I am 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.
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An Unveiled Past - A Veiled Future
- Change Comes in Small Packages
- Gillie's Cards Speak (Coming soon...)
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Tales of the Sanctum: Era of the Spellbound - Episode 9: The Tarot Be Joined
by Brian Joseph Johns
An Unveiled Past - A Veiled Future
Since the beginning of time, and our perception thereof. From the first moments that we became aware that something through which we ventured on this journey was forever ebbing away. Gone, regardless of the direction we took any step. Forward. Backward. To either side. Or even if we simply remained where we stood. Our time behind us was gone and the time ahead of us yet to come. Constantly in motion along an axis we could not yet perceive, even while we were perfectly still.
We realized that our vision allowed us to see things that had come to pass, for we could recollect them, and often did as dreams and nightmares. We relived them through our mind's eye. As memories of what had come and gone. Of the things we'd wished we'd done when we had the chance, or the things we'd wished we hadn't.
Regardless of this ability of recollection. Of reflection upon what had come and gone. We could never reflect upon what was to come.
And yet, if day has the night, and they seem so opposite to one another, and we can experience both, then why can't we remember the future like we can the past.
We started looking. Trying to find ways to do so. For clues in nature. In patterns. For a long time, we made headway in discerning the symbolic cues given us, but when it came to deciphering and wielding knowledge of what was to come, we made little progress.
And then, something remarkable happened. In the Mid and Far East of Asia. Where rapid progress had bought much time for the contemplation of the natural world. To the realization that there was a pattern to the way of things. There were clues for us hidden in the most obvious of places and deep within the darkest depths.
Recognizing patterns was our first clue, but what the East gave us was the ability to recognize their opposite. The opposite of pattern.
That which does not repeat in a discernably predictable manner, either in nature or in causality. There must be something that is not repetition, for its everywhere in nature, and yet there is something so similar about everything in nature despite its seeming dissimilarity.
Someone who noticed, heard the noise of a stream. The water trickling, and its sounds a garble of absence of any kind of pattern. The opposite of pattern or as very nearly as causality could produce. And yet others on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, who heard the sound of the crashing waves, became introduced to it as well.
They called it noise. Without pattern or structure.
Without meaning or precedence.
Therefore, somewhere in between that noise, and pattern, there had to exist the clues of what was to come.
At first, philosophers who were ardent students of nature, observed the bubbles in their tea, and how in each cup of tea, no matter how carefully poured, that there occurred the shapes of bubbles and they were different every time.
There was action upon form, and it yielded something between noise and pattern.
For many years these philosophers contemplated this, and observed nature and coincidence between the two, eventually adapting their manufactured noise and pattern into various different approaches and with each of them, they slowly interpreted and adapted to a means of predicting change and its very nature.
Yarrow sticks were initially used, of a variety of possible lengths, and they were drawn without knowing their length, to form resolute noise and pattern and deciphered to interpret the nature of change.
The bleached bones of a bird were dropped to the dirt. The action of dropping them upon the form of the earth revealed noise and pattern and there within, predictions became visible to those who could read them.
Within this paradigm, a hidden language began slowly to reveal itself. Painstakingly meticulous, the observations of these first seers into the hidden language of the universe, and as if through osmosis, the same insights began arising in other parts of the world, and from many different cultures.
A vast secret of immense power was the ability to remove the veil from that which was to come.
In another part of the world, this noise and pattern and where they met, produced something else. The Portuguese arrived with it on the doorstep of Japan in the form of playing cards. Stuck in a trading port and in unfamiliar territory while awaiting repairs to their boat, the sailors of those ships had little else to do. And so they played cards with the Japanese workers of these ports, and taught them to gamble with the cards, and an immense spark was ignited at that moment that led to many other places within those same shores, and in each of the cards of their hand of their games were written that future. Regardless of it being a tool for gambling, it still held the secret language hidden between noise and pattern.
On the other side of the world, where the crowned heads and the clergy of Europe bickered and often fought over the minds and real estate of Europe, perhaps from the same insight that had permeated the Far East of Asia, those craftsmen whose craft it was to make playing cards, began to notice the same thing about the nature of noise and pattern, especially as they were revealed through something so simple as the dealing of a hand.
They too began to explore the cards, realizing that each of these hands, whether they were part of a game or not, contained clues about the nature of what was to come. Many years passed and those who studied such phenomenon did so in secret, and in doing so, uncovered one of the greatest mysteries of the universe.
Some feared that power. Citing its birthplace in a deck whose primary use was for gambling, an activity highly regarded as the devil's claim. They of a more zealous origin who speculated that the origins of this hidden language were from hell itself, and the Satyr beast form of the devil, and with this idea gaining traction, it became dangerous to use cards for such purposes, except for those of the highest privilege in the land, who employed those who understood this language as their seers, while those of lesser resources and stock, were left to study in the darkness, trusting few with the knowledge of their practice of scrying, to avert the risks of being labeled as in league with the devil.
Through the ages, and through the courts of many royals, the cards changed from the form of those used in gambling and gaming, as these seers and artists worked together to transform their philosophy with the alchemy of pre-modern archetypes. Though ultimately still in the hands of the wealthy and powerful, these works of art became synonymous with the activities of many secret societies who sprung up during the middle ages and into the renaissance, when these specialized works of art in the form of a deck, went from being the secret weapon of royal courts, to an amusement and pass-time in the age of scientific discovery.
Their immense power and hidden secrets forever veiled behind the mask of the archetypes, the works of art that inspired them, and the secret language hidden between noise and pattern that is the tarot.
That power once upon a time, found its way to a young girl as a gift she received on her fourteenth birthday. Two years later, and after six volumes on the subject, Nathalie was ready to introduce her friend Gwendolyn to her favourite deck.
Change Comes in Small Packages
Spring
Six years ago
Nathalie pulled into the driveway in her 2014 Honda Civic, parking in the two car driveway beside her father's Land Rover. It was a warm spring day, in fact the warmest on record for over sixty years, and her attire reflected the weather as she wore a pair of fashionable loose fitting white shorts, and a lavender blouse which went well with her lightly made up face.
She opened the screen door and stepped into the house, quickly kicking off her shoes and grabbing her favourite pair of slippers and proceeding in.
"Hi Gwen. I thought I heard you. How was your day at Getaway Games?" her father asked her as he arrived from the back hall to greet her.
"Good. It was mostly quiet though. We took the lull in business we had and did an early inventory. Came out ahead thankfully. Oh, I picked up a new Scrabble board for you and Mom! I forgot it in my backseat, if you'd like to get it?" Gwen leaned over and gave her father a light kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks sweetie. There's some mail for you there by the way. Looks like it traveled a fair distance to get here..." he said to her, pointing to the kitchen table where a package about the size of box of banker's cheques sat, many stamps adorned its face.
"Oh goodie! Look at that! I wonder what's in it?" she said excitedly with a smile on her face as she approached the kitchen table and picked it up.
"I shook it a few times, but it didn't make a sound. Maybe its a stack of cash?" her father joked.
"Oh if it is. Just in time to give it all away to my insurer..." she said as she began unwrapping it.
"I'm just going to get the Scrabble from your back seat," her father disappeared out through the screen door as she got the last of the packaging off of the box.
"Could you grab my water bottle? Its in the front, in the driver's seat tray," she yelled to her father, placing the box on the table and carefully lifting the lid from it.
There within was a carefully folded piece of eight and half by eleven heavy paper, the kind best for writing with a pen. Beneath the paper was another sealed box (inside of the first). She took the paper and unfolded it and was greeted with elaborately decorative calligraphy, styled in a combination of the Olde English style, and what appeared to be like Sumi-e brush strokes, giving the writing a mystique all its own. She took the letter in hand (carefully not to risk smudging the ink), and proceeded to read it as her father arrived with the freshly shrink-wrapped Scrabble game in hand. He placed Gwen's water on the table as she began to read aloud:
Dearest Gwendolyn,
I am writing to you from my new home and residence in Shepperton, by the Thames, here in the wonderfully historic and scenic United Kingdom.
I moved here about six months ago and have been thoroughly enjoying it, though I can't tell you how much I miss Belleville. I hope that they're still taking loving care of the turtle pond, and if the weather's nice enough before you leave, could you go there and take a few photos for me?
I could go on about many other things I miss, but you're probably by this point wondering who in the world I am. Well, to answer that question, we need to go back about a year and a half, and to the Belleville Art Association. I don't know if you remember, but you were working there when I had my first exhibit, and you were one of the curators' assistants who helped me to get setup for the presentation. I was the girl fortunate enough to have at that time attracted the attention of a wealthy beneficiary, or at the very least, one of his representatives. A rather tall fellow, with greying clean cut hair? A fellow who walked with a rather ornate cane.
I had spoken with you before meeting this beneficiary, and as a show of my gratitude for all of the help you afforded me, I wanted to invite you to my parent's place, with a date to give you my thanks. After we spoke, I was approached by that same beneficiary, and he made an offer on one of my paintings that very much changed the fabric of my life.
Its been a long journey to get to this point, and there have been many changes along the way, but I am very fortunate to have have destiny smile upon me that day, and I always since that time wondered how you'd fared on your journey.
Given the fact that I am now established in a way where I can afford to reach out to the people who've done me a good turn, especially those for whom there was no indication of there being a gain from having done so, other than the exhibit of the kindness of their own heart.
I very much know that the reward for any act of the heart's grace, is in having done it, but perhaps some of us who are in the position of excess can appreciate our power to reward acts of that nature in some small and humble way. I believe that doing so affords humanity a degree of hope into the future and beyond. So it is that I'd like to invite you here to Shepperton to visit with me and stay while you visit for as long as you'd like.
I have provided two paid tickets to London Heathrow from Kingston, via Norman Rogers Airport, and I believe that there is one stopover at Pearson, before a direct flight to London from there. Its one fairly long flight, but at this time of year, the weather is improving immensely and I believe that you'd enjoy it.
The tickets are dated for two weeks from now, but I've made arrangements for you to change them to a more convenient time easily as they are first class. You only need to confirm with me at the number I've provided on the attached business card and I'll either make arrangements for you, or I'll come pick you and your guest up myself.
I also seem to recall you having an affinity for a certain form of esotericism. I've included a little something that you might enjoy on that note.
R S V P
Sincerely,
Your grateful friend
Mila Ren Dubel
Gwen carefully folded the paper up and placed it beside the box on the table, already considering having it professionally framed for her bedroom. She then proceeded to open the second box contained within the original one, and there within were two airline tickets in a fancy gold sleeve adorned with the Air Canada logo. A pink business card with Mila's artist's signature was tucked in beside the tickets.
Gwen put the tickets down, a look of disbelief upon her face as she focused on the unmarked box within. She quickly removed the shrink wrap and opened the box, withdrawing a another. A black box with the word Royal Tarot embossed upon it in gold foil writing.
She opened the this final packaging carefully so as not to scar the box or the writing, and pulled a fresh deck of tarot cards from it. She carefully fanned through the cards and found that they were works of art within, each part of a hand crafted set originally commissioned by the House of Tudor, and traditionally updated every fifty years since, with a new deck produced by commissioned artists. This most recent was produced on the same year as her birth, and at that moment she was twenty-one years old.
"Well? Are you going to go...?" her dad said to her, putting the Scrabble board down on the table a distance away from the opened packaging.
"But what about my job? My car? I mean, I can't just pack up and go..." Gwen suddenly seemed stressed that so much change had arrived in such a little box.
"Why not? Gwen, there are times in your life when you have to just take the chance. Here's an opportunity to visit another country. Part of Europe. I bet you could even turn this into a European tour if you wanted. You're young, and there's so much to do, and I know you. If you turn your nose up at this opportunity, you'll regret it. Not now. Not next year. But ten years from now. Twenty. You'll wonder what you might have missed out on, even if your life is going great," her father stood close to her, and kept his soft encouraging eyes upon her.
"But... What do I do if I lose my job? What if I can't get a flight back and I end up having to stay there? What if...?" Gwen began to shake and then cry.
It was just too much for her all at once.
"Awwwe honey. What if you lose your job? What if you can't get back here until a year from now? We'll still be here. So will your job. So will all of that stuff that you seem to think will disappear if you take a chance and have a little adventure in your life. You know, I used to really love working all the time at the bank. A desk jockey. I was one of the top sprinters in high school, and I went from that to being a desk jockey, in Toronto. One of my friends, one that I'd gone to school with called me from here, and insisted that I come out and visit him for a weekend. He'd done well for himself and he had a few lake toys to play with. A fast boat and a parasail. I almost turned him down, but then I thought, what have I got to lose? What's wrong with getting out and having a bit of fun every once in a while? I decided to go, and when I was parasailing with my friend, one of the girls who worked at the marina asked my friend about me and he said: why don't you ask him yourself? And so she did. You know who it was?" he asked her with a big smile on his face.
"Mom?" Gwen wiped one of the tears from her face, a smile peering in through the clouds.
"Close. It was Melissa. Your Aunt, and she was asking on behalf of your Mom. Now, if I didn't take that chance, I wouldn't be here on this very day that my daughter received a letter from someone who is grateful that she was born. Grateful enough to give her a gift that few people might ever receive. You earned it. So take it and enjoy it. Besides, you never know how it might work out for you and Rory," her father rubbed her shoulder.
"Rory and I are taking a break..." Gwen seemed a little bit pained by his having mentioned Rory.
"I thought you and him were... Didn't you go out with him just a few nights ago?" her father confirmed with her.
"Dad, that was like a month ago. I caught him. With another girl," Gwen said to him.
"Oh, honey. What about Nathalie? She'd love to go!" her father said, continuing his encouragement of her.
"..." Gwen looked down at the envelope containing the airline tickets, and then to the tarot cards.
"Ask the tarot..." her and her father said at the exact same time.
Gillie's Cards Speak
To be continued...
I am 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 (via ComfyCloud) who was the key artist behind: (Danger Tiger), (Tea Reading), (Sailors at Port), (King's Court).
Thank you to Kling O1 Image (via ComfyCloud) who was the key artist behind: (Nathalie and Gwendolyn).
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.
Brian Joseph Johns