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appeared out here in the desert--not exactly crop
circles, but unnatural patterns in the sand. Again, I felt drawn, no, more like
compelled, to visit them. I decided to take some time off from my job to work
more on self-healing, and made arrangements to come here. That's when I started
hearing the voice."
    Margaret paused to sip herbal tea from the
ceramic mug at her side. The shaman watched her sort out her thoughts and
wondered if Margaret was the person she had dreamed about. For several months,
she had dreamed that someone of the earth was coming, someone more deeply
connected to the earth than anyone ever before, but the images had been
unclear. The woman before her was a shock because she was not Native American,
but white with lightly tanned skin, deep emerald, oval eyes framed by heavy
dark lashes under straight, reddish-brown eyebrows. The strong face showed
traces of humor in the deep dimples when she smiled and the fine laugh lines
around the eyes. A light scattering of freckles across the bridge of her
straight nose gave Margaret a look of youth not totally congruent with her
stated age of thirty-eight. Yes, the shaman thought, this might be the one from
the dreams, the one who will be the connection.
    "Please continue," the shaman said, leaning
forward with interest.
    Margaret glanced at her and smiled, saying, "So
you still want to hear my story? Hmm, I'm not quite sure what that means--either
you're as nutty as I am or my story has more validity than I thought--and I think
I'd prefer it if we were both crazy! All right, here's the rest of it. I came
here and saw the crop circles in the sand. I'd read of them appearing in ice,
but these were the first I'd seen in sand. I guess we shouldn't even call them
crop circles since there weren't any crops on the ice or sand--but they were the
same kinds of patterns as crop circles. And they were amazing, more elaborate
than anything I'd heard of. I hired a small plane to fly over so I could get
pictures. Then I studied the pictures and somehow, I don't know how, they
started to make sense. It was like a puzzle, finding a key that allows you to
decipher a code, and suddenly, I could read them! It was a message."
    Margaret fell silent, remembering the excitement
and stunned surprise she had felt. How to describe it? "I don't know how to
explain what that felt like. There I was in my hotel room thinking I'd
discovered something wonderful, yet not knowing how I did it. I have to say, I
wondered if I needed to be on major psychotropic drugs at that point. I'm a
person who needs logic, things need to make sense in my life, and this made no
sense at all. I mean, the message made sense, but the voice and my figuring out
the code to the crop circles...well, it was just impossible! Yet, there it was.
After a few days of looking over other photos of the circles from various
places around the world, I realized that I was getting better at it, that I
could understand almost all of them. And the whole time that was going on, the
voice was becoming clearer, more understandable. Finally, it dawned on me that
the voice must be providing the translating key, the information I needed to
de-code the crop circle pictograms. I still don't feel I understand all of
this, but I also feel strongly that it is happening, that it's real, and that I
need to learn more, to know what to do with the information I'm getting."
    The shaman asked, "This voice, do you know who
or what it is?"
    "I was hoping you could tell me. I have an idea,"
Margaret replied.
    Irene waited and nodded encouragement for her to
go on.
    Margaret hesitated, and then blurted out, "I
think it's the voice of the planet, of the Earth. I don't know if you've read
any of Lockley's books, but if I had to put a name to it, I'd say it was the
voice of Gaia, the planetary consciousness--the mind of the Earth."
    "Ahhh," sighed Irene, a large smile creasing the
deeply tanned skin of her face.
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