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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 to me, 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

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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.

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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:”

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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.

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Pleiadean Communication and Crop Circles

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

In the early- to mid-1990s I was going through an increase in anomalous encounters with what I consider non-human intelligence.  Interaction occurred primarily during the middle of the night, but I sensed interaction as well while I was listening to certain trance music through headphones – particularly “Pleiadean Communication” by A Positive Life.  In early June of 1995 I listened to it perhaps a hundred times, or more.

At the same time, numerous synchronicities involving the Pleiades came at me, and I distinctly felt that whatever was “visiting” me was Pleiadean in nature.  As the song infused me, something in me seemed to “click into place.”  I felt something special happening, but I didn’t know exactly what it was, or what it meant…but I was soon to find out.

On Friday evening, the 16th of June, my friend Sonja and I drove from Emporia, Kansas, where we were both attending college, to Topeka, to visit with a friend of hers that I’d never met before.  I believe his name was Michael.  He handed me a book called the Keys of Enoch (Enoch being a major pseudopigraphal work) and showed me some photos of southern England’s recent crop circles.

I’d only recently “discovered” crop circles, via the classic Circular Evidence by Colin Andrews and Pat Delgado, so I was interested in these designs which had apparently been evolving in complexity throughout the early 1990s.  But unlike the circles in the book, which were relatively simple in nature while showing anomalous details that seemed to eliminate humans as a factor in their creation, the circles Sonja’s friend showed me depicted undeniably intelligent designs. My impression of these complex circles was that they weren’t the real deal; surely the fancy ones were fakes.  But I kept that to myself.

As Michael handed me a full-colour calendar back from a prior year, with twelve beautiful photos including 1991’s famous Barbury Castle formation, I thought (with a touch of natural skepticism, I suppose):  “Show me one of these in Kansas, and then I’ll believe.”  Now, this is very important:  The time was about 10.30 on Friday night, 16 June 1995, and I was sitting in a stranger’s house on the west side of Topeka, Kansas, holding a calendar back, literally asking for a crop circle to investigate.  This, too, I kept to myself – or so I thought.

The next few days passed quickly.  My younger brother got married Saturday and my older brother and his family were visiting from Ohio.  So on Thursday morning, the 22nd of June – almost a week after I’d wished for a Kansas crop circle – we were all sitting around my mother’s dining room table in a small town in south-central Kansas.  Mom was looking at the Hutchinson News, and she read aloud, “Here, Stace – Crop Circle Mars Inman Wheat Field.”

There on the front page was a photo of a farmer standing in a brand new crop circle formation little more than an hour away from my mother’s house.  I wouldn’t normally have been at Mom’s house on a Thursday – what luck!  Within minutes I had phoned Mr Regier for permission to enter his field and directions to the site, packed the car with Dad’s tape measure and a camera, and said some quick good-bys.

Ironically, in the excitement of the moment, I had completely forgotten my request the Friday previous for a crop circle of my own to investigate.  More about confirmation later….

Because the crop circle had only been found on the 20th and reported in the news on the 22nd, my daughter and I were two of only a few people to have stepped into the formation. I felt a sense of elation and wonder that beautiful Thursday morning as I photographed and took measurements of the gleaming golden crop lay.  The ground details were beautiful.  I knew what to look for after having pored over Circular Evidence with such interest. I carefully inspected the entire formation, which stretched about 120 feet (about 36.5 metres) from east to west.  My daughter and I carefully measured each facet’s dimension, and I photographed and documented details like gap-seeking, isolated standing stalks, and underlying swirls.

The diagram I produced from measurements was painstakingly created from careful ground measurements; no aerial photo has ever been found. The crop circle shape resembles an old tractor:  a large circle to the east was connected by a thin path to a smaller circle to the west, which had another thin path leading directly north out of the smaller circle before jutting east, almost like an exhaust pipe.

The samples I collected of the affected and control wheat were sent to Michigan. WC Levengood,, confirmed that the sprouted wheat from the control samples grew normally, whereas the wheat from various points within the formation grew significantly more rapidly and evenly.

As I continued my investigation over the next several days, I interviewed a farmer named Chad who witnessed astonishing light phenomena that “made the hair on [his] arms stand on end.”  (Note: piezoelectric effect, perhaps?)  He was tilling a field on the warm, muggy night of June 16th, and at around 10.30, he suddenly saw a stationary row of several lights “like car headlights on dim” above the field across the road to his north, “stirring up dust.”  The strange lights “spooked” him, he said.  He turned the tractor around at the end of a row, looked back, and the lights were gone.  And four days later, on the 20th of June, Mr Regier found the crop circle in the exact spot Chad had seen the lights.

Was the timing mere coincidence?  I didn’t think so; 10.30 PM on the 16th of June was so specific that I had to take it personally. And something about the song “Pleiadean Communication” kept coming back to me….as though by listening to what I feel may have been channeled music I had entered a true trance state which had allowed an interface between myself and the circle makers.  That my request had apparently been answered immediately was notable.  But who knows – maybe I needed just a little more evidence….

To cement my knowledge that inter-intelligence communication had occurred between myself and the circle makers, a full year later in the summer of 1996 an even wilder synchronicity was revealed.  On a whim, I decided to take out a map of Kansas (82,282 square miles of land) and put a point on the map where I had originally wished for a crop circle and another where I had initially learned about the Inman formation.  With a ruler, I drew a straight line between the two points – a geographical distance of about 160 miles.  There, on the line, six miles east of Inman and a mile north on paved county roads, then a quarter mile back west on a dirt road, was the precise spot of the Inman formation.

So not only did the crop circle appear at the moment I wished for it, but it took the stylised form of the tractor on which rode the only known witness to its creation….and it appeared directly on an extraordinarily significant axis.  All of this without a word spoken – only a private wish calling out from deep within me.  Webster couldn’t do better at defining “communication.”  At that moment I beamed one of the biggest smiles of my life, I’m sure.

I feel sure the circle makers were smiling too…

STACE TUSSEL

NOTE:  My field report and diagram were published in the Summer 1996 issue of The Circular, a UK periodical now out of print.

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To Be Fair…(addendum to last post)

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

After reading Colin Andrews’ expose’, I felt that so much that had been known but sidelined for so long was validated, and I reacted with considerable fervour to that wonderful news. But I must also acknowledge that although the genuine phenomenon is a different creature than the human-made formations, there is rumoured to be an overlap of what might be called “supernatural” activity within both.

Balls of light (BOLs) and UFOs are a common sight in and around the non-human-made formations.  Reportedly they’ve been seen in association with human crop art as well.  Likewise, some human circlemakers claim to have designed a formation on paper, but when they get to the field to lay down the crop they find the circle has already appeared – as though someone or something had read their mind.

While an overriding theme of deception in the human “crop art” makes me wonder at the trustworthiness of some of the people reporting this activity, I can’t discount it out of hand due to the known extremes of inter-intelligence communications.  So, to be fair, there appear to be inexplicable events associated with the human-made formations.  Whether this indicates a playfulness on the part of the non-human circlemakers (which certainly isn’t hard to imagine) or something else, it deserves recognition.  But I reiterate, the two phenomena are different animals.  Circlemaking teams tend to make formations and then keep their activities secret, which undoubtedly contributes a huge part to the British crop circle fascination.  I must question their motives:  innocent, as in “They’re enjoying it – so what’s the harm?” or less-so, as in “Ha! They really think ours was put down by ET!”

My post was really more about the evidence of a real coverup revealed by Colin Andrews, not about putting down the efforts of the human crop artists or discounting those formations’ value.  The artists do a fine job, and since the mystique is central to their art, revealing who they are and which formations they create would take much of the fun out of their work.  So, the dilemma is to how to tell them apart – if it matters to you.  It matters to me, so I’ll detail briefly what I believe are a few of the more definitive signs of the original crop circle phenomenon:

1)  The interaction between human and non-human consciousness, i.e., telepathic communication between humans and the non-human circlemakers, with extreme synchronicities seemingly arranged to confirm said communication, such as I’ve reported in my article “Pleiadean Communication and Crop Circles” (to be posted here in edited form soon).

2)  Specific ground details (not the common ones that humans have mastered or are scientifically explained) that would require extraordinary planning and expertise far, far in excess of what is needed to convince 99.9% of those who believe “they’re all real! None are created by humans.” (Yes, there are some folks out there who still believe humans can’t possibly create those “perfect” patterns – which is fine – just like there are a few out there who believe that all crop circles are made by men.)

3) Circles that appear literally “in the middle of nowhere,” with no claim to fame and no publicity attached – many of which I’ve investigated here in vast, unpopulated areas of the United States and which have been downplayed or even completely ignored by mainstream media here.

To explain these notes in detail would require a much more lengthy post, so I’ll not go into that now.  But again, to be fair, it does appear that unusual activity, possibly related to inter-intelligence communications, may be happening within the realm of human-made crop art.  That said, the deception that pervades the movement in general turns me off, however, so for the time being I’ll relegate the study of that activity to those who are absorbed in the “crop art” movement and are drawn to that specific area of research.

STACE TUSSEL

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Breaking News: Colin Andrews Finally Blows the Whistle!

Monday, January 19th, 2009

Colin Andrews played an important role in my learning about crop circles when I read his book Circular Evidence 15 years ago.  In Wiltshire and Hampshire during the summer of 1997, I spent time doing field research with Colin and with pilot and researcher Busty Taylor, was taught how to dowse the circles by the late Richard Andrews, and rubbed elbows with other researchers at Alton-Barnes’ famous “Barge Inn.”  Many of those friends and acquaintances have bravely stood by the fact that even though many circles are human-made, the genuine phenomenon has never gone away.

Some of my old friends, “croppies” as they were called, have in recent years downplayed or even completely denied the non-human role in crop circles, focussing instead on the fantastic “crop art” being made by groups of human “crop artists” – many of whom are, in odd twists of fate, friends of mine.  I have nothing against “crop art,” but I do take issue with the quick conclusion that because impressive crop art is being plastered all over websites and calendars around the world, that’s representative of crop circles in general.  “Just because some dollar bills are counterfeit doesn’t mean that all dollar bills are counterfeit.“

Colin Andrews, myself, and others, even in the face of ridicule, have remained outspokenly convinced that the genuine phenomenon existed, and still exists, even as “crop art” became the talk of the town.  Now Colin has come forth with an absolutely brilliant compilation of evidence that shows that not only were the British Ministry of Defence and the Royal Family extremely interested in the original phenomenon, but that over the years, denials were perpetrated by false “UFO spokespersons” as part of the coverup, which is now revealed in impressive detail here:

http://colinandrews.net/Government02.html

If you have any interest at all in the genuine phenomenon, I urge you to read Colin’s expose’.  (It’s not a quick nor easy read – so allow yourself some time.)  I’m elated that he has finally come forth with this compilation that supports those of us that know, beyond a doubt, that not all crop circles are made by people out to fool us!  Thank you, Colin, for taking a stand!  He is right in the preface he attached when he e-mailed news of this post today:  “This is the most important article I’ve ever written and was not easy for me to do.  Mainly because of confidentialities Ive (sic) held over the years but I had to make a statement before history gets re-written again. There is going to be some media and no doubt some backlash too: Bottom line is that the magic is getting lost in the noise.”  The backlash to which he refers is that disharmony that will be once again feverishly stirred up between the “real” camp and the “human-made” camp.  We could forego all that if we’d just accept that crop circles and crop art are related only in their general facades.

For anyone out there wanting to get into a real crop circle, you will need to find your methods of determining the real ones from the imposters – which isn’t difficult to do.  On the other hand, if you simply want to go into “crop art” for the charm it has to offer, you’ll find many examples to enjoy.  Just remember that there’s no point in denying that they are two radically different phenomena.  Now, more than ever, it’s important to realise and remember that the “real deal” is obviously created by non-human intelligence, without direct human intervention on the ground but often with a clear psychic (telepathic) component.  The implications are staggering – and in this day, that statement really needs no explanation…

NOTE:  Colin Andrews’ article is strictly copyrighted, so if you want to share the information, please respect that and share the link to his site, giving proper credit where credit is due!     STACE TUSSEL

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Sightings of Import – Part Two

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

“They’re Probably Listening Right Now….”

In this post, I thought I’d go back to some memorable UFO activity from many years ago – in my pre-crop-circle days.  First I’ll share a few bits from the 1950s, the decade before I was born.

As an aside, which could indicate mere coincidence, earlier in the decade one of my father’s cousins, one Robert Adcock, was mysteriously lost during a military flight in the Bermuda Triangle. And as a Marine in the mid-1950s, my father once witnessed on radar a couple of blips indicating an unknown object travelling much faster than anything known to man at the time (and perhaps to this day).

But on to the later 1950s…..

My mother and father and sister lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of a house in Huntsburg, Ohio. Daddy worked nights, while Mom, just 16 years old, stayed at home.  My sister slept in a crib near the bed. One morning in late 1957 or early 1958, when my sister was about 9 months old, Daddy came home in the pre-dawn dark, and he and Mom lay in bed talking. Cheryl stood up in her crib, so Mom got up to put her in bed with Daddy and then went to get her a drink.

When Mom came back from the kitchen, something exceedingly strange happened – something that was not only witnessed by both of them but which was also confirmed later that day in a series of events I’ll describe next. Bear in mind that this took place over 50 years ago, but the story’s remained essentially the same each time I’ve brought it up with my parents:

Mom was standing in the doorway and Daddy and Cheryl were on the bed when a “laser beam” or stream of light shot straight through the window and hit the crib where Cheryl had been standing moments before, making a “cracking” sound on the wood. Lightning? No thunder. Car headlight? No chance, based on the location of the window. Flashlight? Not coming through a second floor window in a thin beam that resulted in a sound as it hit the crib.

Later that day, a clearly-defined and apparently radioactive circular area was investigated by mysterious men in the field nearby.  The news reported that a UFO that passed over the area, shutting down the electrical systems of cars on the road nearby for a few moments – yes, just like you see dramatised on television these days. Cars all stalled at once, and then a few moments later, they all started up again.

“Flying saucers” were fairly common in that area of Ohio during the late 1950s. Later, when Mom and Dad lived with my paternal grandparents in Windsor, a village just a few miles east of Huntsburg, my father saw actual craft. The farmstead stood on a hill overlooking the river valley between Windsor and Orwell, and more than once my father saw silver disks descending into the trees near the river.

Now fast forward oh, about thirty years – to around 1990. With my mother and father having divorced in 1970 or 1971, Daddy was living in Kansas City and my sister (the one from the crib story) in rural, south-central Kansas. He was visiting one evening, which was a rare occasion since KC is about 5 hours from my sister’s home. I was there, as was my younger brother (by my stepfather) and my sister’s four children. It was a late summer night, we were talking excitedly, and the subject turned to UFOs – probably at my urging.

Daddy started to describe some of his sightings as the family huddled around, listening intently. For some reason I (half-jokingly) said something to the effect of, “they can probably hear us now – they’ve probably been listening the whole time!” and everyone got a good laugh out of that. But in some odd way I meant it – and my brother (around age 15), my sister’s oldest daughter (who must’ve been around 12 at the time), and I decided to go on a walk down the dark, dirt road, flashlight in hand, to look at the stars and see if any “flying saucers” would show up. It was a clear night anyway, so I knew the stargazing would be good.

As we walked arm in arm, Michael started to blink the light off and on up toward the sky (which is a proven way of showing intent to communicate with ET – albeit high-powered spotlights rather than weak flashlights are more commonly used, and at the time I didn’t know the CSETI protocol). I laughed a bit as I playfully chided him, “If they’re up there, they’re not going to see that little light all the way down here!” And what do you know, just a few seconds later, in the exact spot I was gazing – pretty much directly overhead and quite close – a bright yellow-orange light turned on and jetted over as I exclaimed “Look at that!” in time to have both Cis and Michael look up and see, for just a second, this amber light that seemingly appeared in response to the evening’s discussion.

Now I’ve seen many meteors in my time, and tons of satellites too, and this was neither. It was as large as a streetlight from, say, a block or two away, and completely silent. It moved much faster than a starlike satellite, but moved slower and was larger and more defined than any meteor I’ve seen (other than “fireballs” I’ve seen dropping down on occasion). And the timing of its appearance – well, it couldn’t have been better.

Sometimes with ET, all you need to do is acknowledge, ask, and accept. If they’re in range, I feel it’s more likely that they’ll hear and respond, provided the curiosity is real and the intention pure. In fact, they seem to enjoy teasing us with this kind of cat-and-mouse game, although there are more serious and focused ways of instigating contact – CSETI training and practise being one of them. But from my experience, ET does seem to appreciate the innocence – and the awe – of “recognised confirmation” in a first-contact type of way.

In future posts, I’ll go into the more advanced and intentional methods of building meaningful contact with ET that can, and does, happen with practise – and generally only in the absence of fear. Until then, just remember, “they’re probably listening right now.” Indeed, perhaps they are….

STACE TUSSEL

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The Cosmos “Neither Declares Nor Conceals”

Wednesday, December 24th, 2008

~ dedicated to the memory of Dev Hathaway

I can be a bit particular in my usage of certain terms. Recently my research has drawn me back to the subject of synchronicity, the mention of which often causes undue confusion. There are reasons why I use the words coincidence, serendipity, and synchronicity in very specific ways.

A bit of logic should silence all arguments: Yes, all synchronicities are coincidences, but not all coincidences are synchronicities.  Strictly speaking, any two things that happen concurrently form a coincidence, whether it carries any special meaning or not.   Serendipity is a step up – more like a lucky coincidence, but not out of the realm of everyday possibility.

By contrast, synchronicity is that rare coincidence that punctuates – with an exclamation point – a deeply meaningful coincidence, one that is so astonishingly rare as to be nearly unbelievable.  And, to satisfy its critics, the synchronicity’s extraordinary significance must be clearly and immediately undeniable.

Synchronicity has been acknowledged to happen more frequently during events or times in our lives that are accompanied by profound insight, change, or discovery – events such as falling in love or ending a relationship, experiencing cascading epiphanies, or, perhaps, inviting contact from “other intelligence.”

To explain, I’ll have to go back in time about fifteen years. One of my most esteemed English professors, the late Dev Hathaway, told me that my writing reminded him of Annie Dillard’s. Coincidentally, Dev was an acquaintance of Dillard’s sister. I remember the smile in his eyes as he mentioned I even looked a bit like her. He advised me to read Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

That same afternoon I was browsing quantum mechanics or some such topic at the university library. Most of the books were relatively new – many in paperback, and all of them looking fairly standard for the subect matter. As I scanned the shelves, my eyes were drawn to one book that seemed somehow out of place: a dark, fabric-covered hardback with a faint, copper-hued title. I leaned in and, still unable to read the worn lettering in the dim light, pulled the book out: Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

In a library housing hundreds of thousands of volumes, how is it that my eyes landed on the same book Dev mentioned just moments earlier – and why?

Later that week I chanced upon a paperback copy of said book, marked down to some unreasonably low price at a bookstore’s closeout sale, and I was able to add the book to my collection. Now, that I was at the bookstore at the same time as the book was a coincidence – and it was serendipitous that I happened to spot it while quickly rummaging through boatloads of others, especially since I had just learned about it.

Looking back on those days, when I was finishing college in my late 20s, everything in my life was at an intense high. I was experiencing some profound interactions with what might be called the subtle realm. Once I was sunbathing in the back yard – a lush, overgrown, and private area – observing nature. As I watched a dragonfly dart around the bushes and trees and Queen Anne’s Lace, I thought to it, “Come and sit nearby.” To my delight, the dragonfly immediately came over and landed very close, facing me with a steady gaze for several seconds while I perceived, with joyful gratitude, its gossamer wings and velvety eyes.

Back to the library, though, and to synchronicity.  At the top of my list of “all-time wildest synchronicities” has to be the following. I was in an “Intro to the Internet” class in the mid-1990s when a book was passed around containing the e-mail addresses of a hundred or so relatively well-known people. My assignment was to e-mail one of them and then report back on the result. I flipped through the book and found a name that was quite familiar, although I didn’t know much about him: Noam Chomsky.

Later that day I was, again, in the university library. This time I was deliberately looking in the bound periodicals section for a particular back issue of Esquire magazine, to read an interview with Dr. John Mack about the alien encounter phenomenon.

As I walked past the bookshelves, alphabetically approching Esquire, coincidentally I saw a section of bound volumes of a periodical called “Encounter.” I’d never heard of this publication, but I couldn’t resist stopping to take a quick look at one of the books. I chose one at random, with dates like Sept. 1971 – May 1973. I quickly flipped it open to a densely-packed page and immediately saw two words: “Noam Chomsky.”

So as I stood in a library of a million or so books with many more hundreds of millions of words mixed up in mostly-random order, I had chosen the right book, the only page in that book, and the exact place on that page to find the words that I had chosen earlier that day. Something was pulling me toward that book – or vice versa. Now that I would call a synchronicity.

Could a “conscious” factor in the book have sensed me walking by, and called me in?

Noam Chomsky – a linguist – ended up having a connection to an overwhelming interest of mine, crop circles, and specifically, to the meaning that they might convey. Nice conversation starter, eh? “Mr Chomsky, what do you think about the language of the crop circles in the fields of rural England?”

But to reframe: simple coincidences are not necessarily less valuable than astonishing synchronicities. Remember, Dev’s coincidental acquaintance with Annie Dillard was closely connected to the synchronicity of finding Pilgrim at Tinker Creek later that day. In fact, there was a similar chain of events in the Noam Chomsky synchronicity, only in a much tighter time frame: first, the coincidence of walking past a periodical named “Encounter,” which clearly grabbed my attention, and second, the synchronicity of my eyes landing on the words “Noam Chomsky” when I opened a volume at random.

I believe that the magnitude of a particular synchronicity’s meaning is inversely correlated to the odds of the coincidence. Doubtless, these events – especially the ones of least probability by chance – support the reality of a pervasive, yet obscure consciousness which I feel is omnipresent in the Cosmos – by whatever name it be called, whether quanta or God or something else entirely.

To paraphrase Heraclitus, who noted so long ago with riddling insight, the Cosmos “…neither declares nor conceals, but gives a sign.”

STACE TUSSEL

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Inter-Intelligence Communications

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

Welcome to Inter-Intelligence Communications, created in the interest of sharing my own fringe thinking, research, and writing.

This site was established in November, 2008, and is in the process of development.  Check back soon for site additions, including pages and posts dedicated to:

  • communication with non-human intelligence
  • consciousness exploration and optimisation
  • DNA alignment and restructuring
  • synchronicity and other transcendent experience
  • shamanism and entheogens
  • quantum communications
  • the meaningful exploration of altered states
  • experimental use of language, including poetry and etymalchemy
  • ongoing development and support of the inter-intelligence communications lifestyle

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