked that someone could be so angry towards him.

You finally calm down, and explain that your foot is injured because of a man named Alex and that just about everyone at the party tread on the exact same foot and in the exact place of the initial injury. You then accuse the people at the party of collaborating with the goal of causing a minor wound to become a major injury. The hefty man is shocked by the accusation, and Alex shows up in complete disbelief that you've accused him of such a thing. By relative comparison, you're livid while everyone else is completely civil and calm. Even the friend(s) that brought you to the party are in shock, though only one of them stepped on your foot out of the group with which you arrived.

To everyone else, you appear to be a psycho, or at least that's what you surmise of them. You calm down and then guilt sets in, and you apologize for over reacting and for insinuating such a conspiracy and before long you're enjoying yourself. You're able to be social and you feel like you're genuinely liked by many of the people there. You even feel happy and giddy too.

Another hour into the party and it all falls apart as someone else steps directly upon your injured foot. You go immediately from enjoying yourself to the edge of angry aggression, giving the person a look as if you're ready to rip their head from their body, and it angers you even more that they did not seem to notice both stepping on your injured foot and the fact that you are on the brink of conniption.

Another person walks by and steps squarely on the same injure and you explode. Fortunately you're not violent, but you lay into them verbally, yelling at them with little restraint. One of the people nearest you, speaks to someone beside them, saying "That's not Eric (assuming that's your name). That's Bob," identifying you based upon your sudden outburst and behaviour, rather than as the person you arrived.

You quickly claim that you are yourself and deliver your name verbally "I'm still the same Eric. I'm just upset!". 

One of them responds by saying "Eric taken. You're Bob. That's definitely Bob,".

Before you know it, the people at the party no longer recognize you as being yourself. You even notice someone else at the party who is being commended for an achievement at their workplace. An achievement that is remarkably similar to one of your own achievements. In fact, this other person has many other aspects about them that are suspiciously similar to your own life.

Meanwhile, you're treated by others as if you just got out of prison. Someone asks how you're handling your parole meetings, to which you respond by saying "I've never been on parole..." to which they reply "taken, I hope your parole meetings go well," they reply and quickly duck out on you.

From that moment onwards, you're treated not as yourself but as if you're someone else completely different from your own history, being and identity. Every time you become calm enough that it might contradict you being the person they're projecting upon you, Bob who is on parole, someone steps on your injured foot, and you become agitated and angry again, behaving very frigid and cold to everyone.

The friends with whom you arrived at the party start treating you differently as well. Over time, they slowly come to the consensus that you are not behaving like yourself. You try to explain to them what you're experiencing and what's going on, and another guest from the party, the same heavy fellow steps on your injured foot again. You become angry at him: "you did that on purpose!". He replies: "That's not Eric. That's definitely Bob. I'm sure of it,". You begin to have an anxiety attack, attempting to explain to your friends what is happening that making you react so differently from your usual, rational self.

Someone tells you that you don't have to feel ashamed of schizophrenia. You tell them that you aren't mentally ill or schizophrenic. One of the others at the party says "taken," as if they took the fact of your clean bill of health from you, and are giving it to the person being commended for accomplishments remarkably similar to your own.

One of the others says: "I have a friend that's mentally ill, I don't like your attitude about other people. I thought you were a really nice guy when you got here, but its clear you're a mean and miserable person. Eric taken,".

You become anxious again, trying to explain aloud what they are doing to you, hoping that your friends might realize and understand. They just look at you, puzzled by the situation unsure of what to do.

Alex arrives again and pats you on the back. "No hard feelings I hope. How's your foot now?" he asks as he leans in to take a look, he kicks the ankle of your other foot.

You decide to leave the party and go home. For the next few months, any time you interact with others, there's always three out of five people you encounter that step on your injured foot in the exact same place. Some of them on the other hand kick the ankle that Alex kicked before you left the party. Between these two injuries, they're both used as puppet strings to manipulate you. Whenever you appear kind or civil to others, very quickly someone steps on your injured foot or kicks your newly injured ankle. Sometimes when they do this, they show you something with the colour blue, or the colour blue often seems to accompany these harmful experiences.

After months of that, and the colour blue being present any time your wound is aggravated by one of these people, you immediately start to become anxious whenever you see the colour blue. Especially blue and white.

Whenever you experience that anxiety, or if you become short tempered when one of your wounds is aggravated, you're treated as if you are no longer yourself. The people who conduct this activity often claim that you are someone other than yourself, and that they've taken your name, or your phone number or your online identity from you and that everything you say and do belongs to someone else.

Years go by and you manage to hang onto your sanity (barely) though you are very sensitive about certain things. Your feet for one thing and the injuries sustained by repeated aggravation. You're sensitive to colours as well, and often are on the brink of anxiety when you see certain colours. If you're wearing black shoes and walk on floors of certain colours, the very same people who injured and agitated your foot injuries will take and replace some other aspect of your identity. If you experience anxiety or anger with this activity, you are once again denied your own identity and it seems that many people operate according to this methodology.

Years in, if you try to explain it to someone else, they have no contextual bearing at all and no chance of even coming close to understanding or comprehending what you're trying to say to them as an explanation. They only see that you're often in contradiction in terms of behaviour and sometimes your emotions, from any of your work or vocation online and therefore many people don't believe that you are responsible for your own accreditations or accomplishments.

Most of your childhood friends live far away, much like your family. So you live in a community with nobody that is familiar with you and no real friends. Some of your family behave in such a way that indicates they are a part of what you've tried to describe, and they act in the interest of painting you as if you have problems, while some of your other relatives, though they don't say it directly, they support you and what you're experiencing but can only help so much.

With you living and working alone, there is nobody to witness your work, especially if you're working for yourself or running a small business or building a company. So most of what you accomplish is taken from you and credited to other people around you, who wear it and your history and identity as their own. Meanwhile, you've been painted as if you're this Bob person, with a criminal history and substance abuse issues despite the fact that you don't even smoke. Its not that you're incapable of compassion for others, its more like anytime you soften up enough to express, someone walks on your injured foot or kicks your injured ankle, and presents you with the colour blue at the same time, which psychologically is associated with the experiencing of stress and pain, making you very prone to anxiety and possibly even Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Now consider that in a community that there are many people who possess these puppet strings of yours, and use them regularly to manipulate you. Not only that, but because of the fact colour symbolism is also involved, it too can be used from a distance through any medium that employs colour.

Now replace the physical foot and ankle injuries, with psychological injuries or trauma, created through circumstances and situations setup in much the same way, that don't incur physical injury but rather psychological injury in such a way that the mention of certain words, names or situations causes you serious stress. Those are your puppet strings. When you write something online that presents you in one way, these puppet strings are used to push you to contradict that nature in person so that whatever you do online can be given to the credit of someone else in your proximity, who wears your accomplishments as if they were your own. Locally and in your community, you're treated by others as if you are someone else other than yourself.

Anytime one of your true close friends or relatives tries to contact you, these puppet strings are used to make you cold and distrust them, though in some cases, some of them are using the same puppet strings purposely.

You write a book trying to explain this in the context of a story, and the credit for writing that book is stolen from you and applied to someone else's life, and most often that person is someone that is part of the group conducting this activity in the first place. So you're effort to expose it is identified with the very group perpetrating it. Then you are manipulated via the puppet strings I've described, so that you appear to be one of the people perpetrating it.

So you've exposed this, and they've taken it and turned the tables on you.

Also, when you expose things of this nature, you share them online but to your amazement, there is little internet activity on your website where you expose these things and where you share your accomplishments, yet these efforts seem to be known throughout the world.

You then find out that your computer is being spied upon in real-time, where whatever activity occurs on your screen is recorded and rebroadcast from another location, so that it appears to be originating from someone else's location rather than your own. The attention associated with your efforts is actually being credited to others and the more you attempt to explain this, the more the people responsible obfuscate it.

Soon, your explanations become so bizarre to people and so inconsistent with your own original behaviour that even the people who knew you and trust you start to believe the nonsense of this group that you're possessed or being remotely controlled by other people and that you are no longer yourself. Hence, the credit for whatever comes from you should go to the person who wins the competition where your behaviour seems to be most consistent with their personality. Either the most similar, or the most opposite to theirs.

If you read all of this and have considered it thoroughly, then you're very close to understanding what is going on.

Consider this: for me to have written this, I must be myself and must have been myself for the entire time that I've been experiencing this.

In A Lady's Prerogative II: Wounded Aerth, this is exactly what happens to the Wytches. They're painted by the Wytch hunters to appear as if they're possessed and acting in the interests of the devil, so that the Wytch hunters can collect lucrative bounties on them, and can lay claim to their material and intellectual properties after their sentence has been served and they are eradicated from the historical record. The crimes of the Wytch hunters themselves are often buried with the Wytches.

The alleged Wytch's behaviour is manipulated via puppet strings like I've described to create the impression that the Wytches are no longer themselves but are acting in the interest of the devil. Everyone else in the three town region or West View, Alivale and Sharlesbury are so afraid to side in protection of the Wytches for fear of being labeled as Wytches themselves, so the population dares not to oppose theWytch hunters, who are NOT affiliated with the official law enforcement of the towns but an independent, almost religious body with the backing of investors. The law cooperates where evidence points to the alleged Wytches being guilty of crimes in the three town region. Because the population is so divided on the issue and everyone is so terrified of being labeled a Wytch themselves, the Wytch hunters essentially have control of the situation if not for the few who are standing in opposition.

When the Wytches are manipulated to appear to be possessed, it could be said their behaviour is nearly indistinguishable from that of the Wytch hunters themselves, in the sense of their anxiety, sometimes anger and zeal. This creates the duality by which the Wytch hunters are able to unload their crimes onto the Wytches they fell.

The story has many applicable allegories, and this is certainly something that writer Arthur Miller hit upon with his play The Crucible. A Lady's Prerogative II: Wounded Aerth, though not so nearly a classic certainly indicates that element of the paranoia of the Wytch hunters and the paranoia of being deemed a Wytch. The irony is that the Wytch hunters are the puppeteers and the Wytches are innocent citizens, with their own frailty and imperfections being labeled as Wytches, as a land grab, a grab of personal, intellectual and creative property and as a grab of history and identity.

As much so, my own personal experience is very present in that book, though I struggled with communicating it effectively. Each of the main characters certainly make up what I felt empathetically for others through my experience and the frustration of law enforcement to maintain order and justice, while remaining objective in spite of nearly overwhelming odds against the insanity of a full blown Wytch hunt.

I can say one thing for certain: there is no feeling in the world that quite describes what it is to be denied of your own being, existence and identity as your social footprint is erased and your very expression of this fact is taken over from you by others in your midst. Others who wear your expression as their own, and replace what they take from you with their crimes and then try to justify doing so.

Tell your stories to your audience so that they may benefit from your experiences, but ultimately live for yourself.

Brian Joseph Johns