I always get more views when I post about circles in the field so I guess that after food and sex this might be an attractive topic. I am told it is important to share my creative thoughts daily and this time of the year I think a lot about what’s going on in the circles within circles as they play out in the fields. I’ll never be able to share daily because there are so many other things to occupy my time, like phoning India to discuss my broadband package or having to cross town to get vegetables that are organic. My creative output is limited at the moment but in a month or so my studio space will be ready and I will be painting again. I’ve always found that my paintings attract a lot more attention than my writing. I think people like them because they are accessible and brightly coloured and express joy. Childlike even. My writings map my route but my paintings speak of the destination. Maybe.
There has been a lot of joy in my engagement with crop circles over the years. I started visiting them in the mid 90s after taking a dowsing course in Danville, Vermont after which I joined my local dowsing chapter here in Bristol, England.
This took me into my first circle. I sat in the centre and a man sat down next to me. We started talking. He was an orchestra conductor who was recovering from a nervous breakdown. I was in very much the same place without being a conductor-of orchestras anyway- so we had lots to talk about. After a time a woman came to collect him with the words,”See, I told you magic would happen if you got into a circle.” I have pondered these words ever since.
The word Magic implies a supernatural force but the awe inspiring view of life from where I am sitting has to do with complex but totally natural serendipities and synchronicities- Events that are meaningfully but not causally related abound- this is where the caul of consciousness comes into play.
As far as the field formations are concerned, once the analyses, quarrels, proofs and rebuttals are over, we will perhaps see that the meaning is simple and elegant. Something like, maybe, that all the designs tell us is that there is a link between human consciousness and the Divine. As far as the Mystery is concerned we will all have to Wait and See. In the meantime things in Wiltshire seem to be perking up. Check them out at http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2014/2014.html
I realise that a week without a post is not a good idea but I’ve been crop circling in Wiltshire without wifi or indeed Internet connection. What felt like a disaster to begin with soon seemed to be a good idea- a relief in fact. A chance to stand and stare at trees and fields. Also a chance to read a real book. It was my second reading of What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt. A clever and engrossing read. I wept twice which is something I rarely do watching clips on my iPad. It made me wonder if the advent of an iPad in my life is such a good thing.
I say I’ve been crop circling but in truth I spent the week reminiscing about previous years as there’s been little activity in Wiltshire, the energy having moved over the border to Dorset. I met up with Charles (Mallet of Silent Circle fame) at The Barge and admired his new space. It is a metal container painted blue with a very striking blue person on the roof. Charles said this represents unity, which has to be a bit of post modern musing on his part. Or wishful thinking. The Wiltshire crop circle world has increasingly polarised in the years I’ve been visiting and this year the so called hoaxers have turned on one another and, according to Charles, started trashing each others efforts. A sad state to be sure. To me this is reminiscent of the behaviour of boys in the playground, without grownups to monitor their activities. The good news is the space in the blue metal container that is Charles’ new place, is full of soul and gave me hope that things will calm down and the energy will return from walkabout, to its natural home in Wiltshire.
In Devizes Monique Klinkenbergh has set up shop in the Museum and you have to pay near enough a fiver to get in and see her professional exhibition of photos and accounts of strange happenings in the fields. There was no one there when I visited and I found the fact that I had to put the light on myself to see the exhibits a metaphor for the whole sorry mess. Not the exhibition, which is laid out in Ikea like order, but the warfare that is being waged around the fields themselves. Interesting that the Museum now hosts photos of circles in fields along side artefacts from the battle between Roundheads and Cavaliers. Food for thought there about history, truth and the greater plan.
Thanks to Steve Alexander for the photo (above) of the formation at Ackling Dyke Nr Sixpenny Handley, Dorset.
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Thoughts skimmed off the top of my head tell me the whole of creation is aimed at creating the level of consciousness that can observe the whole of creation.
What a thought!
Another one is that there is an attractor at the end of the Universe that is creating the path through everything, so that the above can happen.
Evolution is not moving from beginning to end, finding its way blindly, whatever Dawkins might say. No, it is much more complex than that and much more intelligent.
The rules established at the beginning of time allow all life to emerge and for different forms of expression to move along paths (created by the blueprint) towards a united set of conclusions.
DNA doesn’t create form: vibration creates form. Invisible waves map possible paths that the life force is bound to follow. These paths are full of potency. It is the pattern that is life, not the material itself.
Water has the miraculous capacity to seek and store these patterns.
Plasma which makes up 99.9% of the Universe operates as a field because of the pattern of potential.
The patterning forms the rules of ratio. Harmony is pleasing/beautiful because it mirrors who we are and how we are made.
In the words of one of my heroes, Freeman Dyson, “The Universe knew we were coming.”
These are my thoughts this morning. I’ve no idea if they are true but they resonate with me and that makes me feel safe in a world that in many ways seems to be going to hell in a handcart.
PS I’d love to acknowledge the painting at the top of this post. If you know who painted it please let me know.
It seems to me that successful blogs are those that either focus on food or sex. If this is so I guess I will never have a successful blog. Success I remind myself daily is not what this is all about. It is about the getting of meaning.
It is said that all great civilisations, at the point of their collapse, valued their chefs above all else. Oh help. Every time I turn the TV on (which isn’t often) there is a cooking programme on. Where is the meaning in watching people produce ugly meals under cruel conditions?
No, I’ll not spend time telling you in great detail about my recipe for idiot-proof bread, mainly because this time it failed to rise and is sitting heavily in the bin. Humility is never far away when I am cooking. And the subject of sex doesn’t thrill me as much as it used to. A lot of time has passed since I actually wrote “Starting at the End’ and I have to admit to a certain nostalgia for the sparky middle aged woman I was once. Things are definitely changing around here. I am daily having to accept a creeping weakness of the body and a pallid wash where once there was intense yearning. I don’t like it but I accept it and am grateful that I have so many interesting ideas to ponder, like the possibility that the Egyptians had figured how to use the planets as dimensional lenses or that life creates the Universe and not the other way around.
Socrates said that the the aim of all philosophy is to teach us how to die. He also said that the unexamined life is not worth living. So that’s what I’m doing here-examining and so creating meaning. It will lead me to the place where we are all headed and when I get there I will have no regrets, as I will have used my time meaningfully.
Maybe I’ll look for a course in Wabi Sabi-the Japanese art of placing things together so that one is put in touch with inner emptiness. Even in Kyoto I long for Kyoto. That sort of thing.
Whatever happens, as the process of ageing continues, I will continue shooting my arrow and only then paint the bullseye in.
Christ wasn’t the first to introduce the idea that there is a mystery hidden at the heart of life. His teachings come from the much older Egyptian Schools. The symbols of the schools were the right eye of Horus controlling the left brain and the left eye of Horus controlling the right brain. The aim of the 12 years study of each eye was the integration of left and right sides, leading to unity consciousness: the kingdom of heaven if you like.
At the core of these teachings lay an Initiation and through that Initiation, a way into new thought and feeling. But first one must seek.
The study of sacred geometry allows this integration to take place and it no longer takes a quarter of one’s lifespan to do it.The more I study sacred geometry,the deeper I go into the mystery. The deeper I go into the mystery, the more it all seems to hold together. I find the thought of having an intelligence behind it all, guiding its evolution, very reassuring.
Sacred means eternal and it is the sacred motions of spirit within the void that map the traces between 3D and 4D. This is the rotational vortex energy pattern that is the basis of creation: how the Universe is unified within an interactive field. Thus the root of cause becomes the blossoming of effect. In every aspect of our lives. Contemplating this in silence turns my body into the ear of the Universe. If I listen to my being without interpretation, I become one with the mystery. I like that feeling very much.
Another crop circling year is off to a fine start and I am, as always, caught up in the excitement of wondering what’s going on both inside and out. Down the rabbit hole I go and find on my way that the differentiation from the monad (one) is a vibrating infrastructure of energetic pathways, fractal and holographic. This is sacred geometry and being in its presence helps my body into harmony. It fixes me.
It fixes me because I am following the matrix of creation and that is a lovely feeling. The soul of the human is part of nested fractals of resonance and reflection. I am , when I hover at this point, purposeful on the deepest levels, for through me the Consciousness of Source experiences itself. Because of this, I am designed to enjoy relationship, explore endless possibilities, experience joy and continue developing, right up to the point at which the vessel gives way under the pressures of the laws of physics, and I am released into the pure form of what I glimpse when I am in a crop formation. The fourth dimension I believe it is called.
Fractal growth takes place along the 4D trajectory. The best way of observing the principles of this growth is by watching symmetrical motion via fast track photography. This is growth along invisible lines and it is this growth that brings the world to life. It moves along the lines drawn but unseen between the acorn and the oak or the fertilised ovary and the birth of a baby.
The material world is only the outer skin of a more dynamic place that exists beyond it. The movement from the centre takes place along ORDAINED lines and wherever they wander, they stay connected to the centre. All life forms, dissolves and reforms within this simple/vast frame. Thus the centre is by its very nature everywhere. All growth is radiant matter. It has an invisible but essential outer form.
This means that the 4th dimension is inside us AND we are inside it. Getting my head around that paradox keeps me out of mischief. The spiritus mundi, I believe the alchemists called it. They knew there was geometry within the moment-that the hidden tune that directs all matter is geometric. The division and restructuring of atoms and the movement of molecules is dictated by invisible lines that are connected and can be adjusted by human intention. Physical energy acts upon physical bodies and astral energy acts upon the level beyond.
Always look for the traces of the motions; they run through your life. It is all connected. In the beginning and in the end there is only One Mind. Consciousness is an intrinsic part of the design. Look within and see the unity, the shape , the pattern…and rejoice. The formations are our annual reminder that the movement from the centre is geometric and what doesn’t fit sooner or later falls away.
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Some years ago I met a man who was, I believe, a Magus. The first time I entered his room I had a flash of golden cloth cloaking his shoulders and the trace of of crown on his head. I was all set to be taught his particular brand of alchemy but between the paying of the cheque and the date of the course he had a heart attack and died. I was sorry about the loss of the money of course but most of all I was sorry to have missed the chance to mine the seam of interesting theories he had picked up during a lifetime of travel and infinite curiosity.
He was a great believer in left- nostril breathing, being convinced that the negative air ions that are so important for health enter the body through the left nostril and the positive ones through the right. Wacky though it sounds I intuitively knew that he was right. I am sensitive to certain winds and, as you know, am prone to madness when they blow. The Witches’ Winds they are called. They are the Santa Ana (California) Mistral (Provence) Duster (Australia) Chinook(Canada) Fohn(Switzerland and Germany) Sharav(Israel) Hamsin(Egypt) and the Harmattan (Africa) They bring colds, fatigue, depression,irritability and a diminished sex drive, to list a little of the mayhem they create. Social unrest, from traffic offences to murder, soars when the Witches’ Winds blow.
This is because of the build up of positive ions in the air, creating massive electrical distortions in sensitive bodies. These are the ill winds that blow. Fortunately they blow in a transitory, seasonal cycle. Left to nature that is. The artificial man-made weather that many of us suspect is being engineered by chemtrails , and the artificial indoor atmosphere created by air conditioning, play havoc with the nervous system, resulting in serotonin overproduction and all sorts of nervous problems. Too much serotonin poisons and my Magus knew that negative ions boost the immune system, promoting healing and recovery. I can’t find any evidence for left nostril breathing being a scientific solution but do you know what? I don’t care. It is easy to implement, costs nothing and works for me. After all one doesn’t meet a Magus every day.
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