Livingry and Killingry

Posted by on April 12, 2012

I live in a little house below the northern shoulder of the charmed and charming Pewsey Vale. A ten minute drive to the east brings me to to Alton Barnes (a drive that passes dozens of historic crop circle locations) while a ten minute northward journey along the A361 will bring me to Avebury, again bypassing innumerable crop circle sites.

This is an enchanted zone!

Yet a mere fifteen minutes to the south will bring me onto Salisbury Plain, one of the largest military areas in Europe. Occasionally, fighter planes hurtle low and deafening overhead. More often gigantic four-engined Hercules transports perform equally loud circuits across the sky. Regularly, when the boys are at artillery practice, the days are punctuated by the sound of massive distant explosions. Military helicopters over East Field are a common sight.

How could this magical area be so close to a training centre for destruction? This is incongruous. Buckminster Fuller continually bemoaned our obsession with “killingry” and rumour has it that our planet is quarantined because of our lack of respect for life. Perhaps this is why contact is taking so long.

It is a reassurance that the circles seem – emphatically – to be on the side of livingry.