The Mentor: Robert Rieke

December 7, 2013


A Celebration of the Life of Robert Rieke

The Mentor:  Robert Rieke

He never meditated upon the finality of death.  Memories, dreams and reflections sang a rising opera unto him surrounding him with the aura of a poet.  A farm in the heartlands of Minnesota, a hard-working family of German descent, the college of Carleton, a world war, the Greatest Generation, an aide to a conquering General, a return to academia, a doctor of history, a marriage in Switzerland, Emory, the Citadel, Kentucky, a stint at Davidson, an enigmatic arrival at Charlotte College, a mission to mold a university, a Secretary unto a Faculty, a Chairman of History and Political Science, a lecturer on the sub rosa currents of power, A Retrospective Vision that swept across continents of time, an exploration into the introspective dimensions of Psyche, a cascade of students, a profusion of professors, a congregation of communicants, a mindful mentor, a violin concerto, a basso profundo, the loss of his beloved, the depths of despair, an operetta of poems, a dance after midnight, an invocation of angels, a new lease on a new life in the gentle embrace in the white wings of a golden angel, the joy of living life to its fullest, a strong personal dedication To Life, L’Chaim, an explorer of the Old World, a biographer of the Minnesota Riekes, An Azure Sunset, a golden father to a golden son, a golden glow embracing his golden family, a mind meant for creative innovation, a turbulent infinity of adventure, a peripatetic professor of the poetry of time, space and infinity – These experiences surged through him and molded the matrix of his meditations.  He concentrated his memory and summoned a vision that glistened like the galaxies swirling through space and time as he cast his emblem in the sky.  Ideas were his tools.  Minds were his clay.  Meditation was his medium.  Inspiration was his gift to all who knew him.



Conundrum vortices

June 27, 2009


The neuro-technological architecture of Aetheliopolis awaits ramification. In order for the tetraheptahedron to launch the procession from dianoia to episteme to anaplasma – the crystal must be rotated at relativisitic velocities. From the onset of time-dilation (a factor of the Lorentz transformations) the subjects in the psychotronic vortex will begin to experience perceptions of parallel worlds that can be interpreted as geometric fields integrated into a matrix of highly energetic singularities interconnected by electromagnetic whorls that emanate from stars, pulsars, galaxies and ultimately quasars that are throbbing, dilating and palpitating within the Schwarzschild radius of the galactic nuclei – a black hole defined by its accretion disc. When the minds achieve psychic integration, they must coalesce in the singularity matrix of a rapidly permutating possibility lattice capable – with less than perfect predictability – of initiating the cascade into the conundrum vortices.


Cosmic Trigger, Preface

October 7, 2006

Cosmic Trigger / Volume I: Final Secret of the Illuminati by Robert Anton WilsonPreface to the Falcon Press Edition, 1986Cosmic Trigger was originally published by And/Or Press about ten years ago, and by Pocket Books shortly thereafter. Although some of my novels have sold far better, in two dimensions at least it is my most “successful” book in human terms.From the date of the first printing to the present, I have received more mail about Cosmic Trigger than about anything else I ever wrote, and most of this mail has been unusuallly intelligent and open-minded. For some reason, many readers of this book think they can write to me intimately and without fear, about subjects officially Taboo in our society. I have learned a great deal from the correspondence, and have met some wonderful new friends. On lecture tours, I am always asked more questions about this book than about all my other works together.This new edition presents an opportunity to answer the most frequent questions and to correct the most persistent misunderstandings.It should be obvious to all intelligent readers (but curiously is not obvious to many) that my viewpoint in this book is one of agnosticism. The word “agnostic” appears explicitly in the prologue and the agnostic attitude is revealed again and again in the text, but many people still think I “believe” some of the metaphors and models employed here. I therefore want to make it even clearer than ever before thatI DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHINGThis remark was made, in these very words, by John Gribbin, physics editor of New Scientist magazine, in a BBC-TV debate with Malcolm Muggeridge, and it provoked incredulity on the part of most viewers. It seems to be a hangover of the medieval Catholic era that causes most people, even the educated, to think that everybody must “believe” something or other, that if one is not a theist, one must be a dogmatic atheist, and if one does not think Capitalism is perfect, one must believe fervently in Socialism, and if one does not have blind faith in X, one must alternatively have blind faith in not-X or the reverse of X.My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence. The more certitude one assumes, the less there is left to think about, and a person sure of everything would never have any need to think about anything and might be considered clinically dead under current medical standards, where absence of brain activity is taken to mean that life has ended.My attitude is identical to that of Dr. Gribbin and the majority of physicists today, and is known in physics as “the Copenhagen Interpretation,” because it was formulated in Copenhagen by Dr. Niels Bohr and his co-workers c. 1926-28. The Copenhagen Interpretation is sometimes called “model agnosticism” and holds that any grid we use to organize our experience of the world is a model of the world and should not be confused with the world itself. Alfred Korzybski, the semanticist, tried to popularize this outside physics with the slogan, “The map is not the territory.” Alan Watts, a talented exegete of Oriental philosophy, restated it more vividly as “The menu is not the meal.”Belief in the traditional sense, or certitude, or dogma, amounts to the grandiose delusion, “My current model” — or grid, or map, or reality-tunnel — “contains the whole universe and will never need to be revised.” In terms of the history of science and knowledge in general, this appears absurd and arrogant to me, and I am perpetually astonished that so many people still manage to live with such a medieval attitude.Cosmic Trigger deals with a process of deliberately induced brain change through which I put myself in the years 1962-1976. This process is called “initiation” or “vision quest” in many traditional societies and can loosely be considered some dangerous variety of self-psychotherapy in modern terminology. I do not recommend it for everybody, and I think I obtained more good results than bad ones chiefly because I had been through two varieties of ordinary psychotherapy before I started my own adventures and because I had a good background in scientific philosophy and was not inclined to “believe” any astounding Revelations too literally.Briefly, the main thing I learned in my experiments is that “reality” is always plural and mutable.Since most of Cosmic Trigger is devoted to explaining and illustrating this, and since I still encounter people who have read all my writings on this subject and still do not understand what I am getting at, I will try again in this new Preface to explain it ONE MORE TIME, perhaps more clearly than before.”Reality” is a word in the English language which happens to be (a) a noun and (b) singular. Thinking in the English language (and in cognate Indo-European languages) therefore subliminally programs us to conceptualize “reality” as one block-like entity, sort of like a huge New York skyscraper, in which every part is just another “room” within the same building. This linguistic program is so pervasive that most people cannot “think” outside it at all, and when one tries to offer a different perspective they imagine one is talking gibberish.The notion that “reality” is a noun, a solid thing like a brick or a baseball bat, derives from the evolutionary fact that our nervous systems normally organize the dance of energy into such block-like “things,” probably as instant bio-survival cues. Such “things,” however, dissolve back into energy dances — processes or verbs — when the nervous system is synergized with certain drugs or transmuted by yogic or shamanic exercises or aided by scientific instruments. In both mysticism and physics, there is general agreement that “things” are constructed by our nervous systems and that “realities” (plural) are better described as systems or bundles of energy functions.So much for “reality” as a noun. The notion that “reality” is singular, like a hermetically sealed jar, does not jibe with current scientific findings which, in this century, suggest that “reality” may better be considered as flowing and meandering, like a river, or interacting, like a dance or evolving, like life itself.Most philsophers have known, at least since around 500 B.C., that the world perceived by our senses is not “the real world” but a construct we create — our own private work of art. Modern science began with Galileo’s demonstration that color is not “in” objects but “in” the interaction of our senses with objects. Despite this philosophic and scientific knowledge of neurological relativity, which has been more clearly demonstrated with each major advance in instrumentation, we still, due to language, think that behind the flowing, meandering, inter-acting, evolving universe created by perception is one solid monolithic “reality” hard and crisply outlined as an iron bar.Quantum physics has undermined that Platonic iron-bar “reality” by showing that it makes more sense scientifically to talk only of the inter-actions we actually experience (our operations in the laboratory) ; and perception psychology has undermined the Platonic “reality” by showing that assuming it exists leads to hopeless contradictions in explaining how we actually perceive that a hippopotamus is not a symphony orchestra.The only “realities” (plural) that we actually experience and can talk meaningfully about are perceived realities, experienced realities, existential realities — realities involving ourselves as editors — and they are all relative to the observer, fluctuating, evolving, capable of being magnified and enriched, moving from low resolution to hi-fi, and do not fit together like the pieces of a jig-saw into one single Reality with a capital R. Rather, they cast illumination upon one another by contrast, like the paintings in a large museum, or the different symphonic styles of Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, and Mahler.Alan Watts may have said it best of all: “The universe is a giant Rorschach ink-blot.” Science finds one meaning in it in the 18th Century, another in the 19th, a third in the 20th; each artist finds unique meanings on other levels of abstraction; and each man and woman finds different meanings at different hours of the day, depending on the internal and external environments.This book deals with what I have called induced brain change, which Dr. John Lilly more resoundingly calls “metaprogramming the human bio-computer.” In simple Basic English, as a psychologist and novelist, I set out to find how much rapid re-organization was possible in the brain functioning of one normal domesticated primate of average intelligence — the only one on whom I could ethically perform such risky research — myself.Like most people who have historically attempted such “metaprogramming,” I soon found myself in metaphysical hot water. It became urgently obvious that my previous models and metaphors would not and could not account for what I was experiencing. I therefore had to create new models and metaphors as I went along. Since I was dealing with matters outside consensus reality-tunnels, some of my metaphors are rather extraordinary. That does not bother me, since I am at least as much an artist as a psychologist, but it does bother me when people take these metaphors too literally.I beg you, gentle reader, to memorize the quote from Aleister Crowley at the beginning of Part One and repeat it to yourself if at any point you start thinking that I am bringing you the latest theological revelations from Cosmic Central.What my experiments demonstrate — what all such experiments throughout history have demonstrated — is simply that our models of “reality” are very small and tidy, the universe of experience is huge and untidy, and no model can ever include all the huge untidiness perceived by uncensored consciousness.I think, or hope, that my data also demonstrates that neurological model agnosticism — the application of the Copenhagen Interpretation beyond physics to consciousness itself — allows one to escape from certain limits of mechanical emotion and robot mentation that are inescapable as longa s one remains within one dogmatic model or one imprinted reality tunnel.Personally I also suspect, or guess, or intuit, that the more unconventional of my models here — the ones involving Higher Intelligence, such as the Cabalistic Holy Guardian Angel or the extraterrestrial from Sirius — are necessary working tools at certain stages of the metaprogramming process.That is, whether such entities exist anywhere outside our own imaginations, some areas of brain functioning cannot be accessed without using these “keys” to open the locks. I do not insist on this; it is just my own opinion. Some people seem to get through this area of Chapel Perilous without such personalized “Guides.” I know of one chap who did it by imagining a super-computer in the future that was sending information backwards in time to his brain. More clever people may find even less “metaphysical” metaphors.Ten years after the point at which this book ends, I do not care much about such speculations. Our lonely little selves can be “illuminated” or flooded with radical science-fiction style information and cosmic perspectives, and the source of this may be those extraterrestrials who seemed to be helping me at times, or the Secret Chiefs of Sufism, or the parapsychologists and/or computers of the 23rd Century beaming data backward in time, or it may just be the previously unactivated parts of our own brains. Despite the current reign of our New Inquisition, which attempts to halt research in this area, we will learn more about that as time passes. Meanwhile, agnosticism is both honest and becomingly modest….In this connection, I am often asked about two books by other authors which are strangely resonant with Cosmic Trigger — namely VALIS by Philip K. Dick and The Sirian Experiment by Doris Lessing. VALIS is a novel which broadly hints that it is more than a novel — that it is an actual account of Phil Dick’s own experience with some form of “Higher Intelligence.” In fact, VALIS is only slightly fictionalized; the actual events on which it is based are recounted in a long interview Phil gave shortly before his death (see Philip K. Dick: The Last Testament, by Gregg Rickman.) The parallels with my own experience are numerous — but so are the differences. If the same source was beaming ideas to both Phil and me, the messages got our individual flavors mixed into them as we decoded the signals.I met Phil Dick on two or three occasions and corresponded with him a bit. My impression was that he was worried that his experience was a temporary insanity and was trying to figure out if I was nutty, too. I’m not sure if he ever decided.I interviewed Doris Lessing a few years ago for New Age magazine. She takes synchronicities very seriously, but was as agnostic as I am about the possibility that some of them are orchestrated by Sirians.I heartily recommend all three volumes — VALIS, The Last Testament and The Sirian Experiments — to readers of this book. Unless you are locked into a very dogmatic reality-tunnel, you will have a few weird moments of wondering if Sirians are experimenting on us, and a few weird moments can be a liberating experience for those who aren’t scared to death by them.What is more important than such extra-mundane speculation, I think, are practical and pragmatic questions about what one does with the results of brain change experience. It is quite easy, I have discovered by meeting many New Age people, to use the techniques in this book and go stone crazy with them. Paranoid and schizophrenic cases are quite common among those who experiment in this area. Less clinical, but socially even more nefarious, are the leagues of self-proclaimed gurus and their equally deluded disciples, who have discovered, as I did, that there are many realities (plural), but have picked out one favorite non-Occidental reality-tunnel, named it Ultimate Reality or True Reality, and established new fanaticisms, snobberies, dogmas and cults around these delusions.There is a great deal of lyrical Utopianism in this book. I do not apologize for that, and do not regret it. The decade that has passed since the first edition has not altered my basic commitment to the game-rule that holds that an optimistic mind-set finds dozens of possible solutions for every problem that the pessimist regards as incurable.Since we all create our habitual reality-tunnels, either consciously and intelligently or unconsciously and mechanically, I prefer to create for each hour the happiest, funniest, and most romantic reality-tunnel consistent with the signals my brain apprehends. I feel sorry for people who persistently organize experience into sad, dreary and hopeless reality tunnels, and try to show them how to break the bad habit, but I don’t feel any masochistic duty to share their misery.This book does not claim that you “create your own reality” in the sense of total (but mysteriously unconscious) psychokinesis. If a car hits you and puts you in the hospital, I do not believe this is because you “really wanted” to be hit by a car, or that you “needed” to be hit by a car, as two popular New Age bromides have it. The theory of transactionaly psychology, which is the source of my favorite models and metaphors, merely says that, once you have been hit by a car, the meaning of the experience depends entirely on you and the results depend partly on you (and partly on your doctors). If it is medically possible for you to live — and sometimes even if the doctors think it is medically impossible — you ultimately decide whether to get out of the hospital in a hurry or to lie around suffering and complaining.Most of the time, this kind of “decision” is unconscious and mechanical, but with the techniques described in this book, such decisions can become conscious and intelligent.The last part of this book deals with the worst tragedy of my life. I want to say, without self-pity (a vice I despise) that my years on this planet have included many other terrible and punishing experiences, starting with two bouts of polio when I was a child and including dozens of other things I don’t want to complain about in public. When I write of creating a better and more optimistic reality-tunnel, of transcending ego-games, and of similar matters, it is not because I have lived in an ivory tower. It is because I have learned a few practical techniques for dealing with the brutal conditions on this primitive planet.People at my lectures and seminars usually ask me if I am still optimistic about civilian space programs and life extension. I am more optimistic than ever. Despite the seemingly terminal case of rigidicus bureaucraticus at NASA, I have reason to believe certain European countries will soon jointly launch the kind of space migration effort advocated here; and Reagan’s SDI, for all its jingoism, means that more money will be spent on basic research than at any previous time in history.On the life extension front, there have been several best-sellers on the subject since this book first appeared; there is interest even in the most intellectually backward part of U.S. society (namely, the Congress); and scientiests in the longevity field whom I have met recently all cheerfully say they are getting more moeny for research than in the 70s. The breakthrough cannot be far away.Finaly as a matter of some entertainment value, not all the mail I have received about this book has been intelligent and thoughtful. I have recieved several quite nutty and unintentionally funny poison-pen letters from two groups of dogmatists — Fundamentalist Christians and Fundamentalist Materialists.The Fundamentalist Christians have told me that I am a slave of Satan and should have the demons expelled with an exorcism. The Fundamentalist Materialists inform me that I am a liar, a charlatan, fraud and scoundrel. Aside from this minor difference, the letters are astoundingly similar. Both groups share in the same crusading zeal and the same total lack of humor, charity, and common human decency.These intolerable cults have served to confirm me in my agnosticism by presenting further evidence to support my contention that when dogmas enter the brain, all intellectual activity ceases.Dublin 1986Robert Anton Wilson – UpdateOctober 4, 2006Donations have poured in since friends of Bob Wilson got the word out that he could use some help with steep healthcare costs. Bob is profoundly greatful and humbled by your support (see note below). Bob requires 24 hour care and this kindly swarm of donations has enabled Bob to receive the care he (and everyone!) deserves.Bob is not one for the begging bowl. He would rather that fans wishing to help out simply buy his wares. But his friends, understanding the potential financial strain of Bob’s needs, set up the Friends of Robert Anton Wilson relief fund, and your response has been astounding. Bob “is” presently cheerful, without pain and ceaselessly optimistic.Here’s a quick history of Robert Anton Wilson’s scenario. Bob has post-polio syndrome which has severely damaged his legs and weakened his body. He had a hard fall in June of this year which landed him in the hospital. He has since not been able to walk and is thus confined to his bed (overlooking beautiful Monterey Bay fnord), requiring 24 hour care. Due to Bob’s acute weakness in June and July, many of his family and friends felt that Bob could go at any time. He has since rallied slowly with up’s and down’s, and like most things, his condition seems in the maybe state. Bob has no pain, has a hearty appetite, is in steady good, sharp humor, is surrounded by family and friends, and feels he shows signs of slow recovery.Praise Bob! All hail Eris!

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Barry Mason

October 6, 2006

Don Barry Mason – 1950-2006

Barry Mason was the founder of the Psychedelic Shamanistic Institute (PSI), a networking organisation that encouraged ethnobotany and the scientific research into cannabis and other psychoactive plants while contributing substantially to the public debate about drug reform. Associates of PSI include: Mathew Atha, Colin Angus, Brian Barritt, Michael Carmichael, Fraser Clark, Paul Devereux, the late John Entwistle, Paul Flynn MP, Ben Ganly, Lee Harris, Mike Jay, Howard Marks, Dr John Marks, Jonathan Ott, Dr Russell Newcombe, Richard Rudgley and Youth.

As the head of PSI, Mason carried the torch for drug reform through a series of public appearances and televised debates and documentaries on drugs and their impact on society. Mason was a steadfast defender of the principle of cognitive liberty, and he made public statements in defence of the freedom of speech. When his friend, Michael Marlow, was charged with incitement for publishing a cannabis manual, Mason defended him by stating, “Here we are at the end of the millennium, and we are burning books. I said to the police, “What are you trying to do – force us to go into organised crime?”

Barry Mason was born into a theatrical family in Huddersfield. Mason’s father was Frank Mason, a cousin of the renowned actor, James Mason. Mason’s grandfather was the understudy and stand-in for the actor and comedian, George Formby, and his cousin, John Barry Mason, is the distinguished songwriter who wrote the massive hit, “Delilah,” for Tom Jones.

Although he was tempted to follow the family tradition, Mason accepted paternal advice and was swiftly appointed as a trainee stockbroker in the Manchester Stock Exchange where he worked as a financial researcher into securities and investments. However, after demonstrating considerable promise for the profession, Mason eventually tired of the pretensions of the financial marketplace with its tedious culture of profits and its boring spread-sheet analysis of the world, and he yearned for a return to his cultural roots in the arts and letters.

After his marriage to Virginia Lee, Mason worked to support his young family in a variety of capacities in the Manchester area before finding his profession as an antiquarian bookseller. With the uncanny knack of the bookselling professional to assess the importance of a book or a private library at a single glance, Mason became a recognised specialist in the esoteric scientific texts published during the psychedelic era.

In the 1990s, Mason met and studied with the author and scholar, Terence McKenna. In the late 1990s, Mason worked with the author, Brian Barritt, a colleague of Timothy Leary. In 1998, Mason published Barritt’s autobiographical psychedelic odyssey, The Road of Excess, to critical acclaim.

Mason’s impact heightened the public’s awareness to the injustice of the drug laws as he presented alternatives for a better and more just future. An inveterate campaigner for the human right to cognitive liberty, he will be remembered as a paragon of the fight for civil rights denied to citizens in the 20th and 21st centuries. That Mason’s impact came at a time when moderate drug reform was achieved was rewarding, but he continued to lobby and protest for full cognitive liberty as a basic human right in any civil society.

Mason’s first marriage to Virginia Lee was dissolved in the 1970s, and he remarried in 1980. Mason is survived by his wife, Ginny Mason, and his children, Paul, Carla and Nik.

Alex Grey

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September 5, 2006

Math whiz computerized geological exploration for oil

A lifelong oil man, who started at the lowest rung of the corporate ladder but worked his way up to a pivotal role in the management of technological innovation, George Berkeley Ross will be remembered as one of the earliest pioneers of information technology in the petroleum industry.

As a mathematically gifted member of the greatest generation, George B (as he was known) literally bootstrapped himself into the vanguard of computer science in an industry that thrived on engineering, invention and initiative.

In 1936, Ross started his career working as a mail boy for Humble Oil in Midland, Texas, the epicentre of the oil boom. Fifty years later after serving on the team that had developed the software to computerize the geological exploration for oil, Ross ended his long and successful career as a Senior Analyst for Exploration Systems in Computer Geology at Exxon.


Ross’s innate integrity, gracious manners and mathematical aptitude brought him a steady series of elevations up the corporate ladder. After short stints as a gas station attendant in Odessa and the mailroom in Midland, he was tapped for the assignment of Field Lab Assistant plotting well logs in the Geologic Lease and Scouting Department, a post that permitted him to work alongside the Scouts in West Texas. World War Two intervened, and Ross served as a First Lieutenant in the artillery corps of the Ozark Division of the 102nd Infantry in the Allied invasion of Europe.


A member of the US Army Reserve since his high school days in San Antonio, Ross’s mathematical ingenuity made him a natural for field artillery. He served with distinction in the European theatre. After landing at Normandy, Ross saw action as the Ozark Division moved across the border between the Netherlands and Germany. They crossed the Wurm and Roer Rivers and occupied the sector from Homburg to Dusseldorf. In April, 1945, Ross and the Ozark Division crossed the Rhine where they encountered stiff opposition in the Wesergebirge, then pushed on to the Elbe where they halted on orders and established an outpost forty-eight miles from Berlin, occupying their position until V-E Day.

During the post-war period, he remained in the US Army Reserve. Shortly after his return to Texas, Humble’s Chief Scout, Dave Fransen, urged Ross to accept the position of Junior Scout in West Texas. In his new capacity, Ross worked with wildcats drilling in the Kelly-Snyder Field and the Sprayberry Trend Area Field, an area fifty-five miles long and twenty miles wide that now contains two thousand oil wells.

In 1939, he married Louise Elkin of Midland. In 1949, they moved their growing family to Roswell, New Mexico, which had become a hive of wildcatting that kept Ross busy monitoring leases, expiration dates and drilling schedules.

The Korean War intervened, and Ross was recalled to active military duty. Serving as a Major in Field Artillery Operations with the 1st Cavalry Division in Korea and Japan, Ross supervised supply chain management for forces engaged on the peninsula. After he completed two years of service, Ross returned to his home in Roswell now as a Senior Scout, but soon he and his family returned to Midland where he continued to contribute to Humble’s drilling success.

At the same time, Ross maintained his military commission and served annual tours at the Pentagon under a succession of Secretaries of Defence: Charles E. Wilson; Neil H. McElroy and Thomas S. Gates. With twenty years of military service behind him, Ross retired from the Army, but he remained an active veteran attending annual reunions into this century. It was at the Pentagon in the late fifties where Ross first learned about the potential of computerization and information technology and became privy to the work of the Short Range Committee that led to the origin of Common Business Oriented Language (COBOL).

The need to control and manage the torrent of information and geological data flooding into the petroleum corporations inspired Ross and a small group of perceptive industry savants to pursue the adaptation of computing technology and harness it to the geological exploration for oil. In order to contribute to the design of a viable corporate information technology strategy, Ross taught himself COBOL and the IBM Mathematical Formula Translating System (FORTRAN). Very esoteric subjects in 1962, computer programming and software development would have mystified the average person, but for Ross, a gifted mathematician, they were a piece of cake. He was to become a self-taught expert in many fields. In addition to his studies of computer programming, he studied law, geology, economics, mathematics and government.

In the early 1960s, the major companies set up the Permian Basin Well Data System, and Ross was selected for work on three of its key committees. In addition to developing computer codes, Ross helped design formats for reporting data relevant to geological exploration. In 1966, Humble began to organize its own internal Information Systems project, and Ross was appointed a member of the first group in Midland. By this time, Ross had been named Scouting Supervisor, but with the pace of technological change his duties increasingly focused on the analysis of records that could best be done by computerization.

In 1970, Ross was promoted to his new post as a Senior Analyst in Computer Geology for the Exploration Information Systems based at the Humble corporate headquarters in Houston. In his new capacity, Ross managed the computerization of an important portion of the oil industry, geological exploration. He had started working in geological analysis when recordkeeping was completely manual, and he had been an integral player in the digitization of the most crucial part of the industry, exploration for new sources of petroleum.

In 1986 on his fiftieth anniversary with Humble-Exxon, Ross was the subject of a lengthy article in Exploration Update that highlighted his pivotal contribution to the industry. He retired later that year to enter an active retirement filled with travel, cultural pursuits and charitable activities.

A lifelong enthusiast of museums, libraries, the theatre and cultural institutions, Ross launched into a whirlwind of activities to support worthy causes. The Alley Theater, the Commemorative Air Force, the Pioneers of the Permian Basin, American Indian College, Lindenwood University and Mount Holyoke College all benefited from his patronage.

Ross was keenly interested in the conservation of natural resources, especially petroleum, and he was an authority on public transportation. A great advocate of rail travel, he supported many railroad organizations in Texas and in several other states. Ross firmly believed that government could and should do much more to invest in rebuilding America’s railroads and adapting new light rail systems for urban transport.

In Europe, Ross admired the much more advanced public transportation systems. While travelling on Eurostar, a high speed train that runs through the Channel Tunnel between Paris and London, Ross experienced a vision of the future of swift, clean, efficient and ecologically sound mass transit that inspired him to carry his message to the powers that be back home in America. Many public officials benefited from Ross’s analyses of the need for a more serious approach to mass transportation in America in general and Texas in particular.

In addition to his many public and official pursuits, Ross was a highly accomplished ballroom dancer who cut a dashing figure at the Petroleum Club and Lechner’s, a favourite restaurant in Houston. Ross performed elegant versions of the Waltz and the Polka, and he did a masterful and energetic version of the Texas Two-Step.

While travelling from Houston to Austin on the first of September, 2006 Ross succumbed to injuries sustained in a motoring accident.

Ross’s legacy in computer geology and environmental conservation

Ross’s legacy is the application of computer science to the geological exploration for oil and the conservation of the environment through the growth of mass transportation via railroad. Every time a person boards a train; a government or corporation opens a new rail line or new bus route; they will be fulfilling Ross’s dictum to conserve the finite resources of our planet by sharing safer, cleaner and more efficient transportation.

George Berkeley Ross / January 24, 1918 – September 1, 2006

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June 2, 2006

Explorations of the active side of infinity with time-travelling episodes into the depths of eternity in a quest for the coordinates of our planetary spaceship command the attention of the navigators. Time flexes and fluctuates internally with external repercussions. This is only natural in the continuum. Our probe investigates the shape and density of nature. Time arcs are plastic and infinitely malleable. Sentient beings deflect the plasticity of time with psychological accelerations and outbursts. Mass paranoia densifies and denatures the time arcs deflecting momentum and causing navigational distortions to the time fields. Transformations of the psyches of the paranoid trigger accelerations along the time arcs. Paranoia proliferates politically opening up and ramifying along well worn pathways. Therapies precipitate catharsis permitting psychic recalibrations by the navigators whose sole assignment is to explore infinityplus.