Stripling Warriors' Mom: Sacred Geometry and Crop Circles

Friday, October 24, 2008

Sacred Geometry and Crop Circles

Ever since I was in grade school I've had the fascination of geometric designs and old enough to have a pencil with compass. It was one of my favorite things to do to make my own creations and color them and draw.

The significance of crop circles and similar geometric designs are a mystery even still. You don't see much about them. I couldn't figure out how the TV was on CNN one minute and on science the next. It must be because I had my TV on CNN and a few channels from a science station (Discovery) came up.

It is like the channel switched itself, but maybe I had touched the remote and it moved to this channel. Kind of Twilight Zone-ish. Anyway, a few years ago there were a couple of crop circles in Spanish Fork that strangely appeared.

There are no answers to this phenomenon, just a lot more questions. There are no concrete answers as yet to satisfy the (my) curious mind.

These photographs were images that were of six crop circles. Quite artsy.

2 comments:

Joanna said...: mom,
Many of the crop circles that have been found in England have been proven to be put there by pranksters.

Michael; October 28, 2008 at 8:30 PM
Ron and Anna said...: Michael,

It must be a conspiracy, right?

Mom....; October 29, 2008 at 6:37 PM

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Power to Act in God's Name

I believe and know very strongly that, " A man, young or old never stands taller than when he is doing his priesthood duties or responsibilities. Be it station as a Deacon, Teacher, Priest, Elder, High Priest, Home teacher, priesthood holder husband, father, son or grandfather, Bishop, or Prophet of God. He has a mantle about him that emanates and gives him the authority to act in God's name, and uses it in righteousness. It is a blessing to him and his family. To this I know that he raises the bar in doing his duty to God and his fellow man.”

" I stand in awe of the goodness that pervades within that soul who honors and lives up to his priesthood calling with a pure heart. It is evident to me and cannot be hidden. I believe that quality shines in their countenances and His image is radiated in their face's.

Insights by Anna 11.22.09

Touch of The Master's Hand

And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
" It was battered and scarred,
Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch