A couple months later the airline sent me to Miami, Florida, for L1011 autopilot training. After the training was completed, I had to go through London to get back to Saudi. I figured I might as well take Brenda up on her offer. Remember Brenda? The cute British flight attendant with the adorable accent I had met in Jeddah.
She met me at Heathrow Airport and insisted I stay with her. I had no problem with that. Sleeping alone was not on my agenda.
I rented a car that had the steering wheel on the wrong side. Now how could that happen?
(BEEP BEEP! Hey Yank, get on the other side of the road!).
I thought they were going the wrong way. DUH! Turned out to be the bloody Yank.
Brenda was thrilled to show me around England. It’s not a very big country. We attended the theater in famous Piccadilly Square, visited Hyde Park, and went to the beach. She introduced me to tea and Yorkshire pudding. To my surprise, afternoon tea was actually a full meal. I was expecting a cup of tea.
We cruised the countryside and suddenly, in one particular area, I started getting nervous, because I felt that tingling sensation arise again. It was just a slight feeling, like I had had at the pyramids in Egypt, but not nearly as strong as I had felt in the Oklahoma cornfield and in Carmel’s monastery grounds. We were at a place called Stonehenge.
An air of mystery broods over Stonehenge, located in the English county of Wiltshire. It is one of the most famous sites in the world, composed of earthworks surrounding a circular setting of large stones believed to have been erected around 2500 BC. It was built by a culture that left no written records. Theories of the site’s purpose include use as an astronomical observatory or as a religious site. It’s still a mystery where the stones came from and how and why they were erected.
Learned men from all fields of science, as well as spiritualists, clairvoyants, and cranks, have studied the site to try to uncover the secrets of its past. Who built it, over four thousand years ago? Was it a temple of the sun? A royal palace? A magical shrine? An observatory for studying the heavens? Could it be a gigantic computer built centuries before the Greeks mastered mathematics? And why was I feeling a connection to this place?
In 1977, visitors were allowed to walk among the stones and even touch them. As I touched one stone, I had an immediate awareness that was impossible to describe. My mind seemed to turn inside out. Strange flashbacks sprung from my memories. Flashbacks that made no sense. I withdrew my hand from the stone and felt normal again, expect that the hair on my arms were still dancing.
“What’s the matter, Tom,” Brenda asked? “You look like you have seen a ghost.”
“I think I am ready to leave,” I replied.
I dared not touch another stone. A few weeks after my visit, Stonehenge was roped off and visitors were no longer allowed to touch the stones. The reason given was because of serious erosion. Erosion? I don’t think so. Come on man, this place had existed for over 4,000 years and suddenly there are erosion problems?
As I write this story, there have been a lot of ufo sightings over Stonehenge. Could there be a few alien ghosts wandering the grounds at Stonehenge?
One day, perhaps, the answers to all of these questions will be known? Or will these colossal stones guard their secret forever? Their secrets were safe that day, because I left there feeling like a lost soul in an unknown world.
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