Radio Interview with Dr. Osmanagic on Feb 6, 2012

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Here is a radio interview I did with Dr. Osmanagic earlier this week. I was curious to hear about the latest discoveries, particularly what has happened since I came home to Houston.

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A Day in the Tunnels - Meditating and Taking Notes

The next morning I had breakfast with the volunteer group, and there were people from all over the world at our table, the farthest being from Australia. People came that summer from around Bosnia, of course, and Canada, Croatia, the USA, England, Scotland, Austria, Spain, Germany, Montenegro, Peru, South Africa, and those are just the ones I know about. People answered the call, most of them from having accidentally surfed the internet and landing on a YouTube video or a blog about the pyramids in Bosnia, or having talked to someone else who had visited there. Everyone felt guided to be a part of the historical event of uncovering the largest pyramid to be found on Earth to date. It was exciting to hear everyone's stories of how they found out about Visoko and the pyramids. There was a lot of synchronicity, as one might imagine.

There were volunteers there mostly to excavate, and occasionally others who were published authors, filmmakers, scientists and the like who had made special arrangements with the Bosnian Pyramid group to offer their expertise and services.

First thing after breakfast Jill and I went to the bank across the street and got some Bosnian marks so I could repay Jill for the money she had graciously loaned me the night before for snacks. I had thought shopkeepers in this tiny town would take Euros, I had researched this while in England, and was told they preferred marks, but would take Euros in Bosnia. This may be true in big cities, but this does not apply to small towns, except for the the cab drivers.

Later we all headed up to the tunnels at Ravne, Jill, Annie and I sharing a cab. Cabs are plentiful and affordable, and, well, this is just how you get around in Eastern Europe if you are a visitor. Jill and Annie worked happily outside sorting through the rubble after it got wheeled out in the wooden pushcarts; they were making sure nothing significant was being tossed. These were older women like me, and were assigned there--letting the younger people do the heavier work of pick axe and shovel and wheeling the cart filled with rubble out to be sorted. The rubble seemed to be just a gravel filler with which someone had filled the tunnels about 10,000 years ago, for some unknown reason. Probably they did it to keep people out, but who knows why for sure. Some speculate that they knew the people of Earth would be going through a fairly barbaric time, which humanity did experience around the time leading up to the Renaissance, so maybe the people who filled the tunnels so carefully, creating drywalls periodically and then filling with gravel for a while, following with a new drywall, were just protecting the superior technology that clearly still operates from inside the pyramids to this day.

Detail of one of the arched side tunnels. Wire is electricity
run in modern times,done so that the volunteers can see what they are doing.

As for as the devolution of human culture, even the Ancient Greeks and Romans spoke of the fact that civilization was devolving. And according to Walter Cruttenden, author of "The Great Year" we go through long, long cycles involving hundreds of thousands of years in which we are on the upswing half the time, evolving and growing and learning more, and then we are on the downswing half the time. We hit the bottom of the down cycle, where man is the least evolved in all ways, during the Kali Yuga, or the Medieval era, and are just now barely coming out of the darkest of times in the grand scheme of things. I strongly suspect the Ancients who filled the tunnels knew of this "Long Year" cycle. According to Cruttenden, the cycle is formed by our sun's long orbit involving a twin star which he suspects may be the triune cluster of stars we refer to as Sirius.

We know there is free energy technology in the tunnels which would have needed protecting, because so many things still function inside the tunnels, as mentioned in an earlier post. It is believed that the tunnels eventually go on up inside the pyramids. And the technology continues to function inside the pyramids, too. We know that because there is the 12.5 meter in diameter beam -- 28 kilohertz in frequency -- at the peak of the Pyramid of the Sun. I only recently found out Dr. Osmanagich did not know the beam was there until we did the Akashic Records experiment here in Houston. We did this with six readers of varying abilities who viewed the records to see what several ancient sites were originally used for, including these pyramids. I was one of those who said there would be a beam of energy coming out the top of the pyramids, and also straight down into the earth as well, eventually going the way through the earth and on infinitely. Later Dr. Osmanagic and a team of scientists went up to the pinnacle of the largest pyramid with instruments to see if the beam were there, and to their amazement, they found it. Additionally, they found that the higher up you go, the stronger the energy is, which is totally the opposite of what our current science tells us is even possible. Clearly we are quite still primitive in comparison to the builders of the pyramids.

Megalith detail - made of a fired ceramic!
Can you imagine the size of the kiln they must have
needed to fit that massive thing inside?

Megalith and benches; that's me in the middle.

When I went to the tunnels that first full day, it was partly because I was interested in spending more time there due to its reported regenerative effects. It was a personal scientific experiment, you might say. Actually, if all the rays bombarding us on the surface that cause ageing are absent in the tunnels, the body would have the opportunity to rejuvenate itself, wouldn't it? Makes sense to me. I took a sweater this time, so I would not freeze and shiver like I had the first time. I found that it was not nearly as uncomfortable as it had been the first afternoon when Semir and I had gone in. I wondered why. As it turns out, each day it seemed less and less uncomfortable, though it was still just as cold. And I saw that people who worked in there all the time, particularly two wiry middle-aged Croatian men, as well as Semir, went in all the time in short-sleeved shirts. They did not seem to feel the cold at all.

I realized only months later that the discomfort which I had taken for feeling cold was probably something else. It was something to which I had become rapidly acclimated. One day a famous Japanese woman who taught some highly advanced form of yoga, I think, came to visit and meditate and give her psychic impressions she got in the tunnels to Semir; he is curious about these kinds of thing. She sat down on a bench near where I was sitting, beside one of the megaliths, and shook violently with the cold, or what she took to be cold. I noticed at the time that I had shed my sweater for good; in retrospect later I realized it was something else I was reacting to that I thought was cold. The entire area is filled with such countless mysteries I cannot remember them all.

I spent several hours exploring alone, and a while meditating to discover what I further information I could pick up in the tunnels. I made notes to share with Semir. More about that later.

That evening I ate a tasty chicken and rice dish with the volunteers, and we had a great time talking for hours. There were so many interesting people there, people of all ages, but all kindred spirits - adventurers like me, and people interested in so many off-the-beaten-path topics! After dinner a few of us went downstairs to complete the feast at the magnificent, large home-made ice cream stand on the sidewalk outside the Hotel Pyramida Sunca. It was a great day.
(Pronounced Pee-rah-MEED-ah SOON-ka)

Pyrimida Sunca Hotel/Pension and the Roomies

When I went upstairs to lie down, I chose a bed in the room to which I was assigned. It was under the slanting roof, and looked like a snug, private spot. There was evidence of two other people in residence in the room, and they were set up closer to the door. I noticed with delight that there was an open skylight. It was huge. There was no need of air conditioning, which I also noted with great pleasure. That day was really cool outside and overcast. I requested sun and warmth for the rest of my stay, having spoken with Adrian, Semir's assistant, and understood from him that was what they needed for optimal work being accomplished by the volunteers.

My roomies eventually showed up, and they were Englishwomen named Annie and Jill. Jill took me shopping for snacks down the street at the shop where refrigerated items were sold. She loaned me currency which the shopkeepers would take, Bosnian marks, until the bank opened the next morning and I could change currency. All I had were American dollars, British pounds, and Euros. The shopkeepers refused all but Bosnian marks, and can you blame them? We were in Bosnia, after all, and they have not gone on the Euro yet. Fortunately, cab drivers take Euros, or I never would have gotten to Visoko!

I had supper with the volunteers, and it was quite tasty--a stew made in the hotel kitchen. We were allowed to put our refrigerated items, like cheese and yogurt and fruit in their refrigerator. I was very surprised and grateful. The dining room was huge, and we had our own table with a spectacular view of the Pyramid of the Sun right out the window. I was so happy!

We all sat around talking for quite some time after the meal, and then retired to the rooftop to talk further. There were people there from all over the world, most of them quite young. This was interesting to me, that they were there to help excavate these pyramids. People from all over the world were answering a soul level calling, I realized. There was even a mother and father with a teen-aged son there working to clear off the Pyramid of the Sun, which, by the way, will take decades.

People asked me what I thought. I wondered what that meant. I discovered that they wondered if I thought these were real pyramids--given all the artificial controversy which has been stirred up. Well, of course, I had no problem seeing that these were pyramids. I knew this clearly the first time I saw them on the internet, because I have had the unique perspective of having seen scores of Mayan pyramids in the Yucatan which were covered with dirt and trees. Over thirty years ago I had traveled there extensively. Those pyramids and are now uncovered. There were partially uncovered pyramids in the Yucatan at that time, too, as well as those which had been partially uncovered. So I already knew what camouflaged-by-mother-earth pyramids look like. Semir had seen them as well in the Yucatan, and elsewhere, which is why he recognized them when he first came to Visoko back in 2005. It would only be something you could overlook if you had not been around a lot of Mayan pyramids!

There are still hundreds of uncovered pyramids all over the planet. We are learning this from satellite imaging--there are pyramids on absolutely every continent. In the USA, we call them Indian medicine mounds, and we do not excavate them. The Amerindians felt the energy, and went straight to the tops of these ancient monuments which were covered even then with earth. They went there for healing. Why? Many pyramids emit healing frequencies.

If a "hill" has four equal sides, perfectly aligned to cosmic north, south, east and west, who would seriously think the hill was a natural feature? Just because it is covered with several feet of earth and vegetation, how could one think that it was naturally formed? What happens over tens of thousands of years of plants dropping their leaves, eventually dying, and meteors crashing into our atmosphere, being burned up and the dust from that dropping everywhere, plus animals dying and leaving their bodies to become fertilizer/soil, and rocks eroding? Dirt builds up. That is how soil is formed, we learned this in middle-school science class, right? This is why the pyramids the Ancients left all over the planet are covered with soil now.

It does not take a rocket scientist to see that these are pyramids in the valley in Visoko. What amazes me is the people who do NOT see this clearly...

I had a great time on the rooftop that evening watching the sun set over the hills on the back side of the hotel, talking with the other volunteers. It was a great day!

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The Tunnels at Ravne - August 10, 2011

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I am going to tell you just a few of the unbelievable things I learned that first day in the tunnels at Ravne.

When Semir and I arrived at the tunnels, we parked the car and went inside. Walking through the tunnels we stopped periodically as he explained things. After the first few minutes I was shivering. I suddenly realized that it was a good twenty or thirty degrees colder in the tunnels than the outside, and that the temperature shift was within five or six feet of entering the tunnel. I asked him how that was possible - there was no door, the tunnels were wide open to the outside. He said he did not know, but that it was consistently the same temperature year round, approximately 55 degrees Farenheit no matter what the temperature was outside. It felt much colder to me; I was shivering all over. It was like a meat locker in there. I kept saying that this was just not possible. How could this be possible. Semir answered that there were a lot of impossible things in the tunnels. For example, there are no negative radiations in the tunnel; no cosmic radiation, no Hartman's, Curry's or Schneider's grids. There was no natural radioactivity or negative energy radiating from the movement of the underground water. There is perfect air circulation, unlike in the mines we dig today, and that circulation is created by different ceiling heights. The ceiling would get higher and lower in an undulating pattern. In some spots we would have to bend way over to walk through. This difference in ceiling height causes different air pressures which then pushes the air long just like a natural fan. The slope of the tunnels is at 1.5 degrees which is the same slope we use in construction today for the best water drainage. The negative ion concentration is dozens of times higher than average, which makes the atmosphere free of viruses and bacteria. This explains the healings that some people have claimed to experience inside the tunnels. It also explains why the pools of water which have been uncovered down there when tested are perfectly clean and drinkable. I drank a litre of it the last day I was there. It was ice cold and delicious.

Oddly, when they drain the pools of water, they refill overnight from an unknown source. There is a lot of moisture in the tunnels,seeming to ooze and drip from the walls.

At one point I saw within this complex of intersecting tunnels which curve and wind around, a side room, of which there were many. This particular side room caught my attention because the ceiling was made of sand. No, it was not sandstone. I am very familiar with that material. This was just loose sand. I could see clearly that the ceiling was made of loose sand. Just to test that theory, I reached up and raked my fingers across the ceiling, and the tiniest bit of loose sand fell to the floor. I asked how that was possible. How was loose sand just hanging up there with no support and making up the ceiling of a small room? Semir replied that his best guess was that some form of anti-gravity was being used, but it was not a technology that we currently understand. Once the sand fell after I scraped it, though, it just remained on the floor.

I also noticed that the tunnels seemed to have been sculpted out of what looked like giant loose gravel; the individual stones were very large. And once to test a personal theory a few days later, I pulled a small stone out of the wall of the tunnel. It came out easily, but when I tried to put it back, it would not go back into the spot it came from, just like the sand, when it came loose, it was loose for good. I brought a small stone back home with me, and only then realized that there were calcite crystals growing on one side, the side that had been facing the open tunnel. This means it had been exposed to the air in a damp, closed environment for a long time, maybe thousands of years. Calcite crystals form very, very slowly.

The nearest pyramid, the one the tunnel seems to be pointed in the direction to go under,is called the Pyramid of the Sun. Its north face aligns perfectly to Cosmic North--within one degree,according to the State Institute for Geodesy. This is the most precise orientation to cosmic north of any known pyramid on Earth. The angle of the sides is at 45 degrees to the base. This pyramid has a height of 220 meters and is higher than the Great Pyramid in Egypt which only measures 147 meters in height. The Pyramid of the Sun also has a beam of energy coming out the pinnacle. This beam of energy increases in intensity the farther from the pyramid it goes. So either the beam is coming from elsewhere and getting weaker the closer it gets to Earth, or it is coming from the pyramid itself utilizing a form of technology which we do not understand, yet again. No one knows yet. The frequency of the beam of energy coming from the pinnacle is 28 kilohertz, which is the same frequency that will lower the blood/brain barrier in human beings. The beam of energy measures 4.5 meters across.

The Pyramid of the Sun is completely covered by rectangular concrete blocks. Properties of the concrete, such as extreme hardness and low water absorption, are, according to the scientific institutions in Bosnia, Italy and France, much superior to modern concrete materials. These concrete blocks are about twice the width of a massage table and the same length, and a foot or two thick. This concrete is five times as hard as anything we know how to make.

After we finished seeing the part of the tunnels that were open and dug out at the time, we drove back to the Pirimida Sunca Hotel where I was staying with the other volunteers. Driving back, Semir said he was interested in hearing anything I might pick up intuitively about the tunnels or the pyramids. So I decided to take notes.

After Semir dropped me off, I went upstairs to lie down; it had been a long, long day which had started in London.


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To learn more about the tunnels and excavations, go to this blog created by a California filmmaker I met while I was there from August 10-17, 2011. His name is Jock Doubleday. I also met Nenad Djurdjevic and Amir Susa, as well as many others who are featured in his films. http://bpblognews.blogspot.com/

One Wild Wedding - And Three Days in London

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That night after my experience in the crop circle beside the Long Barrow, there was a wedding at Lydiard House. It went until 2:00 am. It was the noisiest melee ever. I had to close my window, as many of the revelers decided to drink and talk loudly outside the front door, and my window was above the entrance to the hotel. It got pretty hot in my room. And despite the ear plugs and closed window, I still could not sleep. Unfortunately, when I asked at the front desk if there were a quieter room where I could be moved, the answer was no--with a "too bad" attitude from someone at the front desk I did not recognize.

The next morning I packed to leave, and was feeling badly. I did not know if it was from lack of sleep or from the session in the crop formation or something else. I was nauseous and head-achey. I decided to take my son's friend in London up on her offer of a place to stay for a couple of days. I rode the bus to Luton where she picked me up, and spent three delightful days with her and her husband and two small children. They are some of the nicest people on earth! I might adopt them. During the day we went to the parks in London which were child-friendly, and there were several. At some point I realized that I was feeling the effects of pollen; I was having an atypical allergic reaction to something I had encountered in Wiltshire's air.

During this time I booked my flight on Austrian Air for Sarajevo, since I was supposed to arrive there on the 10th. Bright and early on the 10th I left for Sarajevo with a stopover in Vienna. After reading the seat-pocket advertisements for Austria, I now definitely want to go back and visit there. Sitting in the Vienna airport I realized that all hints of the allergic reaction were gone. Whatever that pollen was, Austria does not have it.

That afternoon I finally arrived in Sarajevo. I walked outside with the intention of going to the bus station, and asked a woman by the door if she knew where that might be. She said if I did that, I would have to wait several hours for a bus to Visoko, and why did I not ride with them as they were going in the same direction. She said that they could drop me off on the way. We could share cab fare and save some money. So she and her husband and daughter and I all rode to Visoko. I called Semir on the way to ask him how to tell the cabbie to find the hotel. He asked me to hand the phone to the driver and I did. And Semir handled it. Thank goodness, because I would not have had a clue where that hotel was, and the driver did not know either.

On the way there, as we got outside Sarajevo, I was impressed with how much the architecture, the mountains and the light reminded me of a cross between Costa Rica and Venezuela. Bosnia looked like Latin America! Seriously, what a shock. I am still a bit amazed at that. Of course, in the winter, it might not look like Central America, which is quite tropical.

When I arrived in Visoko, Semir's assistants were waiting for me and drove me to a place where we were to meet Semir. It was colder than I expected, and I bought a "Pyramid of the Sun" T-shirt to wear over my blouse to keep warm as we waited for him to finish showing around some foreign dignitaries. When he arrived the two of us took off in his car for the Tunnels at Ravne. I was excited when I realized I was about to get a one-person tour of the tunnels! YES!

West Kennett Long Barrow - August 6, 2011

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The morning of the next day I walked the half-mile or so up the lane from Lydiard House to the local bus stop. On the way I noticed all the fruit growing along the roadway. Plums, apples and blackberries lined the entire way up the lane. A young man at the bus stop across the street told me the bus he was taking also went to the big Swindon station where I could catch a bus to Marlborough. There I planned to attend the crop circle conference as Egil had suggested the day before. The bus across the way got there first, so I climbed aboard. It snaked through the streets of Swindon for about twenty minutes before arriving downtown. I asked an older man on the bus where the big bus station was, and he said he would walk me there, because it was complicated--and he was getting off there anyway. He was right; I never would have found it by myself.

I waited there about thirty minutes before catching a bus to Marlborough. After I got there, I wandered around until I found the correct building at Marlborough College, which was a beautiful old structure with gorgeous gardens. This was where the conference was being held. The lectures were rather expensive, but I decided to attend for that day anyway. The first lecture was about half over when I arrived, but it was rather interesting, covering thirty years' worth of crop formations. Sadly, the next lecture was poorly prepared and was about the Hathors' Temple in Egypt. I never got the connection to crop circles. I was curious about the lecture, though, because I work with the Hathors in my healing room, and wanted to know more about their ancient temple. Turns out is is just a pile of rubble now. We broke for lunch, and I ate at a pub nearby.

It was cold outside even though the sun was out, and there was a fire near my table. I liked the idea of sitting near a fire in a cold room in August. This was a real treat for me, given the usual Texas heat I experience in August. After eating, I returned to the college for the next lecture. It was given in French, and the translator was stumbling all over herself and kept getting loud corrections from the audience members. Somewhat frustrated, I decided to leave the conference. I walked outside to a tent where there were displayed all kinds of dowsing tools and books offered by the local dowsers' club. I purchased a set of fine copper dowsing rods which I had been wanting for a while and got directions from the man in charge as to how to get to West Kennett Long Barrow. I had a nice map of the area which I had purchased in Avebury the day before. It became clear I first had to catch a bus back to Avebury.

I walked back up the main street to where the bus stops were, looking puzzled while trying to figure out which buses went to Avebury, and of all things, Egil the Norwegian hangs out of one of the bus doors and calls to me. I did not even recognize him at first. He tells me this bus he is on is headed for Avebury. I hop on and ride on out there. Egil explains how to walk to West Kennett Long Barrow from Avebury. I get off the bus and head in the direction of where I think he has said that the Barrow (an ancient burial chamber) is located.

After walking quite a distance across a field with some more megaliths in it, and spending time meditating at the base of one of them which attracted me, I ask a group of young men which way the Barrow is. You are now wondering why men are giving me directions. It's because I know that women do not usually give very good directions; I myself could not do so until in my forties my livelihood became dependent upon my giving giving clear, concise directions to my location. So I now ask men for directions. The Barrow was unfortunately back in the direction from which I had come.

Grumbling to myself somewhat, I walked back in the original direction, and found the path to the Barrow. The distance to the Barrow turned out to be what felt like about five miles away. I had to climb over turnstiles and walk and walk and walk. I got hungry and fortunately had some trail mix in my backpack as well as plenty of water. Much of the walk was uphill. I was panting and my heart beating wildly when I got about halfway up the hill and noticed with amazement that in a field off to my left there was a crop circle. Not one to pass up such a nice surprise, I put money in the farmer's donation box and walked up a tram line into the empty crop circle. It was the smallest one I had seen by air the previous day. I had not photographed it at all, because it seemed too small and insignificant. Now I certainly wish that I had.

I laid down almost in the center of this circle because I was very tired, and my heart was pounding from all the hiking uphill, across pastures and over turnstiles for over an hour and a half. As soon as I did that, I closed my eyes and I saw telepathically a circle of what I took to be Druids wearing white standing along the edge of the central circle. I mean that I saw them in my mind's eye. They began chanting and toning, swaying slightly, and communicated to me that I was having a "Lightbody Activation." It felt good, so I remained there about seven or eight minutes until they were done. I started to get up, and then was told I could do that, or I could remain a bit longer. I decided to lie down and remain there.

And then I unexpectedly went "out like a light." It was like when we lose consciousness on a massage table and go far, far away. I had no idea where I had gone, but ten minutes or so later when I came back, I saw in my mind's eye that a woman from the circle of Druids had come over and worked on me. She was speaking to me in a lilting language, which I knew to be Gaelic, and I understood what she was saying. I cannot now remember what she said, except for the last thing, which was "We worked with them too, you know." I knew by 'them' she meant The Ankenash. "My, my, how about that," I was thinking, "they worked with them too!"

I got up slowly feeling relaxed and refreshed, and realized there were now other people in the crop formation, though none of them had stepped into the central circle where the Druids were surrounding me. They moved into the center after I got up. These other people had remained very quiet while I was lying there.

As I got up to leave I wondered if this were the whole reason I had been guided to West Kennett Long Barrow in the first place. Was I sent there for this Lightbody Activation, whatever it was? And if so, did this mean that one of the things crop formations were created for was to make an inter-dimensional portal so our ancestors could come through to this time to work with us when we so need it? Was the formation "small and insignificant" because only certain people were invited there? I was told later that there was almost always a crop formation in that particular field each year. It was a small field. But it was near a prominent landmark: the barrow at West Kennett.

I puzzled over this as I walked on up the hill to enter the ancient burial chamber. I took a few photos as you see, both the entrance and some of the lovely stones inside of which the 5,000 year old walls are made. I also took the camera of a couple with a new baby and photographed them with their own camera inside the barrow. It turned out well. I really enjoyed her smile as she looked at the sweet photo of the three of them.

I hiked back to Avebury and arrived at the bus stop in plenty of time, riding back to Swindon in the upstairs of this doubledecker bus just over the driver's side of the bus. It gave me a good feel for what it would be like to drive on the left, and I began to believe that I might be able to do that one day--after I got over the nervousness about the rounders. I arrived back at the Swindon bus station, and took a cab to Lydiard House for my last night there.

My first Crop Circle - August 5, 2011

If you click on the images, you can see them larger.

The next day I managed to arrange for Laura, the daughter of one of the ladies who worked in the kitchen at Lydiard House, to drive me to the Silent Circle Cafe where we were told about the microlite center. Laura drove me there and dropped me off. I reserved a thirty minute ride over the crop circles to take photos. I had to wait my turn, of course, and while so doing I began talking to a man from Norway, Egil, a musician who came each year to take photos and videos which he made into CDs narrated in Norwegian with his music in the background. It was a lucrative venture, it would seem, because he was most anxious to get up in the air when the clouds were not in the way. He and I ended up going into the air at the same time, and he filmed the aircraft I was in for advertising for the Flight Deck microlite center. I think they might have been doing a trade.

So indeed, after having them take off the door of this little two-person craft, I was airborne in something with an engine the size of a lawnmower. It only carried two people at a time, one being the pilot. They were quite kind in that they loaned me a "jumper" which we would call a sweatshirt--to keep me warm with the door off. I was also told the big stick between my legs was there so I could take over and drive if I wanted to, but I was too busy taking photos to do that. I thought having the door off was brazen enough for my first time up. I had said a "Most Benevolent Outcome" request for having a lot of fun, and I did.

I came back with photos of quite a few crop formations, some were too insignificant to photograph, a choice I would later regret. I hung around a while afterward, and talked to a couple who offered to drive me to walk around in a crop circle after they had their chance to fly in the microlites. There were plenty of people to talk to, and I spent part of my time making sandwiches for the shop, since their person who normally did that was absent that day. I had nothing better to do, so why not pitch in?

I signed my name, phone number and email address on their big guest book, too.

Later we drove to "The Universe" and walked around in it. It was lovely! But I did not feel any strange energy, I wonder if it was because the man who drove me out there was talking the whole time. He was an engineer and he had a lot of theories. He and his wife had been seeing crop formations yearly for over a decade. I did lie down for a few minutes alone. Still, no energy that I could feel. Was it me or was it the formation? It was so huge, I just do not see how it could be man-made. It seemed to be the size of a football field or larger, even. Hard to tell without a tape measure, actually.

Photos above are of me and some closer details of the formation as seen from the ground.

Also, there was a French or perhaps Belgian man in the formation later on and he was struggling with a camera on a hugely long pole which he was using to photograph the formation from the ground, but at an extremely high angle--about 30 feet up.

Then we drove back to the Silent Circle Cafe, where I got myself a snack and tried to find a T-shirt I liked, but all the good ones were sold out. They closed up about thrity minutes early, and I was there alone waiting for Laura. A very interesting man--with what sounded like a slight German accent showed up and we talked crop circles for a while before Laura came and drove me home. Poor guy had just missed the cafe being open and had missed the microlite center being open, too. I guess he got off to a late start that day.

I had dinner at the Lydiard House and turned in early, hoping for another results and fun fulled day the following day.

The First Day - August 4, 2011

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I flew all night long, and managed to sleep probably five hours, which was really enough. When I landed and picked up my bags, the line was quite long. We must have waited at least an hour to have our passports checked, yet I was stunned to see how casual customs actually was. They asked if I had anything to declare, which I did not. I just went right through after they stamped my passport. No one looked into my bags at all.

I walked outside the terminal and waited a couple of hours to get a bus to Swindon, having decided that driving a car on the left for the first time out in the countryside would be preferable to attempting it on the freeway. I caught the bus, and then watched the driver as he navigated on the left. It did not look hard, and then I saw the "rounders." These intersections of circles with four to six options of where to get off were quite intimidating. When I see them in Houston, which is rare, I avoid them totally. So I decided to find some other way to get where I wanted to go. After we arrived in Swindon, I walked a couple of blocks to a restaurant and ate a typical English breakfast of potatoes, eggs, mushrooms, grilled tomatoes and bacon. I asked where the tourist center was, and was told it was about five blocks away.

Still wearing the clothes I had put on the morning before in Houston, which consisted of a flimsy pale green skirt, black knit blouse and gold sandals, I trudged uphill to the public library, where the tourist information center was, pulling my large wheeled bag balancing on top of that my backpack and laptop. I carried no purse; my passport and cash were in a small, unflattering flat container which hung around my neck for safety. It began to rain a very cold rain, and I pulled out my umbrella. The shiny gold sandals got unimaginably slippery in the rain, and I was going uphill. I began to have trouble keeping them on my feet. A woman with shaggy hair and several missing front teeth walking near me turned to me and grinning said, "You shouldn't ought to have put that on this morning!" I just looked at her saying nothing; I did not tell her I had put all that on the morning before, in Texas, where the weather was quite different.

As soon as I got to the information center it became clear that the service was primarily for booking trips. And it was in the public library! The lady at the desk kindly called a cab to take me to Lydiard House. The cab came quickly, and the driver began telling me how he manages to remember which way to swerve in an emergency while driving on the left. It seems he was from Austria where they drive on the right like we do. He said the key was in the location of the mirror. If you look into your rear view mirror, and it is not there, you are thinking on the wrong side of the road. Driving on the right, the mirror is on your right; driving on the left, the mirror is on your left. I thought that was a good clue. Still, the rounders were just too much. How would I know which exit to take? I was fairly sure I would get quite lost, or crash into someone. Who would have thought I would be such a chicken?

Lydiard House was rather out in the country, not actually in Swindon, a town which turned out to be fairly sizable compared to places like Avebury or Marlborough. And Lydiard House was nice. The rooms were cleanly comfortable, and the plumbing strange and different than anything I have ever seen anywhere else, but I was able to figure out how to get the hot and cold water adjusted after a while. The price was quite reasonable. It was filled with single men eating alone, the ladies at the front desk told me they were businessmen who came through on a regular basis for their work.

Lydiard House Conference Center was on over 300 acres of land with a lake and formal gardens. It was elegant. My room was just above the front door, too, so I could look out and see people arriving if I wished. There was no air conditioning; it was unnecessary. The open window kept things cool enough. I talked to the ladies at the front desk after I put my bags away, about if there were anyone with a teenaged son or daughter who might like to drive me out to Avebury, where the crop formations are. One lady who worked in the kitchen did have a daughter, it turned out, who was a student interested in making extra cash. She drove me out to the crop circle vicinity and dropped me off the next day, not interested in driving me from crop circle to crop circle -- even though she would have made more money. I figured I would work something out. My instructions from the Guides had been to be flexible. So I decided to do just that.

I spent the remainder of that first day resting or trying to get my computer to work with their wifi, which as it turned out, usually only worked on one spot in the overhang at the front door. So I was not destined to spend a lot of time on the computer. In fact, I never was able to figure out how to get wifi to work on my computer. Silly of me not to figure that out beforehand, of course. But I did get to check my email on one of their computers, so that was good. And actually, if I had been blogging the whole time I was on vacation, I would not have had much of a vacation. I quickly decided I was there to experience. Not to write about experiencing. Writing could wait, and so it did.

I also went for long walks in the woods. It was truly gorgeous. I recognized many of the plants, and some of them I saw growing wild for the first time in my life. Clematis I had only ever seen in nurseries, or during the cold months. To my amazement, here it was growing wild, blooming on the ground under the massive trees. It was so cool and damp and lush I fully expected to see fairies peeking out among the ferns or at the bases of trees. Down in the clusters of trees along the paths it seemed unusually dark, in a beautiful and mysterious way. I walked under one tree whose lowest branches were all above my head, and peered up to see green plums, not yet ripe, hanging from every limb. Blackberries grew everywhere.

There was a pasture with horses. As I walked toward it I saw about seven horses, with spots on their backs, neatly lined up along the fence, evenly spaced as though they were in a line to be admitted somewhere. All were facing the same direction. It seemed odd.

There was a stage in the back of the house, and they were having Shakespeare that night and the next. Tickets were already sold out. That was okay, though, as I am not all that wild about Shakespeare anyway. I saw people arriving with their blankets and coolers in groups of two to five or six. It did look like fun sitting on the grass with friends and family.

I slept well that night. Jet lag did not seem to be an issue at all.

Day of Departure

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This is it. I am leaving for London today. My good friend Terry will be driving me to the airport and house-sitting. She loves plants, so I know they will be alive when I return. Big relief. Also my pet baby lizard whom I discovered in the bathtub and now lives in the living room fern (and eats the fruit flies and gnats) will be happy. Terry is not afraid of wild animals!

My flight leaves at 3:45 pm, so I will need to be there by 2:00 pm to check bags; international flights require more lead time. Mercury is now officially retrograde, so I want to leave in plenty of time. I have ear plugs, benadryl (for sleep), and eye covers. I am hoping not to need a book to read since I plan to sleep most of the time, so as to avoid jet lag as much as possible.

I will be staying near Swindon, Wiltshire, UK at the Lydiard House, ancestral home to the Viscounts Bolingbroke. They had a great rate and were not booked up when I made my last-minute decision as to where to stay. August is a time when everyone is on holiday, and I suspect that there were rooms only because it is so huge. It is a five minute walk from the Swindon railway station. I will rent a car in Swindon and then make my forays out from there. (And YES! Driving on the left side of the road.)

I am hoping for a crop formation near the Lydiard House! There is an enormous park surrounding it, as well as lots of farmland nearby. We'll see what happens. I have had the phrase "West Kennett, Long Barrow" repeating over and over in my head. Guess I will pop over there too, and see what that is all about, wherever that is.

I am planning to go to Glastonbury and see The Tor and the Chalice Well. Avebury will be graced by my presence as well. I want to see the standing stones. I am officially getting excited!

The Avebury Stone Circle - old drawing.

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Bought the Ticket

Well, there is no backing out. I bought the ticket today. GASP! I really AM doing this! I am being told by my Guides and in readings that I am go go with the flow and allow the trip to unfold day by day.

Looks like the first day I am there, I will be meeting Caroline Nettle in Avebury. We are going to see if we can find some crop formations that have not yet been cut down by harvesting. You rather have to catch them just after they are created, and one can only go into the field if the farmer has previously given permission. I have read crop circle etiquette many times over the years, and must say that it is just the same etiquette that everyone shows farmers in Texas as well. If you are in a field of grain, walk on the tram lines and do not stomp on the plants so they cannot be harvested (DUH!) Do not go into a field if the farmer says not to do so (it is private property, after all). That sort of obvious thing. If they put out a donation box by the entrance to the field, put money in it.

Of course, that does not happen in Texas. There is no good reason to enter anyone's field unless you are a farm worker around here. But I am hoping that changes! I am hoping for crop formations in Texas! Wouldn't that be something?!

Crop Formations in England, Pyramids in Bosnia

The above is a July 2011 crop formation in England!



In just about ten days I will be taking off for one of the most exciting journeys of my life. I am going alone, too. I will fly to London, England, and then on west to the countryside where the crop formations occur each summer in the fields of grain. Some have been proven man-made, and some are of "other" origin, utilizing technology which human beings at this time do not possess. Many scientists and mathematicians have spent countless hours studying the phenomenon, and still do not know where the "authentic" formations come from. They are often teaching us complicated maths which humanity did not previously know.

What's more, the authentic formations respond to human consciousness. If a group, or sometimes an individual, meditates on seeing a formation that speaks to them, often the formation comes in the next day or two. For example, a group of Japanese tourists meditated upon getting a formation acknowledging their presence at the scene, and one that looked like origami showed up the next day.

I have been interested in this phenomenon and sending out newsletter emails about them for 13+ years, and finally am going to England to hopefully see them. I also plan to see Glastonbury and the Tor.

After a few days there I will be heading south to visit the newly discovered pyramids in Europe, located in Visoko, Bosnia. So keep checking back. I will get onto the internet when I can and post photos, videos and words as I go along this sacred journey. My Guides are telling me to hang loose and watch the trip unfold, rather than plan it in great detail. So I am going to take a deep breath and hang on for the ride, trusting my Guides to know what comes next.