When my grandfather founded Ford Motor Co.... he had a primary purpose in mind," said Henry II at birthday observances in Detroit.  "He saw the automobile as a piece of machinery.  He envisioned that car, not as a luxury vehicle for the rich but as a means for the average man to make his life -- and his family's easier and happier."

While founder Henry Ford had not invented the auto, as some Americans seemed to think, he did make significant changes in American life and probably throughout the world.  He had developed a most advanced system for putting products together to produce them faster and cheaper.  Thus his assembly line and merchandizing made the auto cheaper and put Americans in the driver's seat.

Reprinted from CAR & RIDER, January 1983

Eric Orr was a core member of the Venice Network of Artists who emerged at the end of the 20th century in the years just before Space Migration. It was, of course, no ecological accident that the first group of post-terrestrial artists appeared on the western beach, the last terrestrial frontier. At the end of the Christopher Columbus Transcontinental High-Way,

(Other members of this elite group were Susan Kaiser Vogel, Larry Bell, Craig Hodgetts, Robert Mangurian, Kent Hodgetts, Victoria Shields, Duane Valentine.)

Orr's art has been well described as Space Alchemy. His tools (during this preflight period) were post-terrestrial: solar-lights, lenses, light- deflectors. With Larry Bell he produced the first space art using high temperatures to fix glass plates in vacuum atmosphere. This technique was used by Bell and Orr two decades before vapor-deposition-in-vacuum became the basic construction tool for space worlds.

Eric Orr's brain, which was activated to post-terrestrial status by the intelligent use of neurotransmitters, tater became the first authenticated telepathic transceiver. Orr has been justly called the Alexander Graham Bell of Telepathy.

Henry Ford Homage to the Evolutionary Agent Who Introduced the Self-Mover
by Eric Orr

The genetic wave, that in less than a century hurtled North Americans through three stages of Evolution, was gracefully surfed by several Intelligence Agents. One of the most successful was Henry Ford.

In one generation this Agent took a species of Domesticated Primates from behind horse drawn plows and popped them into mechanical ground-vehicles constructed of steel, glass and rubber. Thus multiplying their Intelligence.

He put his country-men and country-women into the driver's seat! He offered the DRIVER'S SEAT, Throne of Self-Actualization, to the average working ants of his gene-pool. It came equipped with several self-actualizing technologies permitting neurological choice and stimulating Intelligence Increase.

The steering wheel allowed the individual to select hir own directional course and change it at will.

The accelerator allowed the individual to select hir speed -- an Einsteinian concept, indeed.

Brakes added another dimension to self-control.

The gear shift. Transmission. Self-starters. Fluid power. Dynaflow. Overdrive. Convertibles.

Here we see the birth of a new language of self-determination. The next generations demanded for their bodies and their brains exactly those power-freedom-mobility characteristics that were built into their cars.

And the greatest stroke of genetic public relations: Ford called it AUTO-MOBILE! This word means Self-Mover. Intelligence Agents all over the galaxy smiled knowingly when the term AUTO-MOBILE flashed out through the Van Allen Belt.

Free-wheeling Americans called it the SELF-MOVER! Old World Europeans, of course, didn't catch on. To them the horseless carriage was another luxury for the rich. It was called horseless carriage in England. Coche in Spain. Carro in Mexico. Voiture in France. Maccina in Italy.

The genetic implications of AUTO-MOBILE were endless. The average person could move hir body or hir brain where SHe wanted to go.

The evolution of intelligence is a function of Velocity and Mobility. Henry Ford and his fellow agents rocketed the Genetic Intelligence Quotient of the species. Once the technological primates climbed into the driver's seat they were off to the moon -- carrying their automobile bodies and their auto-mobile brains.

LIFT UP YOUR EYES

COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT

Date: February, 1972
Country: Imminsee on Lake Zug, Switzerland
Subject:  IT'S THE GIORDANO BRUNO SCRIPT THAT WORRIES ME
Classification:  TOP SECRET

We have attached another agent to the case as Maria is no longer effective. His report
follows.

The next day Maria (she should be de-briefed and replace as soon as possible.) seems totally recovered but refuses to discuss the matter.

After breakfast they decide to take the cable-car up the Rigi Kulm and lunch on the summit terrace. From the peak one looks south to the four petals of Lake Lucerne and can visualize the Great Moments of Swiss history enacted below. Standing on the north parapet one looks down to the right at Lake Zug and to the left at a long green field. It appears so close that the Prince, the slim-hipped Gambler and the Fugitive Doctor decide to descend the cliff to the meadow and then down through the woods to the cottage.

The cliff drops down in steep sections. A half-hour of careful footwork and jumping leads to a narrow ledge which drops twenty feet to a sheer ice slope which ends in a hundred-foot drop. A slip chutes the careless climber to slippery death. They start chopping footholds in the soft crumbling ice with sticks.

The climbers are wearing slick-soled track shoes; Brian and the Doctor in light sweaters, Alexis wrapped in a pink tweed coat. It is an hour before sunset. The voyagers look at each other appraisingly. Any accident will leave them exposed all night on the mountain in the February chill. They could clamber back in retreat, but without a word spoken they decide to risk ahead together.

It takes twenty minutes of exploration and discussion to chart the descent of the first cliff. Survival circuits are flashing alarm. The sugary foothold could crumble. A foot could slip on slushy grass-mud and body slide over precipice.

The Doctor is scared; that is, the crisis centers of his nervous system energize neurons which control emergency glandular function. Each neuron has dozens of output fibers, each of which curls around a tiny bulb containing a chemical. When the alarm button sounds, fibers squeeze and danger drugs pour into the blood, and lymph systems carrying the ominous message: Attention all units, our galaxy is in mortal danger. All-out alert. This biochemical state is felt to be most unpleasant.

Alexis, being tallest and, at the moment, calmest, takes over. He digs his way down the crevice and reaches the bottom. Brian, small, wiry, cheerful, uses his foothold and quickly reaches a point where he can stand on Alexis' shoulders and then drop to the level. Much  against the instructions of his warning systems the Professor follows shakily. Halfway down he feels Alexis' hand grab his ankle and move  foot to shoulder. When he hits safety the circuit orgasm explodes. A trillion cells receive the message: Danger alert is called off, continue normal life maintenance. The great galactic network had been mobilized for all-out survival, tested to the limit.

"The spasmodic discharge of emergency-juices," says the Wizard sitting in the snow catching his breath, "is the most basic of the 24 orgasms available to the human nervous system. The roller-coaster kick."

COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT

Date:
Country:
Subject:  Page 2
Classification:  TOP SECRET

The three climbers stand around in the late afternoon sun smiling at each other in pleasure like astronauts on the Ticonderoga making speeches about how proud they are to be members of the Space program, sharing post-orgasm tenderness. They start merrily down the easy grade to the right and within a hundred feet make a Jolting Discovery. They are trapped by another steeper cliff and this time there is no easy retreat. The sun is sinking. The neural-endocrine network begins to alert for another emergency.

This time Brian leads the way, a daring slice down a small crevice, reaching his hand back to steady his companions en route to another adventurous, risky, daredevil Circuit 1 orgasm, moving down the snow field to the next challenge. But the greatest dangers were still to come. Brian and Alexis explore the straight-ahead situation, seeking a path down the iceberg.

The Fugitive moves a hundred yards to the left where a stream plunges downward. Snow had collected in the stream bed and it is impossible to progress. Working slowly, chopping ice, hanging on tree limbs, he finds a way down and shouts back to the others. It is hard for them to find him, hangtng to the side of a narrow shelf, propped against a tree trunk. Now it is his turn to lead and they follow, Alexis at one point sliding fifty feet on the ice and bouncing to his feet without so much as a crease in Brian Jones' coat.

The snow melts into a steep forest where they hang to tree trunks and slide down muddy paths. After an hour in the forest they hit the high meadow and Alexis leads them running across the ridge exultant.

Night has fallen when they reach the hotel at the base camp. The tavern-bar is civilization after a long Arctic safari. The owner finds it hard to believe that they have descended the dangerous west cliff of the Rigi in winter. They phone home. Maria has been worried. Waiting for the pickup car they order beers and lift glasses in celebratory toast.

Weeks later Brian disclosed that it had been just another Aleister Crowley tape replay. In London, North Africa, Europe, India, Egypt, the Philosopher guided by Barrett has unknowingly retraced the trail of Crowley. (our London dossiers confirm)

''It's time you realize that you are the recipient of the brain-model which is robot-wired to play the difficult public role of Evolutionary Change Agent. You are thus being forced, one might say, by thousands of gene-pools to relive Crowley, Dr. Dee and Paracelsus," Barritt tells the Fugitive.

"It's the Giordano Bruno script that worries me," replies the Professor.

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