eleprocon
…a portmanteau, a word that carries multiple words deriving a new word with new meaning. In this case exploring the ineffable, a sense that no words can explain, yet.
And as in the tail end of the word ineffable we find the word fable, a moral tale.
eleprocon
electrons, protons and consciousness
eleprocon
electing between the pro and the con
Hello everyone in here and out there in the noosphere…
Since Roxi insisted I come to Fuller Futures Festival I have garnered the courage to get on stage and share this story I arrived with in 2020 joining the inaugural coheart of the Design Science Studio.
I’ve been waiting many years for this moment without even knowing it would actually arrive, to share this story that has grown with each year’s coheart, weaving in the evolving stories and wordplay of my new found friends.
Now here we are and sphere is our story, your stories of making the invisible visible…
Once upon a moment that slipped out of time, t’was spawning the age of electricity and excited sense of mind.
Fifty years ago, ’76 was the year to be clear, a celebration of bicentennial cheer, Apple’s seedling taking root, in Philly Bucky’s world game under foot, and two young lads pedaled through Carbondale stopping for pizza as they bicycled across this great land from coast to coast.
These are the moments I’m here to share, clues to the thread that’s brought us sphere.
Around we go from one dome to another, a tale waiting to be told that may never grow old.
A conspiracy of sorts, of breathing together, of the electromagnetic spectrum, of rainbow’s great secret, the sense of wordplay, of metaphysical equations and Noospheric kinpiphanies, of overview effects and cognitive shifts.
Of making the invisible visible.
And so begins scenes from the last fairytale, our new mythOS, our mythic operating system, BEAM(ing) the mythelium…
eleprocon
…a portmanteau, a word that carries multiple words deriving a new word with new meaning. In this case exploring the ineffable, a sense that no words can explain, yet. And as in the tail end of the word ineffable we find the word fable, a moral tale.
eleprocon
electrons, protons and consciousness
eleprocon
electing between the pro and the con
A word that magically appeared on my drawing board in 1979 while researching the electromagnetic spectrum. Researching for a silkscreened poster that I was asked to create for our design firm. A poster depicting the spectrum as a tool of understanding, of making the invisible visible.
One of my partners at ‘The Dolphin Farm,’ our marketing communications design studio so named because dolphins are such good communicators, he had worked with Bucky and Medard to produce the World Game in 1976.
I did my research in the library at the local community college as the internet was still not a thing for public use. But it was under development by DARPA, the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency.
Our design firm was actually using this means of connectivity over distance, testing it for business purposes which eventually became know as email. We also had one of the first Apple II computers on which I was designing pixelated monochromatic images, before computer graphics, for the IEEE’s Electronic Conventions special exhibits utilizing the first examples of local area networks and messaging systems.
So there I was at my drawing board with words scribbled all over it referencing what I was learning about the electromagnetic spectrum and other topics interesting to me such as the evolution of human cognition.
Then the question suddenly came to mind, “if we have referred to ourselves simply as human, yet our evolving technologies were about to radically change our story, what were we evolving into, who were we to become?
That’s when the words on my drawing board starting moving around. E-l-e of electrons danced over to the p-r-o in protons, soon after the two of them invited c-o-n of consciousness to play and they formed their new word, “eleprocon,” suggesting the evolution of our story. That of the last fairytale, of our new mythOS, our new mythic operating systems recognizing we would have a lot of important decisions to make, to elect between the pro and the con… becoming eleprocon kin.
I was suddenly completely overwhelmed with all of humanities stories flowing through my head. It felt like I was time traveling, and storyliving the sense of omnidirectional communication.
Which is when the metaphysical equation appeared…
E = Mc∞
Evolution = Mind x omnidirectional communication
Since we are now time traveling I want to backup a moment to 1970, the middle of Bucky’s first design science decade. I was 14 years old on a school trip to Japan when we went to Osaka, to the world Expo titled Progress and Harmony for Mankind.
It was there I saw my first geodesic dome, the E.A.T. Pavilion, an Experiment in Art and Technology, E-A-T. Artists and scientists came together to share our creative capacities in an immersive experience of “the overview effect” as first witnessed and expressed by the astronauts of the 1968 Apollo mission.
From there we went to Hiroshima, ground zero of the nuclear bomb. Where I bore witness to our creative capacities for complete unbridled death and destruction.
I knew then and there we needed to change the story. The story of separation, of war, of suffering.
Meanwhile back to 1979 and the emergence of the eleprocon kinspiracy. That of breathing together for a common desire here on kinship earth.
That spectrum poster I was working on was actually inspired by a quote from Bucky. Back then I thought this was my story to tell but became frustrated that it actually wasn’t my story to tell but that one day in the future, once we traversed this liminal space between analog and digital, my eleprocon kin would be here ready to tell the story we have been living into these past fifty years, and where we want to go from here.
I’ll mention now that I had a seizure the week of coming upon this last fairytale. The first and only seizure I had had. It was then I was tested with every new electronic diagnostic machine existing to peer into my brain, making the invisible visible.
So back to that quote from Bucky that inspired the spectrum poster. Here it is strung together omni-directionally traversing notions of Bucky’s that brings us to this present moment being here together in such a relevant moment, deepening into his words and deeds.
Here is his quote:
“Throughout history we have made our judgements upon visible, tangible, sensorially demonstrated criteria. We may safely say that the world is keeping its eye on the unimportant visible 0.1% of the historical transformations while missing the significance of the 99.9% overall unseen changes. What we usually speak of as our everyday world is a stage set with visible props which are easily manipulated by ignorant people to exploit the equal ignorance of others.”
And I’ll continue with other poignant quotes of Bucky’s…
“The dark ages still reign over all humanity, and the depth and persistence of this domination are only now becoming clear. This darkness is sustained largely by ignorance — by design, for the manipulative elements of humanity depend on the general ignorance of the whole.”
“If you ignorantly believe there’s not enough life support available on planet Earth for all humanity, then survival only of the fittest seems self-flatteringly to warrant magna-selfishness. However, it is due only to humans’ born state of ignorance and the 99.99-percent invisibility of technological capabilities that they do not recognize the vast abundance of resources available to support all humanity at an omni-high standard of living.”
“It is now highly feasible to take care of everybody on Earth at a higher standard of living than any have ever known. It no longer has to be you or me. Selfishness is unnecessary.”
“War is obsolete. It is a matter of converting the high technology from weaponry to livingry.”
Thank you Bucky for BEAM(ing) your insights, your beacon of brilliance. For inciting us to help make the invisible visible.
As life goes, I have aged during these fifty plus years and raised two beautiful daughters with my partner. As the girls were growing up they wanted to hear bedtime stories, but they always asked for real stories of my life’s experiences, travels and tales. Clues to what makes me who I am, and what kind of world I want them to be able to grow up into.
As they became more independent and the internet appeared, I was able to venture out into the noosphere. The commons of mind enveloping humanities’s kinpiphanies from time in memorial, belonging to no-one, but there for all.
This is how I eventually discovered the Design Science Studio, reconnecting with the Buckminster Fuller Institute after they had first appeared once Bucky had passed.
Its how I find myself now again in the middle of this second design science decade. Amazed and in awe at how this time traveling has brought us together sphere and now.
Together to hear each others stories, and sense of intentions to create “a more beautiful world our hearts know is possible,” as Charles so eloquently put it.
Here witnessing the reactionaries last stand.
Here participating in humanity evolving into refractionaries.
Eleprocon kin attuning into how the secret lies within the spectrum, the rainbow — it’s not a pot of gold at the end of it, but nature’s genius in encouraging our ability to refract and reflect the potential of what the future holds.
This is how we have arrived at BEAM(ing). Being the mediums. The Backcasting Evolutionary Alliance Mediums. Yes, we seem to be a verb as Bucky put it years ago. We are the story, storylivingry.
It was just last month it became super clear to me traversing all of these years that I have arrived at that day long ago anticipated, of being here with you all, my eleprocon kin. To hear how we have envisioned such a beautiful world and shared how we got there. The stories our future ancestors will be living into, and telling.
And once again last month I had my second seizure… 47 years since the first. I’ve just arrived here from our dome home in Oregon after all the electronic testing and seeing the neurologist who confirmed I still have a brain in there. But like the first time, they had no clue why I had a seizure.
So I’ll just leave it here by confirming this is in fact a true story. The second portal I’ve crossed into the commons of mind, sphere on kinship earth with you all, bearing witness to your stories of how we did it.
Of how, like the game of telephone whispered from ear to ear, yet over generations becoming confused as to how the story changed so dramatically, so dangerously, not believing in what we heard. How when that story returned full circle from whence it came we discovered it was never meant to be “divide and conquer” but originally was “divine and concur”… to be intuitively in accord, and trust in what nature has blessed us with.
To be encouraged to have the courage to trust in yourselves, ourselves, in each other.
This is our story of BEAM(ing) regen•era, from the heart of the Regenaissance.
Making the invisible visible.
Message received from Bob as I was heading into the morning after breakfast:
So how did it go in Carbondale? Your presentation looked good to me. And I wish I still had a copy of the spectrum poster.
I have fond memories of Carbondale as it was my first World Game event. Orange Coast was out for summer, so I was driving across the country with no expectations or any idea of what I was going to get myself into-other than the fact it had something to do with Bucky.
Like you at the Dolphin Farm, The World Game was one of those “ah ha” moments which changed the course of my life. It was mind blowing -the cacophony and amount of new ideas and information was overwhelming. And I made many new friends--not to mention R. Buckminster Fuller--who would continue to play a large part in my new life.
Of course, you know much of what happened in the years following that. And I hope your experience in Carbondale was as fulfilling as mine.
P.S. …and then to find out Benjamin Lowder who was leading the World Game with Medard Gabel at the Fuller Futures Festival has the Electromagnetic Spectrum poster on their wall for the last 20 years or so. We were both super surprised when that synchronicity showed up.
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