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Category Archives: Crop Circles
Yes. Thanks in turn. Eye of Rye perched on the edge of the Valley of Nye, peering down into it almost. No, make that definitely. An eyeball on the edge. Chasm Deep turns the other direction.
Forward or true eye finding another reverse or “backwards” eye in a hole or chasm. True relation of sight and sound revealed; tile enttered heer.
Then below we have the outline of the Chasm Deep sim (orange) superimposed on the Eye of Rye picture, with the alignment between the 2 locations in place still. Remarkably, the 2 highlighted sims of each picture, Nostrilia (red) and Chasm Deep, turn out to, in essence, share the same diagonal (pink), *and*, moreover, intersect each other in such a way as to form a square whose sides are precisely *2/3rds* the length of the associated sims.
Because of this fact, the interference pattern can be easily broken down into a grid of squares 1/3rd the length of a sim. A 3×3 example of such squares making up the Nostrilia sim is shown below.
The Baker family believes this is a representation of 2 eyes focusing, one the Eye of Rye itself, and the other Chasm Deep Sink, peering in the opposite direction, as it were.
The implications here could be far reaching. Far reaching indeed.
Is it strange that I read this today after I just wrote the spanking new VWX Tower (constructed the night before) is *2/3rds* of a sim long?
Ear of Beer, to Ancients, was Chasm Deep sink, as Eye of Rye was the identified island in this blog. Same size — also represents an audio and video side of an a/v tile. Together they make a tile when cued together correctly, an exact 1:1 match. The Martians did this? And their 1/3rd size “sims”? Covered over by the regular size LL grid sims?
The 2/3rds sim overlap between Chasm Deep (ear, audio) and Norstilla (eye, video) is an audiovisual *tile*.
This is much like Gridcosm, frequented by Mike Casey and also his arch-pal known as Bacon Hellershanks in virtual reality, still a resident of the Heterocera continent.
I was sure this was a Second Life photo upon first glance. It’s not (found in search for “synchronicity + tile).
Color of the VWX Tower modules, west to east:
Modules number 13 total for the VWX Tower, the first and last being green. It’s a triple octave. In contrast, City Hall, based on the same module, is a *single* octave:
City Hall is topped by a cat. The much longer and higher VWX Tower is not, and actually cannot be due to property constraints.
Each of the 4 green modules/sections of the VWX except the bottom presently contains a single figure (Lt. Pepper; hooded figure; Giant Rotating Head of Bob). Only the bottom green module (of 2) of City Hall contains a figure (Ben Thar), if you don’t count the topping cat.
This is like the single octave City Hall.
This is like the triple octave VWX Tower.
Both of these crop circles date from 1996, with the single julia set Stonehenge formation being the most famous of the year while the somewhat later triple julia set crop circle from Avebury Trusloe representing the season’s most impressive glyph.
Until then, I’ll leave you with a simple collage of a new crop circle that Hucka D. is implying relates to the Baker’s discovery of the Eye of Rye island. Some interesting comparisons for sure here.
Yes. Thanks in turn. Eye of Rye perched on the edge of the Valley of Nye, peering down into it almost. No, make that definitely. An eyeball on the edge. Chasm Deep turns the other direction.
Summary of 2013 crop circles by Red Collie:
The Day After The Accosting.
Welp, Tim sure felt pretty sorry for me, because he acted as a super guide to the area on Thursday. First we went downtown and he showed me a nifty coffee shop with a great view of Devizes’ central marketplace, which was a bustling hub on this market day. Then after returning to his apt. with market food in tow, we then hopped in his car and he drove me over to Woodborough and the Silent Circle hq, *the* physical and tangible source for crop circle information operated by Charles Mallet, long time circle investigator dating back to the 1990s. Charles was there in person when we visited, and it was an exciting 30 minute or so talk with him. We gabbed about famous past glyphs including the 2001’s huge Milk Hill formation already mentioned a number of times in this here blog. Charles believes that maybe 80 percent of the circles reported these days are hoaxed, or made by very terrestrial and very human crop circle artists. But he also admits a paranormal aspect to the phenomenon still, and said, for example, he has a hard time seeing how the 2001 Milk Hill formation could have been hoaxed, given such facts as the many circles involved appear only as circles from the air and not the very unlevel ground of the remote spot — they’re actually ellipses. And Charles is friends with Barbara Lamb whose book I had just read before arriving in England. He said she *was* a lamb (of a person), and also Barbara told Charles at some point that he could be an alien himself, which I took to mean she thought he could be a hybrid. Charles also spoke of a clear disinformation program attempting to mask and obfuscate the authenticity of the crop circle phenomenon, and appeared guarded when I mentioned Michael Glickman and his book “Bones of the Gods”. Michael is in the camp that believe the great majority of crop circles appearing in England and elsewhere each spring *are* legitimate or have paranormal origins, in contrast to the 20/80 split of same by Mallet. But depsite their differences, Charles admits Glickman is a good writer. Meanwhile, Tim was taking it all in, and I knew that other crop circle enthusiasts would be visiting him later in the year. I knew he would be returning here with new guests soon. Tim stated to Charles that he has visited 1 or 2 crop circles in person each year since coming to Devizes from Cornwall. I found it sad that he also stated to me that he doesn’t like Devizes as much as Cornwall… “at all”, he then added as punctuation to the thought. He’s given up his plant transmutation business since coming to Devizes. I don’t see him staying a long time there, and he even mentioned moving to Indiana in our fair US of A. Indiana! I’m pretty positive that would be a step or two or three down from Devizes, even, so I’m kind of hoping he doesn’t go through with the idea.
So this morning we also visited the Alton Priors church, my second time going inside and my 3rd trip overall, I believe. This is the site of my Lis 07 collage featuring the very same Tim, at least sans head, and I noted that he didn’t seem as excited about the visit as I did. Maybe I should have told him about this collage in addition to the diptych I told him about the previous night, and involving the Devizes train tunnel (Lis 03 04), the scene of the accosting. But I think it was fate we both went together to this church. The joint experience was another future event seemingly prophesized in the Lis series, following up on the similarly predicted accosting (to me). Again, the Devizes leg of my trip, especially, seems to be a real life expansion of the more contract and abstracted “remote viewing” visit in the Lis series.
After the Alton Priors, we went to the nearby Barge for some food and drink. I got the vegetarian lasagna, which I shared with Tim. I believe we both also got a Croppie beer… ummm.
When returning to Devizes, Tim and I parted ways again as I decided to head up to Morgan Hill for more crop circle country hiking. Parked at a small picnic area just beyond the North Wilts Golf Course, at the intersection of The Wansdyke and the C50 road. Walked old Roman roads most of the way, and also a section of the Wansdyke heading back to the car. Was reminded that this particular run of ancient ditch acts as a strong unifying element for the whole Devizes-Marlborough region, starting, east to west, near Savernake and ending about where I parked my car actually, on Morgan Hill. My walking route took me past the sites of what I now perceive as Spongebob Squarepants related crop circle formations of the past several years, including Morgan Hill’s 2007 star formation and the nearby 2009 square formation. These, along with the seemingly related 3d effect crop circle coming at the southern base of the hill in 2011, are seen in pictures 3-5 of The Hole: Other Considerations post from June.
Thursday night I decided to return to The Lamb pub first visited the night before, but was understandably quite leery of going *anywhere* near the St. John’s Church, not to mention the graveyard in back of it where the accosting occurred only the night before.
Then in the middle of the night, about 3 o’clock or a bit before dawn, Tim got me up and we headed to *Stonehenge* for the Summer Soltice festivities there. Amazing. Unfortunately I didn’t take any pictures, but some from another visitor can be found here. We departed about 6 o’clock, I believe, and beat a chunk of the crowd out. When we returned, Tim prepared for a weekend visit to Cornwall, his old home as mentioned before, and I decided to drive to Silbury Hill and ended up taking a 2-3 hour nap in the parking lot there. This was the last I saw of Tim, as he didn’t return to Devizes until Sunday, by which time I was in Pewsey picking up Beth and Kim. How glad was I to see them!
But back to Friday. So after my car nap I returned to Avebury, getting at least a small hike west of town in what’s called Avebury Truesloe, a separate village actually. Saw the Adam and Eve standing sarsen stones from across an oilseed rape field, which might have been the terminal rocks of a second Avebury Avenue (Beckhampton Avenue) to compliment the more famous one coming from the west (Kennet Avenue). But, once again, I felt kind of drained at Avebury, for no real reason.
Now the excitement starts again: On the way back to Devizes that night, decided to stop at The Barge. No real suprise there, since I ended up at this restaurant almost every day of my Wilsthire visit at some point. But this day I decided not to immediately go into the pub, but just park and hike up to Adam’s Grave, one of the nifty landmarks in the Altons area that I hadn’t had a chance to visit yet. Adam’s Grave has its own wikipedia site here , described as a neolithic long barrow, which means it is an ancient, earthen burial mound. It was quite a climb to get to the top, but, what a view! Several other people were there with me, including a photographer who was hiking close to me all the way up. Here’s the story, and it involves him. We were just doing some loose chatting since we were walking so close together (seemed rude just to ignore him in such close proximity) and he stated he was up here to look for crop circles. Well I told him that there was one in the field below (the famous East Field) that formed about 2 weeks prior. Until that moment I’d forgotten that it was there, or that I could possibly see it from this vantage point. I was just walking to get to Adam’s Grave itself, a prominent landmark. But then I looked to the other side of Honeystreet from the crop circle I knew about to find what appeared to be a *second* formation, a little more distant from me than the first. The odd thing about this is that I had *just* checked the Crop Circle Connector about 4:40 at the Devizes public library, before coming to Honeystreet and The Barge, and the formation hadn’t been reported. I asked another person present at Adam’s Grave when spotting this formation and asked if that looked like a crop circle to her. She responded that it had just been posted to the Crop Circle Connector *a little before 5*, so that means I just missed the report. She also said that it seemed more impressive that the other formations of the young season in that it had a complicated braiding effect in an outer ring. And I had to be one of the first dozen or so people to actually see the formation. Excitement plus!! Here was a fresh crop circle. I didn’t know yet that the farmer who owned the field had not allowed access, and even threatened to mow the circle if anyone entered. That’s a key component of this story to keep in mind as well.
So I was excited. I decided to cancel a potential trip to the top of nearby Milk Hill for a better vantage point. I wanted to get back to The Barge and see if anyone had any news *there*. Turned out they did not — the pub was not abuzz with excitement about a new formation or anything approaching that. Then I went out to my car to leave, perhaps to enter the fresh crop circle myself to see it with my own eyes, and it turns out an Audi station wagon had *blocked my Ford Fuckup in*. It took me over an hour to get it out, a story just by itself that I’ll have to wait till another day to tell. But the main point here is that I was blocked at The Barge long enough to make a visit to the crop circle unlikely. I’m bolding that, because, especially looking back on it, “forces” were keeping me from entering the formation. Maybe it was my higher self who knew better and was protecting me. Maybe it was something else. But dusk was quickly approaching as I left The Barge’s parking lot and driving past the location of the crop circle, only tens of yards from the road I had to take to get back to Devizes. *Yards* — and you could see some of it from the road as well. So tempting to enter, and I think I would have if it weren’t for the new time constraints. I *had* to get back to Devizes before dark, see, because I could barely drive on those *fucking roads* during the day. There was no choice for me but to skip the circle visit. And it was only when I returned to Devizes did I learn about the farmer’s ban and the threat of destruction. I was very lucky. What would I have found in the circle?
Oh, by the way, here’s the formation I *didn’t* visit. Red Collie would soon write glowingly about it, and from his text I determined that I was staring at a legitimate (non-hoaxed) crop circle from Adam’s Grave and also the C8 that day. And another unusual thing: it turned out to be one of those rare two-parter, consisting of a phase one (the phase I witnessed) which then developed into a phase 2 the next day. Red Collie states phase 2 appeared to be a hoaxed addendum to a legitmate circle, but I’m uncertain after reading other reports. Also for the record, I mention this same crop circle in the Diamond Too 02 post from early July.
(to be continued)
Check out the latest crop circle, which seems to be one of the better ones so far this late, late starting season. It mirrors the shape of one of those “3 sisters” beech groves I wrote about in my blog earlier this year, specifically Patty (!).
Compare with here:
I’m sure that crop circles have never been beside any of these 3 groves before, armed with knowledge of the archives of this site which contains all known locations of crop circles past and present now.
Red Collie seems to like this one, and I have a feeling he’s going to add some text to his 7/15/13 published picture asap:
He states it is a reincarnation of a crop circle quickly mowed through by a farmer just over a week before, which also seems unusual.
This beech circle is one of the two twins (or sisters) of “Marge” where a cyclist apparently died, an accident we found out about while visiting it in person during our England trip last month. Another perhaps strange thing: couldn’t find out any details about this accident afterwards despite trying quite a number of google search combinations. Maybe it’s time to try again, and harder.
More as it comes in!
Plane trip into England: not terribly bad but my neck hurt quite a lot. Probably stress a big factor. Reached London about 5pm their time, hopped in car, drove on wrong side of road to Devizes. Not too bad a trip — nervewracking to a degree, of course. But I made it. Stopped in Marlborough for a bit, stopped at The Barge and met Ted as soon as I parked the car, an ex-British Marine who owns a canal boat (aka narrowboat) moored next to the Honeystreet bridge. He gave me a tour of his boat — very nice — met his wife, and then he even bought me a Croppie beer at The Barge. Talked of politics and such. Then crop circles came up, and I put forth my theory about them being part hoaxed, part paranormal in origin, and said most researchers agreed with me, disagreeing more about the percentages of each part. Not sure what Ted made of that statement, but at any rate he begged off a hike to the white horse with me, which was okay by me — not that I didn’t like him, but I was ready for some alone hiking time, some serious alone hiking time. And I got it this week believe me! So my first real hike came when I, impromptu, decided to park the car at the Stanton St. Bernard exit off the main road between Devizes and Honeystreet, and headed almost straight up Milk Hill to the north, the highest peak in all of Wiltshire at just under 1000 feet, I believe. Milk Hill article at wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milk_Hill. Exiting a rough hiking trail up, rather skirted the famed Alton Barnes white horse on its side to reach the top, then walked down on very narrow (“C”) road back down to the main highway. Wow, is it beautiful up there — a quick hike, since I needed to get to Devizes certainly before nightfall. So reached Devizes, and Tim was there already. Talked of general stuff and then crop circles; told him about the Barbara Lamb book I wanted to give him (unfortunately never did!). Scouted out downtown afterwards, and had beer in his landlord’s pub (Hare and Hound). 6x draft was my choice, a local brew made by Wadworth Brewery in Devizes itself. Very local, then.
Next day got up *very* early and headed toward Oliver’s Hill and the Devizes White Horse, another in a series of about 9 within Wiltshire County and perhaps the one of most recent design, only dating from the late 1990s. More on Wiltshire white horses here: http://www.wiltshirewhitehorses.org.uk/. I was up and out by about 4:30am I believe — it started to get light during my stay around *3:30*. Amazing. Will miss that. The trail up to the white horse got worse and worse until it just became a line through the weeds and up a hill. Luckily I brought my deluge kit in my daypack (the *amazing* Gregory pack — don’t leave home without it!), ’cause it was raining by the time I reached the horse figure. It’s really amazing at the top of this hill, with a highlight for sure being a small woods called Roundway Hill Covert. Tim later also mentioned the beauty of these woods. Site here: http://www.wiltshire-web.co.uk/oldwildlife/reserves/roundway/roundway.htm. Notable for me was the natural boxwood type plants (they may have been boxwoods themselves) that sprinkled the forest; very un-American seeming. Neck was starting to hurt before reaching Oliver’s Castle, and probably didn’t get to explore to the degree I had hoped for. Worried about neck for rest of trip, but turned out it was fairly okay. Main problem was *parking and driving*. More on that in a moment-o.
Next hike involved Cherhill white horse, after resting at Devizes Costa for a bit. Let me speak of Devizes: I had the idea before staying there that we, B and I, could live in Devizes after retiring, at least for months at a time. Don’t think this is the case now, but let me explain in parts. First, the library was very disappointing. I was expecting an old building full of ancient tomes and manuscripts, and the reality was that it made Blue Mountain’s public library look very good. Computer time for the public was limited, and though no fault of the library, the *keyboard* was a little different in Britain. All this made internet surfing considerably more problematic than I anticipated. A second problem was Costa — I expected an equal to America’s Starbucks, and, sorry Britain, got a flimsy substitute. Lattes weren’t nearly as strong even with extra shots, and they actually sweeten them a bit for some reason. Costa itself was pretty neat as far as stores go, and I had a great location in which to sit and people watch, it being located at a busy walking corner of downtown. Devizes’ downtown, overall, was quite interesting, with three old churches and covering a large area — several alleyways. Got a mocha latte at Costa on day 02, and vowed off sugar thereafter, sensing a cold coming on. Eventually the sugar and stress caught up with me in week 2, when I actually contracted a cold. But during the Devizes part I was okay on that. Had trouble with Tim’s shower in the morning — Britain’s showers are quite different than ours, requiring pulling a chord hung from the ceiling to turn on the hot water, and then adjusting the water temperature on a dial in the tub. And the curtain didn’t pull all the way around. Nowhere to really hang your towel when done. Strange. Back to the big problems: *parking*. I never solved the riddle of parking in Devizes, and ended up, for the last several days there, of parking at a Sports Complex almost a mile from Tim’s apt. One day I even parked at The Barge and walked all the way back to Devizes, a distance of maybe 6 miles, and then trekked back a different route of about 7 miles to The Barge the next morning. But those were some of my favorite hikes, if not my favorites of the trip, at least while I was alone.
The hike up to the Cherhill white horse was amazing as well, especially the earthworks and hill to its south. Later that week I was able to pull off a hike that partially linked this Cherhill horse hike with the Devizes horse hike, taking place around Morgan Hill. More on that in a later post. Should also mention that the oilseed rape field (yellow flowers!) below Cherhill’s horse figure contained a small crop circle, one of the earliest of the very late starting season, and probably man-made. I had actually forgotten it was there when hiking up to the horse figure. The farmer who owns the field didn’t allow access. But — my first spied crop circle! Pretty exciting, and then more would be on their way, or at least 2 more. To the south of Cherhill, one had a fantastic view into what I’ve been calling The Hole on this blog. A picture of it from the soon-to-be-expired Liquor camera can be found in this earlier post.
So now we start with one of the major incidents of our journey: on the way back to The Barge from Cherhill had a *flat tire*! Luckily — *luckily* — I was very near a designated parking lot along the quite narrow road to Honeystreet, or else I would have had to stay in the road to fix the tire, if I could even fix it. Turned out I had a lot of working room in the parking lot, and a man helped me located the thingamajig that enables one to remove the 5th, *safety* nut, which we don’t have in America I don’t believe. It was in the glove compartment, which I probably would have eventually found but the person saved me some time for sure. I had help from quite a number of Brits in this manner — as B. said, they seem to be more helpful over there than us Americans over here. Tried to call B and, to add to my problem, the phone needed recharging, and actually died while I *just* had enough information to locate the place in Marlborough where I needed to take the car and order a new tire. What timing — and that was another leitmotif of the trip. Time seemed different over there, and greater stress and problems strangely juxtaposed with greater joy and synchronicity. So went to Marlborough and ordered the tire, and then I just decided to head to The Barge, small spare tire be damned. Again, a nervewracking time, but once again I’m here to tell the tale and made it back. Even this night I was tempted to park my car there and walk back to Devizes. The next day I decided to do just this. But for this day, I drove back on with the small tire to Devizes. Stopped at Hound and Hare again, attempting to read books each night there.