Quite apart from a strong feeling of global changes afoot that have been growing in me for some time, it is interesting to note how this sense of change also seems to be running through the various schools of religious teachings, I have very little to report. I thought I would send you one of the stories I wrote about a friend*. It is taken from my book The Energies of Crop Circles: The Science and Power of a Mysterious Intelligence (available on my website).
To my great surprise, I found that I was already talking about a subtle change of energy, evident in the crop circle phenomenon, back in 2011. Our world is in a constant state of movement, but this movement can sometimes lead to greater and more urgent upheaval. Were the crop circles the harbingers of a more noticeable change on a global level?
We seem to forget that the Earth is a living, breathing life force, far more sensitive and in tune with the cosmos than we will ever be. As evidenced by scientist, environmentalist, and futurist James Lovelock, his Gaia hypothesis suggests that “the Earth is a self-regulating system, like a giant organism.”
Maybe it could be argued that the circles were subtle precursors, bringing new and sometimes challenging energies to those listeners to whom they spoke. They opened windows of understanding and delved into new areas of learning, leapfrogging us from metaphysics, geometry, and music to theology, art, symbolism, and encoded messages. Above all, these messages came from the heart, reminding us that we are small players in a far greater cog.
“A Subtle Change – June 2011 - from the Energies of Crop Circles
There seems to be a subtle change of energy in the crop circle arena that I have been detecting over the past few years. It is hard to put one’s finger on this elusive element, ebbing and flowing as it does in all directions.
On a more fundamental level, I get the feeling that for many people, a crop circle visit has become a "must-do" item on their list of experiences. It is hard to judge how many find this a rewarding experience. Were they seeking something specific? How many will return, or was it just a one-off?
Certainly, as we entered 2011, I believed this would be a transformative year in the crop circle theatre, just as life-changing events were happening all over the planet. Focusing on the final good that will emerge from these events is of the essence.
On a microcosmic scale, the 1987 hurricane in England cut through great swathes of our landscape, destroying age-old trees and forests. While it brought despair, the startling new growth that followed transformed our landscape with unforeseen benefits and beauty.
“A Jet Taxiing in My Head”
Health reports were fewer in 2011 than in previous years, but the quality of some was outstanding. The first formation of significance appeared overnight on 17th June in Hampshire, at Cow Drove Hill, above the picturesque village of King’s Somborne. Villager Keith Hibbige, the first to enter the formation, kindly alerted me.
Of primary significance was the fact that it had been raining that night. Yet, despite the muddy field, there was no trace of mud on the fallen crop, as revealed by Keith’s excellent images (sadly mislaid at present). When walking along a muddy tramline, one inevitably collects soil on the soles of one’s shoes, and this would translate into clear signs of mud on the fallen crop.
Having flown over the formation, I visited it a few days later. Keith was kindly waiting for me. Before my arrival, he had sent me some strange reports. He initially visited the formation for just 20 minutes on the morning of Saturday, 18th June. Whilst inside, he felt disoriented. Then, driving home afterward, he noticed his brain was focusing on anything circular, such as 30 mph signs.
“That afternoon, my head and face felt a burning sensation,” he reported. Indeed, his wife remarked on the redness of his face and neck. He also shared: “I’ve never had headaches, but I felt nauseous, and the tinnitus I had became so overpowering that by Monday, it felt like a jet taxiing in my head. This went back to normal after a few days.”
The following day (Sunday), he also suffered “the most violent diarrhoea, which lasted until the afternoon. The visions of circles were with me until Monday morning. Whilst inside the formation, I experienced a loss of direction and confusion.”
He went on to say, “I have been in several circles before but had no aftereffects such as these.”
Keith was diagnosed with cancer in 2005 but is now in remission. He is on a number of medications.
It has been suggested that Keith could have been suffering from “histamine dumping.” The most common symptoms of histamine intolerance include migraine headaches, gastrointestinal issues such as diarrhoea, flushing, hives, and eczema. Histamine, a chemical mainly present in mast cells, is released during an allergic reaction. It affects two types of receptors, H1 and H2, causing swelling and redness. The airways narrow in the lungs, which can lead to breathing difficulties. Additionally, acid production in the gut may result in diarrhoea, and there can be a degree of itchiness.
She Could Stand on One Leg
Accompanied by Christina Thistlethwayte, I visited the formation on the morning of 20th June, having received the farmer’s permission. Christina, who was suffering from Polymyalgia rheumatica — a debilitating inflammatory muscular condition — had been reluctant to come as she found walking difficult and painful. I eventually persuaded her by saying it would be a lovely drive, even if she didn’t go into the circle.
Keith Hibbige was there to meet us, and we all walked into the circle, Christina going slowly with her walking stick. There were several people already in the circle, and as always, I fell into conversation with them while examining the lay of the crop.
I knew it was too long after the event to make any firm physical diagnosis, but I had Keith’s photographs, which were proof enough for me. We must have been in the circle for quite some time when I suddenly looked up and noticed the sky was getting dark and threatening. Having spotted a nice pub in the village, we decided to head back to the car.
As Christina was getting in, she turned to me and said, “I’ve got to tell you that all the pain has gone.” I was amazed. But, remembering past occasions, I mentioned that it was unlikely to be permanent and, if it continued for 36 hours, she would be doing well.
After a good lunch, I dropped Christina home. Just as I was about to drive away, she suddenly stood on one leg and raised her knee to just below her chin. She then repeated the action with her other leg. I couldn’t believe my eyes. On returning home, I tried it myself.
I suggest you all try it too. I am fit, playing tennis and walking regularly, and I found it easy. But I realized that not everyone could do this, especially someone suffering from the cripplingly painful polymyalgia rheumatica!
The following morning, when I went to my car, I found Christina’s walking stick. Knowing she had a much-dreaded funeral in London that day, which involved a ten-minute walk from the church to the reception afterward (something Christina had said was impossible for her), I rushed to return it, only to find, to my horror, that she had already left.
I telephoned her that evening. She told me she had found her walking stick upon returning home. When I asked her how on earth she had managed, she gaily replied, “Oh, I was absolutely fine, and it was more than a ten-minute walk to the reception!” She was still free of all pain.
This continued for 96 hours before the pain returned. This is just one of many temporary healing effects that have happened over the years.”
We had a curious storm this morning. All of a sudden is was a black as night with swirling wind and the loud noise of hail. it was all quite ferocious! It went as quickly as it came thank goodness.