Murphy
cat malogen
Freddie Scap/Stakeknife is a deep one. Ran Internal Security for the Ra looking for infiltration agents, so he was supervising the interrogation and execution of British assets to maintain position/rank. MI5 had to regularly serve him up names for his squad to hunt to hide his identity, he was their highest mole although MacStiofain had to be a rat too intensifying bombing. Ruthless beyond words, so many individual and collective labyrinths. Who were Stakeknife’s handlers (oy oy) in MI5? How many bodies are buried in the case? Does anyone care and if not is this the cost of peace?
Conspiracy as myth is found in thousands of tales, eg The Cattle Raid of Cooley. The first chapter is even titled Pillow Talk as a Queen and her ride hatch plots in a world of rumours and animism. Geasa were nature’s conspiracy theory individualised for you at your birth. Your entire fate coiled around them. Conspiracy as superstition. The further away you move from the remnants of possible or even fictitious events, the more myth reconfigures themes and names to archetype. Facts in the first instance no longer apply
Conspiracy as culture is as old as gossip and every conflict has adapted it to spread disinformation, gain the upper hand on resources, whispered voices in ears, Iago as corporate or guild entity. Do you think there wasn’t conspiracy theory when ancient monuments were being built, when the main currency was stone and people positioned their existence on the control of time? What deep state lay in the continuous cosmos? The constant human need to jockey for position, the insanity of agency
Anyway, that’s more of a stoned thought, conspiracy in the Anglo-Saxon sense as wyrd then realising the linguistic and temporal difference with geasa
Conspiracy as myth is found in thousands of tales, eg The Cattle Raid of Cooley. The first chapter is even titled Pillow Talk as a Queen and her ride hatch plots in a world of rumours and animism. Geasa were nature’s conspiracy theory individualised for you at your birth. Your entire fate coiled around them. Conspiracy as superstition. The further away you move from the remnants of possible or even fictitious events, the more myth reconfigures themes and names to archetype. Facts in the first instance no longer apply
Conspiracy as culture is as old as gossip and every conflict has adapted it to spread disinformation, gain the upper hand on resources, whispered voices in ears, Iago as corporate or guild entity. Do you think there wasn’t conspiracy theory when ancient monuments were being built, when the main currency was stone and people positioned their existence on the control of time? What deep state lay in the continuous cosmos? The constant human need to jockey for position, the insanity of agency
Anyway, that’s more of a stoned thought, conspiracy in the Anglo-Saxon sense as wyrd then realising the linguistic and temporal difference with geasa