CFPR Field Report

Milk Hill nr Alton Barnes, Wiltshire 13/08/01

GPS SU 1046 6413 

The mega-glyph 

The call came early Tuesday morning. (14/08/01) Will you go and check out a new formation over at Milk Hill? Sure, why not, early morning circle inspection is our thing. We jumped into the car and headed off to the hill for a scout around. To our dismay there was no new formation to be seen anywhere, this was all very odd indeed. We had all but given up hope of ever finding the new arrival when the mobile rang, it was a pair of researcher colleagues who somehow had managed to locate and enter the glyph half an hour earlier. The excitement in the voice on the other end of the phone was tangible, phrases such as “I can’t believe it” and “its just so huge” were blurted out between the heavy breathing, that is the hallmark of an excited circle hunter who has just entered a new formation.

The routing instructions we received from our colleagues led us up over the Downs to an awesome, high altitude location, rich in myth and mystery, this place felt utterly magical to me. The subjective beauty of this site is a special experience, almost beyond words, and we hadn’t even reached the glyph yet!

 As we rounded a bend on the perimeter of the field we noticed a few circles lapping down the one flank of the wheat field that was visible to us, the pace quickened to a canter, in a few more moments we were at the edge of the formation. From this point you can only see the few little circles that trail off the edge of the field. Moving up through these circles took a few more moments, and then, WOW, jaws dropped to the floor one by one. The spectacle now before us was so staggering, so surreal that we just stood about in total disbelief. I now realized why those two other, normally well-grounded, researchers had been so excited on the phone minutes earlier.

What we were now faced with was a veritable sea of various size circles, disappearing off into the distance as far as one could see, into the now, almost fully circled out wheat field. 

What is it! 

Six massive curving arms, each containing sixty-eight individual circles, attached to a central pivotal circle. The whole formation contains four hundred and nine circles, no less. The largest of the circles measures in at an impressive seventy-four feet, the smallest, five and one half feet. The whole glyph stretches into the distance across the field for an awesome seven hundred and eighty feet, very impressive vital statistics indeed.

The proportions of the mega-glyph have comprehensively smashed all records relating to numbers of individual circles in a single formation, leaving virtually everyone who is fortunate enough to have visited this crop circle in total awe and quite often with a personal paradigm shift as an added bonus. Even the fully confirmed skeptical left brainers I’ve met in this massive work were totally lost for rational words, most people just wandered around in a bemused daze,

I can hardly blame them.

Trying to make sense of the formation on the ground, before viewing an aerial shot, is a huge task in itself. When we first entered the formation all we got was a field dotted all over with lots and lots of neatly swirled circles. The magnitude of this undertaking was just a little too much to take in for the first hour or two. When we found the center of the crop glyph, which took something like a half hour, it became apparent that we were within some sort of very sexy “Julia Set”. As it turned out this formation is not a Julia Set (fractal) at all but rather, a Mary, she looks rather like Julia at a glance, different curves! 

Some Facts! 

The night prior to the arrival of the mega-glyph the weather in the Milk Hill area was dismal. Heavy persistent rain fell from eleven’ o’clock Saturday night through to the afternoon on the following Sunday. That means the field would have been totally saturated on Sunday night, when the formation (supposedly) arrived. We were, together with two other researchers, the first to enter the formation, and guess what, no mud, no boot marks in the dirt, in fact, no sign of human activity within the formation was evident when we arrived on the scene, explain that? 

Four hundred and nine circles, that’s one hell of a tall order.

If a team of people were out in the field on that soggy night they would have been faced with a daunting logistical task, and I think that’s an understatement. One really needs to see this thing on the ground to fully appreciate to the full, the mind-bending magnitude of the thing.

A maximum of seven hours stomping time, on a bleak and windswept hill, to put down 409 various size circles, that’s one circle per minute (approx) that’s not allowing any time for mapping the thing out in the field to start off with. The initial survey work that is needed for this glyph would have been a mammoth task in itself, hours of work one would think.

For a formation of this magnitude, a huge team of fakers would be required. How could such a large team of corn crunchers, over such a massive work area, in miserable weather conditions, remain perfectly coordinated, to the degree of almost absolute perfection, which is the case with this event, they couldn’t, and they know it!

 The known circle-fakers capabilities stop somewhere in the region of a 1000.000 miles short of the incredible formation that now adorns the summit of Tan Hill--Milk Hill

At this time the arrival of this beautiful crop glyph is a total mystery, even the prolific advocates of the “human solution” scenario, circle-fakers, “Team Satan” agree that this would be a virtually impossible task. These guys are acknowledged as the best in the circle-faking business and they openly admit that this one is just too much, no surprises there then. 

Perhaps this is the answer?     

  According to Dan D, (as partially recycled from “legendry Landscapes” by John & Julie Wakefield), if one stands at a Stawell (Derived from Owl, the ancient symbol of night vision wisdom), a naturally occurring image of the horizontal Earth goddess is perceptible in the ancient Pewsey Downs landscape. The great mother lies with her breasts represented by Milk Hill and Adam’s Grave, her pregnant belly signified by Knap Hill (From the Egyptian Kneph) and Golden Ball Hill representing the womb/groin. The goddess sacred umbilical cord coils through Honey Street to terminate in east field (east, of course linking in with sunrise and new birth, not surprising that this field has hosted so many sacred glyphs (as well as crude imitations). According to this figurative paradigm of geomantic paganism, Tan Hill, (formally St Anne’s Hill) and possibly linked in name to Beltane, is the noble head of the serpentine Goddess, and --- Whaddya know! --- The sexy Julia has blossomed like a rainbow orchid of ineffable effulgences straight from the great mamma’s pineal gland, or dream weaving third eye. 

Thanks to Graham L for that.  

To be updated 

© Charles R Mallett 2001