INVENTION: Aura Projector

Aura Projection with bumped-up contrast

I had an epiphany last summer and canceled my cable TV subscription immediately after I got up off my bed (where the epiphany struck).
Here’s what happened.

I was feeling extremely low-energy after taking a shower on a hot, sunny, summer day.

I had the TV on, CNN rattling on and on in the background while I went about my day.

All hot and wet from my shower, I flopped down on my bed, and just stared at the ceiling, not particularly listening to the blaring TV in the next room, but able to hear it nevertheless.

As it happened, there was a small stool with a half empty glass of water on it beside the bed, and the stool was actually touching the mattress.

The surface of the water in the drinking glass was creating a reflection on the ceiling, due to the 3pm sun streaming into the window.

Because there was contact between the stool with the water glass and the mattress where I lay, I noticed that the beat of my heart was slightly jiggling the sun’s reflection on the ceiling.

In my glazed over state, I gazed at this jiggling reflection, amused to see my own “vibration” on the ceiling.

I picked up the glass and put it right beside me on the mattress in order to create a more accurate projection of my heartbeat on the ceiling.

I then gazed at this for a couple of minutes… CNN blaring in the background.

It occurred to me as I watched the little jiggling light-spot on the ceiling, that there was a rhythm which was corresponding to the CNN noise.

WAR. ECONOMIC CRISIS. FAMINE. NATURAL DISASTER. MORE WAR. MORE FINANCIAL CRISIS. HOUSING COLLAPSE. MORE WAR. …etc…

I saw the rhythm of the announcers’ dire pronouncements in my reflection, and it was not harmonious. This jangled, aggressive, rhythm with its negative messages seemed to be “invading” my own natural vibration.

So I got up from the bed, turned off the TV, and then went back to the bed, careful not to spill the water in the glass and then resuming my observation of my heartbeat-reflection on the ceiling.

It was now much more harmonious in its rhythm.

collage of projected vibrations with bumped-up contrast

I am amazed by this discovery, and I would like to create a device like a glass canister of some sort with a water reservoir for the user to pour water into. It has a powerful light built into it, which creates the reflection on the wall or ceiling. I may need to install a mirror in it, in order to more accurately “point” the projection on a wall or screen… perhaps a device could even be developed to “read” this reflection and interpret it through some sort of algorithm.

Turn off your TV or put on your tinfoil hat

I really think this is a good invention, again, like all my others, I donate this to the public realm. If anyone could manufacture a nice aura projector, using the amazing properties of water an light, I would gladly buy this at a metaphysical shop!

Below are some actual photos of projections, including my own, unaltered from the original (the ones above have bumped-up contrast) – please note, the photos do not do justice to these projections – I’m going to have to take some videos of these glowing patterns of light, vibrating jiggling, pulsating, slowing, speeding-up, etc.

I am interested in doing some experimentation with playing classical music, punk rock, reading poetry, having a conversation, etc., to see the effects on the projected patterns:

WELCOME TO THE INSIDE OF MY HEAD

Fabric

Main Entry: fab·ric
Pronunciation: \ˈfa-brik\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French fabrique, from Latin fabrica workshop, structure
Date: 15th century

1 a : structure, building b : underlying structure : framework <the fabric of society>
2 : an act of constructing : erection; specifically : the construction and maintenance of a church building
3 a : structural plan or style of construction b : texture, quality —used chiefly of textiles c : the arrangement of physical components (as of soil) in relation to each other
4 a : cloth 1a b : a material that resembles cloth
5 : the appearance or pattern produced by the shapes and arrangement of the crystal grains in a rock

Fabric

A little off-kilter buy, hey, it’s 4am

Ganesh Trying To Tell Me Something?

Yes, my photoshopping skills leave something to be desired, so I guess the pic is a bit creepy.

But I had such a powerful dream and it was a while ago.

I was on the back of a wagon, and the ride was pretty bumpy.

I was facing the back so I could see where I had been but not where the wagon was going.

Suddenly I saw this (above) elephant come GALLOPING up to catch up to me.

He was running behind the wagon and he looked into my eyes with these really jewelly-green eyes.

It was a very intense eye-lock.

And he said “____ _____ _____ ____ ____” which sounded like total gibberish to me!

Aaarrgh! It was a really important message, and I couldn’t understand – the words came out of him telepathically, not out of his mouth but out of his face/eyes as sound, but the sounds were in an unintelligible language, or more likely gibberish!

My Hindu friend was helping me to understand the dream… yes, I guess it’s about obstacles…. Or then again, perhaps a bit of undigested cheese….

Michael Clayton – Brilliant Movie

I loved this movie – It made me think and feel.

There are several truly poignant scenes in the movie, one of which is below, and if you click the link you will find an excellent review and analysis of it, “Mithraic Mysticism” and all.

I have to admit, I have moments of clarity (I believe it’s clarity, not insanity) JUST LIKE THIS:

We hear Arthur’s confession to Clayton during the film’s opening credits. What he describes sounds less like a psychotic break, and more like a Philip K. Dick-type visionary experience. After a lifetime of conscience-less litigation, Arthur realizes he himself has become an accomplice to mass murder:

I realize we’re standing in the middle of the street, the light’s changed, there’s this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I freeze, I can’t move, and I’m suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I’m covered with some sort of film. It’s in my hair, my face… it’s like a glaze… like a coating, and… at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic – embryonic – fluid. I’m drenched in afterbirth, I’ve-I’ve breached the chrysalis, I’ve been reborn.

But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I’m thinking no-no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Ledeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism whose sole function is to excrete the… the-the-the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity.

Polar Bears Are Disgusting

You know…. I just hate polar bears.

They are total assholes.

Fuck ‘em, hope they all die.

Really, what’s the downside? Is there a downside?

Oh, if all the polar bears die then… there will be more fish & seals?

Ummm seriously, *is* there a problem with wiping them out completely? Ugly vicious bastards….
Of course, this post is in good fun – yes I would feel bad if they really went extinct, but honestly I’ll bet they don’t.

Even the babies are disgusting when they are soaked in blood.
Check out the video below – polar bears generally just eat the baby seal’s energy-rich blubber and leave the meat behind….

Can GreenPeace *do* something about these assholes?

Psychopaths

I found this article very interesting:

http://www.hare.org/links/saturday.html

I want to do a psychopath study, too. I have some theories.  Here’s one of my theories:I think it must start in the womb;  and I’ll venture that easy access to “family planning” has probably reduced the number of psychopaths in this society.
In any society where so many babies are the products of rape, I think you would find a higher number of psychopaths per capita (I have a way of solving Africa’s social problems: a free gun for every African *woman*, but that’s a whole ‘nother subject!).
I wonder if there is a bell curve or some kind of gradient in the degree to which individuals are afflicted with psychopathy.
It’s a truly fascinating topic. In 1871 an Italian doctor out of sheer curiosity cut open the head of a (already-dead!)  psychopath and discovered a physical similarity between the “criminal brain” and the brains of rats – here’s a mention of that in a modern-day article: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/science/eureka/article7011992.ece -
NB: this article uses the f-word (fascism) … what if psychopaths could be outed with an MRI? Would we want to monitor ‘em, sterilize ‘em, lock ‘em up, terminate ‘em? Is it genetic? Environmental (I think so – I think it’s from experiences in the womb – and I’m not trying to cast aspersions on the poor unfortunate women who produce psychopaths – I’m sure many of them are very nice ladies who had a rough time of the whole reproductive thang).
I think psychopaths are *seldom* violent. They enjoy their lives just like any creature and can do very well for themselves in an urban environment, particularly in the fields of finance or law. ;-)

Here’s an interesting video too:

Sports Are Fucking Stupid

I’ll just never understand sports fanatics.
I think there is only one thing more preposterous than *enjoying* chasing around after a ball or puck like a dog: that’s *enjoying WATCHING* a bunch of humans chasing around after a ball or puck.
Seriously… I guess there is part of my brain actually missing, because I prefer to watch a spider spin a web.
Also, there are terrible hazards associated with sports.

I’m in my mid-40s and have avoided playing sports all my life. It was pretty hard to weasel out of it as a kid when they would FORCE us to chase around after these damn balls, run around in circles & jump over shit like a gaggle of trained dogs in Physical Education class.

What a nightmare that was.

I have to say that I am almost alone in my peer group – I have NO ACHES & PAINS. I wake up feeling Fucking Great every morning, no bum shoulder or blown out knees. It’s fantastic. Not one sports injury thanks.

It’s bullshit that playing sports is good for you. That is propaganda – it’s part of the entertainment industry and it serves no purpose at all. Imagine if we used all that energy for something HALFWAY USEFUL?!

British Superstitions

Wow what an interesting bit of Brit superstition – just learned this today from one of my facebook friends:

if you mention, see, or talk about RABBITS, it’s very, very unlucky for a fisherman!
Boats have been known not to go to sea if they see one on the road on the way to work!

My Dad was a Brit, and I am quite familiar with the quirky behaviours of Brits, based on very frikkin’ weird belief systems.

I remember Dad forcing me to give him some money, even just a coin, when he gave me a knife for a gift.

ME: thanks for the knife, Dad
DAD: OK you’re welcome, now give me a coin
ME: What?
DAD: You have to give me a coin, some money, or the knife will cut you.
ME: Hahahahaha!!! Pffftttt!! You don’t really believe that, do you?!
DAD: JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING PENNY GODDAMMIT!

Cunt

My little sister was recently chastised by some Canadians for her use of the C-word (not ‘Canada’).

It occurs to me in this instance that we are culturally British, although brought up entirely in this maple-beaver-hockey country.

My British Dad called pretty much everyone a cunt. We didn’t bat an eye. We were aware that this was not a polite term, but growing up, we were completely unaware that for Canadians, the word ‘cunt’ is much more abominable than, for example, ‘prick’, ‘cock’ or ‘dick’, which are rather well tolerated even in mixed company.

Do women need to “own” the word ‘cunt’ just as black people own the N-word? Do women want to own it? Is it bad or good that ‘dick’ is OK but ‘cunt’ isn’t?

I can’t make these decisions.

I suppose the obvious solution is to avoid using profanity.

Just to prove to any Canadians (I suppose Americans are similar in their abhorrence of ‘cunt’) that Brits just use English differently, here are Dudley Moore and Peter Cook having a casual conversation in their native tongue. Let us refer to this as “Exhibit A” – this is how British people talk:

 

UNACCEPTABLE TWEETS

Was … ummm…. repurposing a Twitter account the other day and had to clean it up a bit (that is, remove the ranting).

Anyway, here is a bullet list of my UNACCEPTABLE TWEETS:

• cat lovers have a desire to give love to a free being; dog lovers are more interested in slave-ownership
• each human is a unique SQL query string, returning results [x]: ERGO: *something* is querying this database….
• issuing a command & submitting a request are actually the same thing, slightly different syntax, roles.
• is advising Earthlings who can afford the hundred-and-some bucks: http://www.survivalistseeds.com. Be interested in seeds…
• Can anybody tell me any invention/discovery more important than penicillin? http://www.ideafinder.com/history/inventors/fleming.htm
• Hoax? I just can’t believe this, although I’m no physicist: http://bit.ly/2BfRh
• It’s true, CNN doesn’t want to talk about Pakistan, Israel, Iran, the Fed audit; they want to talk about Michael Jackson. UNBE-fucking-LIEVABLE.
• This Michael Jackson memorial service ticket lottery = CLASSIC bread & circuses… the empire is falling
• RE: Global Climate Change, hmmm…. Just don’t believe everything you read/hear – NOBODY *knows* http://www.climatechangefacts.info
• is going to try not to be so cynical this weekend. No CNN, no crisis, no politics… just gardening, planning, bizdev, & a couple beers
• had an epiphany last week and canceled the cable TV – they should be paying *me* a monthly fee if they want me to watch that sh*t
• CSA (chainsmolingalcoholic.com) has been updated re: David Carradine: http://www.chainsmokingalcoholic.com/
• I have a new invention – breathalyzer for your phone/comp: http://bit.ly/3P56TW
• One hell of a quote (rant/epiphany) from “Michal Clayton” http://bit.ly/cuN5v
• Is it just me, or do you think “clean coal” is an oxymoron? And *who is paying* for this ad? http://bit.ly/YjLpv
• BRILLIANT: RT @StephenColbert : “Nation, just remember the most important gun safety tip. If you have a gun, you’ll be safe.”
• $1B “Clean Energy” money for Canada, but OVER HALF of it is ‘Carbon Capture’ tomfoolery http://tinyurl.com/qssyx5 …
• * giggling when BBC talking heads say “OehBAMMARRADminiSTRATION” * – and YES I know you Brits think our accents are ridiculous too.
• CNN is driving me nuts – can someone from the NWO please contact me IMMEDIATELY for instructions: BIRTHCONTROL IS THE ANSWER (Zork’s right)
• OMG – Nancy Pelosi, CIA, Waterboarding, Much Ado About Sweet F.A.: http://lynk2.net/quq – seriously, is “simulated drowning” the REAL prob?
• OMG Zork is so funny: http://bit.ly/dgthT -I agree, so much human pollution is in pursuit of p*ssy
• #followfriday @AfricanProverbs – I love this: “What is inflated too much will break into fragments. ~Ethiopian Proverb”
• I want AGM (Absorbed Glass Mat Batteries): http://tinyurl.com/c6lvje,%20or%20Absorbed%20Glass%20Mat%20Batteries
• planting my Topsy-Turvy Tomato Planter tomatoes – infomercial gleeeee – (visions of rich red salad self-sufficiency this summer – LOL)
• PLEASE read this by Martin Armstrong: http://tinyurl.com/c7s8q4
• existential quote for the morning: “It doesn’t matter who we are underneath. It is what we do that defines us.” Batman
• kicking back for the night… red wine (no cigarette) zzzzz
• Here is some interesting CT for those who like CT: http://tinyurl.com/cbecuc
• @JVLaB -Who’d'a thunk there’d be such a thing as Poetry Month nowadays (seems mediaeval): http://www.poets.ca/Linktext/npm.htm
• has started some semi-OCD hand-washing behaviours in light of all this swine-flu stuff. Hmm, think I’ll go wash my hands again :-/
• -family farms nervous about their rights to sell directly to consumers. I’d never even thought of this! http://www.farmtoconsumer.org/
• Buy gold, China is: http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&sid=aypyRVuxbszg&refer=home
• Earth Day was yesterday… business as usual today, or is anybody still thinking about cutting down on the resource-guzzling?
• doesn’t understand the big deal about gay marriage – why deny it? Why even want it? Isn’t it outmoded anyway? What about gay divorce?
• Put a BUTTON on that scene: http://tinyurl.com/b7alah
• is on an energy jag – solar, wind, geo, alt,green, renewable, & what the hell, energy medicine healing, why not…?
• AMERICA IS GOOD – easy to criticize because the people are free to criticize, but … America is an idea, a concept, like opensource – GOOD!
• Reading Celestine Prophecy (again, 10 years later) and trying to survive this evil flu
• Max Keiser Pitches PirateMyFilm.com http://maxkeiser.com/?p=398
• Really enjoyed Malcolm Gladwell’s book “Outliers” – it’s a fast read, very interesting take on ultra-success.
• got a Reiki treatment – feeling F*CKING GREAT
• hoping to meet with Papua New Guinea associates in Vancouver this week
• ranting about the cult of materialism perpetuated by “The Secret” – if we all wish-up a Ferrari at the same time, the universe will implode
• Ron Paul is right about Privateering to get rid of Pirates – http://tinyurl.com/ckg9m6

CURE FOR ANOREXIA

(And I’m talking about the semi-suicidal anorexics, not the vain type who just watch what they eat to the point of neurotic control-freakism)

Lock them up in a pleasant room full of interesting, positive books, yummy meals passed through a slot, NO TV or any kind of glamour mags, funny videos, & NO MIRROR. If you just leave them in there for a month or two without any access to humans they can torture with their psychological bullshit, I’m sure they’d be alive.

Then again, I think there’s some argument for making it a crime against their parents… grrr … spoiled narcissistic little bitches, torturing their Mums & Dads.
I think the most efficient approach is, upon diagnosis, take them to a special kind of (minimum wage) doctor who offers them a choice between
A)eating a balanced meal (without throwing up) or
B)taking a lethal injection
EVERY DAY AT NOON UNTIL CURED OR DEAD.

As with almost every subject, I’m with George Carlin on this one:

BUNKER FRIDAYS ("9/11 IS MY SIDE JOB")

Robson & Jervis… this should be a night of interesting conversations.

LOUIS CK FUNNY COMEDIAN

I have made an awesome new comedic discovery!
These Louis CK videos crack me up!!!

This “Why” video is just the funniest thing!

I don’t hate deer this much, but this is a hilarious schtick!




MEMORIES FROM INFANCY

I’ve often wondered how many other people there are out there who have memories from infancy.
When I was 5 or 6 I awoke one morning from a vivid dream/memory of my christening.
In my dream/memory, I was in my mother’s arms, looking straight up her nose, and I was crying and spluttering with all the energy in my little body because she was carrying me into a cold, dark building, and I sensed negative energy there (it was an Anglican church).
It is interesting to note that my thoughts were not in English, as they mostly are now (from time to time I do think in French or German, but almost always, I would say that my thoughts have a kind of linguistic structure). I knew no language yet. I was about a month old.
Anyway, my mother was not obeying my “command” to GET OUT OF THERE, and she continued to carry me further and further into this building while I cried to her. I felt I had some influence on her.
At some point, she placed me into the hands of a man, and I remember thinking, again without language, that my “goose was cooked” and I was at the mercy of this man, over whom I had no influence.
I then just gave up and stopped crying. I was exhausted and besides, it seemed pointless at that point.
After some fiddling around, perhaps some ministrations, the man put water onto my head.
This is the end of my memory/dream.
I awoke with a start, a 5 or 6 year old girl again, and went downstairs for breakfast and there was my Mum.
I told her I had remembered my christening in a dream and she smiled and giggled and told me that was impossible because I was only about 1 month old at the time.
So I recounted the details to her and she got a perplexed look on her face.
She said, “That’s funny, it’s true: I was kind of embarrassed that you cried and cried UNTIL the moment I passed you into the minister’s arms, then you stopped crying.”
I told her it wasn’t because I felt calm in the hands of a “man of God” but that I simply gave up crying because I knew I could not influence him, and I was at his mercy and I might as well give up crying. It was taking a lot of my energy.
Please email me if you have similar memories of infancy.

SOVIET MODEL

No this isn’t a Russian Dating post.

It’s an economics rant.

It’s interesting to me that despite all the talk of impending U.S. Dollar inflation, nobody in the mainstream media is talking about hyperinflation (pah rooskie, ‘geepereenflatzeeya’).
I was ranting about that last year and I’m surprised that nobody in mainstream media ever talks about this.

People seem confused about what inflation is.

It’s not rising prices.

In a natural, healthy, free market, prices rise and fall, depending on natural market forces, namely supply & demand!

Hyperinflation is not a situation where there are a just a few too many paper notes chasing the supply of goods and services. That’s just your garden-variety inflation.

Make no mistake, hyperinflation comes when there is NO FAITH IN A CURRENCY.

Hyperinflation is when you’d prefer to own a roll of toilet paper than a fistful of currency that nobody thinks is worth anything more than, arguably, and only in certain unstocked shops, a kind of state-issued foodstamp.

When I was in Russia in 1992, nobody wanted rubles. With rubles, you could only buy whatever basic (lousy, wilted, generally yucky) food actually did make it to market (most food got misappropriated somewhere along the supply chain by hungry workers).

Most of the food available for sale in Moscow in 1992 was on the street outside the subway stations, not in the grocery store. It was generally for sale in rubles but LOTS of rubles… hyperinflated rubles.

Street rubles, not state-run-shop rubles.

With rubles, the main thing you could safely expect to be able to buy was bread at the bread store, where the state had maintained control even throughout the shift from communism to capitalism.

You could even buy black or white bread.

It was a ruble-oasis.

I had a laugh when i saw a loaf of Russian black bread (“chyorniy klyeb” / черный хлеб) for sale for $50/loaf in the posh grocery store here in Yaletown, flown-in fresh on Aeroflots from Russia to Vancouver, Canada. I remember buying that stuff for kopeks (0.01 of a ruble, like a penny to a dollar), in Moscow in 1992, and damn, it IS GOOD STUFF.

But back to hyperinflation….

If you wanted to buy anything valuable or anything imported, people would demand KKKHHARD KOORANSEEE (‘hard currency’), and by this, they meant U.S. Dollars or British Pounds.

Demanding foreign currency for domestic sales was actually illegal, but honestly we had all grown weary with the daily laundry list of completely insane monetary/tax laws – clearly everyone at the top was suffering from nervous breakdowns and insane edicts were being mused over in every radio- or TV-possessing home in Moscow. I remember drinking tea after tea (there wasn’t much to eat) with my Russian friends, asking them over and over again, questions like: “Is it really true that the tax on commerce is now 90%? That’s what it said on the news this morning, right? Is that really true? Can that be true? Are they serious? Holy shit!”

Seriously, I remember some crazy edicts coming from the top in those days in Moscow. The next day, the rules would be changed or the proposed law would not be enacted. Maybe they were thinking out loud and kind of panicking. I guess nobody knew what to do!

I learned the Russian word for panic – it’s “panika” (паника).

None of this really surprised me (OK, OK maybe the 90% tax threats surprised me – but not the general chaos), because I had a basic university course in economics under my belt and I had been taught in no uncertain terms how silly & unnatural the Soviet economic model was.

I remember distinctly in university, taking Economics 101, and how we used to snigger about the Soviet “Command & Control” economic system. Like – HELLO – the only way you can have a healthy market/currency/economy is by letting the market take care of itself.

We, in the West, like to interfere with the market where it seems too harsh, just as we interfere with “cruel” nature.

In some ways this is a good thing, in my opinion. We can have a good effect (ie: a certain level of social welfare), and anyway AS LONG AS WE LIMIT OUR INTERFERENCE, the market, like any healthy, natural ecosystem, can absorb our impact, clean itself, and carry on normally.

Sadly, it seems that the U.S. government and the Federal Reserve in the U.S. has created a command & control economy just like the Soviet model we used to mock back in the 80s. The Fed is busy churning out valueless dollars like sweaty, desperate ponzi-schemers, and the U.S. government has apparently largely taken over the banking business and auto industry…. or vice versa…?

In my 1980s uni class, we KNEW that the childish (Soviet) belief that mere humans could actually print up as much money as they want and attempt to completely control / micromanage the market could only result in disaster.

When did we forget that?

I never took Economics in 2nd year.

I never really think about any of this stuff unless I have to – it’s kind of boring.

Has ANYONE been thinking about this stuff?

Scary.

EXECUTIVE ORDER


Executive Order 11110


INVENTION: BREATHALYZER FOR COMMUNICATION SERVICES

(Similar to the device attached to a car’s ignition subsequent to a DUI charge).
Yes, imagine a small tube connected to your telephone or computer: blow over a pre-set blood-alcohol limit and access to all social networking media, such as FaceBook, Twitter, MySpace etc, would be DISABLED. Also, all but emergency 911 calls would be DISABLED. I think I could sell the shit outta this one (could USE it too!).
Here is a related article – regarding the Twittalyzer…

TWO MORE INVENTIONS

I need something for butter like one of the starfrit cheese graters that live in the fridge with your cheese preinstalled. I need one for butter that would spit out 5 thin, thin, thin strands of butter with a cranking on a side handle or something, so that you could put these little strands on your toast and they would melt. I HATE having chunks of cold butter ripping my toast!

ALSO, i used to have a tiny travel mouse with a RETRACTABLE CORD. It was great – you would give a tug on each end of the spring-loaded spooler, and the cord would retract. I wish those spring-loaded spools were available as standalones. You could make them open up on the side, wind-in your cord, snap the side-lid on, and boom, have retractable cords on everything. Can somebody please start selling pack of 3 and all different sizes?!

WORKING ON AN OFF-GRID POD

It’s all skylights & gardens on the top level, with a fire-station-type passage to the downstairs.

I had some time on BC Ferries lately – disconnected from the Internet and looking for a good time-waster.
Et Voila:

This sounds a bit nutty, but it would be best built right into a hill - no outside profile… or as my consultant commented “no curb appeal” – LOL.
A la UFO shape…

MIDDLE LEVEL: for bedrooms (AKA: “personal units”) and a central kitchen/command center.

THE BASEMENT: (bottom level) would comprise energy / heat storage.

COLD-STORAGE (FOOD): I didn’t do a diagram, as I am thinking that to store *large* amounts of food, there would have to be a separate building or chamber, accessible by tunnel.

Now I just have to get the world’s top architects vying for the chance to run with this fabulous idea