Previously:

I saw an old crop circle up on a hill to my right. The crops were already beginning to grow back as our favorite haircut does, no longer resembling its original style. It raised my hopes. I knew it wouldn’t be long.

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We drove onward. With the sight of one undisturbed grain field after another, my enthusiasm began to wilt, just like that worn crop circle back aways. 

Nearly speechless, I croaked, for Cordelia to slow. “There, up there, to our left, look. We’ve got to find a place to turn off or do something.” I couldn’t contain myself.

“I’ll pull in on the left, right over there. It’ll be a bit of a challenge, but we can do it.” Cordelia waggled her pointer finger a little ahead of us. She couldn’t get through the tractor path opening in the fence, soon enough.

There in front of us were nine consecutive circles increasing in circumference as they climbed the hill. Fetching my camera, it occurred to me the insipid rain had ceased and the energy felt different.

“Do you suppose this is the Mary line we’re in?” Cordelia was dancing around, her words joggling as she spoke. “I feel that fluffy energy you’ve mentioned.” 

“Yes, I think we’ve left the Michael line behind for a while anyway. It does feel so good, doesn’t it?” 

“Back there at Stonehenge felt like a painful deep muscle massage and this area feels a warmed rock massage. Oooooh. Yum.”

“You’ve stated it perfectly, Cordelia.”

As we progressed from one circle to another, we stood with arms outstretched wide to take in the invigorating energy. This was clearly not some hoax fabricated by nocturnal persons in a grain field creating art. This was the real thing. I thanked whomever it was, for bringing one of my dreams to fruition.

There were only a few people around, accentuating the amiable environment. One smiled and said, “Pretty fantastic, isn’t it? Good luck taking pictures, my daughter’s camera jammed. I guess she wasn’t supposed to have pictures of these.”

I swallowed hard as I aimed my lens at the strangely bent unbroken thin barley stalks. I couldn’t imagine what I’d do if my camera froze at a sacred moment like this.

‘Click.’ ‘Click.’ ‘Click’. Success. I expelled so much tension, I hoped it wouldn’t mix toxically with the surrounding energies. I was so consumed with exhilaration, Cordelia had to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention. 

She was having someone take our picture. “Hand this lovely lady your camera so she can take our picture. With gallant smiles, we once again corkscrewed our hands and arms, receiving the adrenalizing crop circle energy with pictures to memorialize that moment.

As John Wayne said in one of his movies, ‘we were burnin’ daylight’, we still had two more stops.

I was heavy-hearted to leave. Cordelia claimed to be feeling dismal. As I put my right foot inside the car, bending toward the seat, I saw it by my shoe. It was a piece of the crop circle. 

That, with the fossilized trilobite stone found in the ninth circle at the top of the hill, would allow me to bring the energy of the crop circle home. I dowsed to ask permission to pocket the stone and bag the piece of barley. 

I wanted something to be able to keep real, one of my most incredible memories. Little did we know, there would be, in the future, some things we would be fighting to forget forever.  

My pendulum indicated ‘yes’ just before we backed out onto the A361 highway, headed for Avebury. Our hearts and spirits were full. We were quiet for much of the remainder of our trip ‘til we reached signs telling us we were nearing Avebury.

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Some sort of distant pyramid-shaped hill with the top hacked-off, caught my attention on the left, but to the right were rows and circles of standing stones. There was no one around taking money, tearing off tickets, and best of all no worthless tape recorders being doled out.

This was also where the Mary line influenced the Michael line, or visa versa. We would see. The light and airy sensation remained.  What pressing force of ‘ole Michael’ did Mary have to work to neutralize on these grounds?

It hadn’t occurred to me ‘til just then, we would not need umbrellas. We didn’t use them at the crop circle either. Maybe, it was just a little gift from Mary combined with her soft positive energy.

In jubilance, I forgot to close my door. Cordelia, familiar with my ADD behaviors shut and locked the doors and caught up with me. We had discussed our planned approach, to stand at each stone and read the energy.

At the outset, we discerned the energy of those stones to be female. We wondered if each would have her own story. As we stood with the first one, we smiled, sensing a contended warm joy. 

Cordelia expressed my sentiments with a gesture accompanied by a soft nearly inaudible whisper. I read her lips and her hand motions to mean ‘wait, not yet, let’s stay right here’. I could hear and feel her serene sigh. We just wanted to bask in the secure feeling, one we had not felt in a very long time. 

It was good we had that shot of resiliency. I felt as if I’d been struck right in the gut as I neared the next stone. I witnessed Cordelia grab her ribs. This stone was holding great pain for the multitudes. I was picturing throngs of women running for their lives.

“What could possibly have happened to the bearers of this torment?” Cordelia continued with her vision. “At least fifty women hiding filled with terror for fear of being captured and restrained.”

“Phew, powerful. I wonder where the next one will transport us.”

Cordelia chuckled. I looked at her quizzically. “Funny you should mention being transported. This clearly has the energy of a vortex.” She waggled her hands from the middle of the stone upward.

I had a strange sense of panic as if I were going to be trajected somewhere to another space, in another lifetime.