The White Horse Crop Circle
Wiltshire, in southern In the distance, we could make out
another circle that appeared to have the same design as the one below
us, and Harry said he could make out a third circle in the distance. Close
to the first circle, was another, smaller crop design about 5 meters in
diameter. It looked like a child's drawing of
a sun with rays. We couldn't see a path leading to the smaller circle,
but there was a narrow path in, and a similar path leading out, of the
large circle. It appeared that one or two people had visited the circle
before us. When
we were near enough to the circle we noticed that the design had been
formed by the stalks of wheat being bent over at two angles (flat and
halfway), causing the colour variation. I felt the energy in the circle with my hands. It was very still… Outside the circle, a meter away, it was easy to feel the life energy radiating from the wheat. It was not the absence of life that bothered me in the circle but the absence of anything… Susan finishes the tale: I measured the energy of the circle with my pendulum. Throughout our visit to Wiltshire and the ancient sites, the pendulum had been very active, swinging clockwise and counter clockwise and giving me very high energy readings. It was dead still when I held it inside the circle, but returned to normal when I turned slightly and held it over the undisturbed crop. As well, there seemed to be a distinct difference in air pressure in the circle, and we joked that it was like being in the "Cone of Silence" from the old Get Smart TV show.I wanted to go further into the circle, but dowsed that we shouldn't. I suspect that if we had gone further in, or stayed in its energy for more than a few minutes, that we would have experienced an energy drain. And of course we knew we should leave it undisturbed for those who would come after. ![]() By the time we'd finished with the circle the sun had set, and as we hiked across the field towards the car in the growing darkness, I couldn't help scanning the sky for signs of ... who knows what. In the end, we chose not to attempt any further adventure that night, but we are left, still, with the questions: Who? How? Why? © Susan Collins/Harrison Dahme & BSD/EEG 2003
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