I visited Stonehenge in 1992, on a backpacking trip with a friend after we graduated college.
I didn't feel anything wonderful or horrible, just a sort of sense of a slumbering awareness in the ground. Maybe that was my imagination, maybe it was some sort of earth-spirit or something, maybe it was just the accumulated and somehow recorded memories or something of all the people who had visited the place over time. It wasn't earth-shattering or anything, but it was kind of nice.
On a subject related to standing stones, has anyone read the Outlander book series, by Diana Gabaldon? BRILLIANT stuff, that! I love the series!
I didn't feel anything wonderful or horrible, just a sort of sense of a slumbering awareness in the ground. Maybe that was my imagination, maybe it was some sort of earth-spirit or something, maybe it was just the accumulated and somehow recorded memories or something of all the people who had visited the place over time. It wasn't earth-shattering or anything, but it was kind of nice.
On a subject related to standing stones, has anyone read the Outlander book series, by Diana Gabaldon? BRILLIANT stuff, that! I love the series!