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Consciousness, Crop Circles, and Interdimensional Contact

Sunday, June 22nd, 2014

A few days ago I wanted to find a replacement for the word surmision, which I was using in the context of science’s general tendency to ignore phenomena such as flat-map alignments and magnitudinous synchronicities.

I’m a logophile; what can I say?

So I googled conjecture “the act of surmising”, which put me on page 3947 of the Anglo-American Dictionary and Encyclopedia, 1904 edition. Conjecture was marked in yellow a few times, but what really stood out was the description in the next column over of the reproduction of Surinam toads:

The species is propagated in an extremely curious manner. When the eggs are laid, the male impregnates them, takes them in his paws, and places them on the back of the female, where they adhere by means of a glutinous secretion, and become embedded in a series of cells which then form in the skin. When the process is completed, a membrane closes over the cells, and the back of the female bears a strong resemblance to a piece of dark honeycomb. In these cells the eggs are hatched, and the young undergo their metamorphosis, bursting through the protecting membrane as perfect frogs.” (emphasis mine)

I reflected on how the word perfect is almost exclusively used to describe approximations of the concept of perfection – two different but related things, two definitions of one word. What, exactly, is a perfect frog, or a perfect sonata, or a perfect watermelon? What is a perfect triangle or circle?

When I moved the cursor just a bit I landed on page 3999 – and the illustration for tangent:

The circle with lines running tangent to it immediately reminded me of the Triangle Alignments map with its triangle resting on the TIP Line.  The triangle represents our three spatial dimensions, and the tangent TIP Line represents a higher dimension which appears to be a one-dimensional brane touching our  reality.

I scrolled a bit more and the cursor stopped at page 4047 and this tetrahedron:

Overlaying the tetrahedron on the visualisation just described, an even more elegant representation of the link between 3D and a higher dimension arises in the image of an animated tetrahedron connected to a tangent brane.

So the Triangle Alignments map is effectively a symbol of interdimensional communication. What a trip!

Of course Inman is the connecting point in the FMA model of the Otherdimensional braneworld touching our 3D world. In other words, the nexus point is in man, and in man is Consciousness.

Taken as a whole, this perfect little string of microsynchronicities seems to say that consciousness enables communication with the Other Intelligence residing in an Other, parallel dimension touching our 3D reality.

And if that’s true, it brings real magic back to crop circles.

STACE TUSSEL COLLIGAN

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Connecting with Other Intelligence

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

We’re not alone in the cosmos; my reality assures me of that.  A paradigm shift is churning, one we can choose to be ready for or to ignore until denial falls under certain change.

It’s not like we haven’t been here before, though….

Evidence suggests that inter-intelligence encounters have been considered a part of normal reality, perhaps because states of mind conducive to encounters have also been part of normal reality.  Some cultures still honour and preserve their ancestral heritage, without a bias against phenomena that is too often derisively labelled “paranormal.”

We would be wise, I say, to embrace contact, especially now when we have both the opportunity and the necessity to transform from an planet-based to a galactic civilisation.  While the industrialised world’s ubiquitous chemical pollutants, electromagnetic interference, and rampant rage of all denominations won’t stop the encounters, neither will they provide a positive context for contact.

The sharing of consciousness is easier during altered states such as meditative trance, sleep, and shamanic ecstasy.  Empaths tend to attract the attention of non-human intelligence (a link which I’ll discuss more in an upcoming post).  I believe that’s because certain brainwaves related to each of the mentioned states provide a welcome interface or platform for interaction.

Anyone who desires fearless interaction with other intelligence can and should prepare themselves for it.  Having identified key barriers as well as enablers to contact, I would advise taking steps as soon as possible to do what you can to thoughtfully initiate contact.  Perhaps this means leaving the city to exist peacefully in nature, even if the move is temporary.  Or maybe it’s a stroll through the park on Sunday morning.

Whatever it is, make it happen.  Center yourself in the cosmos and give yourself some space.

STACE TUSSEL

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Aquifer of Consciousness

Sunday, November 29th, 2009

Dreams are a form of subjective reality.

Your reality and mine are unique.  Although we’re likely to agree on most objective facts, our subjective realities may be infinitely divergent.  Regardless of personal philosophy – apart from, say, believing we live in an entirely pre-programmed universe, which is within the realm of possibility (i.e., show me it’s not) – we would probably agree that reality is malleable.

So how are we to know the true nature of reality?  We know reality through our consciousness.  While I may personally entertain the idea that everything – from the smallest particles to the largest coalescence – has the capacity for consciousness, here I’ll reflect on human consciousness primarily.  And to refine the concept further, I’ll define basic consciousness as “awareness of the here and now.”

Our individual reality is comprised of both objective “fact” (e.g., the sun appears in the east each morning) and subjective experience (e.g., I have interacted with extraterrestrials).  Subjective experience gives us “awareness of the here and now,” and in this way there is no pervasive objective reality in the realm of individual consciousness.

Differences in the perception of reality are based on our exact perspective from our position in space.  Our awareness is more sharply focused by our unique quantum arrangement – a filtering system for experience.  Each conscious being maintains a virtual aquifer of consciousness, which is its primary source of insight, intuition, and knowledge.  Like limestone through which water passes, our consciousness is recycling everything it encounters, discarding the extraneous and keeping that which makes sense.

STACE TUSSEL

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Waves of Extraordinary Experience: We Are All Cymatics in Action

Monday, October 26th, 2009

Sound is commonly thought of as audio perception, but by another definition sound is “transmitted vibrations of any frequency.”  The tree falling in the forest transmits waves, so technically the answer to the quesion “…does it make a sound?” is yes:  the surrounding landscape and everything in it, including earth, air, vegetation, and animals, will register the vibrations.  The receiver needn’t be an ear.

That said, my latest jaunt beyond the mundane has shown me that waves are a possible key to unlock the vast unseen landscapes of consciousness.  I extend gratitude to the visionaries who’ve helped facilitate the evolution of my ideas over many years:  Ervin Laszlo, Graham Hancock, Itzhak Bentov, Terence McKenna, to name a few. A reference to crop circles and an extension of gratitude to the circlemakers is also apropos since they’ve informed my reality since 1995.

Regardless of your personal belief about crop circles, for the purpose of understanding Wave Theory, trust that real, repeated interactions have taken place between myself and others and a distinctly non-human intelligence that won’t be captured or replicated in a laboratory.

The Ridgeway formation of 2009 near Avebury, is a remarkable representation of Wave Theory.  Compare my diagram of the Thompson, North Dakota formation of 2000 (at right) with Andreas Muller’s preliminary diagram of the Ridgeway formation (at left).  The continuation of form after nine years and over the entire Atlantic indicates high-order  inspiration.

The formation has been interpreted in many ways, including the obvious fan or propeller.  But to my eyes the Ridgeway circle resembles a labyrinth, and also a stylised portrayal of the transceiver / waveguide concept, which I’d go so far as to deem an archetype.  (I’m going to do my best to explain why I feel this way and how it applies to Wave Theory – but without a canon-scientific background, and having many other issues taking up my time, I’ve laboured over how to express it for literally weeks, and this rough draft is as good as it’s going to get, for now…)

We are cosmic transceivers, both transmitting and receiving waves, and this continual oscillation is the basis of our very existence – our reality.  Consider that we’re emitting a variety of waves all the time, and that our medium is the entire cosmos.  Likewise, the cosmos is always sending waves our way – and we’re autonomic receivers, functionally producing tiny, continual bursts of reality.  When in coherent resonance, these waves may create extraordinary reality in the form of synchronicities and other manifestations of cosmic faerie dust.

Where these waves intersect, depending on their specific resonance, unique interference patterns result, creating new tributaries toward the cosmic fractal (helix?).  (I should mention that considering whether or not thought has mass is relevant to Wave Theory.  I’ve explored that question previously and won’t go into cumbersome detail here.)  It would seem these interactions, in the form of interference patterns, play a critical role in creating our reality.

We know that sound and other vibrations create patterns.  Like sand on a plate hit by vibrations, interaction registers a unique point within the hologram – a transient snowflake of awareness in an infinite blizzard of consciousness.  Consider that a wave by itself, with no medium to interact with, would know only itself – with no discernible reality beyond its borders.  But because waves go on and on, touching other waves is inevitable and connection is a given.

As transceivers, we’re constantly imprinting and being imprinted by the wave-filled cosmic medium.  I want to use the example of a sea which sustains waves (e.g., in the form of small whitecaps as well as high tsunamis), where the same body of water doesn’t depend on those waves for existence.  In this way we may consider the cosmic unified field as a timeless ocean, alive with infinite wave intersections and immediate realities, yet maintaining cosmic signatures of the past and future – the Akashic records, some say.

A cosmic ordering effect is evident in these infinite small realities embedded in an infinite cosmic reality.  For example, Masaru Emoto’s photos of ice crystals compellingly suggest that thought waves, specifically when amplified, can be imprinted in a crystal visually representing the vibration of the water, which is itself an amalgam of so many other waveforms overlaid and entangled – to what degree, who knows?

The process and effects of quantum entanglement quite easily inform the idea of larger-scale resonance – that is, wave entanglement, which, seen through the lens of quantum theory, is integral to an evolving understanding a self-regulating entity, the yin and yang of existence. In other words, the static canon of science past is being balanced out by a communal synaptic, intuitive knowledge that is the conglomeration of waves in a contained space creating acceleration.

Where waves create similar patterns in close proximity, the corresponding resonance creates wave entrainment.    Itzhak Bentov, in Stalking the Wild Pendulum, gives the example of pendulums that initially swing randomly beside one another but that soon entrain.  Entrainment acts on events in our lives and our immediate states.

Examples range from a relatively recent focus on DNA and our recent discovery of the “DNA Nebula” near the galactic centre,  to a seemingly isolated extraordinary experience like my thinking of Noam Chomsky and then pulling a book off a random shelf and opening to the page on which the words Noam Chomsky jump out.  In the Chomsky example, not only was I propagating waves by focusing on the name earlier, but the written letters and the concepts in the book were also sending out vibrations – and where they created an interference pattern, a synchronicity occurred.

All this is really just a side effect of chaos, which comes back to order in endless cycles, creating a fractal reality, inside and out – rather like mass consciousness mirrors individual consciousness.  Reality is the result of our wave signatures interacting in a coherent dance with a correspondingly pervasive cosmic intelligence that, if I may broadly anthropomorphise, humanity is gradually befriending.

Imagine we are packets of order sculpted by perspective amidst a cosmic-scale curly fractal, embedded in chaos, representing endless versions of ourselves at other quantum magnitudes.  Everything that exists is emitting waves that extend infinitely, thus creating an endless array of intersections – and sometimes, coherent interference patterns with surprising results.

To each of you, in gratitude:  be well and happy.

– STACE TUSSEL

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Cloud Circles: Telegrams from a Conscious Cosmos

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

This “cloud circle” is not the one I’ll describe in this post, but it does provide us with some interesting food for thought.

Meteorological phenomena?  Military “cloaking” experiment?  Devaporisation of the air caused by a circular UFO?

As far as I know, what is depicted in this photo remains unexplained.  (photo courtesy Ron Russell)

“At the quantum level, we are of the same substance as clouds, clouds of planets, planets of stars – and thus, consciousness pervades the universe …”

But that’s not what this article’s about – not exactly, though I’ll be indirectly reflecting on that concept.   We’re going back to a remarkable night in about 1997, to an encounter that both reinforced and challenged my concept of reality.  I’m going to share one of the most dramatic inter-intelligence communications in which I’ve participated, one experienced along with fellow croppie Ron Russell.

One warm evening Ron and I were lounging in his yard discussing crop circles, as we often did in those days early in our friendship.  We were talking about how many of England’s crop circles were being created by human teams, but that surely there must be something that would appear that men couldn’t copy – like “cloud circles,” I suggested, which led to a philosophical reverie about the possible implications of increasing geometric complexity in cloud formations.

We decided at this point to take a walk through Ron’s vortex-filled yard.  The landscape was open, dotted with occasional miniature enclaves which seemed like natural abodes for faeries and garden elves.  After some wandering we were drawn to a particularly energetic spot – a portal, it seemed – and began meditating in its center.  Ron and I stood face to face, touching, eyes closed.  I remember looking up toward the vast, dizzying “inner space” surrounding my third eye, feeling the energy swirling around us like Earth’s own breath.

Although we easily slipped into a deep brainwave state and held the sanctity of the meditation seemingly effortlessly, at some point Ron and I began reentering ordinary reality.  We talked quietly for a few moments, floating in the afterglow of deep meditation, feeling renewed, uplifted and recharged.

Then our attention was drawn up to a scene that astonished us, despite our sensibility.  There in the sky was, beyond any doubt, an intelligent manifestation of the extramundane reality we’d just been discussing.  A definitive “cloud circle” stretched across the entire visible sky above us, painted in cotton ball clouds the warm hue of reflected city lights against the pitch black canvas of deep space.

This cloud circle had no specific geometry; in fact, its form was quite the last thing I would have anticipated would show up in such detail in the clouds.  Plainly depicted was an Elder of one of the Americas’ native tribes.  His face was that of an individual, yet somehow also the embodiment of the Grandfather Sky archetype.  What really stands out is that his eyes were richly animated, yet discreetly one with the quiet night,  looking deeply as he acknowledged our power and gratitude.

The photo at right provides a rendering that is closest to what I remember seeing in the clouds:

Again, time seemed to stop as the three of us – the Elder, Ron, and I – stood connected by a vibrating thread of extraordinary reality.  What really took place in the moment is outside the realm of worded language.

The sensation of time gradually returned, and the cloud circle began to dissipate.  The Elder’s face lost its sharpness over several minutes until the sky was full of random clouds.  While the event itself was fleeting, the implications cascade to this day.  The cloud circle was a well-timed, cosmic telegram reminding us that seemingly “inanimate” things can communicate meaningfully – and intentionally.

Since the confirmational visit from the Elder, I’ve continued exploring and working with possibilities of intentional dialogue with everything – absolutely everything – on a quantum level, and beyond.   Learning how to do so as a part of daily existence is an ongoing process filled with unexpected surprises and rewards.  Communication takes on a whole new meaning once we accept that the universe is saturated by quanta grouped together in endless forms with various functions – and that in some sense, it’s all alive and potentially conscious.

STACE TUSSEL

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UFO Encounter in an Idaho Crop Circle

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

Small Grey Disk Observes Me in Teton, Idaho Formation

In August of 2002, I heard about a new crop circle in the United States – in Idaho, of all places.  Sure, it was a long, long drive….but I hadn’t been to a crop circle for 2 years, and after talking with the farmer about the scene, I couldn’t resist the opportunity.

Okay.  I’ve got wheels, if no air-conditioner.  If I leave Denver before sunrise, I’ll be in the crop circle by mid-afternoon.

The circle just outside of the tiny town of Teton greeted me with a hot, dry, windy, exhilarating mess of dust and wheatchaff.  I was able to get a general feel for the formation, but I was tired, hungry, sticky, and unable to do my work with several visitors milling about.  The next morning would be better for measuring and dowsing.

But that first day, I was able to at least navigate the long path through the quite impressive crop circle, with twelve circles and rings in all.  Camcorder in hand, I documented each step.  Some of the best footage is from outside the formation itself, like the distinct starting swirl at the edge of an otherwise messy patch of so-called “wind damage” nearby.

A farm family offered me dinner and a place to clean up and rest overnight.  I was up and out the door before 8 o’clock the next morning, knowing I had hours of work ahead of me, measuring and diagramming the intricate formation.

Walking through the wheat this time, there were no people and not a breath of wind.  A few little birds flew nearby, chirping in the cool air.  Now, this is what I had come for: a chance to immerse myself peacefully in the crop circle energy and do my work undisturbed.

The size of the formation was somewhat daunting, so I took a few minutes to revel in the energy before getting started.  My rucksack held a pencil, notebook, tape measure, compass, dowsing rods, zip-lock bags, scissors, and permanent marker.  I needed to examine each component, noting its lay pattern and swirl direction, taking measurements and compass bearings.  Then, I’d have to painstakingly collect numerous samples.  So I was intently focused on my work.

Because I didn’t feel like lugging everything around, I left my camcorder, 35mm camera, and binoculars in the middle of the large central circle.  Believe you me, it wouldn’t take long before I would sorely regret that choice.

I was working in the southernmost circle when something amazing, astonishing, and very-nearly unbelievable happened – something I believe evidences a radical piece of the crop circle puzzle, and something I will never, ever forget:  I looked up to see that while I was observing the crop circle, a small UFO was observing me!

The disk was perhaps the diameter of a basketball, if I am guessing its altitude correctly – it was likely no more than a hundred yards above me; probably even half that distance away.  I was frozen, jaw dropped, gazing in wonder at what was apparently a “probe” type of saucer.  The small craft hovered and moved gently in the air directly overhead, completely silent.

Against the deep, early morning blue of the sky, the dull grey of the disk didn’t stand out; instead, the intensity of the two colours was virtually identical.  I seem to have a gift for looking in the right place at the right time, and small discrepancies catch my attention, so it was very clear to me.

I got the distinct feeling it was observing me working.  If I could relive that moment, I’d have stayed there and attempted to communicate with it.  Instead, in the excitement of the moment, I dropped the pencil and notepad and sprinted like I haven’t since high school into the central circle to grab anything – I think I was going for the binocs, but I don’t remember.  All I know is this formation was so large it probably took just under 10 seconds to get to the middle, and when I looked up, the UFO was gone.

Of course, my first thought was that I scared it away.  Talk about a tough lesson!  Then again, perhaps my jackrabbit sprint made it think that it scared me instead – I don’t know.  But it was gone, and I didn’t see it again, though I scanned the vast blue sky for several minutes afterward.

I never got those wheat samples tested, though I believe they’re still viable.  Remarkable synchronicities were reported by others who were involved in the observation and study of the Teton formation, and anomalous lights were seen over the area before it was found.  I feel this formation was probably non-human made, but can’t be sure.

What about the flying saucer….?  Did the UFO have something to do with the formation’s creation, or was it simply observing me as I went about my work?  Was it a terrestrial object, or was it an extraterrestrial or interdimensional vehicle?  Was I being mindscanned?  Getting a DNA adjustment?

Time may provide us some clues….but just perhaps, the connection between people, UFOs, and crop circles will remain a delightful enigma to entertain our developing, inquisitive minds.  And perhaps an inter-intelligence dialogue, with a language all its own, is meant to be at the heart of the mystery.

STACE TUSSEL

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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

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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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