Of Crop Circles and Ley Lines or - The Green Harper
posted by Landar | July 31, 2011
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IcerocketA summer-time fascination for crop circles has revived an old interest in ley-lines. I am 'connecting things up'. A cursory look at the Ordnance Survey map for my area reveals a plethora of holy wells, standing stones, burial grounds and churches, all of which can be formed into lines of power - with the help of a little bit of imagination. But what am I connecting to? What source am I searching for? What source am I finding? Am I looking into the blue eyes of St. Brigid, the green eyes of the Dagda Mor? I see their eyes looking inward, gazing at another form of eternity, a different map. The sky reflects on the water in the holy wells and I wait for my chance to dive in.
What a different life there is inside! The chambered cairns and burial mounds begin to speak their secrets. The old lives live again, noisy and jostling. We are looking for the original drink, the well of wisdom, the pattern that rises in the barley-field in high summer. And the voice above others says, 'Look inside yourself!' So I consent to be the handmaid of Christ and the Green Harper for a time to look into the alternate universe inside myself.
How many lines of power I see! How can I connect them? Churches and stones and crosses go shooting off to left and right. Am I looking for a saint to reveal my way? I have agreed to be my own saint for the duration. The tension in the lines is almost more than I can bear. Is it possible to be your own guiding principle? I have no other choice. The artistic form in the crop circle is my own forming power. It is the force of wisdom. I cannot delegate - I cannot ascribe it to any buried holy man. It goes back to myself. The holy self is what I see in the wells, in the shining eyes, in the lines of force craving for a beginning. I am destined to work this out endlessly in the crop of my life. The possibilities are limitless. The holy self in me is the same as the one I find splashed across my map.
Therefore I say, you have maps folded in you - maps and maps. There is no other revelator than yourself. The wisdom of the world is in your own eyes and its sound carries through time like the music of the harp.
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i am full of awe
— Jul 31, 2011
and your eternal fan. (geez, did i really say that?)
'the alchemy of nine dimensions' by barbara hand clow might interest you. she discusses crop circles and other esoterica.
oops, forgot to mention this
— Aug 11, 2011
if you look for this book, please be sure to find the revised, updated edition, 2010.
The hold back
— Jul 31, 2011
It is timely that you should write this. I have been thinking about this all weekend and just saw your post.
We are uniquely designed and have everything necessary to live our best life. The question is...what is holding us back?
I have had a fantastic summer in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. I leave for home soon. In thinking about your post, I remember some of my reasons for coming here. A big part of me longed to be closer to my daughter. But this isn't my home as much as I had loved all of the time I spent here. Sometimes you have to leave your space to return to it. We return accessing our own energy within. As Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz said, "there is no place like home."
Thank you for your eloquence.
Responding to-
— Aug 02, 2011
- the edit point - " what am I connecting to?"
well, honestly, possibly not much more than your imagination.
Not a bad thing in of itself.
The "ley" hypothesis rest on the fact that building took place in the UK at the ends of military (straight) roads, usually following ridges or other straight lanscape features.
If it were to hold water, it could be extended around the world
and it can not. Other cultures in other areas of the world use curves,
spirals or fractals in their expansions, not straight lines.
Add to this that any site, if venerated by enough people, over a long
enough time - will become a power point ( even the local midden)
and you are "connecting" to historical syncronicity.
Sorry !
" A rising tide - drowns those without boats " - Cee Are
"The object under your feet is always the dance floor " - Cee Are
It is the force of
— Dec 31, 2011
It is the force of wisdom.The artistic form in the crop circle is my own forming power.
http://www.celexadosage.com
well, this is really a nice
— Dec 31, 2011
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