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The
history of civilization is the history of Agentry.
The Intell-Agent
by George Koopman
George Koopman, in 1976, published (in
Neuropolitics) the first detailed Stock Proposal for building H.O.M.E.S.
He thus became the Father of Post-Terrestrial Free Enterprise.
Before the publication of the book,
Intelligence Agents (1978), the word "agent" was in deserved
ill-repute, especially in political, diplomatic and show-biz circles.
The very word "agent" suggested an
unscrupulous bureaucratic scoundrel devoid of creativity, aesthetics,
principles or talent who, by virtue of shameless cunning placed himself in
central positions of power and control.
The raison d'etre of the agent is,
of course, the deal. The deal involves the alchemy of link-up,
package and connection. And the tools of the agent are persuasion,
negotiation, bluff, manipulation, salesmanship.
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... "agent"
suggested an unscrupulous bureaucratic scoundrel ...
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The Agent Caste has existed throughout
human history, dating back to the Neolithic period when artifacts,
abstract-concepts, symbols, inter-tribal barter systems, paperwork began
to replace direct face-to-face within tribe exchanges. As
left-hemisphere technological society emerged, each gene-pool had to
produce agents who represented the assets and interests of the sperm-egg
collective in dealing with other gene-colonies.
In Feudal times, (Stage 10) the Agent
represented the Crown or the Lord in dealing with serfs, peasants,
tenants, traders and with the agents of other Lords. The sordid odor
attributed to Agents probably dates back to their role as ruthless
tax-collectors, dishonest traders, not to forget the many incidents in
which agents betrayed their masters to seize power.
The caste of Agents took on more importance
and a more attractive appearance during the emergence of Stage 11
Democratic societies. here agents became political representatives
of the various classes, castes, guilds, Brotherhoods, and gene-pools which
sought to share power in a democratic tradition.
The history of civilization is the history
of Agentry. This is to be expected since agents cunningly arrange
for the publication of the history books. Wars are won and lost by
generals, but when the smoke clears and the bodies are dragged off the
field of action, then the real bottom-line stuff happens -- the peace
treaties, the Councils of Nicea, Trent, Versailles, Vienna, Geneva managed
by agents. And when the autobiographies are written and generals
from both sides peddle their memoirs, it is the agents who make the deals.
The high-points in the annals of Agentry
have always come at moments of species mutation. Who has not
marveled at the astuteness of Algy Plancton, the renowned Paleozoic agent
who put together the first Oxygen Commercials which led to shoreline
migration?
Ron Bernstein well-deserves his
place in the Agents Hall of Fame. After a brilliant career as a
movie producer and literary manager Bernstein returned to Los Angeles in
1978 and started what is known as the "Bernstein Age of Show-Business."
The key to his success was synergy -- the assemblage of many elements in a
block-buster molecule of enormous complexity. This technique was
developed in its primitive form by the Australian Migrant, Robert Stigwood,
who used a one-hundred-million dollar movie (Saturday Night Fever)
as nothing more than a record album commercial.
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Who has not
marvelled at the astuteness of Algy Plancton.
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Another early "synergy pioneer" was George
Lucas who used a half-billion-dollar movie (Star Wars) as
advertising trailer for his souvenir marketing business. Another
early medi-alchemist was Henry Edwards, who used a 110-million-dollar
movie and a 150-million-dollar album as promotion for his Pulitzer Prize
winning novel (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band).
Legend has it that Ron Bernstein, upon
observing how movies, T.V. shows, albums, novelizations were all used as
hype for each other, came to the startling conclusion which totally
changed Human Ontology. "Why not use all forms of media, working
together synergistically, to hype a Future Reality?"
Bernstein thus became the first Reality
Movie Maker. If movies could get people to buy albums -- why then
movies could get people to buy realities. Reality became a spin-off
of show biz.
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Reality became
a spin-off of show-biz.
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Starting in 1979 every sentient being on
the planet was systematically exposed to Bernstein Futures. Blacks
walked out of Bernstein movies excited by the blueprints -- colorfully,
romantically, precisely detailed -- for building exactly the kinds of
futures they wished. By 1983 the Bernstein Empire was making Future
Reality Movies for every gene-colony in the Western World.
Before Bernstein movies relived the past.
After Bernstein movies created futures.
COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT
Date: February, 1972
Country: Gstaad, Switzerland
Subject: THE MEETING WITH PRINCE ALEXIS
Classification: TOP SECRET
There has arrived
at Michel's chalet a London model named Pamela (Unverified station memos from
London code her as a dangerous hedonic anarchist) whom we suspect to be an
Evolutionary Agent. Please confirm. Her description is as follows:
a languorous, soporiferous nervous system transported in slender, curved body
with unbearably smooth-silk arms and skin of warm sepia enamel. Her
carnelian, in the form of a snail, is surrounded by translucent red enamel
pierced by a Mandrax thumb.
Before dinner,
while Michel is preoccupied instructing the chef, Pamela is overheard whispering
to the Professor that Prince Alexis is in town and wishes to arrange a meeting.
He is to phone the chalet that evening. But Michel, realizing that he must
prevent the meeting between Alexis and I2, shuts off the phone.
FITNESS NOTE FOR
HAUCHARD FILE: It turns out that Michel has fallen on such bad times that
he has been censoring personal calls. The poor man signed up to
play Louis XIV but all the action is going to Mick Jagger. Michel doesn't
like to dance, is burnt out by all-night gin-rummy, annoyed by amorous phone
calls to DeeDee's nubile guests. And the Hedonists are on to his game.
(Hauchard should be transferred back to middle-aged Paris.)
So, just around
midnight Pamela suggests (just like a bad girl should) that Alexis might be
found at the Palace Hotel nightclub sitting surrounded by friends wearing a
green silk shirt embroidered Psi-Phy. Roman designers dress him gratis,
confides the model (Rome agents please confirm.)
(The following
conversations is videotaped.)
The two aliens
immediately recognized each other.
"Welcome fellow
Time-Traveler," says the Prince, "I have come many parsecs to meet you."
Prince Alexis is
slim, tall, with long black hair and translucent ivory skin. He looks, if
it dare be said, like a fairy story prince, holding himself with royal pride,
tossing his mane in fiery petulant arrogance. Scion of a most noble
family, he has been educated Everywhere and done Everything at age 25.
Gossip has it that he is sexually bi-lingual. He speaks Shakespearean
English.
"It's taken us
many orbits to get here," agrees the Philosopher. "Where was your last
land-fall?"
"Katmandu.
Do you know Sri Ram Muni? No? Excellent. How important that I
can tell you! He knows you and has sent you a message."
"That's nice."
"I perceive," says
Alexis, "a note of reserve in your voice. I share your hesitancy about
Hindu swamis. I spent many months on assignment in India observing the
Holy-man-groupie scene. Perhaps I should explain to our lovely companions
that most of the famous swamis are hip show-biz operators, campy-vampy-splashy-flashy
homosexual queens with gullible followers, grand ashrams, triumphal road tours,
performing restful magic. It's amusing to hear them gossip and put each
other down. They follow each other's productions like jealous rockstars.
Competing for the top of the cosmic charts."
COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT
Date:
Country:
Subject: page 2
Classification: TOP SECRET
"There are a very
few Intelligence Agents left in India," agrees the Professor, "and they are as
hard to find there as here. It's the classic paradox. The more
advanced the mind, the fewer people to talk to."
"According to
legend," continues Alexis, "there are sixty-four illuminated people in the
world. You won't find them administering large bureaucracies. The
real spiritual wizards in India don't solicit followings, don't open branch
offices throughout the world, and can't be bothered with fans, groupies, bank
accounts."
"What do they do?"
asks Pamela, leaning her head on her shoulder and moving her silken hand up her
smooth arms. "Do they dance, ski, have girlfriends, get high? Are
they good lovers?"
"It is my
understanding," says the Professor, "that at least half of them are women.
It is logical, isn't it, that many of them would be mated to each other?"
"You are thinking
of Lama Govinda," says the Prince.
"And his beautiful
wife Li Gotama. There's an answer to your question," says the Philosopher,
turning to the Model.
"Smashing!
The Holy Man and his Holy Woman," murmurs Pamela. "How original.
What do they do?"
"They live in
Almora," explains the Prince. "A small village in the foothills of the
Himalayas. To reach Almora one begins with a dusty train trip north of
Delhi across flat, parched semi-desert to Barelli and Katghodam. Then a
bus circles up foothills, skirting gorges, crawling through dusty little hamlets
where thin barefoot men in ragged clothes run alongside holding empty hands,
through Nainital perched like a Swiss village by the lake and up through sad,
lonely, patchy, overlumbered forests filled with melancholic Indian army troops
in dark green uniforms and pencil mustaches maneuvering to exorcize the Chinese.
And finally, the bus strains up to the Holy Village on the ridge, Almora.
"This is no
tourist spot, you realize, way up here, two to three days travel by
semi-primitive transportation from Delhi. There is not one hotel bed in
Almora. The dark rooms at the inn offer a wooden frame bed with woven rope
on which you throw your sleeping bag, which, if forewarned, you have ordered,
custom-made with feathers and hand-sewn cotton in the teeming market of Old
Delhi. There is not one concession to European culture in Almora.
Not one Coca Cola, not one modern restaurant.
"Now if you leave
this outpost and climb a dirt road for two miles, past outlying villages, you
come to Holyman Ridge, a high, steep wall which looks North across valleys to
Himalayan Tibet which towers above valleys to the south through which river and
road to Katghodam curve downward. Scattered along two miles of the ridge,
looking south, are houses in which assorted spiritual searchers, European and
Indian, maintain part-time residence. The footpath then curves across the
ridge and runs along the northern rim. This walkway, perhaps ten thousand
years old, continues north to Tibet, and has been used by pilgrims, porters,
merchants and, from time to time, warring bands. In a shack at the
ridge-crossing tea has been brewed for centuries in brass pots over charcoal,
served heavily sweetened in thick brass mugs.
COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT
Date:
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Subject: page 3
Classification: TOP SECRET
"A mile beyond the
tea shack the pilgrim leaves the main path, turns left, climbs a twisting narrow
trail leading to a point at ridge-end which commands an astronaut view, North,
West, and South for hundreds of miles. There, in a house built long ago by
Evans Wentz, lives the Lama Govinda and his wife Li Gotama.
"The Lama can
accurately be described as venerable. And old man dressed in Tibetan robes
with wispy oriental beard, he is a Buddhist scholar of German descent, with an
enquiring, empirical mind. Teacher, Translator, Transformer, Transcriber,
Transmitter of that ancient lore passed on by a scientific elite who devote
years to research. The priests and swamis are second-hand karma dealers
who solace the masses with soothing rituals and pop-versions of hive ethical
codes. But with Lama Govinda one talks about the laws of energy that run
the universe."
Alexis has been
speaking intently, not paying total attention to Pamela's Mayfair pink enamel
hand on his cock or the French girl's hedonic ivory hand stroking his neck.
Turning back to the Professor he appeals for confirmation.
"Isn't that what
you learned in Almora?"
"Yes," says the
doctor nodding, "Lama Govinda taught me to study the old symbol systems and to
look for errors. When you find the errors and correct them, then you
understand the message."
"What about Becky
Thatcher?" murmurs Pamela softly.
"Ah yes,"
continues Alexis, "the beautiful Li Gotama, Parsee by birth, performs
translations, illustrates the Lama's books with graceful drawings. She
adds the aesthetic half. Li means fire-light. She calls him Ch'ien,
the Creative of Heaven. I fabricate that Lama and Li are two of the sixty-four illuminated people. Would you concur?"
The Philosopher
smiles in agreement.
"The Lama and Li
are your teachers." says Alexis. "But I must tell you about Sri Ram Muni.
He is to be found in a small temple outside Katmandu. He has preserved
certain energy manuscripts which he has decoded and wishes to pass on. He
has sent me west to present the version ready for you."
The Philosopher
writes seven digits on a piece of paper.
"These are magic
numbers," he says tipsily. "Dialed into the appropriate electronic
transceptor they will put you in touch with my headquarters near Lucerne.
Call me and we'll continue our talk."
(End of tape.)
As we leave the planet for new Plan-Its in High
Orbit, we can see precisely how DNA employs Pollution and Population-swarming
mechanisms to extend and improve species.
New World Snow Belt Americans were the smartest
primates on the planet from 1620-1946.
Jeffersons, Franklins, Edisons, Fords, Twains,
Goddards.
Sun Belt Americans are now emerging as the Dom
Species on the planet.
New Burbanks, Disneys, Thomas Pynchons, Jerry
Browns will migrate from the Sun Belt to the next, new post-terrestrial
frontiers.
Westward High
We can best understand the
Last Mutation-Migrations (Old World to New World, 1493-1943) (East Coast to
Pacific, 1943-1977) from the vantage point of the Next Mutation-Migration.
WINTER 1977
TUCSON
LECTURE
WESTERNERS ARE EASTERNERS WHO SMARTENED UP
Let me share with you, at this point, an
immutable law of Neuro-Geography which governs terrestrial politics: the
evolution of intelligence has, for 2500 years, moved East to West. When you go
back East (note the retrograde terminology) you are going back in time, down in
intelligence and lower in evolution.
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Do not try to
hustle Easterners on their own turf.
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Let me restate it simply: Westerners are significantly smarter, freer, more
creative, more future-oriented than Easterners. Easterners are lower forms of
evolution. Easterners, it is true, are more specialized--but, as we have learned
from dinosaurs, specialization means Terminal Adulthood. Civilizations are, by
definition, adult, i.e. passe.
Let us restate the axiom: freedom moves from East to West. Western gene-pools
are always freer, more adolescent, more mobile than Eastern gene-pools. And in
the Genetic Breeding Book, Mobility is Nobility.
The most intelligent and the freest people on the planet have been propelled by
their gene-pools to the Western belt of this continent: Arizona, Texas,
California, Oregon, Washington. The ecological niche of the future. Each
Westerner is the hopeful adolescent blossom of the old Eastern roots.
When you move back East from the Pacific--be on guard. You are moving down into
primitive, inflexible, cynical terrain. Chicago is a tough, mammalian jungle
compared to San Diego. New England is a monument to the static past. Easterners,
in their neolithic shrewdness are skillful, political mammals. Adepts in
Newtonian competitions. Do not try to hustle Easterners on their own turf. New
York is the center of money power, Washington is the center of barnyard
political force, and Boston the capital of antiquated Puritan culture--but there
is no freedom, no spirit of growth and development, no enthusiasm for change in
the Adult Eastern Hive.
These remarks are in no way chauvinistic. All Westerners are migrated
Easterners! I was born at West Point, New York and teen-aged in Massachusetts. I
honor my damp roots and respect their venerable, unchanging traditions. I thank
the New England educational system for activating my migration button.
It is no accident that all the laws which restrict youthful freedom come from
grim, prudish Eastern hives. We must be aware of the natural tendency of Eastern
hive leaders to frighten stay-put yokels with stories of Western instability.
Sure Californians and Arizonians and Texans are diverse, flamboyant, juvenile
and easy to deride. It's always that way. Frontier Regions which encourage the
formation of new gene-pools, wide-open territories which allow cultural
experimentation and future fabrication are always easy to ridicule from the
docile, adult, traditional bunkers of the Orient.
The age-old Chinese think that all Occidentals are crazy kids because we believe
in individual reality and personal change. The Russians call individualism,
hooliganism! We grant that an Easterner, in the secure cocoon of adult
conformity and centralized dogmatic repetition, is shocked by the insane
insistence of Westerners to "be themselves." We grant that the individual or
small cult is kooky-vulnerable in contrast to the monolithic stability of
specialized gene-pools which repeat what their parents did and cling to the
myths of their grandparents. The independent Western pioneer is easily
ridiculed. But the fact remains--freedom to experiment, courage to change,
energy to re-create is always a Westward High.
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