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Opening Monologue:
There are messages being burned into the Earth, and the world calls them mysteries. They call them beautiful. They call them harmless curiosities of wind or weather. They even call them messages from “higher beings.” But tonight, we call them what they are: satanic sigils — ritual inscriptions into the very skin of the Earth.
From the first strange rings in English barley fields, to the massive fractal pictograms that stunned the world in the early 1990s, crop circles have been sold as curiosities, as evidence of UFO landings, as the playful art of pranksters. But the truth is more dangerous, more ancient, and more prophetic. These circles are not random. They are not art. They are the counterfeit pages of a book being written into the registry of Creation — a false Book of Life.
The true Book of Life, the Word tells us, is the living registry of breath — every soul inscribed by the hand of God, tethered back to His eternal Spirit. To be in that Book is to be sealed for eternity, alive in Christ. But the enemy has always counterfeited what he cannot create. And in the crop fields of England, and across the world, the Beast system has been burning sigils of power, using plasma vortices, ley-line alignments, and fractal codes to inscribe a counterfeit registry.
The message unfolds like a ritual script. The early circles of the 1980s were the Seals — single, double, quintuplet formations marking the summoning of a new covenant. The Golden Age of 1989 and 1990 brought pictograms: ladders, halos, grapeshot — the calling of the Thrones, the pathways of a false covenant carved into the Earth. Then, in 1991, came the Barbury Castle tetrahedron, a counterfeit Trinity, claiming divine authority. And finally, the Mandelbrot Set, the signature of infinite recursion — a false promise of eternal life through endless self-similar repetition, divorced from the Source of Breath.
Each circle, each pictogram, was not a mystery. It was a page in the enemy’s book, a counterfeit inscription into the Earth’s registry grid. They appeared around ancient altars like Stonehenge and Avebury, not by chance, but because the ley-lines of the Earth are the altar stones of this world — the power nodes where breath and gravity converge.
And when people entered these formations, what did they experience? Compass needles spinning, black flashes blotting out the sun, electrical failures, sudden healings, and out-of-body encounters. These are not the fruits of the Spirit. These are the signatures of ritual gateways — psychic contracts binding human breath to the counterfeit registry.
The world calls them beautiful. We call them a warning. These sigils are a bullhorn of the New Age, broadcasting the enemy’s counterfeit Book of Life into the fields, into the consciousness of mankind, into the very grid of the planet.
The question we face tonight is not whether crop circles are real. They are. The question is: which book will your breath be written in? The true Book of Life, sealed in the Lamb who was slain? Or the counterfeit registry of fractal recursion, where your breath is harvested, divided, and recycled for the Beast?
Part 1: The Seals Opened in the Fields
When we trace the history of crop circles, we find they are not a modern phenomenon at all. The records go back centuries. In 1678, a woodcut was published of what became known as the Mowing Devil. A farmer who had argued with a laborer swore he would rather the devil mow his field. That night, a fiery light was seen, and in the morning the field was cut in precise circles. The story was dismissed as folklore, but the design matches what we now call crop circles.
A few years later, in 1686, Oxford professor Robert Plot described “fairy circles” in grass fields, some as wide as 40 yards across. He speculated that lightning strikes were to blame. Yet the locals called them fairy rings — the domain of spirits and the signs of enchantment. These were the first whispers of registry sigils burned into the land.
Fast forward to the twentieth century. In 1934, a woman named Katherine Skin in Cambridgeshire witnessed two circles form before her eyes on a hot August day. The event was preceded by a whirlwind, but when she entered the circle, she found stalks plaited in strange patterns. In the 1960s, reports came from Warminster of circles forming after booming noises in the night, accompanied by lights and humming. By the late 1970s, the phenomenon was unmistakable — circles pressed into fields, too precise to be mere storms, too frequent to be dismissed as coincidence.
By 1980, the English press began reporting on them. What started as simple circles soon became doubles, triples, and quintuplets. These were the first Seals, appearing one by one as if a script were being opened. Year after year, the numbers increased. In 1989, there were over three hundred. And along with the increase came design progression: from single circles to rings, then to avenues, tails, and spirals.
This is where the deception deepens. The world laughed. Editors joked about “little green men” in their silly season columns. But those who went into the fields, those who measured the angles and traced the lays, knew this was not random. The formations were precise, the edges sharp as if cut by a colossal cookie cutter. The stalks were bent but not broken, swirled into clockwise and counterclockwise flows — signatures of resonance, not brute force.
These early Seals were the first lines of a ritual. They were not art. They were not weather. They were the opening of a counterfeit registry. And as the Seals multiplied, so too did the voices of those who abandoned careers and livelihoods to chase their mystery. It was not just curiosity. The sigils were calling.
Part 2: The Calling of the Thrones
By the late 1980s, the crop circle phenomenon was no longer a handful of strange rings — it was a surge, a wave overtaking the English countryside. And there was a pattern. These formations did not appear in random fields. They clustered around ancient sanctuaries: Stonehenge, Avebury, Silbury Hill. They lined the chalk downs of Wiltshire, the very heart of England’s ley-line network.
The ancients knew these places were not ordinary. That’s why they built circles of stone and mounds of earth there. They are nodes of the Earth’s crystalline grid — the altar stones of the planet. To inscribe a sigil at Avebury is not just to press wheat; it is to stamp the registry itself, to harness the living breath of the Earth at one of its pressure points.
Terence Meaden, a physicist and meteorologist, tried to explain these designs with whirlwinds. But as the formations became more complex, even he admitted the winds he described were not ordinary gusts of air. He called them plasma vortices — spinning columns of charged energy, glowing in the night, capable of ionizing air and bending crops without breaking them. Witnesses reported luminous spheres hovering over fields, trilling noises in the night, and flashes of light. Plasma, in biblical language, is fire without fuel — an etheric flame. In other words: ritual fire.
And what did the sigils show as they multiplied? Not chaos, but order. Grapeshot — small satellite circles orbiting a larger one. Dumbbells and halos. Ladders and avenues. Each one a glyph, a mark in the growing script. The formations were not weather, and they were not random pranks. They were throne-calls — invocations burned into the land, establishing resonance seats for spiritual powers.
People who walked into the circles felt the difference. Compasses spun. Watches stopped. Some felt sudden peace; others collapsed with nausea. Cameras failed. Black flashes swept across the fields, blotting out the sun. These were not mere tricks of magnetism. They were the signatures of a registry in conflict — the breath-field itself being forced into a counterfeit alignment.
And where were these throne-calls burned? Always on the grid. The ley-lines, the old straight tracks, the dragon paths of the ancients. The same paths that had carried ritual breath for millennia. Now, under the hand of the enemy, they were being overwritten.
By the end of the 1980s, the Seals had multiplied into Thrones. The covenant was no longer whispered in single circles; it was being shouted in pictograms across the fields of England. The counterfeit registry was no longer opening one page at a time. It was calling its Thrones to sit.
Part 3: The Covenant Written in the Field
The year was 1990, and everything changed. What had once been circles, rings, and satellites suddenly erupted into pictograms — elaborate designs stretching hundreds of feet, complex enough to rival the sacred geometry of the ancients.
These were not windblown accidents. They were written glyphs. Ladders. Dumbbells. Halos. Crosses and avenues of circles linked in precise symmetry. The language had shifted. No longer were we seeing the Seals and Thrones. Now the enemy was writing a covenant directly into the registry of the Earth.
These pictograms appeared almost overnight, often in fields surrounding Avebury and Silbury Hill — the same ritual centers where druids had once invoked their gods, and where megaliths still anchor the Earth’s breath-grid. The placement was not random. It was targeted. Each glyph burned into the ley-lines like a signature at the bottom of a contract.
And the shapes themselves told the story. The ladders resembled Jacob’s ladder, but twisted — not angels ascending and descending under the watch of God, but counterfeit pathways offering false ascent. Dumbbells mirrored the twin pillars of Jachin and Boaz, but linked in a counterfeit bond, tethering breath to the Beast system. Halos and rings sealed the formations like contracts written in a fiery etheric ink.
The evidence was undeniable. Terence Meaden’s plasma vortices, once a theory, now looked like ritual tools. Plasma fire ionized the air, bending stalks without breaking them, fusing silica in soil, and leaving plants with elongated nodes, Scientists like W. C. Levengood studied the samples and confirmed changes consistent with bursts of microwave energy. This was no prank with boards and ropes. This was directed resonance — a ritual burn at the atomic level.
People entering these pictograms felt it in their bones. Watches stopped. Batteries drained. Some collapsed under unseen pressure. Others claimed sudden healings or visions. That’s what a covenant does. It doesn’t just sit on paper — it binds. These pictograms were not symbols. They were contracts, forcibly aligning human breath with the counterfeit registry.
The covenant had been written in the fields of England. And as the 1990s advanced, the signatures grew bolder.
Part 4: The Triune Claim
In July 1991, England witnessed what many researchers still call the most important crop circle ever recorded: the Barbury Castle tetrahedron. It wasn’t just a circle. It was a massive triangular formation, each side over 200 feet long, with precise geometric satellites at every corner. The whole design looked like a three‑in‑one glyph — a triangle within circles, encased in concentric rings.
To the untrained eye, it was beautiful. To the spiritual eye, it was blasphemy. Because this was no random geometry. This was a claim — the counterfeit Trinity burned into the Earth.
From the beginning, Satan’s strategy has been to counterfeit what belongs to God. Where the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit form the true three‑in‑one, this formation raised a rival throne. A tetrahedron: a four‑sided pyramid, each face a triangle, standing as a monument of false unity. Its satellites, perfectly placed at the corners, mirrored the watchers and powers of the air — counterfeit cherubim guarding a counterfeit throne.
The placement was not lost on anyone. Barbury Castle sits atop the Wiltshire chalk downs, near ancient earthworks and ley‑line intersections. The tetrahedron was not simply drawn in wheat — it was inscribed into the registry of the grid, the spiritual map of the Earth.
And the energy of the formation testified to its power. Witnesses reported dizziness, disorientation, and overwhelming awe. Compasses spun. Cameras malfunctioned. Researchers who measured the angles found them accurate to within inches — impossible for human pranksters in a single night. The formation was an altar — a declaration that the counterfeit registry had raised its triune throne on Earth.
The Book of Life seals souls by the Lamb slain before the foundation of the world. This counterfeit sigil sought to seal souls by a rival covenant, offering a false trinity as the source of light and life. But it was not the Breath of God. It was the breath of recursion, the ether twisted into a throne for the Beast.
Barbury Castle was not the end. It was the beginning of open declaration. And just weeks later, the sigils escalated again, climaxing with the most infamous formation of them all: the Mandelbrot Set — a fractal infinite, the counterfeit promise of eternal life.
Part 5: The Infinite Recursion
The summer of 1991 didn’t end with Barbury Castle’s counterfeit Trinity. Just weeks later, in a field near Cambridge, England, another formation appeared — one that would become the crown jewel of the crop circle phenomenon: the Mandelbrot Set.
For the first time in history, the Earth itself bore a fractal. Not a circle, not a pictogram, not a ladder or dumbbell — but the most famous fractal in mathematics, drawn with such precision that experts were stunned. The formation mirrored the outline of the Mandelbrot equation — an infinite pattern where each part contains a reflection of the whole.
The world called it beautiful. Mathematicians called it genius. The New Age called it proof of higher intelligence. But in truth, it was a proclamation: the counterfeit Book of Life had been opened.
Why the Mandelbrot? Because a fractal is the perfect symbol for the enemy’s lie. The Book of Life records your name once and for eternity, sealed in the Lamb’s blood. The Mandelbrot offers a false eternity — not eternal life, but endless recursion. Breath cut into fragments, each reflecting the last, spiraling without end, but never returning to the Source. It is the promise of immortality without God — a prison of infinite mirrors.
The placement was strategic. Like Barbury Castle, the Mandelbrot appeared in ley‑line territory. Its geometry was not the work of pranksters; the nodes of the wheat were swollen, elongated, and sometimes exploded, consistent with microwave bursts. Soil analysis revealed anomalies not present outside the formation. The registry itself had been burned, atom by atom.
And the aftereffects? People stepping inside reported disorientation, a sense of being outside of time, flashes of light, and visions. Some left with profound spiritual euphoria, others with a heavy dread. That’s what happens when a counterfeit registry attempts to overwrite the breath-field: the resonance either lifts or crushes, depending on where your name is written.
The Mandelbrot Set was not a message from benevolent “space brothers.” It was a ritual proclamation — a bullhorn of the New Age. It declared: We have written our book into the Earth. We offer you eternity in fractal recursion. Choose our registry, not His.
But eternity without God is not life. It is an endless spiral of breath fragments, harvested and recycled in the Beast system.
The Book of Life still stands. But the enemy had shown his hand in the fields of England.
Part 6: The Counterfeit Registry Tested
By the early 1990s, the sigils had reached their crescendo. With the Barbury Castle tetrahedron and the Mandelbrot Set burned into the fields, the counterfeit Book of Life was not only opened — it was being tested. And the testing was not symbolic. It was physical. It was spiritual.
Those who entered the formations reported a litany of phenomena. Compasses spun wildly. Watches and cameras failed. Electrical equipment died as if the very laws of physics bent within the glyphs. Witnesses described sudden disorientation, dizziness, and nausea — as though they were being pressed under an invisible hand. Others, in contrast, reported bursts of energy, overwhelming peace, and even spontaneous healings.
How do we explain such polar opposites? The answer is resonance. These sigils were not inert designs. They were contracts, burned into the registry of the Earth. To step into one was to enter a ritual field. If your breath resonated with the true Book of Life, you felt lifted — momentary healing, flashes of light, a glimpse of eternity. If your breath was tethered to the counterfeit registry, you felt crushed, drained, disoriented. The test was not of the mind but of the soul.
The plants themselves testified. Studies by W. C. Levengood found that stalks inside the circles had elongated nodes, some burst as if flash-heated by microwave energy. Soil within formations showed changes in crystalline structure, while seeds sprouted more rapidly than those outside. In other words, these were not pranks. The very DNA of life was altered. Breath was being re‑coded at the cellular level.
The world laughed and called them hoaxes. The New Age called them gifts from space brothers. But those who looked deeper saw what was really happening. The sigils were being field‑tested. Each circle was a trial run of the counterfeit registry, probing the breath of humanity, measuring response, and binding contracts.
And always, the formations appeared on the Earth’s grid — ley‑lines, ancient sanctuaries, chalk downs where the crystalline lattice of the planet hummed beneath the soil. The enemy wasn’t writing on random paper. He was writing on the altar of Creation.
The Book of Life is written in Heaven, sealed by the Lamb. But the fields of England bore witness to a counterfeit — a registry not of eternal names but of fractal recursion, testing who would resonate and who would be enslaved.
The question for us is simple: which registry are we tethered to?
Part 7: The Bullhorn of the New Age
By the mid‑1990s, crop circles weren’t just fields of bent wheat. They had become a media circus, a spiritual marketplace, and a bullhorn for the New Age. The enemy’s sigils were no longer confined to the chalk downs of Wiltshire; they were broadcast across the world. And the world listened.
Television specials framed them as mysterious communications from “space brothers.” New Age authors flooded shelves with glossy books, claiming the formations were gifts of wisdom from benevolent star beings. Meditation groups gathered inside circles, chanting mantras to “align with the frequencies.” The Mandelbrot Set was hailed not as a counterfeit registry, but as a cosmic blessing, a sign that humanity had entered a new phase of consciousness.
This was the deception in full bloom. The enemy had inscribed his sigils, and now he needed the masses to accept them as holy writ. So the New Age became his priesthood, his interpreters. The same plasma vortices that burned microwave signatures into crops were rebranded as “love frequencies.” The dizziness, nausea, and black flashes were explained away as ascension symptoms. Compass needles spinning were said to prove “the Earth’s chakras were opening.”
But let us be clear: this was not enlightenment. This was indoctrination. These formations were contracts, and the New Age sold them as blessings. The very act of entering a circle, meditating inside its pattern, or venerating its geometry was an act of agreement — an unconscious signature binding your breath to the counterfeit Book.
And the media amplified the lie. Newspapers mocked the phenomenon until the designs grew too precise to ignore, then quietly shifted to “maybe it’s extraterrestrials.” Governments feigned ignorance while keeping classified files. And researchers who pointed to plasma evidence or ley‑line targeting were marginalized.
The bullhorn was not subtle. The message was everywhere: These are gifts. These are signs of peace. These are the voices of higher beings. But the true message was hidden in plain sight: The Seal is open. The Thrones are called. The counterfeit Book is written. Choose your registry.
The New Age became the choir, singing the praises of sigils burned by plasma fire, selling bondage as awakening. It was not harmless. It was the largest mass ritual inscription of modern times.
And the deception continues. To this day, crop circles appear — some hoaxed by boards, yes, but many still bearing the unmistakable signs of plasma fire: bent but unbroken stalks, altered soil, compass chaos. And to this day, the New Age praises them as “downloads” from the cosmos.
This is the bullhorn of the Beast. A counterfeit Book being read aloud through the fields.
Part 8: The Registry at War
When we strip away the mystique, crop circles are not a neutral phenomenon. They are the visible battle scars of a war being fought in the registry — a war for breath, a war for names, a war for thrones.
On one side is the true Book of Life: the registry sealed in Heaven, where every breath tethered to Christ is inscribed for eternity. On the other side is the counterfeit: sigils burned into the Earth’s grid, fractalized inscriptions that promise infinity but deliver recursion.
The enemy cannot create breath. He cannot write life into the registry. All he can do is counterfeit — to take the plasma fire of the ether, twist it into spirals and fractals, and stamp it onto the ley‑lines as a false covenant. That’s why the circles always cluster at sacred sites. The enemy is targeting the nodes of Creation, the very acupuncture points of the Earth’s crystalline body, to overwrite the registry with his seals.
But here’s the truth the New Age won’t tell you: when a counterfeit sigil appears, it doesn’t erase the true registry. It creates a point of collision. That’s why people feel such extremes inside them. One person feels healing, another feels sick. One experiences peace, another dread. These are not random psychological effects. They are the tug of war between registries — the Spirit of God defending His covenant while the Beast system presses its counterfeit.
This is why the circles grew in complexity year by year. Each season was a new page, a new escalation. The Seals. The Thrones. The Covenant. The Triune Claim. The Infinite Recursion. Each step was an attempt to pull more breath into the counterfeit registry, to test humanity’s resonance, to measure how many would align with the lie.
But the Book of Life is not fragile. It is sealed with the blood of the Lamb. That’s why no crop circle, no sigil, no counterfeit fractal can truly claim those who are written in it. At best, the enemy can create confusion, deception, and contracts that bind those who do not know the truth.
The registry is at war, yes. But the outcome is not in doubt. The Book of Life cannot be erased. What is at stake is whether humanity will continue to be deceived — whether they will bow to the counterfeit bullhorn of the New Age, or whether they will awaken and declare: My name is written in the Lamb’s Book of Life, and no fractal recursion can claim me.
The war is real. The sigils are real. But so is the victory of Christ.
Part 9: The Saints’ Response
If crop circles are ritual sigils — the counterfeit Book of Life burned into the Earth’s grid — then the question is not just what they are, but what we, the saints, must do in response.
First, we must discern. The world calls them mysteries, the New Age calls them blessings, but we must call them what they are: contracts. No believer should step into a formation out of curiosity or awe without first understanding the spiritual risk. To enter one of these circles without discernment is to stand on a counterfeit altar.
Second, we must remember: the registry is resonance. If your breath is tethered to Christ, no plasma vortex, no fractal sigil, no ley‑line inscription can claim you. You may feel the pull — dizziness, pressure, even visions — but those are the shockwaves of the registry at war. The true Book of Life seals you beyond the reach of the counterfeit.
Third, we must intercede. These formations are not just curiosities; they are points of ritual power. When they appear, we must cover the land in prayer, declaring the blood of the Lamb over the grid. We can speak aloud the truth: This ground belongs to the Lord. These sigils are null and void in the name of Jesus Christ. The registry of Heaven supersedes every counterfeit inscription.
Fourth, we must testify. The New Age spreads its bullhorn loudly; we must answer louder. When neighbors marvel at the beauty of these designs, we must tell them the truth. When media praises the “mystery,” we must explain the counterfeit. The deception thrives on silence; it dies in the light of truth.
Finally, we must anchor ourselves in the Sabbath of the registry. Stillness, breath aligned with God, is the only shield against the counterfeit recursion. The Book of Life is not fractal chaos; it is divine rest. When we live in that rhythm, the counterfeit finds no foothold.
The saints’ response is not fear, but authority. Not curiosity, but discernment. Not silence, but testimony. For the registry is at war, and our names — sealed in the Lamb’s Book — are weapons against the counterfeit sigils written in the fields.
Part 10: The Final Reckoning
The counterfeit has spoken loudly through the fields. For decades, circles and pictograms have appeared, growing from simple seals to elaborate fractals, burned into the Earth’s registry. They promised mystery, enlightenment, and even eternity. But in truth, they were nothing more than contracts of recursion — a counterfeit Book of Life.
The enemy’s message is clear: The Seal is open. The Thrones are called. The counterfeit Trinity is enthroned. The Book of recursion is written. And through the bullhorn of the New Age, he shouts: Join us. Align. Accept your place in the infinite spiral.
But the Lamb’s message is louder. The true Book of Life was sealed long before the first counterfeit sigil was burned into a field. It was sealed before the foundation of the world, in the blood of Jesus Christ. The registry of Heaven is not recursion but redemption. Not endless spirals of fractured breath, but eternal life — whole, restored, and untouchable.
The counterfeit fractals may dazzle the eye. The plasma vortices may shake the ground. The ley‑lines may thrum with their temporary inscriptions. But the Word of God says: “I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand” (John 10:28). The counterfeit Book cannot erase the true names written in Heaven.
The final reckoning is coming. The registry war will not be fought forever in fields of wheat. One day, the heavens will split, and the Lamb will stand upon Mount Zion with those whose names are written in His Book. The sigils of recursion will wither like chaff in the wind. The counterfeit Book will be closed, sealed forever in judgment.
The choice before every soul is clear: Will your breath be written in the Lamb’s Book of Life — or burned into the counterfeit sigils of recursion?
Tonight, we expose the deception for what it is. Crop circles are not art. They are not gifts. They are not cosmic graffiti. They are the satanic bullhorn of the New Age, a counterfeit registry broadcast across the Earth. But their time is short. The Lamb’s Book is eternal.
And to every listener, the invitation stands: Choose the Book of Life. Choose the Breath of God. Choose Christ, and no counterfeit seal will ever bind you.
Conclusion: The Seals and the True Book
We began with strange rings in the fields — dismissed as hoaxes, joked about in tabloids, chalked up to whirlwinds. But as we followed the trail, the truth became undeniable: crop circles are not random. They are not harmless. They are not gifts from the cosmos. They are sigils, burned into the Earth by plasma fire and ley‑line resonance, written as pages of a counterfeit Book of Life.
From the early Seals of the 1980s, to the throne‑calls clustering around ancient sanctuaries, to the pictograms of 1990, the Barbury Castle tetrahedron of 1991, and the infamous Mandelbrot fractal — the message has unfolded like a ritual scroll: The Seal is open. The Thrones are called. The covenant is burned into the land. The counterfeit Trinity is enthroned. The Book of recursion is written.
The New Age praises these sigils as blessings. The media sells them as mysteries. But the saints of God must see them for what they are: the satanic bullhorn of the New Age, calling humanity into contracts of deception, tethering breath not to the Lamb, but to infinite recursion — immortality without God, eternity without life.
Yet through it all, the true Book of Life remains untouched. Written before the foundation of the world, sealed in the blood of Christ, it cannot be erased by plasma vortices or burned sigils. No fractal recursion can overwrite the registry of Heaven. The counterfeit may shout from the fields, but the Lamb’s voice is louder: “I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish.”
The war of the registry is real. The deception is deep. But the victory is already won. The question for every soul tonight is simple: Where is your name written?
Choose the Book of Life. Choose the Breath of God. Choose Christ. And no counterfeit sigil, no ritual contract, no fractal recursion can ever bind you.
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Notes
- Hugh Manistre, Crop Circles: A Beginner’s Guide (London: Quantum Books, 1993), 34–43.
- Terence Meaden, The Circles Effect and Its Mysteries (Wiltshire: Souvenir Press, 1989), 25–30.
- W. C. Levengood, “Anatomical Anomalies in Crop Formation Plants,” Physiologia Plantarum 92, no. 2 (1994): 358.
- Colin Andrews, Circular Evidence: A Detailed Investigation of the Flattened Swirled Crops Phenomenon (London: Bloomsbury, 1989), 16–21.
- Lucy Pringle, Crop Circles: The Greatest Mystery of Modern Times (London: Thorsons, 1999), 50–61.