As we rode along the lovely English countryside, we listened as John Flanagan, our tour guide for the Glastonbury trip, explained what he had planned for the day. He was very concerned about getting us to the crop circles, because it was late in the season and the farmers had started harvesting the crops. After about an hour’s ride or more, we arrived in Wiltshire, a beautiful rural area of the region, where many of the crop circles are found.
I knew from my studies, there have been at least 711 documented crop circles in this area. They appear in the southern part of the UK where two major earth energy lines converge and cross through the stone circle at Avebury, Glastonbury and Stonehenge. In fact these three sacred sites form an equilateral right triangle. Additionally, the area has a high water content making it a perfect transmitter for electromagnetic energy.
John told us that crop circles had been around since the early 1600s, but gained popularity as they began to appeared quite frequently around 30 years ago. The circular designs were simple, but now they had evolved into more intricate and captivating patterns. As he was talking my heart was bursting with joy. Soon every word that came out of my mouth was full with love for everything. I would blurt out, “Look at that tree. Isn’t it beautiful? The flowers are fantastic. I love that horse.” I couldn’t stop. It was if I was seeing the trees, flowers and animals for the first time in my life.
We would have never found the crop circles, if left on our own. The first one we visited was quite a distance from the road. After a ten to fifteen minute walk up a steep path, we came to the formation. Walking through it is much different from looking at it from an aerial view. I was apprehensive as well as excited. Having heard that many unusual occurrences have happened to people in the circles: the lost of time, watches stopping, cameras not working, healings, lights flashing and etc.
Well, none of those things happened to my group, I thought at the time. We spent some time sitting in the circles and meditating. If I thought I was happy before entering the circle, I was giddy after experiencing the energy of the circle.
The next stop was a place I had never heard of, but John told us it was important that we visit the West Kennet Long Barrow, a Neolithic burial chamber. There are several of these burial mounds in the Avebury area. The West Kennet was constructed around 3600 BC before Stonehenge and was in use for clan burials until 2500 BC. John explained that it was a place of release of emotional trauma and he had seen some pretty amazing things happen to people who he had bought to the chamber. Then he would take us to the next crop circle where we would receive something. I was still vibrating in pure joy and wanted to go directly to the crop circle, forget the chamber. He mentioned there were several cavities in the chamber and we should go to the back one.
Oh, here we go. I have to trample through some dark cave. This wasn’t on my agenda. I thought.
John went ahead of us to light a candle. The first to go in, I went straight to the chamber where the light of the candle greeted me. Standing there, I felt the happiness began to ooze out of my consciousness. I dreaded going further into the chamber. But after a short prayer, I returned to the front of the chamber looking for the entrance to the rest of the mound. Both sides of the entrances were blocked. I returned to the back chamber and realized this was the place John wanted us to be. Catrina and Pawel were standing in front of the candle in a silent meditation. Eventually, I felt the presence of my granddaughter in back of me. Thoughts of a past life time with Catrina and Pawel floated through my consciousness. I was a witness to their marriage. Then, I was chasing someone through the blocked chambers. It was my deceased son. He was running away from me. Finally, he stopped and a flash of white light illuminated him. He said, “I’m happy.” And just as quickly as the light had come he was gone. And I knew not to follow him. Another flash of white light and I saw other departed family members who voiced the same message.
Tears ran down my face.. Leaving the chamber my heart was heavy with grief. The giddy joyous feeling was gone. I sat on the outside of the mound thinking.
Why did John bring us to this place? It only trigger my grief. At the time I didn't understand, but later all was revealed to me. I owe John and his spirit guides a depth of gratitude for their guidance.
To be continued...
* Photos by Pawel Debik
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