Cosmic Crop Circles: Hackpen Hill, Nr Wrougton, Wiltshire. May 30th 2011

Saturday, 4 June 2011

Hackpen Hill, Nr Wrougton, Wiltshire. May 30th 2011


Image coutesy of Olivier Morel:WCCSG

Either someone messed up this formation during it's construction, and it remains unfinished, or it was always meant to look like this? I guess we will never know.

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Quotes/Poems

"The pictures taken of the crop circles only tell a fraction of the story behind the cosmic magic that created most of them.

But, like deciphering a dream we can't because the landscape is on a higher dimension. But we are part of that higher dimension like a child is part of the adult world without knowing it"

~Lou "Sleeper" Baldin~

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."We are each unique individuals with souls forged in celestial furnaces by Gods."

"Truth is a double~edged sword, to get it we must give up something~like cherished illusions".

~Lou "Sleeper" Baldin~

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"But I don't want to go among mad people", Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that, we're all a little mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be", said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

~Lewis Carroll~

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"To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don't worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine brightest"

~author unknown~

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"The soul knows what the mind barely percieves".

~Dana Redfield~

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"The Breeze At Dawn"

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep

~Rumi~

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"Who Says Words With My Mouth"?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

~Rumi~

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There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of That
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.

~Rumi~

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Saturday, 4 June 2011

Hackpen Hill, Nr Wrougton, Wiltshire. May 30th 2011

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