I believe the true purpose of the crop art is to be a bridge: a functional, usable connecting link between ordinary humans and the bigger insights about who and what we really are and what we may actually be here to do.

…this area of England is a place of power, throbbing with magnetic terrestrial currents that meet and concentrate at nodes like nerve centers — or energetic meridian points — in the body.  Ancient peoples felt this energy and lived in relationship with it, building stone circles and earthworks that allowed them to raise and praise the natural forces, to worship the sacred feminine, Mother Earth, and in so doing, experience their highest connection to the divine…

By inviting us to walk this terrain again, even if it’s just to cut past an ancient megalith on the way to a wheat field, the crop formations may serve another purpose. They reawaken in our ancient memory some long-forgotten wisdom, such as how to work with the laws of nature, the value of devotion to the goddess and the mother, and how to cultivate a relationship to a vaster cosmology that could guide us again today.

…today’s crop circles may be enticements more than meaningful symbols. They exist to draw us back, through a numinous sense of delight and desire, to converge at sacred sites again en masse. We then become quite useful participants in some planetary critical care. Vibrating with excitement, we’re the acupuncture needles that the earth is using to heal herself…

The intricate basket weaving of overlapping stem, the graceful swirls and eddies of unbroken stalks, and the sometimes palpable charge of energy you can feel amongst the formations — these effects can’t be created simply to trigger inner awareness. To be truly useful in an age of great awakening, mystical phenomena must catalyze outward action too…

I think that’s partly why the medium of cereals is so perfect for this moment. In addition to bringing our attention to Demeter, goddess of the harvest, and sparking a renewed reverence for everything ripe and feminine, it makes for transcendent art with a shelf life. These pictograms are like temporary temples whose demolition is already planned-we already know the installation will get dismantled just as soon as harvest week hits…

And that’s part of their power. We’re not gazing at images etched into the side, say, of Mount Rushmore or even of the pyramids, sacred geometries frozen in stone to inspire endless contemplation. These things appear quickly in fast-growing life forms. They invite us to get off our couch and hike inside them before they dissolve back into the land. Come see us, be moved by us, and then go! they seem to say. Let us flick on a little light in you, but then get back in your car/camper van/tourist bus and take that inspiration on the road.