The August 26th figure is different than most, if not all of the others, in that there is no entryway into the figures. In July, I went on a crop circle tour in Wiltshire and one of the characteristics of all the figures we visited was that they all had an entrance. In other words, you could walk along the tram lines, (the lines made by the tractor), and at some point the wheat would be folded down creating a pathway to break in the crop through which you could enter. Inside the space at the center was always some standing wheat tied in the middle with stalks of wheat.
The Hackpen Hill3 figure seems foreboding to me as though something is being closed off, or closed in. The pattern of triangles along the edges must mean something especially as they come in pairs with the apex of one of the pair facing up and the other down.
The figure is also a cube inside a circle at least when I look at it a certain way. If I look at it another way, I see a plane. For the most part though, I see a cube.
I wonder if the circle makers are reacting to the energies of the people who visit the circles and the feelings of the farmers who own the land in which the circles appear.
People have been giving donations if the farmers leave a donation box, but people are stealing the donation boxes. And we were told not to leave anything in the van because people break the windows to steal what is inside. I also saw people visiting the circles with dogs and walking over the standing grain.
There is a booklet called
Crop Circle Etiquette that we were given by the tour guides. Here is an excerpt:
Find the farmer and Pay the Farmer
Every crop circle season farmers become furious. What we need to recognize is that it is not so much the formations in their fields that so irritate them, it is the inconsiderate visitors. It is us.
Put yourself for a moment in a farmer's shoes. The fields are his career and his livelihood. Often he is working the fields that his father and perhaps his grandfather worked before him. Sometimes he will have developed a profound affection for the piece of land which is his living and which carries so many layers of meaning for him.
Then suddenly, as the crop ripens, he finds a crowd of people in his field... while the crop circles are a gift for us, they are a curse for them. We have no automatic
right to enter their fields and, if we do so without permission, we are trespassing.
The fact that farmers are destroying the figures, that people are stealing money, trampling the crop and breaking into cars may have led to that strangely sealed off figure above. just a thought.