Mucking around on the web this morning I found a new term OSINT

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Open-source intelligence (OSINT) refers to the process of gathering information from sources available to anyone, ranging from websites, social media platforms, forums, public records, and user-generated multimedia content. The value of OSINT lies in its cost-effectiveness, accessibility, and real-time nature. Rather than relying solely on classified or hard-to-access data, analysts use OSINT to uncover vulnerabilities, track emerging threats, and validate critical intelligence quickly.

In the race to keep pace with rapidly evolving situations, from cyberattacks and geopolitical shifts to natural disasters, efficient analysis techniques are necessary. Integrating a balanced mix of automated tools, manual verification, and advanced methodologies enhances speed, accuracy, and overall operational effectiveness.

Source : https://www.gmrtranscription.com/blog/osint-techniques-for-intelligence-gathering

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Following on from the dream this morning I have had a quick look for recent obituaries of women in their sixties in and near Strasbourg. I found two. I left it at that.

It is pretty common these day to ask the font of all wisdom a.k.a. Google and to gather intelligence {stalk} on others we know or once knew. An IT professional I knew said to me that I had little or no idea as to what the internet is capable of and how a skilled user can get information from it. My days of being up to date and modern are long gone. My state of the art is two decades old. I am not an avid user of intravenous smartphone drugs and fixes. I am not umbilically linked thereto. My ‘phone is on for no more than two-three hours a week, this when I go to the physio.

In some ways the internet is a bit like Pandora’s box. We can find it hard not to peek and check upon on someone. A quick glance en passant is probably OK. A more obsessive deep dive is obsessive and unhealthy. We may unleash knowledge, titbits and gossip which is unexpected. We can find out shit we did not know and do not want to know. We can become enthralled. We may mentally make a note to contact someone and then chicken out. We may be embarrassed that we have been stalking someone. To contact them would be to break the bubble.

There is some weird shit associated with internet usage.

Now that the WWW Pandora’s box is open a host of ills have been visited upon the world. A ranting president being one of them.

Because this blog is open it can be used for OSINT purposes. People could be reading it and analysing it.  I do not know what key word trawls could stumble upon it. There is an outside chance that it gets flagged up to some spook or other. There is an outside chance that some nutcase(s) from my past is(are) obsessing and reading every word. A few may swing by in a healthy manner from time to time.

I don’t know. That is the thing, I really don’t know.

People may be opening their own personal Pandora’s box by snooping on the blog.

Following on from various dreams I have looked into relics, tantra and mantra. I am fairly lucky in that I have a well developed sense of what may or may not be BS and spin so I can filter without belief. I can also accept without belief. If you help undergraduates and postgraduates write cogently you can spot streams of waffle. I know a tidy well researched article when I see one.

According to what I have seen in the font I have been doing unsupervised tantric practice for over a decade and a half. It is a moot point as to whether I am still sane or not. The gurus advise against this kind of thing.

I started Gayatri in 2010. I have a book coming on the Gayatri mantra early next week. Apparently depending upon level of realisation how you chant this has differing effects. I am looking forward to the monograph which will be in French.

Because my mind can be quite fluid it tickles me to imagine anyone trying to make “sense” of what is written in this blog. It is not meant to be a manifesto or well organised. It is a hobby blog in which I write up what may or may not be happening.

If you think I am sending you personal messages you might wish to consider consulting a psychiatrist.

As a rule of thumb I pick up a thread of interest, sometimes from dreams, and then explore it until it reaches a dead end or having gotten the gist I become bored.

The Buddhist dream thread seems to have self-closed. There was the dream of my putative prior death and then the dream of relics which led me to looking at the end scriptures for Siddartha. There is a nice kind of “closure”…

What the hell I am doing dreaming about Strasbourg remains to be seen…I missed a truly massive dreaming symbol the first time I went there…the second time in 2000 my life was very complex and about to get even more complex with a high technology start up.

Fuck knows how I survived the first few years of this century…

If I have unwittingly been doing top end tantra then one could say that I have opened a different kind of Pandora’s box…it seems I mixed Vedic and Vajrayana tantra.

Maybe I already knew how or maybe I am just a nut job risk taker….

I have a new ring binder folder for putting my dream print outs in. I will know when it is time to start it…

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