Here today, and gone tomorrow, and then back before you knew that it had left
“At night man kindles a light for himself when his eyes fail to see; thus in life, he is in contact with the dead when asleep and with the sleeper when awake."—Heraclitus, Fragment 40
In your alternate identity as “Harold Stryderight” you wrote, “Again last summer, three metallic orbs were photographed at South Field on July 27, 2008, while they were being pursued by a British military helicopter. There have been many independent reports of that kind, too many to list here...
“Using standard commercial cameras, a few dedicated investigators have captured on film what appear to be space time portals or wormholes opening up in the sky next to a newly forming crop picture (see “Crossovers from Another Dimension” by Terje Toftenes.) Others such as Winston Keech, Gary King, and Paula Presdee-Jones have photographed a brief flash of ‘sheet lightning’ at 3 AM, followed quickly by a new 300-meter crop formation in the field below, when no human fakers were visibly present.
“Based on the general facts presented so far, which are accepted by practically all knowledgeable researchers in the field, one might conclude that the unknown creators of this strange crop-based messaging system possess a level of advanced technology, which is far beyond anything that ordinary humans on Earth today possess.
“For example, they seem to have no need for large flying saucers or UFOs, since their technology has evidently advanced beyond that point. Instead, they seem to be sending small, gravity-insensitive robotic probes across large distances of space and/or time, in order to create such amazing pictures. Those devices have been evidenced numerous times by the sighting of a small metallic orb or ball of light near a newly-formed crop picture, whether by eyewitness account or on camera.
“Where exactly might such probes be coming from? Another star? Another planet in our solar system? Our future or maybe even our past?”
Much thanks for your rigorous and yet intuitive research into what, by its nature, is an almost radioactive subject—a subject able to subvert the mind. It attacks—from everywhere and nowhere—like a virus, with an alien lust perverting the innocent wet-dream of the skeptic, who, with each passing day, becomes more feverish with denial, and striking fear into the heart of every scientist without a death wish. There is no way to get past the great challenge that it poses. Like those 18th Century explorers who had not yet discovered longitude, we must trust that good questions might well conjure up good answers.
The theorem that got away will resuscitate Pythagoras.
Several cities will resurface off the Northwest coast of India. By folding them up, we will be able to take them with us—wherever we might choose to go.
Their music again audible, the planets will leave the clockwork of their orbits—all too boring!—and then present themselves to the Great Assembly for instructions, before the Sun itself retracts into a cloud.
It seems possible that something has changed in the past year.
As the implications of the circles become more difficult to escape, so too we become more desperate to escape them. Lines arcing from the 10th dimension may soon intersect the 3rd, thus rendering obsolete all maps of the Flat Earth. For, even now, they are quaint.
Most often, you have put aside your culture-specific biases, and, step by step, have allowed yourself to follow where the trail of the evidence leads.
I would take issue with one point, however:
Although it would certainly seem that one or more small spheres are quite often associated with the appearance of a crop circle, it may be too much of a leap to describe them as “small, robotic probes,” or to argue that they are made from metal. Living mercury, perhaps? Or orichalcum?
They may indeed be momentarily solid, and, at least in daylight, exhibit a kind of metallic shine. I would also provisionally agree that they are most probably “unmanned” or “uninhabited”—at least in the sense of not being filled with tiny men—but here we are on shakier cosmological ground, if any ground, in such a scenario, can be said to exist at all.
Could we not see them as the local points of focus within a vast, non-local field? And if so, it would make little difference if we described them as “inhabited,” or not.
Such a sphere could, just as easily, be described as The Eye of Horus, as The Stone of the Philosophers, as a Soul—which the Vedas say is as large as the top joint of the thumb—as a Messenger, or as The Bindu.
Again: Let us theorize, for just a moment, that we humans did not first exist as bodies, but rather as non-local fields. These fields, being not “here” and not “there,” could then also be interpreted as infinitely dense points of focus, in which are encoded all the knowledge of past worlds.
We might expect to see the type of anti-gravitational “here today, and gone tomorrow” behavior that is characteristic of these spheres—with “tomorrow” being one fraction of a second off. Stepping, as if through a mirror, we find ourselves some 10,000 years in the future, but then, just as quickly, it is time for us to go back.
The gods play. Our future selves may object to our being wiped out “accidentally.” Thus, Mercury is sent. With glyphs in hand, he rides upon a sphere of orichalcum, which is powered by a seed.
Such a sphere might best not be imagined as one object, but rather as a hyper-object that has been “statistically renormalized.” Galactic in scale, and Akashic in its familiarity with superimposed frames of reference, it nonetheless shows a “tendency to exist” in a particular time and location.