Archive for February, 2009

Cosmic Driving Lessons

Saturday, February 28th, 2009

So it’s late spring, early summer, somewhere in the mid-1990s.  I’m driving from Kansas City to Emporia – and I shouldn’t be driving.  Sonja’s up front with me in my 1980 BMW, and Sky’s in back.  Sonja is asking “How do you know when you see a UFO?” and “What does it feel like?” and “Do you think I’ll ever see one?

I must be playing it pretty cool because I’m being allowed to drive, even though – like I said -I shouldn’t be.  I’m trying to keep the car on a straight path.

It’s getting pretty dark, so it’s well after sunset, and I see an orange light near the horizon ahead of us. Figuring it’s a plane heading for KC as we drive west, I say to Sonja, “That could be a flying saucer.  So it’s a technically a UFO, but only because we can’t tell from this distance what it is.  We don’t know if it’s a real flying saucer, so it’s an ‘unidentified flying object.'”

Then, some time goes by…

…and the next thing I know this craft of unimaginable proportions is flying diagonally across the median from left to right, passing directly overhead while I continue focussing on keeping the car on the road, and at the same time quickly noting that this thing is HUGE and tilted – and Sky leans forward and she and Sonja are looking up through the windshield screaming, “It’s a flying saucer! Ohmygodthatsaflyingsaucer!!!!” as I grip the steering wheel and pull to the side of the road, looking back through the rear passenger window to see the thing rapidly disappear into the distance.

Both Sky and Sonja are hyperventilating, breathing in an entirely different world than they’d ever seen before.  They had just watched a huge disk, low overhead and bigger than they could explain, rotating and revolving, tilted to reveal its underside – which they both described as a display of many small, white lights flashing in a synchronised pattern.

I missed it. I suppose I was being punished for driving when… well, like I said, I shouldn’t have been driving.  I do regret that, more than I can say.  Apparently our conversation may have been “overheard,” and a saucer moves in so that Sonja can see one – and she does, her first! – and Sky gets quite the visual treat, too.  But me?  I’m taught a hard lesson.

Fair enough.  Other than being taken aboard a craft, this was the biggest, the closest and clearest and most coherent saucer I’d been near, probably, and it passes directly overhead in plain view, and I miss it.

That’s what I get for being a crazy, stupid-ass driver.

STACE TUSSEL

In Memoriam – Paul Vigay

Saturday, February 21st, 2009

Paul Vigay and Me at Calne, 1997

Paul Vigay and Me at Calne, 1997

The crop circle community has suffered a tragic loss with the mysterious death of Paul Vigay, who went missing several days ago and whose body was subsequently found in the sea near his home at Southsea, Hampshire a day or two later (I am getting conflicting reports on exactly when he was reported missing and when his body was discovered.)  My condolences to his loved ones.

Paul’s last e-mail, sent on the 18th, the day he vanished, gave no indication of any problems.  Hearing from him was a nice kick-start to the 2009 season, and I didn’t sense for a moment that he was in trouble.

Now, to know Paul’s body has been found – I cannot hold back emotion.  This news is so unexpected – I didn’t even know he’d gone missing until Colin’s note this evening, with the horrible words “Body Found of Paul Vigay” in the subject line that made me wait minutes before opening the e-mail.  The words were unbelievable.  Abhorrent.  I still can hardly believe it.

Paul was a pillar of integrity.  He was a tireless catalogueur of crop circles the world over – as knowledgeable as any researcher I’ve known.  I enjoyed meeting him and knowing him   His legacy is tremendous.  Paul’s been one of the most prolific contributors to crop circle recordry, as can be seen at his website, www.cropcircleresearch.com.

Ironically, the quote on his home page reads, “Man cannot discover new oceans until he has courage to lose sight of the shore.

I will miss the thought of being able to send him an e-mail at any moment, then waiting to see when the right words would come.  Now all I can do is think back to 12 years ago, in the garden at The Barge.  Paul, and so many others, all gathered around in the magic twilight…..Old Scrumpys in hand.  (At least that’s what I had.)  Paul’s cheerfulness and rosy cheeks will never fade from memory.

STACE TUSSEL

Crop Circle Encoded at Germination – Herington, Kansas 2006

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

Crop Circles projected into seed during winter germination stage?

Plenty more crop circle stories to tell, only the most interesting ones here…..

During the summer of 2006 my mom called to tell me a new crop circle had appeared near Herington, Kansas.  The mature crop wasn’t pressed to the ground.  Instead, the crop was standing, having never been flattened – and it was growing at peculiar rates compared to the surrounding field.

The Herington crop circle was found close to harvest time by the farmer, who was alarmed and eventually quite siezed by the event.  He said it was “the darndest thing:”   two ovals linked by a path – almost like eyeglasses, were drawn there in the wheat.  The outer rim of the “glasses” as well as the path  were growing faster and much more robustly than the surrounding field, whereas the inside was of decreasing height and vigor until, at the center of each ellipse the wheat was sparse and stood barely a foot tall.

Stace measuring wheat in Herington crop circle

Stace measuring wheat in Herington crop circle

I went to Kansas to visit this formation for myself.  I called the farmer, Merle, and he met me at the field.

The tallest wheat stems were bent over under the weight of the robust heads, where in contrast, the wheat in the center of each circle was frail and contained maybe 6 to 8 seeds per head.  Compared to the overall average height of the field, the range from tallest to smallest was around 30 inches.

Oddly-behaving orange balls of light (well, what would non-oddly-behaving orange balls of light do?) were seen making patterns in the sky, flying in formation, all kinds of neat things – on Valentine’s Day that year, all over Kansas and specifically over the Lost Springs area several months before the growing wheat became, evidently, a crop circle.  The UFOs may have affected the germinating wheat, contributing to its eventual appearance; perhaps this crop circle may have been set in motion many months before it showed up.

In early 2007, when the seed that had been left standing came in – the crop circle wheat, unharvested, having burrowed into the earth and germinated – it grew in the pattern as the summer before.  An icy wind blew as the grass pushed up into the season, me in the middle of it, drawing my scarf around me.

The wheat in the centers was fine, like a child’s hair, and there was a lot of it.  Around the edges of the frames, and in the “bridge,” the grass was more like the kind they make big yards out of, in the midwest: thick, robust; the kind of wheat you could whistle with (rather like elongated whistling candy boxes).  I can’t remember the name of that grass – something like…bluegrass?

Clearly whatever had impacted the wheat the year before had been incorporated – encoded – into the next year’s growth.  What this means is multi-faceted:  what effect has it on our food supply?  on our consciousness?  on the way we view time?  on reality?

We may interact with manipulated DNA through a variety of means.  But that discussion’s for another day…

STACE TUSSEL

If you are interested in other United States crop circles I’ve visited, click on the tag “US crop circles.”  Many of these circles were never reported on elsewhere.

Interacting with the Subtle Energies of Crop Circles

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

(Note:  Visual media links are provided after the article.)

My friend Simeon Hein recently posted a video on YouTube as part of an interview series titled “Crop Circles, Remote Viewing, and UFO Disclosure.”  In this segment he shows a page from his book Opening Minds on which is printed a series of drawings from my 1997 crop circle field notes.  The example he uses is additional validation of my belief that we can interact with subtle energies associated with crop circles.

With such an elusive and essentially personal phenomenon, I can only share my perceptions as I explicate my own experience.  I feel my ideas are of value to the ongoing study of consciousness and crop circles.  In that spirit, Simeon’s video spurred me to tell the story of what happened to me in the Upham Goddess formation, which highlights a subjective feature of the phenomenon experienced by almost everyone who interacts with them on more than a superficial level.

Few people had been able to visit the Upham Goddess, so called due to shape as well as its remote location and lack of good roads beyond the land owner’s home.   I’d like to add my further interpretation of the symbol.  The Goddess is very near a slight indention in the field, visible only from the air, which I’m told is the remnant of a World War II bomb explosion.  In its position near the crater, I see this formation as the Goddess Mother recognising, with healing energy, the artificial chaos men create and leave behind.

As I was meditating in one of the small circles marking the end of the outline of the Goddess I began viewing “eyelid movies,” i.e., what we see on the inside of our closed eyes during trance or meditation.  First I saw a vivid swirling pattern, and then I saw two arcs pointing outward with a dot in the middle.

In Simeon’s video, he mentions that I drew the Goddess formation and a couple of weeks later it showed up.  Actually, I was meditating in the Goddess formation when I visualised the other shapes I drew, which then appeared in a formation found a few days later – the morning I left Heathrow on my way back to the United States.

Simeon calls this an instance of “precognitive remote viewing.” I feel a more radical point is that when we are infused with crop circle energy, whether physically or psychically, in this dimension or in another, we can become transceivers capable of intimate interactions with subtle realms and realities.  Perhaps we enter portals of access to non-linear, holographic mind.  In any case, it appears that a consciousness connection links some people with the circles and  their creative force, allowing and even encouraging extraordinary inter-intelligence communication.

STACE TUSSEL

Eventually I’ll figure out how to get video, photos, and diagrams posted directly onto my site, but for now you’ll have to follow the links to see what I’m describing:

1)  Simeon Hein’s CCTV interview, part 4: (I recommend the entire series, but the part especially relevant to this story appears between the 7- and 8-minute marks.)
2)  The “Upham Goddess” formation:
3)  The crop circle resembling what I viewed during meditation in the “Goddess:”

More Crop Circle Synchronicities – North Dakota, 2000

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

MORE SYNCHRONICITIES –
NORTH DAKOTA, 2000

NOTE:  All three circle diagrams can be found at Paul Vigay’s archives by year and location:  2000, North Dakota.  (Paul was a shining star – he will remain a shining star – Stace, 22 February 2009.)


My first trip to visit US crop circles after Inman in 1995 and travelling to England in 1997 took me from Denver to just shy of the Canadian border in North Dakota and back – in one weekend.

That expedition in late summer of 2000 brought more transformative synchronicities, adding to the ones I described in my prior post Pleiadean Communication and Crop Circles.

How deeply these synchronicities affect me and my world is hard to describe – although I’ll try my best.

The trip from Denver to Langdon and back took all of about 57 hours – about 35 of which was spent driving.  We put almost 2500 miles on the car.   I got only a few hours sleep total over those three nights: none on Friday night, perhaps three hours on Saturday night, and an hour or two on Monday morning before work.

Wow. What a drive. Good thing my friend Lyn was with me to help out – and it was her first visit to a crop circle!

Back to synchronicity…..

The first synchronicity was when I realised that there was a new crop circle in the US in Langdon, North Dakota. Yes, it was far, far away – but 16 years earlier I had graduated high school at a very small school at Langdon, Kansas. So my ears perked up.

Langdon is not a common place name, as I found out while searching through the atlas during the 17 hour drive to Langdon. Between the lines I could make out a message from the circle makers, “Now you’ve got your education, so put it to use!”

Turns out that Langdon, North Dakota, at -98.368W longitude, is almost precisely north of Langdon, Kansas, which sits at -98.325W longitude. I tried to figure out how far off an exact longitude line that would place each small town, and so far I haven’t come up with a conclusive figure – though it can’t be more than a handful of miles.

So we arrive in Langdon around 3 PM local time Saturday, and I call farmer Ullyott again (I’d of course called him they day before, to get permission to go into his field.)  He met up with us several miles north of Langdon and we walked out into the crop circle, which couldn’t be seen from the road, being a few hundred yards out into the wheat at the top of a small rise in the otherwise flat landscape.

Although I hadn’t slept for over 30 hours, my energy was stoked as we made our way through the long-awaited, familiar sound of wind-brushed, ripening wheat, which swayed like hula skirts around our legs.

Most of the wheat was laid flat to the ground in this dumbbell-shaped formation – similar in many ways to the Inman circle, the “Tractor” (again, referenced in “Pleiadean Communication…”) – but hundreds of standing stalks caught my attention upon first entering the formation.

In many crop circles, both human made and non-human made, the downed wheat will stand back up fairly quickly due to the plant’s innate desire for sunlight, growth, and photosynthesis. In this case, the standing stalks were more numerous than in other circles I’d seen, but seemingly randomly placed within the formation.

Examining them carefully at the base I could see that these stalks appeared to have never been flattened; somehow, they were simply left standing.

The largest circle in this formation was where I found a good-sized chunk of granite – pink, black, and white – sitting on top of the dirt in the exact center of downed wheat. The stone dowsed very, very strongly for many months. Over the years the energy has gradually attenuated, mellowing like brown on wood, the dowsing rods reacting differently today than then.

The Bata circle, a few miles south and west of Langdon, was our second stop.  This second one resembled, to some, a flowerpot (which I never quite understood); to others, it was a microscope.  In this formation Lyn and I were sitting in the center of a radially-splayed circle and found a huge ladybug crawling up my arm.  Its right wing was distorted.  On closer look it appeared that the wing itself had been singed, shrunken and curled around the edges – yet the ladybug was full of life.  She was definitely something to behold.

After the unslept rush of immersion in the crop circle energy, I remember the frenzy of mosquitoes buzzing the field just after the sun slipped past the horizon.  We were exhausted, yet incredibly energised at the same time.  By nightfall we’d visited and documented two powerful, yet very different, crop circles.

By the time we’d done as much as possible with the second crop circle, night was falling and as mosquito-laden as we could bear.  We decided to go to dinner, chat with some folks about our work, and try to get a few hours sleep.

We had to leave for Denver before sunrise, so the third Langdon circle was out of reach.  But..that night we heard rumours that a new crop circle had also been spotted at Thompson, just south of Grand Forks – which we would drive past on our way home the next morning.  So despite the 17 hour drive we faced the next day, we decided to take a slight detour to the small town of Thompson to look for the rumoured fourth crop circle.

It was just after sunrise on Sunday morning when we arrived at Grand Forks, within elevator-sighting distance of Thompson, and I don’t recall seeing any cars on the road on the way to the newspaper office. They hadn’t answered their phone earlier.  And then nobody was there when we arrived and knocked on the door and phoned again, so we went on to Thompson without a location or anyone to contact.

Thompson’s a small town with a 3- or 4- barrel grain elevator.  It’s a very sleepy Sunday morning town.

Lyn and I drove for miles looking for the crop circle, but we knew we were talking a good hundred or more square miles land unseen by air.  Each glance into the flat fields was roulette.  Then finally something yawned awake in the northern prairie:  the sun came out suddenly and filled everything with “wakey wakey!”  And finally we had a few people trickling into town to talk to, to find out at last where the crop circle was…

….but no one had heard of it.

After asking everyone we could if they knew of it, or if they knew what a crop circle was, and getting only dumbfounded gestures in response, Lyn had started the car, turned up the music, and had the A/C on full blast.  I had one foot in the car, disappointed and deflated after the anticipation of getting into one more circle before heading back to Denver.

Remember, by now it must’ve been around 8 o’clock and we still had a good 15 hours of driving to go to get home.

“Just a minute. Just one more…”

I walked over to the fellow putting gas in his old pickup. This guy had long hair pulled back in a ponytail, wore a plaid shirt and cowboy boots, and wasn’t looking up for anything. A dog, a border collie mix perhaps, peeked out the back window from the cab, practically wagging the truck.

“Hello there – my friend and I have come from Denver to investigate crop circles in Langdon, up north, and we’re heading home now – and we’ve got a really long drive ahead of us today – but we heard there was a crop circle at Thompson and we’ve got to find it if at all possible. Have you heard of it?”

He continued pumping gas, ver-r-r-r-ry slowly lifting his head so that his eyes were almost level with mine. “It’s in a field across from my house.”

I had hit pay dirt!  WOW!  Even though the field had already been harvested, I knew that the crop circle would still be there to experience, because flattened crop circles aren’t destroyed by combines.*

We followed Scott and his dog seven or eight miles in a slather of dust and chaff out west and south of town and right into a field.  Stubbled wheatstems polished the underside of the rental car as we drove a couple hundred yards to the circle that lay undisturbed on the ground, shining in the sun.

Thus begins the story of one fabulous crop circle near Thompson, ND, during the late summer of 2000.

A “Circle in Parentheses,” I call it.

Thompson, ND (copyright Stace Tussel)

Thompson, ND (copyright Stace Tussel)

The farmer, John Adams, had been harvesting the field a few days earlier when he came across the circle, which had apparently been undetected until then. He felt a strange energy emanating from the pattern, and so did his wife Bonnie when he brought her back to see it before continuing the harvest.

Bonnie was having a hard time believing it wasn’t otherworldly. Her film came back with the photos just snapshots of yellow.  (My film was unproductive too.)

Years later, the shape and diagram of this crop circle resonates as strong as the day I walked into it.

I receive a message from this crop circle, gazing into the black cut-out of the “circle in parentheses.”  The synchronicities are so intricate and interwoven beyond what’s already described – and I can’t go into that here in this short post. Perhaps some other time.

I believe one use of parentheses is to highlight: 1) “A qualifying or amplifying word, phrase, or sentence inserted within written matter in such a way as to be independent of the surrounding grammatical structure.”

So the Thompson formation can be a message from the circlemakers that the true circles are always composed of circles. Also,

2) “A comment departing from the theme of discourse; a digression.”

There are various themes departing from the original phenomenon, but I figure that a central feature of the real circles is that circular geometry is *the* radical component of any true formation…

STACE TUSSEL

* Note: A year and some months later, I was again in North Dakota to film a TLC documentary: “Crop Circles: In Search of a Sign.”  We hadn’t included the Bata formation during filming, so I had a little time to myself that afternoon.  I found the little hill where the crop circle had lain, and held my dowsing rods out as I walked up to where I remember the circle had been.  It was tilled dirt with no sign of seedlings or anything green.  The sky was overcast.  And it was very cold, and windy – yet the dowsing was immensely strong – in fact there’d been very little attenuation at all.  Despite the blustery conditions, the rods clearly followed the intricate lay of the crop circle that had been plowed under many months before.

* Interestingly, the decomposition of the plants means that the wheat seeds from crop circles are naturally incorporated into the soil to germinate alongside the next planting.  More about that consideration in my article, with graphic, about the Herington, KS crop circle of 2006.