Biotropic Engineering Design

Civil engineering is the foundation of all great Civilizations

When we consider the history of Engineering and how the great Pyramids came to be it is a great Wonder and Marvel to see the modern world. There is a major problem looming for the modern world and it comes in the form of an oil crisis. The Industrial Revolution lead us to find energy rich sources of fuel and combustible energy products. The nations with the greatest store of energy rich fuel have the greatest wealth. Well it remains true at the at the moment and only in the present time in the short distance future it is going to be totally the opposite. The world is beginning to search in Earnest for alternative fuel sources. There are many sources but not all of them are consistently viable or are they sufficiently powerful to continue the current increase in global population and Civilization expansion. This is where biotropic engineering and design comes to the fore. Adam Shattock is the author of this particular type of engineering. It’s far less of an Ethos then it is of a new way of designing civilization from the sky downwards. It turns Convention on its head and looks of things from an upside down view of watch we would consider normal in this world today. Cities are by far the greatest energy sinks in the world. Los Angeles consumes a vast amount of energy from the Hoover dam hydroelectric power scheme. Potential energy with gravity and solar energy being the greatest sources of energy in the future there is great need for us to Research and Design things that harness the energy without waste without reliance upon crude oil product or derivatives.

Oil crisis of 2058 is going to prove to be a challenge greater than any other challenge faced in the history of humanity. The world will be substantially different to what we see today it is highly unlikely that we will see in in Great air travel as we do today editors there are about a million people in the air at any second of any given day in 2017. The future has a complete lack of container cargo ships the size of which we see today it will probably be smaller if they are any at all. Medicines will have to be made from alternative products and sources. Fertilisers will no longer be produced using crude oil. Day-to-day activities will become far more labour intensive. Far flung farms will become combined with cities to produce food to sustain large populations in a dense area. Disease malnutrition and starvation are hunting and stalking people already but they don’t know it and government’s are not planning for it nor are they alerting the civilisations that they are governing to the possibility, in fact the inevitability of the failure of oil.

Fossil fuels are a relic of the past and in the future they will be a relic of the past again for a different reason. Londoners most likely to be the first city in the world to introduce Eden zones and this will be done through biotropic engineering and design.


The History of 2023 World War.

In 603 B.C. a certain king had a dream. He dreamed a terrible dream that was a nightmare from which he could no more awake than the dead come to life again. When it was done he awoke before sunrise. The king stalked into the throne room, sick with worry because he knew he had dreamed an evil dream but could not remember it. He tried but could not remember it.  At his wits end he called fit his councillors and magicians to find out if they could figure out what his dream was…

Wolven Thieves

Freedom of Illusion

In pondering the unobservable we deduce the facts about the observed aspects. Life is terminal. We are born to die and, die we will but there is an invasive algal plume of ignorance and obstinate non observance of the living that ignores the unspoken fate of us all. We cannot accept death. We refuse it’s power, it’s authority and it’s inevitability: Life in its finality. Life is irrevocably determined to terminate in its own severance.

A White Horse and a Bow

“It is a terrible day that awaits history to write. I sit here at home and consider all I have researched to realise that the rider on the white horse with a bow has been given a crown. As we approach 1260 days from that time we know the end is close. The end of peace. The rider will go out and declare war on Israel and that will be it: game over. The last cards in the fame are being played out and we know who will win, but the players are unaware that they are mere pawns in something greater and more ancient than they realise. The daily politics are a plaything in the chess of life. There are only two players: America and Iran. Somebody is going to drop a nuclear bomb on Damascus very soon. Who drops it, I don’t know. The Israelis will get the blame and America will turn against Israel and create (has created) an aliiance with Iran. All the Middle East will turn and declare war on Israel. She will last just 2 days.”

There are so many people with so many ideas and suppositions about the last days that there are as many varieties of interpretations of biblical as to create a canonical species list of belief system ideas. With this very issue being at the forefront of my mind I set out to find the truth according to the inspired word of God in English and research it as it appears in the ancient Greek. The above is a sample of what happens when a grain of truth is mixed with populist propaganda. What follows from here is not.

“What happens when you die?”

So you’re thinking of going to Heaven? I call bullshit! I have evidence that contradicts your belief. The Bible is quite clear on this and life after death in the spirit world is a pagan ideology. The truth is somewhat different and so radically different that it is revolutionary. When you die you’re dead, end of story… until the day of resurrection when you will be restored to life to face judgment by Jesus Christ on the great white throne. Somewhere between the death of the apostles around 70 A.D. and 2016 the truth was distorted and twisted to become another propaganda gospel. This isn’t some Jehovah’s Witness theology chat, it’s written from beginning to end of the bible. When you understand what the book of Revelation is about and what it means to the rest of the bible you suddenly understand why a Messianic Christian will be obedient to the commandments of God and Jesus unto death. In time I aim to complete this work and expository journey to benefit those who are lost and questioning the reality of modern life and Christianity as a religion.

new camera nikon d5300 for christmas

I was reading a photography forum online and srumbled over this little ad:

“new camera nikon d5300 for christmas.

“now all I need are some hints and tips on how to use it. currently it remains on auto setting and 99.9% of the other functions are a complete mystery to me.”

My first impression was that if you get something like this and you wanted it then you must have figured out that you’d know what it could do and a pretty good idea of how to get it to do that using… oh for Pete’s sake, woman, put it back in the box and give it back telling them you’re too stupid to use it and save the rest of the world the trouble of solving your problems for you. Is there a code to me it is for this reason and people like this that we have mediocre photographers in the world today and the professional photography world is suffering as a result. The entry level cameras are so good that people think they are easy to operate and that by using high-end equipment become professional photographers, well, I have news for you; you stepped off the boat and started drowning instantly. The audio function is a just incase feature for someone who is taking opportunity shots like Street photography or maybe they taking photos of birds or something that’s moving really slowly and maybe even because some damn fool had the stupidest idea of handing over hi and equipment to complete idiot you know nothing about cameras for digital. There is however some light at the end of the tunnel and that is a very, very, very long tunnel taking many, many years to travel through it and come out the other end actually keen to continue photography with that same type of camera. For most people the best course of action is return the camera to where it came from and get themself an expensive compact camera. It won’t have the same result pictures that you get with us DSLR and that they’d probably be better because the compact camera is well suited your lack of knowledge. Photography is not something that is simple and easy to jump into and expect brilliant Ansell Adams results or Jim Henderson fame all your uncelebrated life, no. That is the Muppets view of reality. The best images are often a freak off-chance attempt to capture something that was rare and unformulated with incredible accuracy and deftness of eye and hand and shutter and aperture and ambient light and lense type and framing setup… hang on. This sounds like a load of effort to gain that simple glorious shot? Yes dearie. Now will you please put that expensive bit of equipment away before you make all the professionals look like complete fools by brand association. Point and shoot a DSLR camera is not. How dare you debase such an incredible device to something as base as a focus-free snapshot camera that fits on a mobile phone, a spy pen or even a watch. DSLR means business. Money-making business. It also means avoid unless you are keen to waste a lot of time doing nothing but learning for many years and hours poring over photos of others and investment of exorbitant amounts of money to achieve mediocrity at best and invisibility at worst.

A website aimed at aspiring photographers pointed this out as I write this article. Go take a look here.

To Swear or Not to Swear…

It’s the great writer’s debate: To swear, or not to swear, that is the question—
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous abuse,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of trolls,
And by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heartache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal fame coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the disrespect
That makes Calamity of so long a life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of critics,
The Oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s demise,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodice and lady? Who would these infidels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose burm
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus swearing does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of embarrassment
Is sicklied o’er, with the rosy-cheeked cast of realisation,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of expletive in contempt.

Yes. Thank you, Bill Wobbledagger. That song and dance made famous and bent to the errant will of thousands upon thousands of scribes…upon your behest and imagination to us all bequeathed. Is it too much to announce the experimental shit and consequently lose the imbued emotion of the outrageous and definitive bastard letter F? Luck is one thing. Duck is an action followed by a grouse. Whatever follows fuck ought to enhance it’s appeal rather than announce its commonality. The banal placement of any expletive to the point of hegemony is sheer boisterous laziness in the extreme. Abuse in expletives, by expletives for the sheer availability of expletives denies the real pungent flavour of emotion they should convey and somehow don’t through abundant use and wear.

Sometimes they are abused to the point of ignorant ignominy and drown in valueless prosperity of use. The London accent surely enhances the dappled use of the vile word age that it even begins to sound marginally pleasant to listen to the litany of almost pious worship of linguistic filth fly so salaciously from their cockneyed lips. It’s the words. The precision of their rude placement and juxtaposition with royalty and class themes. That’s the key to eloquent elucidation and veracity of phrase that ought to expose the grunting life of the purest theater in verbal expression.

Cry foul and let loose the words of raw!

A short story made long

Dear women of planet Earth.

Please come down to earth. Your aspirations to make yourself appear better looking in your own eyes is ruining your identity and turning us men off. This constant striving to design your body against the genetic makeup you were infused with by your parents and thousands and thousands of people before you to make you so unique and, you want to be Barbie Doll…


So you get more sex requests?

So that men will stare at you with lust in their eyes?

So when you’re 80 and your breasts point at your nose while you walk around with a zimmerframe and the man of your dreams has never materialised because men don’t love plastic as much as women, will you still be questing for eternal youth…

Let me tell you something. This is a true story. I met a beautiful girl when I was a young man. I chased her like it was the ultimate dream come true and I had to have her. She was beautiful beyond belief in my eyes. She lived my elective lashes because of their length but she would not date me. I tried. she vanished from my life without a trace for over 20 years. I hunted for 3 years for her and didn’t find her. Once in a while I’d try ask people about her but nobody knew… it was sad for me.

She thought she was ugly. The only boy who wanted her made her the most intricate cards for valentines with calligraphy and hand designed artwork that  must have taken hours. Days even… “I’m not worth that effort.” She thought. So she started to diet and slim down. She met a man later on and he looked down on her and treated her badly. She dieted more. And then started the diet pills and stopped eating big meals. Then she started to give up meat and miss meals. She cut down almost all her food to a few hundred calories a day to lose weight.

Her father took her to hospital. The diagnosis was anorexia. She had weeks to live. Her teen age size clothes looked like a tent on her. Her legs so thin that a healthy woman’s forearm was  more flesh and strength. She nearly died. Several times. She left the man because he was so horrible to her and her dad made her leave him. After all that time, the beautiful woman had kept the cards from her childhood sweetheart and still has them to this day.

The boy grew up to be a man. He was so disappointed that the woman he loved didn’t want him that he thought he wasn’t good enough for anyone. He met another girl who had him eating out her palm in minutes. She was experienced and took his innocence. She was the first girl he ever kissed. I mean properly kissed. They had a child but she dumped him before the baby was born. He only saw the child for a few hours of her lifetime, then fate carried him far away to distant lands. He waited for the mother of his child to ask him back but she never did. He met another woman. He thought that if he couldn’t be with the woman he loved he would love the woman he was with. He married the next wan and had kids with her too. The woman decided to have a few affairs and then their marriage ended. In pain and distrust he found a younger more beautiful woman who was a designer model. They had a fiery romance and she fell for child and they married. He left the country and traveled so far that he could never visit his children ever again. The heartbreak was so great That he swore this would be the last woman in his life. Abroad, he healed and grew into a real man. His love grew and his heart opened again. He sent for his young bride and their child after a time and they joined him in this foreign land. Her beauty grew and his familiarity with her looks became commonplace experience. There was nothing more to their marriage than a physical attraction that faded and jaded so fast that withing w years it fell apart and exploded into nothing leaving 2 more children without a father and a broken woman staring at the mirror trying to look more beautiful than before and find the right man who was not showing up.

10 years passed. She was still alone. She still is alone. Her looks are fading with age. The bitterness grows Inside her. And she refuses all men until the right one comes along. Friends with benefits for her most ardent suitor until Mr. Right.

The man moved on. He met a stranger in her home while doing some work for her one day. They spoke. They clicked. She wasn’t the most stunning woman he’d ever met but he knew in his heart that she was the woman he needed in his life. She was good looking and we’ll mannered. She had poise and charm. She like the way he thought and enjoyed his company. He tried to get her to date him but she wouldn’t. He refused to give up. He chased her endlessly with occasional phone calls until one day her friend called the man up and made a date for them in secret. The lady finally agreed to meet up with him. A few weeks later she fell ill and went into hospital for a week. He visited her every day after wotk that she was in there and they fell in love. When she left hospital he would spend hours on the phone to her. They became soul mates over time. They shared every waking moment together that they could without her family and friends finding out. Out of the blue one day he proposed to the lady and she said YES!

They married 6 months later and have been married ever since. The lady is the true love he always wanted and he is the man of her dreams. They were born over 10,000km apart and have only spent 16 nights apart since they were married 7 years earlier. Her body is broken by illness. Her legs mishap en by disease. Both her hips are broken and he pushes her in a wheel chair when she cannot walk. He washes her hair and styles it better than the professional salon girls. He paints her nails and takes her to movies and feeds her when she’s sick. He takes her shopping wherever she wants to go in the country and stays up late at night in case she needs him. He baths her. Her dresses her. And she is fading away. They speak of the future with diminishing hope and the false nails she loves make her happy even though her fingers are bent and broken out of shape.

He loves her. Her teeth are going crooked and her neck is stiffening. She finds it harder to walk and will need new knees someday soon. Her hips are titanium and shouldn’t have lated as long as this. She cries because she thinks she isn’t beautiful, but he looks at her and says a few simple things…

You’re not likely to win miss universe, but miss universe will not lokely have me. I would never change you for anyone in the world because I love you for who you are. Don’t read beauty magazines anymore; they will only make you feel ugly. No matter what you think or believe, I know your are my Queen of Hearts and I never thought that I would ever have the chance to love and be loved as we do Each other.

The man found his high school sweetheart. He remains married and faithful to his queen of hearts. He has made his peace with the girl of his youth and she now knows that he always loved her and should have accepted herself as she was and maybe things would have been different. to this day they are good friends and he encourages her to grow and keep healthy because to be the most beautiful woman on your life is to accept your best parts and your worst parts and make them your trademark because that’s what a man wants to love: his trademark lover who is a complement to his failings that their strengths make up for each other’s weaknesses and the two are strong as one!