Canopus in Argos: The Crop Circle: We meet our Others: We rose high in the air above the circle, and that is where we met the Makers. The form they had was of head size balls of warm light. What we percieved from these lights were what you feel when you see the smile on a the face of a friend. At that point I blacked out. I awoke in the field outside the circle where we entered. The mushrooms had worn off, but I immmediately felt the difference of the place. When we entered the Crop Circle it was from a field of Barley. That field was now lush soft grass. And the village we could see in the distance was now a cluster of crystaline spires and domes. And all around were the animals that had dissapeared into the Circle, peacefully grazing, resting, playing.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 08:33:19 +0000
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