Already 18 formations and we are still only at the beginning of June. It is hard to imagine what July and August will be like if this intensity continues.

All these magnificent designs have attracted the attention of the Press and as usual, the journalists cannot comprehend what is happening. More than this, they cannot even comprehend that something unusual is happening and yet, there could hardly be anything more out of the ordinary than crop circles. It is so far out, as we used to say, most people can’t go there, clinging as it were to the notion that nothing with intelligence can exist outside the human realm; only able to see in their mind’s eye delinquents with planks crushing crops in the dark.  They should try putting their theory to the test and experience the difficulty of creating novel metaphysical concepts using arcane knowledge and sacred geometry, in the misty fields of Wiltshire (and many other parts of England and of the world) and very often in the pouring rain,  in the middle of the night without lights. Their facile explanations based on an almost complete lack of any type of knowledge, even of the realisation of what it takes to find your way in a large field at night (it is difficult enough in daytime), has kept the lid on this subject for years depriving the population of these wondrous happenings that in more enlightened times would have been called miraculous.  The word miraculous of course is not very popular either, being associated with religion, but in this context it is used to illustrate their otherworldliness, their impossibility of existing at our level of being.  

It is a great pity there is such debunking of this extraordinary subject, with the result that most of us involved in this study feel disinclined to share it with the public at large. What is the point? But the consciousness responsible for their happening does not seem to mind humans’ stupidity and keeps on sending us these truly amazing patterns. In spite of everything, they keep coming, relentlessly knocking at our doors of perception. Could we not take a minute to think, to ponder, to ask ourselves questions? What will take to wake us up?