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Doug Lowe's Background
I was born on the 15th October 1938. I was born to a very conservative South African Father and an inspirational South African Mother. The first house I lived in was a miner's house which was of corrugated iron in a small town called Krugersdorp. It was a well-appointed tin house with the kinds of rooms you would expect in a modern house as my father was an underground Mine Captain.
When I was 5 my parents escaped from mining. The mining Company found a job for my Father on a huge ailing citrus estate in a magical valley called Barberton. It was called Moodie's Estate. They gave him a 5 year contract to turn it around and make a profit. We moved into the farm tin house and started living there for 5 most beautiful years. By the time we left, Dad had built a smart modern thatched home which is still there.
From my earliest years I was intensely curious to know how everything worked. So I spent hours on the farm watching creatures of every size; from ants to mosquitos, flies, spiders, caterpillars, butterflies, bird life and animal life. The farm had a huge diversity of wild life (that includes especially insects). My father was something of a naturalist having been brought up in the bush of Africa and knew a great deal about African fauna and flora. I did learn from him how to observe nature but I was an impatient student.
For my 8th birthday I wanted nothing else besides a strong magnifying glass. I treasured it for 50 years until it fell apart. I also pestered to despair my mechanic Grandfather, who maintained the fleet of farm vehicles. I wanted to know everything about how engines and all of the other machines work and why. As I grew into my teens I began to ask how our solar system works and why. The solar system is a machine and so it must work according to mechanical laws. I checked them out. I didn't like them. I disassembled broken watches to see how they worked. It was good to know how they worked.
By the time I reached 18 and was leaving school I had drawn some interesting conclusions about my world and my universe. I knew how most animate and inanimate things worked. I was 18 years old when I had a fatal disagreement with mainstream science. From my perspective, I saw the solar system as a functioning machine. That machine works in the folowing way: By means of a gravitational tether, the Sun holds the planets in fixed orbits. So what force drives the planets around? You say momentum but momentum is not a driving or propulsive force. So then you resort to Newton. My problem then and ever since has been a fundamental disagreement with Newton and Einstein. But at the time I did not have a force to come to my rescue to prove that their gravity - momentum universe is is not the one we live in. Dark Matter and Dark Energy have come to my rescue.
At that time (1956) the idea of Dark Matter was already being taken seriously. Dark Energy had not become a possibliity because Hubble was decades away. I was sure then and have become surer still that I was right about how the universe works. Observational revelations since then have made my theories not just more plausable but have reinforced the plausibility of them.
In my teens under the influence of my magnifying glass, I discovered something strange and that is that the fly only has 2 wings and that the second pair had atrophied into 2 little knobs. There had to be an important reason why. It was an evolutionary anomaly. And other anomalies were emerging. I talk about a few of them. And I have spent the rest of my life - on and off - investigating some of them.
I carried out my first 'anti gravity' experiment in the science lab using an electrostatic machine at Witwatersrand University when I was still 18. I failed to continue my studies there in civil Engineering as the maths tutor refused to answer my questions regarding the fundamental principles behind calculus. He said he was not prepared to hold back the entire syllabus for the year to answer my questions. My job as a student was to learn parrot fashion and FAST and not to ask challenging questions. I was disillusioned. That should not be what higher learning is about! I needed to know not just how to do the maths. I also needed to know the why of it. I should have been born 200 years ago and had a private maths tutor. I might then have made progress in the subject.
At that time, I was convinced that the fly was using antigravity (as against neutralising gravity - a crucial difference) to enhance its flight and so I determined to invent an antigravity machine. I think I built my first machine when I was 25. It comprised a number of driven gyroscopes. It was very basic but it used up the last few pounds out of our budget. I say our budget because I had just got married to my wife Gwen. But I passionately thought that it would work and the future would take care of itself. I was wrong and not for the first time. Each new theoretical idea begot another machine and each machine failed. And the last series of experiments I did last year also failed. But my conviction that the fly is neutralising gravity remains unshaken as my conviction tha the ancient megalithic builders were also neutralising gravity in order to build their mighty constructions.
So you could label me a scientist when you look at that arm of my career. And in the capacity of scientist against the mainstream, I guess qualify. Like most scientists I am driven by curiosity about life, the universe and everything. But in the search for the truth I was also struck early on in that quest how debunkers pervade our society and control the disemination of the 'truth' and pervert the course of discovery and knowledge.
My Other Careers
I was compelled to paint from the age of 18. I refused to be taught. I painted 148 abstract paintings in South Africa. Then, disillusioned with Apartheid politics and to seek my fortune as an artist, I emigrated to England and settled in London. My last South African painting was painted in October 1961 and the first in London on 12 November at 18B Bassett Road W10. I was 23.
My first period of painting ended in January 1963. It was numbered 275 by which time I had moved to Manchester (England) and had to knuckle down and earn a living to support my wife and to bring up my 4 lovely children. So I painted in my head for the next 30 years. In Manchester I came upon the great good fortune of finding a great adventurer Gwen, to share my life and to stand by my side through everything. I say great adventurer: She had to be that as she took me on, without knowing anything about me, purely on trust after knowing me for only 7 weeks, an alien from South Africa! We married on the darkest and gloomiest day of the year, the 21st of December 1963 in a Glossop Anglican Church. I knew nobody in Manchester and had nobody in England to invite to our wedding so My Brother in Law to be, agreed to be my best man. Nobody from South Africa could come either due to the shortness of the notice, the money or the shock of me marrying a beautiful English girl. Anyway, I the prodical son had not returned and never did except on pilgrimages or business.
I started painting again in September 1994 and painted my last painting on the 2nd of February 2005. I have not used a drop of paint since then. The muse simply abandoned me and I was happy to leave nature to carry on creating the greatest works of art. My last unfinished work is of Meercats. It is still on the easel. I think about half of my paintings are left and most of the South African ones have got trashed. No doubt my children will have to dump the rest when I die as there will be nowhere to store them.
When I left university I was going through a very unstable time. I think I was borderline schizophrenic. I felt threatened by anybody who had a severe looking face. Gradually I came to the realization that people put on defensive faces for their own protection. That was a relief.
My very first job was with CNA in South Africa. I found a niche there as a book salesman and earned very well for a 20 year old. I saved enough to coast along in London as an artist for 6 months. Then the money ran out. My first job in London when I ran out of money was at Foyles Bookshop. It was slave labour pay. My Mother took pity on me and sent me enough extra money to keep body and soul together. London was stifling. Real countryside was too far away. I am not a city person. Then I secured a job as a book salesman with a 3rd rate recycled title, paperback publishing company called Brown Watson. My company car was a Mini Van. I soon earned more in commission than the Sales Manager so they slashed my commission. So I left in disgust. Bastards!
Somehow I persuaded myself into a job as a Personal Assistant to the Managing Director of an electronics company called Staveley Smith Controls in Dukinfield Manchester. That led on to a career in Product Development in the same Company as seemingly, more than most people, I knew how things worked and then on into Market Research (more self belief than experience). Half a dozen jobs later, growing in experience all the while, eventually I ran out of the ability to be employed and answerable to a slavemaster. So I had to break free aned start on the road of self employment. So I started out as an independent Sales Agent. It was very very hard but we survived and my wife and I slowly by trial and error, her with an O level in sewing and me with my sales and inventive ability, started a manufacturing business in home textiles called Mansion Textiles. Hard as it was we enjoyed working together and our whole attitude to working changed for the better. Our first employee's work room was our garage where he cut the cloth for our cushion production. 20 years later we had built the business up to a turnover of £10,000,000 and 120 employees but we didn't make much profit and we were never out of debt. In the end we escaped bankruptcy by a hairs breadth and good luck as we managed to sell the business for a big enough sum to pay off our mortgage on our house and to be free of any debt. All of the jobs were preserved. We had clear consciences.
In the meantime we had opened a factory shop selling 2nds curtain fabrics. We bought a derelict engineering workshop and transformed it into a smart factory shop. That lasted until we were muscled out of the trade by much bigger warehouses. We managed to sell the premises at a profit. In the meantime, around 2002, I had started an internet business selling art and craft materials on eBay. I did this to help pay for the rent on my quite big art studio in Vernon Mill, Stockport. This grew to the point where I could no longer find the time to paint. It then grew until I couldn't do it on my own so Gwen's factory shop took it over just as her business was going into decline. When we closed the shop down and I wanted to sell the internet business, My middle daughter Cathy wanted to have a home job so she could be around for the children. She eventually took over the business with her husband and Gwen and I retired at the end of 2015. I was 77. That was the end of work.