A wee Mystery? Crop Circles

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The secret D.M.S. files of Fairday morrow.
Has many things I enjoy,
it's creative and leaves you thinking, and that's got to be good, right?
So of course I follow it. See for yourself? visit their site, you will not be disappointed.

This weeks theme was about crop circles, so I just thought I would mention what I saw in the late 1970.

I was flying along at 1000 feet on my way to a weed spraying job.
I was over the wheat country of central Victoria, around 150 miles north of Melbourne. and seventy miles east of the Hume highway, no roads to speak of, just dirt tracks.

So you can tell I wasn't really in striking distance of the crop circle promoters.
I had wheat all around me for at least 50 miles, when I noticed a mark on the wheat about 6 miles in front of me.
As I approached it it grew larger and as I flew over it, I saw it was a crop circle.

Now it was the first time I had seen one, but I had read about them in the newspapers, how they were seen a lot in Europe.
Of course our little green men! were getting all the blame?

So just to be nosey I flew a lazy turn around the field, it was at least 20 acres in size and it was at least a quarter of a mile from a small dirt road, and there was no see-able spoor of anybody or anything being in the field or surrounding fields.
This circle was a bit rough, not a bit like the ones being reported in Europe, with their lovely geometric designs,
I was confident that no man had a hand in this or had been in the field.

It was a sort of a circle with a tuft of wheat standing up in the middle, I decided it was storm damage, created by the funnel that drops from the leading edge of a thunder cloud ( A tornado if you like) and returns back from whence it came creating no more damage.
So I flew on to my next job and forgot about it, until now.

A few years later I was lucky enough to see some proper ones, in Southern England during a spraying season,
and after observing them from the air.
I am again confident in the knowledge that they are man made, their spoor was easy to see from the air to the trained observers eye, they all seemed to be close to main roads and strange as it may seem they were also given a fair bit of news cover?

So my verdict is that the wee green man is innocent of interfering in our crops after flying millions of light years to get hear!

What do you reckon?

Agman

Is this stealing ?

Callair A9A

 
I am aware that more than a few people who read my blog.
May think I have a strange outlook on life and they may very well be right.
A short while ago I wrote a blog about DNA and what it may or not, end up being used for.
It was for me a good subject, but an never ending story.





Well the other day I picked up on a story, where  genetic Scientists are gathering DNA samples from the streets and analysing them, Cigarette, tissues, old cloths,and  glasses, that sort of thing, call it detritus from the street if you will.

But from these samples! there is a chance that they may be able to create a facial reconstruction! based on the analysis of the DNA,
that scientist have recovered from their collecting of street rubbish.

The mind boggles to think! you could be recognised from a piece of paper or cigarette end?
As  Genetic surveillance really swings into gear, even a picture of you, with a fine for littering! could surface ? how do you like those apples?

Commercial testing clinics will spring up all over the place and will test any object with a human DNA sample on it, for a unimaginable amount of things, as long as you can pay.

The company you work for would most certainly expect your DNA profile to be a part of your employment agreement.

You could in secret?  be able to take a sample and have it tested to check if your partner has been unfaithful?
Even have a paternity test?
Or test if you or your partner are  Genetically susceptibility to serious disease.
The permutations are endless for the human race.

Of course there are new laws being made all over the world to try and take some sort of control over this technology!
I say; Good luck with that.
This genetic material being gathered up in the streets has no names attached, to get permission! from for it's use, of their DNA?
A problem for the law.

In my humble opinion, I say! by the time the law catches up with this run away technology! and that's assuming it wants too, most of our entire genome sequence will have been gathered without our knowledge.
I think it goes without saying that the positives in this, far outweigh the negatives, but it still leaves a taste in my mouth and really its comes down to trust. Can we really trust them?

Now for my Question:

Now I consider myself a collector of unsigned notes, poems, terms of endearment, all left in books,  love notes and all many of inscriptions and rhymes, when I delve into my collection they give me great joy to read, make me feel very sad at times, allowing me an insight into their world an other time, believing I'm doing no harm.

I used to collect them by going to second hand book shops, looking and searching through the books. But now it's all changed technology!
"the mobile phone" has made me a wringing phone addict.
It doesn't matter where I am?
Now if I hear the sound of a mobile, I turn and look and my mind records the start and the finish of the call and the expression on their faces.
I see the opening smile, the brightness in their eyes, that is there, as soon as the person realises who's on the line, then the wringing off, the deep breath taken with deep never ending knowing personal  smile.
I think of it as the promise of what's to come, which stays long after the phone is put away.
There are so many different types of permutations to these calls,
not all are personal.
But you do see the person as they really are, they have no reason to hide their feelings, as they believe nobody is looking at them.

Leaves me wondering what was said to create such a response.
I collect them as memories and place them in my diary with my other collection and I remember the moment!
I am  reminded and pleased how we humans can be so personally loving towards each other, and that's what I enjoy to see.

So here we go to the moment of true:

Am I stealing these memories and thoughts? is it wrong? should the memories of these thoughts, be lost forever?
Should I stop? Am I an anonymous spy filling my own needs.


Perhaps thunder is the sound of god slapping his head in disbelief.

Agman.

Love Honour and Respect

         The lower end of the audience.

I borrowed this poetry, so we could all see the talent that shines within her poems, there for us all to see .




I used to go a'wandering.



I used to go a'wandering
across mystic lands so green
to visit with sweet faeries
and drink sweet tea with their Queen.

I used to go a'wandering
through enchanted meadows fair
to spend delightful days dancing
in the magical creatures square.

No longer can I traipse about
tho' I do remember those times
and the merriment I enjoyed
including making silly rhymes.

Written by Donna Yates.

and can be found in her book of poems;
Stepping Stones to Love Honour and Respect.

I recommend you rush of to amazon and get a copy as I'm about to do.
I just love this poem Donna I'm sure the rest will be  my treat.

Thank you.
Agman

School days.

Play yard

School day's.

1/08/2013.

Pinch punch first day of the month and no returns!

A Pinch and a kick for being so quick, no returns please!

Remember?  I do.

Agman.