This morning I found a tweet. The tweet questioned the nature of crop circles, of who makes them, and what they mean. Whatever point in the future Universal timeframe might find you reading this, you'll know about crop formations even if you're a little rusty on ancient computer gadgets.
At this time the jury is out as to whether they are made by men with planks tied to their feet carrying various bits of unspecified equipment to and from the middle of fields, or whether they originate from another, unknown and unspecified source.
Whatever we do with our lives, we look out at a cosmos that isn't real. That dark spangled sky is a lie. Looking very pretty from where we sit on the planet, the starlight-spangled vista overhead is a maelstrom of solar systems just like our own which we know little or nothing about. There isn't, in reality, a blanket of twinkly lights. There's a Universe. We can hardly see a thing beyond our own galaxy, but every time we stretch with a telescope we see a little more. Nebulas and neutron stars jostle for our attention. The Universe thrives on self-observation, it wants to know itself, and so it created us to learn. That much is simply logical, and whether someone wants to scientifically prove it is up to them, but I suggest most of the work has already been done.
This is a formation in snow. Behind it you'll find a Daily Mail article about Mr Beck, who apparently walks the ground with snowshoes on, making these patterns in around 10 hours.
At the back of the picture you'll see what probably, in reality, took him the 10 hours.
Later the article was reissued, claiming 5 hours instead of 10, and removing the scruffily-trod patterns at the edge of the images.
The mystery of whodunnit dampens the message somewhat. Crop circles don't seem to be a fad, they appear every year somewhere, and whether they've suddenly started appearing more frequently over the last few decades or have always been around waiting for observers is a question we're unlikely to answer definitively. On the question of why they're made, symbolism speaks for itself. The Pi crop formation, and the Doors of Perception are interesting examples. The trio of swallows is also a good one. You'll find hundreds of them, all unique, with no sign of any practice runs in a nearby meadow - you'll find no videos of men running round frantically laying down these remarkable images in a single night's activity. What you might come across is a video made in 1998 of lights over a field and a formation appearing beneath them. There will be plenty of comments tagged to any ethereal evidence you uncover which claim these images are all man-made... you may even wonder at the frequency - and instant appearance - of such claims which fall short of video evidence themselves. The jury stays out. My money is on something synchronous coming along to assist, as we're clearly in need of a little help in escaping the oncoming sound of inevitability.
Each formation says something slightly different, but the message seems to spool a thread of encouragement to be pushing boundaries in the way we are thinking. There's a lot about nature and how things are done, about geometry and physics, sound and movement, fractals and evolutionary patterns. This is a universal language which speaks of things we understand, and the more we think about them the more we realise how much we understand. Not thinking about them, and thinking instead about how they got there, seems to be short of the mark they intend to hit, diverting our attention onto who might be doing something that seems to be impossible. We've got to step out of our limits, that's important for our future. The Matrix and quantum mechanics tell us very clearly that reality is a construct, everything we perceive is an illusion, and there are people who can bend the illusions to ways which work better for them. There will always be those who want answers and will devote a life to finding them. When this happens, and realities become conjoined, options strike. Possibilities hit the furnace of creative intent. The world looks like what it is, a very small place in a very big sea of possibilities, and we are so, so ready for this brink. The doors of perception are open all the time, we have only to wake up and walk through them.
Kathy is the author of Quantumology. She met up with quantum mechanics in 1997, pledging allegiance to its sources thereafter. These are her personal thoughts and testimonies.