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MEDITATION, THE HORN
SOUND AND OTHER EVENTS (pages 183-9)
(SEE MORSE
94 also)
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| Orgone 94 Andy
Collins (left) and Rodney Hale during the hot summer of
'94. The white box is an orgone device based on Reich's
work. |
Call of the Shaman
I have described the events leading up to the Furious Host
meditations (one of several types employed in Orgone 94 - JPH)
in the light of what was to transpire when they actually took
place. Some of what follows mav seem a little hard to swallow
and perhaps out of character with the rest of this book: however.
I feel it is worth citing in its entirety.Six people took part
in the Friday lunchtime meditation on Woodborough Hill which
was conducted by Debbie. The visualisation featured her recall
of the 'wild women' ceremony conducted in the presence of children
at the crossroads in the great woods she first saw in her mind
during the initial meditation in April. The whole experiment
was monitored using the usual equipment and a steadv increase
in the background radiation count was, once again, registered
during the meditational period. Aside from this result. however,
no further anomalies were reported.
The Orgone 94 team returned to the hill shortly after nine
o'clock that evening to set up the equipment for the final experiment.
For this we were joined bv a whole host of visitors including
German journalist Jurgen Kronig, farmer Polly Carson, Austrian
crop circle researchers Oliver Stummer and Daniela Schroter,
as well as John and Julie Wakefield.
The pre-control period began at 21.27 and following the call
for meditation nine people took their places in the circle -
Polly Carson, Jurgen Kronig. John Wakefield. Earthquest members
Duncan Bittle and Grace Carey, Sue and Andy Batey from West
Overton, and, of course, Debbie who once again conducted the
session. Oliver Stummer monitored the Jupiter radiation counter,
Rodney Hale tended the electromagnetic instrumentation, while
Karl Dawkins and myself operated the camera and video equipment,
which was directed north-east, through the group of meditators,
towards Tawsmead Copse. Standing with us were Julie Wakefield
and her friend. Kevin NIuttett.
The sky was perfectly clear, the air was warm and there was
a very slight southerly wind (at 7 knots, according to the meteorological
office at RAF Lyneham). Bv the time the meditation got under
way at 21.42, the sun had vanished and the light was fading
fast The wind began gusting some one minute into the session
and continued to do so periodically for the next several minutes.
Photographs were taken at 21.42 and 21.47 without incident and
then, at exactly 21.51, the tenth minute into the meditation.
those gathered around the camera bank heard the sound of voices
approaching from the direction of the trees, just beyond the
southern extremes of the hill-top. All could plainly hear what
appeared to be several people talking all at once, in between
the clear sound of children laughing and yelling.
My first reaction was one of mild frustration.
Quite obviously a group of people with children was ascending
the only path onto the hill and very soon they would appear
over the ridge and make their way over to our position; this
was all we needed to spoil the meditation. Unexpectedly, we
each then heard a distinct sound identified as a long horn blast
- one single note lasting for approximately two and a half seconds.
The video recording of the experiment records that this noise
took place nine minutes and 17 seconds into the meditation.
It happened again inside a minute (although on this and on all
subsequent occasions it was not picked up by the audio mic)
as the cacophony of voices grew steadily louder, leading us
to jokingly suggest that the commotion heralded the approach
of the Wild Hunt.
Seeing my frustration, Julie Wakefield finally said: 'I'll
go and talk to them,' assuming that she could persuade the visitors
to either keep the noise down or leave the hill completely.
At this moment Paul Hailey, who had been approaching the group
by making a long perambulation around the outside of the 'background'
EM coil, arrived at the camera bank.
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Morse
94. I walked up from the van
(past the camera position) to join the others on the
hill. The shaman was singing! (Pic by Paul Hailey)
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He revealed that as he had approached the southern edge of
the hill he had distinctly heard the sound of low chanting of
the sort that an Amerindian medicine man might make when in
a trance. It had appeared to be close and had continued until
he was within sight of the meditational group, a time period
of perhaps two to three minutes. He assumed it had originated
from the group of meditators and so wondered what they were
doing as chanting was not normally used in such sessions.
On the other side of the hill Julie
now approached the copse of trees with the sound of the male
voices and children laughing and yelling directly in front of
her. She continued down-hill towards the wooden stile, over
which anyone must pass if approaching from the Woodborough barns.
Half way between the edge of the trees and the wooden stile,
she became aware that the aural commotion seemed to be right
upon her. It was coming from all sides - voices, some of adults,
some of children, laughing, talking. yelling - and yet despite
all this she could see no one at all. Deeply perplexed, she
continued on. assuming she would be able to see more from the
stile. The voices then ceased, but still she could periodically
discern the peculiar horn-like noise as well as a strange, low
chant which, like Paul Hailey, she later compared to the sound
an Amerindian shaman might make when in a trance. It seemed
to be coming from just metres away. and on reaching the stile
she climbed onto its wooden step hoping to trace the source
of the voices. In silence, she gazed around her and realised
that she was completely alone. No one was hiding in the thickets,
or concealing themselves in the ripened wheat fields below.
Yet still the clear sound of the low shamanic chant continued
unabated. Most eerie of all, the only signs of life she did
notice as this vocal cacophony came to an end were small animals,
rabbits most probably, scurrying wildly about in the nearby
undergrowth as if greatly disturbed by something; never before
had she noticed this type of uncharacteristic behaviour in local
fauna.
Julie waited and listened for another couple of minutes before
returning to the camera bank and revealing what had occurred.
I cannot doubt her word in this matter. At the time she was
highly mystified and unnerved by the whole experience, but later,
once she had begun to unwind at The Barge Inn, Honey Street,
she became quite overwhelmed by what had happened. She later
admitted that the event had so profoundly affected her that
she had been unable to get it out of her mind for over a week.
The rest of the meditation had gone without incident. However,
on analysing the results it was found that Rodney Hale's triple-tubed
Geiger counter had registered a dramatic increase in the background
count rate during the meditation. This was confirmed on the
Jupiter counter which also measured a similar rise. Furthermore,
the local EM channel had recorded a whole sequence of low frequency
oscillations, the most in any one experiment for the entire
week. These had begun during the first minute of meditation
and had petered out one minute into the post-control period
at a point when those taking part had still been seated in a
circle. Even without any knowledge of what had happened. some
of the meditators later revealed that they had come out of the
visualisation so 'spaced out', they had still felt like they
were in an altered state of consciousness some hours later.
Screaming Goats or Rutting Deer?
Peculiarly enough. none of the meditational group, or those
monitoring the equipment, heard any voices whatsoever. Most
did, however, hear one or more of the strange sounds identified
by those positioned at the camera bank as long horn blasts.
Some, however, interpreted them in a different way. Polly Carson
initially identified the sounds as one of her goats screaming
in agony a noise she had heard before. So much had she believed
this that she nearly broke the circle, feeling that she should
return to the farm and deal with the problem. It was not until
after the meditation that she had begun questioning this explanation.
Although she still describes the sound as like a goat in pain,
she realised that the farm's own two goats could not have been
responsible for the noise as at the time they were located 1.3
km north-west of Woodborough Hill. Since there was a gusting
southerly wind during the period of the meditation it would
have meant that any animal noises would have originated from
this direction. In addition to this, no one heard anything at
the Old Manor and the goats were found to be in perfect health
upon Polly's return around 23.30 that evening.
This left the possibility that the strange sounds were in fact
made by some other animinal, a rutting deer perhaps. Although
most types of deer rut in October, roe deer rut between mid
July and mid August. The sounds they make might be described
as sounding like horns or the cries of a goat, so could they
have been to blame for the curious sounds? Roe deer are known
to inhabit the area and have been seen on the Alton Barnes estate,
especially around Tawsmead Copse, so there is always a possibility
that this was the case. This solution does, however, pose a
few fundamental problems. Firstly, the sounds were coming from
the south where only corn fields, the Woodborough barns and
the Kennet and Avon Canal are to he found, and these are not
normally the habitat fisr rutting deer. Secondly, Julie failed
to see any sign of deer when she had stood on the stile and
stared out across the open fields towards Woodborough Barns
in the half light, though the horn blasts had seemed to be coming
from just metres away.
In addition to this, John and Julie Wakefield lived in a caravan
at the base of Woodborough Hill for over a year - and say they
never once heard the sound of rutting deer. Polly Carson confirmed
this fact, adding that she is familiar with the noises deer
make and feels that what she and others heard that night is
incompatible with this sound. What's more, those who did hear
the strange sounds all agree that they sounded as if they were
relatively close, possibly only 100m or so away. This is borne
out by the fact that the video equipment has preserved this
sound on tape and yet it failed to record any of the phantom
voices. Those who have listening to this recording confirm that
the noise is that of a horn, not an animal of some kind.
Appeasing Hela
There was obvious excitement among the assembled party after
the realisation of what had just occurred. Yet more important
was to establish from Debbie the exact contents of the meditation,
bearing in mind that only Polly had known the full details of
the original Hosts of Hela material. As those taking part will
confirm, following some simple breathing exercises and the raising
of the cone of power, Debbie had asked everyone to visualise
the torch-lit procession approaching the crossroads in the darkness
carrying aloft a young man. Before the silhouetted crowd walked
a wild shaman, covered in animal skins, tattoos and dried blood.
On reaching the central clearing the young man is made to sit
down and face north. The crowd then move slowly around the crouched
figure and begin to chant and bang drums and bells. They gradually
increase in speed and fervour until he is writhing around in
a trance and small globes of orange light are moving towards
him through the trees. They then stop abruptly as the shaman
raises his arms and starts chanting an invocation. Once this
has been completed they leave behind the seated figure and depart
the area. As the silhouetted crowd disappear in the distance,
the entranced man discerns, coming from the south, a low vibration
in the ground, a distant rumble that gradually increases in
strength until it becomes a constant drone of thunder and horses'
hooves.
Neither the meditators or the man are permitted to look around
at what approaches, even as the dreadful din grows steadily
louder. Not until the very last moment, when the sounds are
right upon them, were those taking part allowed to turn around
and witness, all at once, the dark silhouetted riders racing
through the air upon black horses with eyes of burning light,
fiery exhalations spurting from their gaping jaws and glowing
balls of fire keeping pace with the hunt. The victim is then
yanked upwards by the clutches of unseen hands and carried high
over Tawsmead Copse until the whole nightmare slowly fades into
the darkness. With the yearly offering of a human soul made
in the name of Hela, the crops could now be harvested without
fear of storms or blight. The meditators were then asked to
return in mind to Woodborough Hill and see the cone of power
being slowly dismantled.
These were the essential elements of the 29-minute meditation,
and this is all it was - a meditation featuring creative visualisation.
So could there have been a direct link between its vivid imagery,
played out in the mindscape of those involved, and the very
real sound effects heard by Karl Dawlcins, Paul Hailey, Kevin
Muttett, Julie Wakefield and myself? The answer is quite clearly
yes. None of us were aware of exactiy what visualisation Debbie
was going to use. Yet despite this there are clear elements
of what she had asked the group to visualise in what occurred
that night. For instance, there was the approach of mature voices
from the south, the direction from which the Furious Host was
seen to come. There was the repeated sound of horn blasts, like
those that accompanied the Wild Hunt seen at night in the deer
park and woods around Peteiborough in Northants and Stamford
in Lincolnshire, according to the entry in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle
for AD 1127. On this occasion of its appearance it was said
that 'a pack of huntsmen in full cry' rode spectral black horses
alongside 'black bucks' and 'pitch black' hounds 'with staring
hideous eyes'. There was also the shamanic chanting heard at
two different locations at least 200 m apart - this matched
the chanting of the shaman invoking the Furious Host (no meditator
actually chanted aloud). Lastly, there was the clear sound of
children approaching - the souls of unbaptised children were
taken by the night riders of the Furious Host.
I re-emphasise that no one, not even myself, was aware of exactly
what Debbie intended using in the two meditations on Friday,
29 July 1994.1 had some idea, of course, but these thoughts
would have been lost in the constant co-ordination of the Orgone
94 monitoring programme. If this can be accepted then the most
bizarre aspect of this affair is that the aural commotion, including
the shamanic chanting, occurred between the tenth and fourteenth
minute of the 29-minute meditation. Knowing that the preliminary
breathing exercises and raising of the cone of power takes around
seven to eight minutes to complete, then the Furious Host visitalisation
would hardly have begun when the strange events occurred; this
is confirmed by those meditators who actually heard the horn
blasts soon after the raising of the cone of power. In other
words, the audible sounds, especially chanting, appeared to
pre empt the sequence of imaginary events created by Debbie
during her meditation.
'Supernatural thing'
If the sound of the voices and the horn blasts were paranormal
effects, then what on earth, then what on earth was happening
on Woodborough Hill that night? Firstly, it is important to
remember that particular experiment also produced noticeable
radiation increases and more low frequency oscillations than
at any other time that week. All this strongly hints at the
fact thet the meditation was having its desired effect - modifying
instrumental and environmental conditions through unconscious
non-local interaction or psychokinesis. Indeed I have to admit
that in this capacity the Furious Host meditation worked better
than any of the extra-terrestrial meditations we had conducted
on previous days. With this in mind, it is therefore not outside
the realms of possibility that the human mind had also catalysed
the manifestation of sound effects impregnated into the fabric
of the localised energy matrix through past human interaction
with the site, whether in Saxon or more recent times. Again,
this may seem as if we are going outside the parameters set
during the earlier phases of this book, but read on.
There are already precedents for paranormal sounds of precisely
this nature occurring in Wiltshire. For example, Kathleen Wiltshire
recorded that the 'sounds of horses galloping, chains rattling
and horns blowing' were associated with a round harrow named
Gun's Church in the parish of High Deverill, near Warminster.
This spectral activity was seen as evidence of a 'phantom hunt'
that, although linked with the ghost of an eighteenth-century
lord of the manor, almost certainly has Norse origins.
Kathleen Wiltshire also recorded details of a 'haunted field'
bordering Berricot lane, Badbury, near Chiseldon. A Mrs Trixie
Setman of Iterricot lane was out walking her dog when it suddenly
froze to the spot and displayed 'signs of terror'. The animal
was trembling all over and refused to budge. Puzzled, Mrs Selman
and her two children then clearly heard the sound of 'many children's
voices and laughter, which went on and on.' Moving on with a
very reluctant dog, the three searched the field for the source
of this joviality but found nothing. Returning to the same spot,
situated next to a gate, they again heard the children's voices.
Passing back through the gate into the adjoining field they
could hear nothing, but on returning once more to the original
spot the same sounds were discerned. The party repeated the
process several times, always receiving the same result. Eventually
they concluded that it must be some kind of 'supernatural thing'
and thereafter spoke of the location as the 'haunted field'.
These events took place in 1961. Eight years later when the
field made way for the M4, 'the remains of a Roman villa' were
apparently unearthed.
If we can accept these accounts at face value, and also accept
that the unaccountable vocal cacophony heard on Woodborough
Hill was indeed a 'supernatural thing', then it is possible
that if Saxon processions and dark goddess rites did ever take
place in Tawsmead Copse around the beginning of August, then
conducting the meditation at the correct time of year increased
our chances of success. Of course, this knowledge could simply
have induced the right psychological state of mind in those
taking part, or perhaps the human mind is naturally more receptive
at certain times of the year. It could also be possible that
the annual solar cycle temporarily recreates an energy-related
environment receptive to the sort of activities once conducted
in the same area - in this case rites to appease Hela, the Norse
goddess of the underworld.
We had hoped and expected that the Furious Host meditations
would catalyse the appearance of mysterious light phenomena
over Tawsmead Copse. And yet other than the glistening, golden
light witnessed by Paul Hailey on Thursday, 28 July, this was
not to be the case. Instead, something quite unexpected had
occurred - an unaccountable vocal commotion of no apparent human
origin. This I must accept until such time as I know otherwise.
The Last Laugh
In the wake of the excitement surrounding Orgone 94's final
'terrestrial'-based experiment, the rest of the group departed
Woodborough Hill leaving Paul Hailey and myself to quietly reflect
on the week's activities. We remained on the hill until two
o'clock the next morning and in this time, despite constantly
scanning the skies, we saw nothing out of the ordinary.
On the other side of Fast Field, however, it was quite another
story. Tom and Kerry Blower from Cardiff were sky-watching from
their vehicle in Knap Hill car-park when around midnight they
noticed something highly unusual above Woodborough Hill. Looking
closer they could see three square lights - one white, one orange
and the other red - stacked one above the other at a slight
angle as if mounted vertically on the underside of an invisible
object shaped like a spinning-top. In sequence, these lights
continually blinked out to be immediately replaced by an identical
set on their right-hand side. In turn these would then blink
out and be replacad by a similar set, and so on and so forth
until after a fifth line of lights had blinked out the invisible
object would be left momentarily in darkness as the lights on
its reverse side presumably continued the sequence. The first
set of lights would then re-appear and the whole sequence would
start again. This light spectacular continued for some 60 seconds
before the couple made a grab for their video recorder. Holding
it in position they pressed the operate button, only to find
that the battery was flat. Replacing it quickly, they were frustrated
to find that this battery was also flat even though both had
been fully charged only a few hours beforehand.
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Sketch by Tom and Kerry
Blower explaining the mysterious sequences of 'square'
coloured lights they witnessed directly over Woodborough
Hill during the late evening of 29 July 1994. At the
time Paul Hailey and the author were relaxing on the
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All they could do was continue to watch the revolving light
display from their elevated position for an estimated three
to four minutes. During this time they became certain that it
was positioned directiy over Woodborough Hill at a height of
no more than 30 m above the copse of trees crowning the summit.
So clear were these strange tights that when they did finally
extinguish, Tom and Kerry Blower concluded that they must have
been connected with the Orgone 94 experimentation - some sort
of aerial balloon perhaps. Furthermore, shortly after this event
they also saw bursts of light, like 'fireworks fanning out',
that appeared to come from the side of the hill. Others apparently
joined them by their vehicle who had also seen this 'firework'
display. They too concluded that this activity must have been
connected with the Orgone 94 experiments.
Well, I can safely assure Tom and Kerry Blower that none of
this was connected with Orgone 94 in any way, shape or form.
Furthermore, neither Paul Hailey or myself saw any rotating
lights above Woodborough Hill. I have often been accused of
being 'blind', but I fall to see how either of us could have
missed such blatant aerial activity, whatever it's origin. It
was for this reason that I later asked Tom and Kerry Blower
if they were sure the lights had been positioned above Woodborough
Hill. There response was emphatic - yes, they had been positioned
directly over the copse of trees!
The weather that night had been fine and clear so there is
very little chance that what the Blowers saw was some kind of
laser light show bouncing off low cloud, so how might we explain
what they quite clearly witnessed that night? Perhaps there
is a logical explanation for what they saw, but if so, then
why did neither Paul Hailey nor I see of what was going on?
There are too many cases in ufological history where one set
of witnesses see inexplicable aerial phenomena, while another
group of people down then road see nothing, so the Blower's
sighting cannot he dismissed lightly. In the light of the results
obtained during the Furious Host meditation only an hour or
so beforehand, the lilelihood of aerial light phenomena occurring
in the vicinity was, I believe, extremely high. The fact that
the stacked sequences of square tights were seen directly over
both Woodborugh Hill, and our own heads, shortly after the completion
of the final Orgone 94 experiment, seemed like the cosmic joker's
last laugh, particularly in view of our opinions regarding structured
spacecraft, and perhaps there really is a message in here somewhere.
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