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Journal Entry, May 2010:
Darkness is about to descend
and finally, there's a break in the
cold rainy weather of Wiltshire,
England. Wiltshire, in particu-
lar the Vale of Pewsey, has been
home to most of the world's
amazing crop circles for over 30
years. These artworks of simple
beauty and complex geometries
have always been interwoven
with great mysteries. The 2010
crop circle season proved to be
the most mysterious so far.
As the rain stops, I get out of
the car with my husband, Bert
Janssen, who is an international-
ly-known crop circle researcher,
author and lecturer (www.Crop
CirclesandMore.com), and we
begin walking up Woodborough
Hill in Wiltshire. I want to see
what all the local gossip is about
for myself. I'm curious to see the
2010 crop circle ghost of last
year's owl formation at Wood-
borough Hill. For the uniniti-
ated, a crop circle ghost is the
repeat of a previous crop circle
pattern. The copy may appear a
season or two after the original
formation.
As we're walking, I wonder,
how can this happen? In 2009,
the owl crop circle appeared in
a field of wheat, but the 2010
ghost of the owl is in a field of
canola. Also, the owl appeared
in the late season of 2009 on Au-
gust 10. Because it was in the
second week of August very few
people were left in Wiltshire to
visit the owl.
Furthermore, the owl was
harvested just days after it ap-
peared. So, the 2010 ghost of
the 2009 owl cannot be due to
hundreds of people visiting the
owl or because the formation
was in the field for a long time.
Hmmmm. Yes, it's true that
occasionally some crop circles
do leave a ghost
for the next one
or two seasons,
but not as per-
fect as this one.
Standing atop
Woodborough
Hill, I can see
the crop circle
ghost below. As
the sun sets, na-
ture quiets as it
gives way to the place between
light and dark.
The ominous sound of thun-
der tells me that more rain is
approaching rapidly. But then I
listen again. I listen more care-
fully, more quietly. There is an-
other sound faint and off in the
distance, coming closer to me.
A primeval screech that chills
me to the core of my being -- a
sound like the wheels of a train
rounding too sharp of a turn --
metal wheels scraping against a
metal track.
Thunder shouts overhead, the
rain begins to pour and a large
black bird the size of a Condor
like those from the Peruvian An-
des glides over the ghost of the
owl. It hovers for just a minute
before disappearing into thin air
over the ghost leaving behind
an eerie supernatural feeling. A
chill goes up my spine. It seems
the large Condor-like bird was
stating, "This is my domain."
Heading back to our B&B we
were abuzz with the ghost of
the owl, and what looked like
a Crebain a large Crow-like
blackbird from J.R.R. Tolkien's
Lord of the Rings. Back at the
Pelican Inn, we were too excited
to sleep.
Since the bar was still open,
we told the managers of the ho-
tel all about our experiences
with the ghost of the owl and
the Crebain. We reminded our-
selves and them that Crebains
were used as spies in the War of
the Ring to get information on
the ring-bearer.
With great enthusiasm we
showed them pictures of the
2009 owl formation in wheat,
and the 2010 owl ghost in cano-
la. We stayed up for hours talk-
ing about crop circles. What I
didn't know then was how dif-
ferent the 2010 season would be
from all the previous seasons
I had been in England.
During the night at our Inn,
strange electrical experiences
kept occurring in our room.
Things like the lights flashing
on and off, the TV coming on
by itself, and off in the distance
at least twice, I thought I heard
that same eerie primeval cry of
a Crebain.
As daylight flooded into our
room, we were both convinced
that neither of us had slept a
wink, but that is a common sto-
ry in the magical land of crop
circles. We made some coffee,
and started mapping out our day.
We made a mental note to men-
tion the electrical problems to
the managers.
As we opened the door, an
employee of the B&B came rush-
ing up the stairs. She had the
look of death on her face and
fright in her eyes, and was carry-
ing a single candle. This memory
is etched into my mind's eye for-
ever, as if it just happened. We
looked at each other, and Bert
said, "Maybe this is not a good
day to mention electrical prob-
lems to the manager."
As we go downstairs, the en-
tire staff is staring upstairs as if
they've seen a ghost. Everyone
starts talking at once: "Elabo-
rate suit with a diamond-shaped
design," "older man, on the
couch," "behind the mirror." "A
GHOST!"
"Slow down, be calm " I say.
"What happened?"
After tea with B&B managers
who shared the housekeeper's
ghost story, we went back to
Woodborough Hill to view the
2010 owl crop circle ghost again
in the daylight. From the hill, I
could see several other fields in
the famous Vale of Pewsey that
had crop circles from the 2009
season.
I couldn't believe it! I could
see five crop circle ghosts from
last season. What's going on?
There are no NEW 2010 crop
circles in this area, which has
been the hotbed of crop circles
for 30 years. There are only the
ghosts of crop circles past.
Ghosts from the past in the
fields of England and in our B&B.
What from our past is attempt-
ing to get our attention? And
why was one of the spies, the
Crebain, of middle earth watch-
ing us? Who is the ring-bearer
that the Crebain is watching?
We went back to our B&B to
see how it all turned out. We
thought it might make more
sense over a pint of Guinness.
When we arrived the manag-
ers told us they had contacted
the previous proprietor of the
Inn, who said. "Oh, you final-
ly met Harry." "Yes, Harry the
Ghosts From The Past
Missing Bishops ~ Missing Circle
s
by heather Clewett-Jachowski
2009 Crop Circle Owl
2010 Ghost of Crop Circle Owl
Photo by bert Janssen