Solar-Serpent bonding: Earth’s Love Affair with the Light

Let the Voyage begin——

Ephemeral apparition: head of serpent/dragon lady in the wheat at Picked Hill, Woodborough near Alton Barnes, August 20th, 2012; sadly harvested within the hour,
photo, courtesy Jack Byron

Amid wild celebrations last week for the Mars Curiosity-Rover project, only a small cheer went up in the world of sky-watchers, astronomers and space-fans, to mark on August 20th the thirty-fifth anniversary of the Voyager launches.

What is more significant—but less broadcast—is the fact that Voyager-2 (launched August 20th, 1977) and Voyager-1, (two weeks later on September 5th, 1977)—now at 9.3 billion and 11 billion miles/18 billion kilometers respectively from the sun—are encountering their first brush with a new horizon: the ‘heliopause’~~~ entry into the intersteller void.

Since 2005 Voyager-1 has been exploring the outer layer of the bubble of charged particles which the sun blows around itself: its heliosphere, a cocoon of electromagnetism which buffers it and us, its planetary children, from the bombardment of cosmic rays from interstellar regions.

Suddenly our envoys—the Voyager twins—enter a whole new dimension: heliopause, between solar system and hyperspace

At interstellar interface, NASA expected a trio of changes:
1. strength of solar particle bubble or ‘mist’ to weaken, as the edge of the field, the heliosheath, was reached;
2. increased interaction with the interstellar field and consequent bombardment of cosmic rays;
3. polarity shift of the cosmic magnetic field in relation to the solar magnetic field.

Then last month, in one day—July 28th—as if fulfilling their dreams, data from Voyager-1′s cosmic ray instrument panel showed the level of high-energy cosmic rays originating from outside our solar system had jumped dramatically—by five percent. During the last half of that same day, the level of lower-energy particles originating from inside the solar system had correspondingly dropped—by half. NASA Astrophysicists seemed confident to announce that Voyager-1 has crossed into interstellar space.

Angels and Dragons*
Meanwhile back on Earth, despite continuing adverse weather conditions persisting since July, the croppie community in Wiltshire were holding their breath, waiting for the 2012 season ‘finale’ when, invariably in the past, August makes its last summer statement amid the ‘waves of grain’.

Stanton St Bernard (3 phases); dripping with sundog terminals, light-enhanced sacred temple towers lead to angelic orbs with a fairytale fanstasy feel

In contrast to the glorious summer of 2011, when crop circles seemed blessed by farmers willing to tolerate both their impromptu appearance and the visitors they generated, 2012 circle designs have had a hard time. Long gaps—days of rain with no crop circles—frustrated CC-watchers. The weather is not all to blame. For reasons known only to some farmers themselves, 2012 crop imprints have suffered heavy losses from immediate cutting; but because the CC fraternity—so forgiving, so believing—are backed up by such a strong and dedicated team of hang-gliding, microlite and fixed-wing pilots and photographers, not a single image has been “lost”. The designs may no longer fill a space in the fields, but their images linger in cyberspace for continued enjoyment, meditation, discussion, and analysis—of which there has been plenty.

So those few rare events which survived, especially those like Stanton St.Bernard, above, which attracted successive phases, have been like manna from heaven.
*thanks to Prof. Paul de Vierville for inspiration

Earlier in 2012…

Avebury’s dramatic neolithic double-ramparts provide an arena to view the August 1st triple serpents, in a field bounded on the E by sacred Green Path/ancient Ridgeway

For those who are only now discovering the depth of the croppie belief system, it may help to know that various pet theories perpetuate among long-term students of the phenomenon, particularly in 2012: among them that they display—
—Calendar system(s) of the Maya; where rendezvous with Galactic Center between winter solstice December 21st, 2012 and January 5th, 2013 marks the end of one five-thousand-year cycle and the beginning of another;

Serpents and sundogs; angels and dragons: serpentine crop circles centered on Woodborough, Picked and Milk Hills, Alton Barnes, June-August 2012
mosaic by Michael Costa

—In several native American traditions, 2012 foretold as the time of ‘Return of the Ancestors’; also interpreted as the time when the people of the Earth will see the light and return together to ‘ancestral ways’ of nurture, respect for and—in many cases—worship of sacred places;
—Return of Aztec god Quetzalcoatl—Kukulkan of the Maya—heralded by complex ‘signs in the heavens’, including Venus transit, solar fireworks and striking planetary conjunctions;
—Fulfilment of Biblical prophecies, some based on even earlier Sumerian, Arab or Egyptian myth;
—Heavenly antics, comets, auroral and spectral phenomena and including star and planet alignments not seen for 26,000 years, or one backward cycle of the solar system through all twelve signs of the zodiac on the celestial ecliptic: the precession of the equinoxes.

Voyager and the Voyage

2012 Finale: Woodborough/Picked Hill August 20—earlier designs all rolled into one—feathered serpent head, starlight twinkling terminals, world faith symbols & power of coiled dragon energy dance within an orb—who could ask for more?

It may be wishful thinking to see Voyager’s capsule of electromagnetic plasma in this August 20th —anniversary— crop circle, left; and there are certainly other intriguing similarities in it to explore: it has a recognizable ‘signature’—light-enhanced terminals, feathered-serpent curving orb-filled body—which over this season has made repeat appearances, like a familiar artist illustrating a beloved fairy tale, bringing together individual jigsaw pieces from his house of cards, his rainbow palette, each successive glyph a mirror or a fragment of the one before: to make one cohesive whole. At the same time the Woodborough/Picked Hill creation strikes a chord on a subliminal level, making the subconscious conscious; activating elements within us we barely understand ourselves.

Among the first to arrive, and last to leave, dragon tadpoles (Woodborough, June 9th) offspring of the Woodborough Hill finale, August 20th, have survived intact until harvest this week.

Encapsulated in its multi-liminal design, above, are elements suggested in the earlier motifs (players on June and July’s bucolic stage are described in my July 11th blog); some see this season’s multiple appearances as Earth Energy, Dragon Force, others as the influence of the famed St Michael (ley) line, or fluctuating electromagnetic waves, posing as pictures in already ripe barley and wheatfields.

So, when the apparent finale appeared Monday morning August 20th—harvested within hours by an irate farmer convinced that his field had been vandalized by board-and-string ‘hoaxers’—believers were doubly grateful for the presence-of-mind of at least two microlite/aircraft photographers who were able to capture aerial images for the croppie audience.

From heart chakra to crown via a silver thread to the Soul: kundalini in crop circles

Picked Hill is a marvel of symbolism:

Star-dragon CCs: familiar recurring sequence, top l. June, middle July, lower August 2012; graphics ©RC

incorporating in electromagnetic shorthand, visual reminders of half a dozen of the season’s most provocative designs, while simultaneously triggering subliminal stimulus in the human observer. It encompasses the oval (‘alien’) head of Hinton Parva, July 25th, mirrored in both Picked Hill-1 ‘nest’ (July 9th, harvested) and Avebury’s triple serpents, August 1st, below, whose own sundog sparkles point SE, indicating the direction of the serpents’ final resting place. In addition, as the observer is led out from the central ‘brain cortex’ of the oval head, it can be visualized as the crown chakra, seen from above (implication: a higher dimensional view) which appears to connect via a slim sparkling sliver—kundalini’s silver umbilical cord of light—to the soul;

Etchilhampton July 28th, piercing the heliosheath, V-ger enters hyperspace; or the crescent/decrescent cycles of Venus and Moon? various interpretations abound

the central crescent whose elaborate shadow featured in the Etchilhampton ornate double crescent crop circle of July 28th, below right, is like a decorative pinnacle on a sacred mosque, looking east; but the same Woodborough crown chakra, when skewed horizontally, transforms into an all-seeing eye [eye of Horus, humankind’s pineal gland, inner third eye]; and the feathered headdress associated with Kukulcan, feathered serpent Sun-god of the Maya—another allusion to the mingling of sunlight with dragon energy in the earth; the whole formation is surrounded by the same psychedelic sparkling terminals seen in the fairytale Vimana-angel-sundog formation of Stanton St.Bernard pictured above [phase 1 June 29th, phase 2 July 17th, phase 3 July 20th], completed exactly one month ago.

Woodborough, viewed sideways, displays the all-seeing eye, the crescent forming a glint of light within the iris

Curiously, its feathers cresting the familiar sharp-egg shape—oval—are unevenly spaced and numbered, their axis and that of the central sickle-Muslim crescent aligned a little to the east of south, which has inspired some to calculate ‘moons’ until December solstice this year. We may not all be left-hemisphere calculators with determination to master complex number systems, but spatially, there are other pointers in the formation. As apex of a triangle no more than half a mile across, its imaginary SE arm points to July 9th ‘nesting serpent’ (obliterated), while a half mile to SW, the triangle’s other arm alights on the energy serpent/tadpole babies spawned June 9th on the other side of Picked Hill—miraculously still intact. This is where the solar-serpent love affair has come to rest. In spite of having her first nest trashed, she chose Picked Hill to return and try again.

New Horizons

‘Central sun’ motif at the centerpoint of the Milk Hill design, August 5th. iPhone GPS, cellphones and compasses were reported to malfunction; superb poleshot, Stuart Dike

At a most basic level, magnetic fields are produced only by electricity; and the powerful limestone aquifer of Wiltshire, in particular around Woodborough, Alton Barnes, Milk Hill and Avebury, invariably attracts and produces conditions conducive to the generation of that energy. So, with new eyes, we may wish to observe Earth within the context of our Universe as electrically charged, electrically based and electrically-operated. Fluctuating solar flares and increasing sunspot activity only encourage the love affair perpetuated from the dawn of time between our star and our Earth Mother. It needs only a tiny stretch of the imagination to feel the deep resonance between such a powerful star and its watery planet offspring. Each year as solar energy beats down (sometimes mercilessly) on the Pale Blue Dot we call home, we revel in summer, anticipate another crop circle season, and enjoy the timeless beauty of light, on which we all depend. August is a month of bountiful plenty; of forgetfulness of what winter resurrects when our star deserts us to shine on the opposite hemisphere.

Miraculously, a power greater than we can imagine ordains that even after the severest of winters, our star—forever entwined in its loving embrace with our serpent/Earth mother—will see us through and the light will return.

The journey of 2012 may seem little different from, say, 2011, 2010, but we don’t all have to be empaths to figure that something fundamental has changed. It’s not just that Voyager has reached the outer edge of our system of knowledge, and the journey onward from here into the unknown is one we all now must share responsibly, no longer take for granted.

Our ancestors—from diverse cultures and traditions—all shared earth wisdom as part of understanding life’s cycles. The crop circle theme of 2012, if one single theme is identifiable, may be just that: we are passengers in a starship driving rudderless through the void; and while the engine powering our voyage towards Galactic Center at midwinter clearly adores our Mother-Serpent-Earth, it is a carefree lover, with eight other planets in tow, careening headlong towards the Dark Rift in the Milky Way, with the same abandon displayed by the Voyager interstellar probes who even now are entering their own new region of space. We, human operators of the Earth ship have a responsibility as caretakers and it is time to take care of our home. We are made up of stardust, “billion year-old carbon”, and we…

“…got to get ourselves back to the garden”
Joni Mitchell

©2012 Siderealview

Cereal Waveforms: Mother Alien and Ripening Consciousness

Following Britain’s ‘wettest’ June, and peering out—through continuing rainclouds and drizzle—with five days to go until mid-July, St. Swithun’s Day, traditionally a day which sets the weather pattern in stone, I may be forgiven if I entice you for a moment into a little fantasy dreamed over the last month, bathed in a field of energy beneath the electromagnetic landscape of Wiltshire. I hope, at least, that its fantasy theme will enhance your day, and bring an improvement to the 2012 (rainy) season; I hope at best to add a little flavour to the amazing range of crop circle symbols—cereal waveforms as messages—which have struggled in punishing weather conditions, but appear to flourish in the Wiltshire grain basket.

This little crop circle story is brought to you by courtesy of~~~the Alien Mother.

Alien Mama makes a Nest

Mother Alien, swims up from the depths of the electromagnetic aquifer, crop circle at Milk Hill, Alton Barnes, June 25th, 2012

Mother Alien appeared first, June 25th, 2012 below Milk Hill White Horse, as if swimming up from the electromagnetic depths of the aquifer to greet her three wayward children, spawned earlier in the month at Woodborough Hill.

Her impact lasted only a few days, before an audience of stunned onlookers—admiring her sacred geometrical simplicity and sense of dimension portrayed as a 2D image in a cornfield, as viewed from above—when another image, less exquisitely formed, arrived at Boreham Wood, marginally north of the expected CC-hub, July 5th—smiling.

Triangular Flower-of-Life motif July 1st, with apices pointing N to Avebury, Kennet to E & Silbury Hill to S, shown; ©wccsg.com/APS

Throughout a wet June, fewer than usual crop imprints had occurred, and so when July opened, not only with a dry sunny day, but also three geometrically-inspired designs in sacred Avebury heartland, which radiates outwards from the Sacred Triangle—Avebury-Silbury Hill-Kennet—there was cheering in the ranks: a dimensional cube at Chilcomb Down, Hampshire; the stunningly-crafted flower-of-life motif within a pyramid (dimensions imagined) at Avebury, above, were joined on July 1st by a star-tetrahedron [20-sided merkabah] at Wanborough-Liddington. For good measure, a fourth cropcircle formed the same day in Telford Shropshire, to surround that endangered forest in cropcircle energy.

But in the Wiltshire heartland, it seems, the Alien Mother had surfaced and had major plans.

Alien sci-fi movies influenced a generation—giving Alien Mother a familiar feel

The Alien Mother motif, as a symbol for the energy of the Earth—but, in popular consciousness, clearly identified with the creature in an impressive Sigourney Weaver repertoire—was indeed seen as a serpent or dragon force by ancient peoples. Wessex was no exception. Peoples here were so aware of dragon energy that they erected megalithic monuments to trap it, harness it, redirect it and also worship/honour it. It was believed that the movement of the sun also affected the strength of this force, see Rollright Stones and the Dragon Project. Then for centuries, the British Isles succumbed to industrial ‘thinking’, with few believers left in this ancient energy and its power; but Science is turning matters around again, with increasing knowledge of the heliosphere, earth’s magnetosphere, dimensional physics, and the discovery of the Higgs-Boson ‘God particle’ last week. So Mother E/A chose a good time to return.

AlienMother=EarthMother:not so alien, but we humans have difficulty seeing her as ‘real’; curls up at Picked Hill, July 9th.

Remembering that the appearance of the Mother E/A was heralded by three tadpole hatchlings at Woodborough Hill one month ago on June 9th, my feeling is she has been here before—Milk Hill design of July 2010, below right—and it is my fancy that she is here to stay—even has developments up her sleeve~~~

Less fluid, more stilted version of serpent head of July 25, 2010 at Milk Hill

Humans are fascinated by symbols, code; messages from an ‘other’ culture is therefore like a box of magic tricks: we have to decypher, to decode, to understand.

There is one significant crop circle message that has eluded interpretation: the triple-stage ‘astrolabe’ of Milk Hill, below, with its planetary orbits and intricate coded tail that formed over three nights during solstice week, 2009, to the astonishment of Kornkreis-followers. Another, more stilted, less flowing serpentine formation appeared, also at Milk Hill, on July 25th, 2010.

Now three years after the astrolabe, are we seeing our alien mother’s metamorphosis as a message?—a physical extension of a dimensional vibration—that we are still grasping to comprehend: emanating from the same electromagnetic subsoil and rock that produced the White Horse, and capable of manifesting specific ground forces into the human timeframe, perhaps even telling us she was gestating…

Let the story unfold…

Mother Alien emerges from the Astrolabe, which presaged her birth; Milk Hill motifs, left, Astrolabe, solstice week, June 21-29, 2009; right, emerging ‘dragon energy’ June 25, 2012 in adjacent field

She appeared right after solstice, on June 25th 2012, in the adjacent field, as if the energy of Milk Hill—in folk memory a white horse, symbol of power—stored up for three years—was now bursting out. Her tail lines up west, the direction back to the astrolabe ‘ghost’, from which she came—but her head is turned south, in the direction she is headed: towards her babies—and ultimately to her nest at Picked Hill.

A white horse in prehistoric cultures was symbolic of the power/life-force, and ancient Britons were, like their Greek, Persian and Indian counterparts, reverent of this supernatural power which was deeply manifested within the earth. It is amusing to think that our 21st Century technology is only just recognizing these powerful surges and currents.

Seeing our alien mother friend as a physical extension of a dimensional vibration we may still feel like novices, but there is a glimmer of understanding now, of the electromagnetic subterranean milieu—a network of water, rock and energy—which is capable of producing specific ground forces, resulting in designs of enormous resonance.

Is it beyond our everyday reach to believe that this force might have intelligence?

Stukeley’s 18thC engraving of Avebury’s ‘serpent’ energetic spiral: spinning out from the powerful stone circle at the centre of Wiltshire’s electromagnetic aquifer

If crop circles are made by hoaxers, then they should stop doing it, because they are breaking the law and damaging the food supply. If they are made by UFO aliens, they shouldn’t give us the dates of our trips to Mars and names of men from the Titanic era – famous, clever, but now forgotten. If some are transcendental, the power behind it should realize that our culture is now willing to accept transcendental happenings. If they are indeed transcendental, then society will have to make a big adjustment in the years ahead.
Gerald S Hawkins

She makes her nest on the same latitude as her hatchlings of June 9th: July 9th crop circle at Picked Hill, within half a mile of Woodborough CC; photo courtesy Andrew Lewis

While Mother Alien lurked in the ethers, unmanifested, her three tadpole offspring braved the physical world and surfaced in the grain of Woodborough, June 9th. She arrived herself June 25th, below Milk Hill; turning south, as if acknowledging their presence. On the same day an ill-formed (incomplete/embryo?) single tadpole appeared nearby at Knoll Down, Beckhampton. Next came the ?possibly-hoaxed smiling alien caterpillar, July 5th at Boreham Wood, Lockeridge; it seems somehow not as beautiful, nor as purposeful as Mother E/A—but it too had a precursor in the embryo serpent spiral CC of nearby Honey Street, June 26th last year.

Woodborough tadpoles, a half mile distant from M.Alien’s nest

Then, lo and behold, on July 9th, as if with foresight seen by her previous Milk Hill incarnation, the great Mother E/A finds a place to curl up and nest at Picked Hill; this beautifully crafted crop circle lies within half-a-mile of her tadpole swimmers; and is coincidentally on exactly the same latitude parallel as they are: map ref. Woodborough hill SU117611 ; Picked hill SU126611.

It is no wonder the crop circle crowd are no longer clamouring for symbols. The energy is unfolding before their eyes.

A miracle happens whenever some other unseen world intersects with our own
C.S. Lewis ‘Miracles’ (1949)

When in 1969 New Age antiquarian and ‘conservative anarchist’ John Michell (1933-2009) proposed in ‘A View over Atlantis’ that sacred sites were connected by invisible lines of energy, his theories were challenged by the establishment.

“This forcefield may actually be invisible to those whose previous knowledge tells them it cannot exist”, he said famously. Now, such electromagnetic fields are measured; while plasma physics and electric Universe theory—as well as Higgs-boson—are catching up and proving him right, after all.

“I am passionate that this knowledge—of sacred gematrial and numerological relat­ionship between man and temple—should be public, not secret, so that it may not be lost to mankind. For it is the heritage of every man and woman—their spiritual birthright.”
Israel Regardie

A devoté of occultist Regardie, Michell considered himself the (20thC) Merlin, who having lost faith in traditional belief, rediscovered it in the Earth: and through the writing of the pragmatic Watkins (Old Straight Track of ‘ley lines’ fame), Gerald Hawkins (who Decoded Stonehenge, 1965, 1973) and Alexander Thom—whose 1967 survey of British megalithic sites established the megalithic yard as a prehistoric standard of measurement. He was a firm believer in the St Michael alignment, a succession of ancient monuments which run from the tip of Cornwall to the Norfolk coast. Michell was delighted when Don Robins’ Dragon Project at Rollright confirmed that this subterranean forcefield did seem to be enhanced and revved up by the appearance of sunlight—at dawn and dusk, particularly—believing as he did that ‘invoking the Sun’ was a crucial sacred ritual performed by our Ancestors, which we have forgotten how to employ.

Hence, John Michell might say, the dreary British summer of 2012.

Curling cozily next to her offspring, Mother Alien awaits her awakening by the Sun

During the British summer soak, however, Solar proton storms have been bombarding Earth—with class M and X-flares a constant in the last ten days—playing havoc with internet connections and manmade electronic equipment; see NOAA solar & geomagnetospheric indicator, sidebar right; but it seems the electromagnetic field—particularly in Wiltshire—is thriving. The dragon lady is lying in wait, anticipating perhaps the return of the sun, to show us more miracles from her unseen and previously unimagined realm of the limestone aquifers under the sacred soil.

While I merely dreamed of the Lady of the Dragon Line, her appearance so close to her babies is too cozy not to be deliberate. So I await developments—along with some of you, who I hope have enjoyed my fantasy—in anticipation that somehow the power she hides beneath her slumbering curves, may again manifest in an even-more-fantastical form this season, to show us that we humans have indeed punctured the Mother Earth’s veil, and she, friendly matriarchal presence that she is, is pleased to play the game with us, until we learn what our forebears already knew from birth: the deep connection we hold (so irresponsibily, sometimes even lightly) with our parent, the Blue Planet.
©2012 Siderealview