The Slazon Report #110100
I SPY THE SPIES

They’re everywhere, spies that is. They are busybusybusy gathering information, not on world leaders, hostile nations or terrorists, but on you. That’s right, little old you! You, you little bugger you, are the most dangerous person in the world to them and I bet you didn’t even know it. You probably think of yourself as a shnook. “Who me?” you say in utter disbelief, “Say what? Me? Why?” I’ll tell you why.

You are The Enemy. They want to subdue you, and enslave you, all the better to control you, permanently. They have read The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Have you?

“Know your enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles, you will never be defeated. When you are ignorant of the enemy but know yourself, your chances of winning or losing are equal. If ignorant both of your enemy and of yourself, you are sure to be defeated in every battle."
--Sun Tzu The Art of War

They want to know everything about you and they want you to know NOTHING about them, hence, they spy. They spy on you in the banks, the supermarkets, the the classrooms and the gas stations. They want to know your money patterns, what you eat, where you go and how to keep you stupid. They spy on your body too. They examine your eyes, drill your teeth, probe your orifices and cut into your flesh. They get rich mining your body. They also spy on your mind. They have the highest degree of interest in the contents of your thoughts. They provoke, they listen, they drug and they sift endlessly through your thoughts and sexual fantasies, which, by the way, they place in your head. They are forever on the lookout for even the slightest evidence that you know about them. They live in mortal fear of exposure. To the guilty, exposure is death.

If you feel repulsed or uneasy by some people around you, you just might be having the appropriate response. They may, in fact, be spying on you.

“An observer of men who finds himself steadily repelled by some apparently trifling thing in a stranger is right to give it great weight. It may be the clue to the whole mystery. A hair or two will show where a lion is hidden. A little key will open a very heavy door.”
--Charles Dickens Hunted Down

I found an interesting little illustration in an oversized slim volume called Spies. It is one of a series of history books in the Timespan Series (Macdonald Educational Ltd 1978). It shows an illustration of Lubianka (aka The Centre), the KGB headquarters located at 2 Dzerzhinsky Square in central Moscow. There is a two-headed arrow connecting The Centre to the Resident Director, illustrated by a drawing of a man in a business suit. Below the illustration of the Resident Director are two Cut-Outs, illustrated by drawings of men in hats and trenchcoats. They are joined to the Resident Director by connecting arrows also. Below each Cut-Out are three Agents, completely separated from each other but joined to the Cut-Out by connecting arrows. The caption reads:

“Structure of a typical Russian spy network. Orders come from the Intelligence Centre in Russia (at this time, the Centre was the Lubianka building at 2 Dzerzhinsky Square, Moscow). The Resident Director is the spymaster controlling operations in the field. ‘Cut-Outs’ act as couriers or go-betweens between the Resident and the Agents.”

We all know that spies exist. We also know the names of most of the heads of spy organizations. This is a matter of public record. We also know that there is a whole blackhead of the trenchcoat variety but here’s the real question. Who knows who the Agents are? The Agents, in my little illustrated picture, are depicted as working women, uniformed men, blue-collar workers, research scientists, school teachers and businessmen. In other words, spies are in every walk of life. They are all leading double lives and unless your intuition is highly developed, you could be in bed with one of them and never even know it.

In the supermarket, while you are shopping, they are watching and recording you. When you pay for your groceries with a check or a bank card they are recording it. Just read your receipt. Who you are and what you buy is important information to them. Join the Safeway Shopping Club. They hand you a “pittance” while they steal a “pound” and you smile and say “Thank you.” They have just invaded your privacy BIG TIME and all you can say is “Thank you”? Did they tell you what they are doing with all the information they are gathering on you? NO! They don’t want you to think about such things. They know you will sell yourself for a “savings” at the cash register. You’re cheap and they’re crafty. They want to know all your habits, and not for any benefit to you. You are a VIP only you don’t even know it. You prefer to go to the movies and worship the phonies on the big screen. They know your tendency to elevate images over the real thing.

“Mimesis is a generic feature of all social life. Its operation can be observed both in primitive societies and in civilizations, in every social activity from the imitation of the style of film-stars by their humbler sisters upwards. It operates, however, in different directions in the two species of society. In primitive societies, as we know them, mimesis is directed towards the older generation and towards dead ancestors who stand, unseen but not unfelt, at the back of the living elders, reinforcing their prestige. In a society where mimesis is thus directed backward towards the past, custom rules and society remains static.” (p. 49)
--Arnold J. Toynbee A Study of History (Oxford University Press 1947)

That’s what we have today, a “backward” society directed by dead rituals from the past. A “static” society is a dying one, run by the dead to benefit the undead and the near dead. Human sacrifice has never stopped, it just changed its public face.

“On the other hand, in societies in process of civilization, mimesis is directed towards creative personalities who command a following because they are pioneers. In such societies ‘the cake of custom’, as Walter Bagehot called it in his Physics and politics, is broken and society is in dynamic motion along a course of change and growth.” (p. 49)
--Ibid.

So come out all you “creative personalities”, you “pioneers” and break that “cake of custom”. Speak your dynamic truth. Give those spies something to spy about. Blow their minds. Next time you go to the supermarket be ready for them. Disguise yourself. Wear a wig and dark glasses. Wear your own trenchcoat. Isle hop. Buy everything different. Pay in cash. Swing out. Don’t go for the “savings”. Savings are for suckers. You’re a VIP so act like it. And I guarantee, those lazy-ass traitor spies will finally have to do some real work for a change.

Jana Janus
Omnipresent