This morning’s dream might be seen as unsettling by some, entirely fanciful by others. Being taken by a “Russian” snatch team and queued up for interrogation would be scary.
If you believe what you see in TV and film most intelligence agencies have snatch teams waiting to either save assets or capture targets. Cunning spy ploys have become real world as Israel became a state terrorist actor by detonating pager bombs on foreign sovereign lands. The exploits of KGB, CIA and MOSSAD are the stuff of high viewing ratings. People did get snatched to stand trial, sent to Guantanamo Bay or shipped out to gulags. The prevalence of snatch teams is unknown. The media suggest that FSB poisoning plots reach the genteel town of Salisbury and the Chinese monitor citizens abroad. Nobody really knows the extent of covert operations. NSA and GCHQ are mooted to monitor extensively and it is not entirely unreasonable to imagine someone there has a brief gander at this post We hear a lot about hybrid warfare and hacking. In extremis the recent arrival of the cormorant is just clever surveillance, good cover a next generation drone.
There are articles which suggest that Putin is a consumer of occult and the CIA even had a programme monitoring Russian parapsychology.
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This from a website purporting to be CIA.
It is not unreasonable therefore to suggest that there is at least some ongoing interest in things more Hogwarts than Cambridge University. Théun, for example, is published in Russian. Boney M sung of Rasputin. Hegseth has a “Deus Vult” tattoo and crosses that look a bit eastern orthodox. Templars were reputed to have occult leanings. Masonic behaviour is not unheard of in the USA. The CIA were involved in Tibet.
Provided what I talk about in this blog is entirely imaginary with no real world application there is no problem. There is an outside chance that someone could take what I write about seriously. Which could lead to an incident in which I am involved. Things could get out of hand.
I did not see any suspicious SUVs in the village yesterday.
If “magic” is imaginary then nobody has need to fear the bone pointing of a Voodoo priest or the wrath of a rabbinical Golem. There is no way that I could conjure up occult dragon-drones to observe. So people would be free to waterboard me safe in the knowledge that any curse was simply a futile mind game.
I am completely vulnerable. I could easily be snatched and unless I am under surveillance nobody would know. I could find myself in Yakutsk or Guantanamo. Or even Surbiton.
I doubt I will get an email from Nicolas Lerner or Céline Berthon. Though it is vanishingly possible that the local guys have an interest.
It all seems a bit far removed from reality. Quite why I continue to dream spy stuff is unknown. I don’t feel overly paranoid. Though I did once finish with my woman because she could not help me with my mind
This morning I did indeed trap a mole. It was in one of the mole traps I set between the greenhouse and the pond. I gave the little chap, who had begun to whiff, a Viking burial in the river. I did some strimming and am now paying the physical price with aches.
Hey-Ho…
Dreamyoga 