I've been mulling on this for a while, how to present this information which, if I'm successful, will manage to convey how we (well, some of us anyway!) think that landscape zodiacs and crop circles are formed by us aka man, via harmonic resonance.
For sure, there may be some geoforming after the fact, but according to how we think harmonic resonance works, between us and Gaia, the initial patterns or imprints on the land are created in such a way that we don't have to lift a finger, let alone a forklift truck!
It's a whole new way of thinking about who we are that has been barely been touched on by science yet. This new understanding has come about via the new physics which has found that vibration lies at the heart of the atom. We have added to this our own simple experiments and paid attention to what our spirits showed us in the land and the skies, otherwise known as simulacra.
I'm going to start off this thread by communicating with the right side brain, because it will be easier and quicker to convey a lot of dense information in that way ~ a picture speaks a thousand words, right?
Just the following words will help you as you look at these images/video.
Shamans know that thoughts are things.
Thoughts are things that contain information which is conveyed by vibration of energy.
Visible vibration of piano notes ~ not unlike some crop circles
The study of visible vibration is called cymatics ~ watch here about how it works:
Now this next might be a bit of a leap, so do ask if you don't get it.
A poem by Walt Whitman (many thanks to Whiskey Mystic for bringing this to the Gate)We Two, How long We Were Fooled
We two, how long we were fool'd,
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,
We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark,
We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks,
We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side,
We browse, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as any,
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together,
We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes mornings
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals,
We are two predatory hawks, we soar above and look down,
We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic
and stellar, we are as two comets,
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,
We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead,
We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling
over each other and interwetting each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence
of the globe,
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we two,
We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.