Tuesday, October 30, 2018

A Strange Night...

Brian Joseph Johns
200 Sherbourne Street #701
Toronto, Ontario
Canada M5A3Z5
Well it was a strange night on Monday (Tuesday October 29, 2018) for certain and that's a vast improvement though there still was a bit of harassment from neighbours and others likely trying to steal or swap my identity according to their definitions for colours. Think of the movie The Player and the troupe that follows Richard E. Grant's character everywhere he goes trying to extrapolate "floating essences" from people and objects using nothing more than the symbolism of colours and you've got the picture. A great movie if you haven't seen it.

So I spent the night a little more inspired than usual, working on and recording several tracks of musical concepts for The Butterfly Dragon which I may use for future projects. I have Heylyn's Theme down and worked on a bridge made up of Weltherwithsp's theme, a brooding piece of much misplaced energy and then flowed into what will eventually become Alicia's theme.

Ironically all the while I worked on it, I was harassed by my neighbour in the next apartment who once again seems to believe that anything that other people do in a creative context is the result of the blood of superior people or cultures. So if you don't have this special culture or blood according to this belief, you cannot take the credit for your own efforts. Instead you must pay others for the rental price of their blood or spirit, which I'll never do. I also remembered that their problems or beliefs were not mine and hence nothing I have to carry for them. So I managed to work through that even while confronted by verbal harassment while I was in mid session doing a take on a track and still managed to get the tracks and arrangement done.

I listened to the results a few times and liked what I heard enough to keep it. Writing music can be that way at least for myself. Its like working on a sketch, which you pull out of your drawers every once in a while to fine tune and before too long you've given it everything you can hoping that it will hold up and keep it together. I hadn't played keyboard or piano for about eight months so my hands were naturally rusty, not to mention the fact that my keyboard hardware isn't the best in the touch sensitivity. So most of my initial tracks took several takes and a bit of cleaning up in the track editor. Surprisingly I only had to quantize one track if only to clean up a few pre-bar boundary anticipated notes.

When my payday rolled around, I managed to get my bills paid and buy some tools for the next level of story telling and presentation for Shhhh! Digital Media. I also bought a few toys too for myself.

I managed to get up early today (Tuesday October 30, 2018) and get some food and amenities at Dollarama to finish my shopping. Surprisingly I forwent my usual dinner and drinks routine and ended up not buying any booze. Not for any special reason like abstinence but rather for considerations of budget and the fact that one of the tools I purchased was listed in American dollars while I had thought it to be Canadian dollars so I ended up paying a bit extra but a large sum of the money went to charity so it all worked out good.

Yesterday for most of the day I worked on the new chapters for A Lady's Prerogative Book II: Wounded Aerth which was a big milestone considering I'd not added to nor edited the story since 2014. The changes really help flesh out the story of West View and Shaela's and Evan's efforts against the Strange Inquisitors.

Today's outing was a little bit fraught with my stalker's psi-ops tricks or attempts to "freak me out" though I kept calm. There was certainly an effort to swap my identity with that of someone else in the building. Every time I mention that my love interest is Mandarin Chinese, this cult tries to find someone else with whom they swap my identity. Often this is a person who too has a Mandarin Chinese love interest because this cult does not want it known for some reason that I exist or that I exist and my real life love interest is Mandarin Chinese. For some reason that's against the rules for myself despite the fact that I'm not a member of any religion that operates that way. I'm not on the blue team for certain and never will be. As a matter of fact I think that this cult is purposely trying to keep me "cool" or "cold" as a means to disconnect me from Chinese culture and perhaps force me in another direction. I can't be too sure if its Roman Catholics trying to subject me to Damnatio Memoriae, or if I'm just being shunned and disconnected by Jehovah's Witnesses or Scientologists. I'm not a member of any of those religions so I can't see why any of them would spend effort in those directions. They often attempt to swap my identity with people of a variety of cultures with which they associate the colours brown blue. Some of these cultures are Italian, Irish, African, Jamaican, Polish and Dutch to name a few. I'm not sure of why anyone would want to do that. I certainly have nothing against anyone on the basis of culture but it is a violation of my rights for anyone to change or swap my identity with that of someone else. Despite the fact that my love interest is Mandarin Chinese and she's someone with whom I've been in a relationship, I've still not had sexual contact with a partner of any kind for the last 8.5 years (if you don't count two kisses). When I make my mind I'd pretty hard to sway. It could also be that I'm damaged goods, not that good to look at or that this cult around me is literally trying to steal my existence from me, including stalking anyone who gets close to me that is not a part of their cult. That's actually why said Mandarin Chinese lady and I had to part ways. Because she was at risk of stalking from this cult, so our parting ways was to protect her.

So for the next little while I'll be working on a mix of writing, composing and coding. Hopefully I can get much closer to the finale of Wounded Aerth before midnight on Halloween. Ironically despite how long a book Wounded Aerth is, it is still shorter than The Butterfly Dragon I: Heroes Of Our Own, though I consider Wounded Aerth to be my most epic worthy piece of writing to date. In fact, it validates in plot and scale what the first book did for introducing the characters. I feel the first book lacked a bit in story line that made it to the final product and that it was redeemed by Wounded Aerth which really gets into the nitty gritty of the main characters.

Brian Joseph Johns

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