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Tales of the Sanctum: Era of the Spellbound - Episode 9: The Tarot Be Joined
by Brian Joseph Johns
The Virtuoso's Instrument Of Choice
Susan Gardener's car pulled up to the curb where Neville was already waiting, holding a slice of half eaten pizza in a paper tray. He reached for the door handle and opened it and sat in the passenger's seat and looked over to Susan, who at this moment happened to be Mianamor Selembrosi.
"You didn't happen to get one for me, did you?" she asked him, looking over to him seductively.
He rolled his eyes before he spoke.
"Miss, you should have called me and said you were hungry," he quickly deflected his clear inability to think about anyone but himself.
"That's alright. You can eat that. I'm going to a drive through, and then we're going to our favourite park to have a little talk," she responded, pulling her car out into the late morning Shepperton traffic.
"What kind of a talk?" asked Neville, his mouth full as he chewed his pizza.
"Lets just say that its high time you started to learn about certain things in life. Things that will help you find your place amongst your peers in this new Sanctum that you're creating. I mean, it must be hard for a boy like yourself to accept the fact that you're one of two men who are part of a coven, and that the very nature of the weave doesn't seem to favour men as much as it does the women," she wove her words carefully.
"I can learn it! What, are you saying I'm not smart enough?" Neville asked her, sounding slightly offended.
"No. Not at all. Any more than I see you at some point in the future feeding a baby from your breast," she responded deftly.
He sat breathing heavily as he chewed his pizza, waiting until he'd chewed it all and swallowed it before he spoke again.
"We're not feeding babies! We're learning the art of... how to bend things in the world into what we want!" Neville responded, lowering his voice slightly as it to assert himself as a male.
Miana turned into the driveway of a drive-thru restaurant and pulled up to the intercom.
"May I take your order?" a voice emerged from the intercom.
"Yes, I'll have a large chicken salad, a side of fries and an orange juice please," Miana ordered for herself.
"Get me a large soda? Uhhhh... lemon-lime?" Neville asked her just before she pulled away from the intercom.
"Mister, you should have told me you were thirsty and I would have ordered for you," she said to him sarcastically with a smirk on her face.
Neville opened his mouth, revealing the chewed pizza to her.
"You're disgusting! You know that?" she said to him as he laughed.
"That's exactly what Nelony says to me..." he smiled as he spoke, still chewing the last of his pizza.
"Miss? Could I also have a large lemon-lime soda?" Miana asked the girl on the intercom.
"That's one large chicken salad, a side of fries, an orange juice and a lemon-lime soda. How would you like to pay?" the girl on the intercom asked her.
"Credit please," Miana responded.
"Thank you for your order. Pull up to the pick-up window if you could please," the girl on the intercom requested.
Miana drove Susan's car to the pick-up window and paid for her order. Shortly thereafter, the man working the pick-up handed her a bag of food and a tray for their drinks.
"Thank you," Miana waved as she pulled the car into a parking space, and got out with the bag of food, and walked around to the passenger side to where Neville was seated.
She tapped on Neville's window and he opened the door.
"What?" he asked her.
"Get in the driver's seat. I'm going to snack on my fries, and you're going to drive," she said to him.
"But I don't have a permit yet..." he responded to her.
"Yes you do. You left it at home," she said to him as he sat in the seat.
"I just said I left it... ohhhh. That permit. Your right. I left it on my dresser," he smiled and stood, getting out of the car and walking around to the other side and getting in through the driver's door.
"You've driven before, right?" she asked him.
"Yeah. A little bit..." he responded.
"Alright, lets see. Get us to the parking lot just outside of the park," she ordered him.
He backed the car up, turning it slightly as he did until he lined up with the exit driveway. He then put the car in forward and pulled out of the driveway and out onto the road as Miana put his drink in the driver's side holder.
"You're tense," she said to him.
"No I'm not! You're tense!" he responded tensely, as he gripped the steering wheel, revealing his white knuckles.
"Just relax, and get us there safely. Pay attention, and follow the rules. We're at a disadvantage with you not having your permit on you, so you shouldn't try anything too risky. If you had your permit, I might encourage you to break the rules, because rules were made to be broken," Miana advised him, waiting until she'd finished her statement before eating another fry.
"No they're not. If we break the rules, we end up in jail," Neville exclaimed, suddenly very wary that he might be driving too fast or miss a sign or not stop correctly at a traffic light.
"That we do. I've been there before myself," she revealed to him.
"For how long?" he asked her.
"Three years," she responded.
"What did you do?" he asked her, almost ready to panic as he drove.
"I tried to assassinate a programmer working on a Quantum based AI system. She was a woman in her thirties, just like me. Beautiful. Ambitious and intelligent. But in choosing that line of work, she didn't know that she'd made powerful and very secretive enemies. So they hired me to snuff her life out and make her disappear," Miana explained to Neville, doing nothing to alleviate his growing tension.
"You're an assassin?!!!" Neville panicked.
"I was at one time. I'm a reformed assassin," she responded.
"How were you caught?!!!" Neville asked her, taking great care in doing a shoulder check as he changed lanes.
"By Shaela," she responded to him with a smile.
"You mean our Shaela?!!!" he asked her, now on the edge of anxiety.
"No. The other Shaela. The one I told you and your friends about. After a trial, they sentenced me to hundred years in the Sanctum Seclorum holding facility. After three years, I escaped shortly before the catastrophe that ended their world. Me and Gallea," Miana revealed to Neville.
"So, these people that hired you, were they the Nortmans?" he asked her.
"You meant Norbids. No. They were something very different. You'll soon learn that this world isn't made up of or governed by any one all powerful body of people. Its in a constant state of flux between many groups, who are all vying for the reigns to the world. The Norbids are one, and this other group, Oculo Mentis, was another. There are many more throughout the world, and in every level of society and with different levels of awareness about each other," Miana explained to Neville, who'd calmed ever so slightly.
"Why are you even telling me this?" Neville asked her as he pulled up to a traffic light.
"Because, you need to know these things if you're going have a part in it," Miana explained to him, popping another fry in her mouth.
Neville turned the corner and quickly made his way over to the left side of the road, and pulled into the driveway of the parking lot and parked her car.
"Excellent job, I do say so myself. You kept yourself together well, even when I was pressuring you with that recollection from my past," she accepted the keys from Neville and got out of the car. Once there were both out and the doors were closed, she engaged the alarm and accompanied Neville over to the only free picnic bench in the crowded park.
"So, you've killed people before?" Neville asked her cautiously.
"Yes. More than a few. Made them disappear in the worst possible way," she admitted to him openly, freely assuming that he was ready to know.
"Doesn't that bother you? I mean, knowing that there are people... dead... and disappeared because of you?" he asked her, his face in a state of shock.
"No. I was made that way. Not born that way. I suppose if things would have happened differently for me when I was taken to become a Disciple of the Shadows..." Miana was cutoff by Neville.
"Don't you mean the uhhhh let me think. Oh! The Order of the Night Wytch?" Neville confirmed with her.
"No. That came later. When I was tasked by the Disciples of the Shadows to infiltrate the Sanctum Seclorum. You see, Shaela and I, we have a unique connection to the Shadow weave. We are prodigies, though the Disciples of the Shadows and Order of the Night Wytch each have a very different moral compass from one another. The way I saw it was that we were like the two sides of darkness. The side you hope there is, and the side you hope there isn't," Miana spread the contents of her lunch bag before her on the table as they sat in a part of the park away from most of the crowd.
"So is this a part of what you're teaching me? Today's lesson. The one you told me you were going to show me when we got to the park?" Neville asked her, his expression changing to one of enthusiasm.
She shook her head in disgust over the fact he'd scalded her over her past, and was now behaving like an eager puppy dog, waiting for the next treat. A sentiment that entirely missed his notice.
She then looked around the park, and spied a man seated on a bench all by his lonesome. He was a man in his late forties. A bit hefty around the waist, and thinning of hair, but a very friendly bespectacled pale face. He adjusted his glasses as he read the news on his phone, pausing to take a sip of his tea.
"You see that man over there?" Miana pointed him out to Neville.
"The bald guy in the glasses?" he confirmed with her.
"He's got a bit of hair, but most of that is clinging for dear life. He's been a... project of mine, you could say," Miana opened her salad, grabbed her fork and began skewering bits and pieces of it and popping them into her mouth.
"What? You mean like me?" Neville asked her, both checking out her chicken salad, and her cleavage at the same time.
"No. A very different project, and yet one whose crescendo has come to arrive on this very day. You see, he's running for office, and he plans to put our staff, at the school board, out of work, and replace each and every one of us with a rather right wing lot. One that sides leans more towards Norbid ideas..." Miana spoke only when she'd had no food in her mouth. She then quickly took more on her fork and put it into her mouth, chewing quickly before speaking again.
"Politics is a dirty game, especially when there's tension or political war between two parties as there is in my case, or should I say Susan's. Now seeing as Susan is my well being, I can't allow her to lose her employment, for she'd spend months finding a new job and likely at a much lesser salary, so I've opted to assist her party with these issues, and before you judge me, keep in mind that the Norbids play the same game on their side of the political sphere. They too have some form of dirty trick up their sleeve, so you could say that my intervention is necessary, but perhaps slightly uncouth," Miana put her fork on the table and looked in the direction of a group of youths who were kicking a football around in the field behind the bench the man was seated upon.
"You see those youths there? The ones of colour, kicking the ball around?" Miana asked Neville.
"Yeah. They're not hurting anyone..." Neville responded uncomfortably.
"Not currently, but they have been. You see, they don't want him in office either, but for much different reasons than those of our party. Some of them have friends, who how could you say, rely on the harm reduction services that are hosted at various sites closer to the downtown core of London, on out of the way streets. He plans to close them all, in the hope that he'll earn the vote of London area small and big business, whose finances are sometimes affected by issues arising from those in need of harm reduction services congregating near such businesses, and even occasionally committing theft or other crimes against those businesses. So these youths, and others have taken to giving that man over there, a very difficult time, which is in essence a pressure cooker," Miana took her time and laid the issue very carefully before Neville.
"So what's the point? Why are you telling me this?" he asked her.
"They're the aggressors. He didn't say anything to them to instigate a war or conflict, and yet they've been conducting a very secretive war against him, of almost constant harassment around the clock. There are few who are aware of this war, except for those conducting it, and him, and yet all the pressure is upon him not to react to the wiles of his assailants. Your lesson is, that you're going to see how world often secretly works. How these youths, and the others assisting them in wreaking havoc upon his life, will not likely lead to anything bad for them. In fact, it will completely ruin that man, and it will completely benefit those youths. The funny thing about this is, that those youths and everyone participating in it, they know that already, because they've done it before and to many others," Miana explained to him.
"So they're like one of those groups vying for the power of the world?" Neville asked her skeptically.
"At this scale yes, but shortly, you're going to see how that plays out in the scheme of things... and how secretly harming others can actually benefit the people who do so, while destroying the ones they do it to," Miana revealed to Neville.
The youths suddenly stopped playing ball, one of them picking it up and throwing it as hard as he could from behind at the man seated on the bench. The ball flew through the air and hit the man in the back of the head, sending his glasses flying as the rest of the youths laughed.
"Sorry sir, it was an accident..." the one who threw the ball did his best to stifle his laughter.
What happened next was like watching day turn instantly to night. The man stood up from the bench, and walked over to the youths, furiously so and to the extent that Neville imagined seeing froth flying from his mouth, like an animal suddenly stricken with rabies.
"You damned kids! You and your people have always been a big problem for this city, and I'm going to change that!!! I'm going to make you pay for how you treat this city and its people! Your people aren't going to get away with this!!! I'm going to hire more Bobbies than you can deal with, and put your little asses in jail, every single last one of you!!!" he screamed at them at the top of his lungs, like a man who'd just reached his limit.
Neville watched in amazement as the scene unfolded, while Miana casually at her chicken salad.
"That's been building up pressure for some time. About six months, of their around the clock abuse of him, but they do it so secretly that he has little recourse. And so the pressure builds and builds and builds and then one day KABOOM! It all comes out in one giant eruption... but this is only the beginning. Like the earthquake that happens at sea, that's not the real danger. Its the Tsunami afterwards," Miana explained to Neville and then she returned to eating her salad, barely paying attention to the scene.
The man was ranting like a maniac, getting in the faces of the youths and his words left his mouth like an exclaimed vitriol, that had been fueled by their months of day and night hate pollution directed towards his life.
Others in the park now took notice, and began gathering where the man was confronting the youths. One of them, upon seeing the older man confronting these men in their late teens and early twenties became upset himself.
"Leave them alone! Can't you see they were just playing!" he yelled at the man.
The rest of the crowd began to join in, and started yelling at the man to leave the youths alone, which encouraged them further to intimidate the man.
He turned and yelled at the rest of the crowd, and then back to the same youths, and the one who'd thrown the ball at his head.
"You're a disgrace to this city, and to this country! You and your people!!!" he pointed with his index finger as if it were a blade, attempting to pierce the younger man's chest.
"My people? So this is about my people?!!!" with that the younger man wound off and struck the man in the face with his fist, and when the man had fallen to the grass, he fell on the man and began punching him furiously.
The crowd gathered around the man, and watched as the younger man hit the older man a few more times, before getting up and fixing his shirt on his body.
The crowd then began cheering for the younger man, who smiled and raised his arms above his head, like the boxer who'd just won the match.
None of them paid any attention to the badly bludgeoned man on the grass. Instead they praised the man who'd just bludgeoned him.
Their phones had of course caught every second of the rant and altercation that arose after, and the cheers continued from everyone, of every colour.
"And that, is the way of things Neville. That man who just bludgeoned the older one, his life and career is set already. He'll live a life of luxury and success because everyone sees him as the victim, when in truth, he and his other friends were the perpetrators. Most of the others, who don't share his culture, they're embarrassed and will be to associate themselves with the man bleeding on the grass. They won't want to be associated with his racial rant, so they'll go the exact opposite extreme, and stand up for the younger man who assaulted him. By the time the footage from the phones makes it to the news, the older man's career will be permanently done, due to the public backlash against him and the party he's with. It will for a time, reinvigorate a racial movement in support of that younger man's culture, and most who take part in it will be those not of his culture, who bear racial guilt of their own and are doing their best to distance themselves from it, and to ensure that everyone thinks they're not of the same ilk as the man bleeding on the grass. You see, how this situation will become a vehicle that changes the very face of this city, and maybe even if the news gets that far, the world. Don't you see the irony in it? He was the victim, and look at how it all unfolded. If we were standing, and I was to push you, your natural instinct would be to resist, which means you'd excerpt a roughly equal force in the opposite direction. The harder I push, the harder you resist in the opposite direction. Then, I step aside, and you fall over into the extreme of the opposite direction I was pushing you. That is exactly what they did to him, but the world will never know. They will only know that the older man was a ranting racist, and the younger man was the victim, and all of Susan's problems are now solved," Miana took a moment to illustrate her point in words, as Neville listened to them carefully, gaining some insight into the way of the world in the process.
"When you were driving, and I suggested that we could break the law to get here a little faster? You instantly reacted by clinging to the law, and that was my intent, to ensure we both got here in one piece so we could see this lesson of the global classroom. Now do you understand?" Miana asked him, pushing her cardboard container of fries in his direction to offer him the remainder.
"You really know stuff, don't you?" he responded in his usual Neville-like manner.
"My friend, I'm a virtuoso," Miana replied, and then remained silent as she finished her chicken salad.
To be continued...
To be continued... and I don't play guitar. I've never owned a guitar, but as I've stated, it is a very expressive instrument in the hands of a skilled player. The modern violin and harpsichord rolled into one. If Mozart were alive in the 1980s, he most certainly would have been a guitarist. If he were alive today, he'd probably be a DJ.
Me? I'm a keyboard and piano player, without the aspect of having taken or borrowed that impression from anyone else.
Written by Brian Joseph Johns and this is Shhhh! Digital Media at https://www.shhhhdigital.com or https://www.shhhhdigital.ca in Toronto, Ontario, Canada at 200 Sherbourne Street Suite 701.
Credits and attribution:
Special thanks to Udemy, whose courses I have relied upon for the last few years to allow me to grow my skills at my own pace, even finding time between my frantic work pace here at Shhhh! Digital Media.
Thank you to ComfyCloud, whose web based desktop interface and cloud based rendering solution is one of the best solutions I've found yet. I first learned of ComfyUI from YouTubers MickMumPitz and PixelArtistry. If you're looking to get into using AI on your local machine under ComfyUI, then I'd highly suggest checking either of their sites for tutorials covering the topics you'd like to explore.
Thank you to Grok AI (via ComfyCloud) who was the key artist behind: (Danger Tiger), (Tea Reading), (Sailors at Port), (King's Court), Tarot Cards: (The King of Pentacles), (The Page of Swords), (The World), (The Inverted Hanging Man)
The image of the glossy red nail polished thumb holding the inverted tarot card was sourced from Paloma Glow, and in accordance with the Creative Commons 4.0 license, as found by this search on Google under images, where the license details are indicated.
Thank you to Kling O1 Image (via ComfyCloud) who was the key artist behind: (Nathalie and Gwendolyn).
Thanks to this Reddit post for the interpretation of The Hanged Man Inverted.
Special thanks to Perplexity AI and their Comet browser, who have recently become a part of my software toolkit. Their AI powered helpers accelerate your research, reference at every step of the way, not to mention built in tools for content generation, though Shhhh! Digital Media does not rely on text generation for any of its stories, though I do work with AI for suggestions, and scientific accuracy of concepts in Butterfly Dragon, and for delving into the more esoteric traditions of mysticism that are aligned with the story and background of Era of the Spellbound.
Special Thanks to the Natural History Museum in London, England and of course to the Royal Ontario Museum in my own home of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
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 Wong, Wendy Pusey, Ghastly, Birdman, Brian Joseph Johns, Daz3D, Unreal 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...
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 Aitrepreneur, Mickmumpitz, Hugging 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.
