In this day and age it is common to Google someone, almost by instinct. Type their name in and see what the font of all wisdom returns. This is not generally considered stalking though it might be a gateway drug. My name is common and unless you use other key words you won’t find me. I don’t have a LinkedIn, nor any institutionalized affiliation. There is information on ResearchGate, Google Scholar and various Patent listings. It could be said that I have low or spare online presence. My CV is not there. Yet here is a blog of ~350,000 words which might speak more. It is however unverified. Nobody can vouch for it.
There might be a desire to check up on me. What might you do? Well you could contact people at my last proper employer, near two decades ago, to see if there was anyone left alive there who might. have heard of me or vaguely remember me. You could ask me for a referee who might vouch for me and the provenance of whatever knowledge I might have. To which lineage does it belong? Who were / are my teachers?
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My inability to satisfactorily comply would probably downgrade any perception that you might have of me and what I write. The likelihood of me being ignored would be enhanced because nobody can vouch for me, as I am now. There is nobody aside from the wife who could realistically and accurately comment on how I am now. There would be no comforting “blah” from another human to make you feel more secure in / with me. There would be no trail no curriculum.
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This means that because the way the world is now, I am unemployable. There is nobody who could give me a reference. I have zero recent track record. My last “A” level student science tutees were 2017.
If you checked up on me you might not find much overt of use. Of course the security services could view my banking details, ‘phone and internet use. Because of the sparsity that might even look suspicious in this day and age. Any agent would have a concocted narrative, a plausible cover story, which might bear scrutiny. But sweet Fanny Adams? Nah, that would stick out too much.
The safest logical conclusion is that I am irrelevant and unimportant. I am a socially disconnected loner who is not “well liked” in the community. Before long I am likely to appear in the news for some unspecified heinous act, to confirm the confirmation biases about people like me held by the socially “well” adjusted.
I do have medical records. Some of which I technically wrote myself by providing the French GP with a list of stuff that has happened. There are medical records in the UK. Now I have dental X-rays so if I went missing and wound up dead, I could be identified by my dental records as the plot line goes.
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When you check up on someone, what is the motive for that?
If you struggle to contain the desire to stalk someone, are you prepared for what you might find?
Why might it be important to have the opinion of some other being, knowing full well that all humans are biased, prejudiced and have agendas to pursue?
Does everything in the world have to have a traceable provenance?
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Dreamyoga 