My True Story of Time Travel to Year 4600 B.C. — A Stonehenge ‘Flyover’

The author details a thrilling account of “projecting” his consciousness back to England’s Neolithic-era Salisbury Plains to observe a stunning Stonehenge ritual celebration

Today I return to my special series I call: ADVENTURES IN CONSCIOUSNESS.

These are true stories recounting my travels to:

Parallel Worlds
Alternate Universes
Different Eras of Time
Lucid Dream Destinations
Out-of-Body Experience (OBE) locales
Coordinates assigned via Remote Viewing

And … well, I think you get the picture. Whether it’s traveling to a parallel universe or time-traveling, my approach is to learn as much as I can about how others have used various methods to achieve their goals, and how I might emulate their experiences.

A caveat: It’s true that I have practiced Zen meditation for more than 45 years, and this may have contributed to my ability to access profound esoteric experiences — on the other hand, Zen meditation may have done nothing for me at all in this regard. The bottom line is that Zen is not some mystical, esoteric, or New Age practice. It’s simple, direct, forthright, and no-nonsense, and makes no claims about anything. It has no goal.

One last thing: Before I present my latest experience with time travel in the following article, here are just a few of my previous installments of Adventures in Consciousness that you may want to check out:

The Day I “Slipped” Into a Parallel World

My “Dream Archaeology” Visit to Gobekli Tepe in the 12,000 B.C.

I Make Contact with an Alien Amphibious Race

My Successful Attempt to Project My Consciousness Back to 40,000 B.C.

The Powerful Lucid Dream That Introduced Me to My ‘Dream Guide’

TIME TRAVEL AND THE ‘ACORN CONNECTION’

Now, let’s get on to today’s main event, my story of time travel — and we’ll get there by way of oaks & acorns.

I consider this a special edition of Adventures in Consciousness, not only because I will tell of my experience in “projecting” my awareness back to the year 6400 B.C., but I will also share the special role the ancient food source of acorns played in bringing about the events you are about to read.

As a bonus (skip or skim over it if you prefer), I will present the method I use to gather, process and prepare acorns into a variety of nutritious products, including fragrant and wonderful fresh-baked bread.

Will eating this ancient, pagan ‘Food of the Gods’ facilitate transcendent states of mind that can pave the way for vivid psionic — and very real — journeys to the distant past?

Stay tuned, read on. First, let me tell you about my relationship with acorns and oak trees.

My Personal Relationship with Oaks & Acorns

The first people of my state, Minnesota, the Native Americans, ate a lot of acorns.

My ancient Slavic tribal ancestors, who lived in eastern Europe, did, too. Over in the British Isles, Druids and Celts held the oak tree as sacred. Vast areas of the land that the ancient Greeks called Albion were covered with these nut-bearing hardwood trees. Furthermore, many of Brittania’s oaks were Major Oaks, a giant variety of the tree that is rare these days in the U.K.

According to author and professor of theology James N. Powell, the modern word for “truth” can be traced back to the Proto-Indo-European word for “oak.” Powell also says that the oak tree is struck by lightning more than any other tree, thus bolstering its ancient connection with the gods and pagan concepts of heaven. He writes about it in his book, The Tao of Symbols.

As for myself, I’ve long had an affinity for the oak tree. Many times I said to myself, “One day I am going to collect a whole pile of acorns, shell them, and make something to eat out of them.” That was about 25 years ago. Now I do it almost every autumn.

If you want to gather acorns for food, expect to do a lot of work. Here’s the timeline of my most recent acorn project:

* Collecting one 5-gallon pail of acorns — 1 hour.

* Shelling acorns one at a time with a pair of pliers — 6 hours

* Boiling acorns to remove tannin — 3 hours

* Baking boiled acorns to dry them — 1.5 hours

* Grinding dried acorns into flour — 90 seconds

* Mixing ingredients for acorn bread — 15 minutes

* Baking acorn bread — 30 minutes.

Yes, it’s tedious and labor-intensive. But is it worth it? Yes! First of all, acorn bread tastes like manna from heaven, if manna can be compared to a delicious, fragrant, nutty bread that is slightly sweet and has a moist, wonderful texture.

I dare say that cracking acorns with a pair of pliers one at a time for six hours qualifies as a form of ascetic meditation.

Working with acorns provides a hands-on interaction with Mother Nature and channels the ancient traditions of our ancestors. If you want to feel deeply connected with humanity, and enjoy an earthy, nutty food that is the embodiment of abiding endurance, then a day spent gathering, cracking, boiling, baking and grinding acorns is one way to do it!

BOIL THEM

Acorns should be boiled for at least an hour or two, occasionally changing the water. You tell tannin is being released by the color of the water. It gets clearer as you proceed.

BAKE THEM

Bake your boiled acorns at about 200 degrees in the oven for an hour, or so, or until they are nicely dry.

GRIND INTO POWDER

After you have baked your acorns, it’s time to grind them into flour. I use my Vita-Mix blender. The acorns are quite soft after boiling and drying, so any blender will do, or any food grinder, even a coffee grinder. If you really want to work hard, crush them by hand with a masher, or something.

BAKE SOMETHING!

Mix your acorn flour with regular flour and bake something yummy. You’ll have to experiment. Acorn flour is quite bitter, so a little goes a long way. Most of the time, I add just a quarter cup of flour to 2 or 3 cups of regular flour to get a brown, nutty bread.

MAKE THE EXPERIENCE YOUR OWN

Everyone has different tastes. You can also make a dark acorn bread more akin to, say, banana bread. You’ll have to add a lot of sugar or honey to counter the natural bitterness of acorns. Some people may like the bitterness, however.

Keep in mind, too, that you can use your acorns in a variety of ways — eat them as a mush or cereal, put them in a smoothie, sprinkle them on a salad — you decide.

For me, gathering acorns, processing them, and eating them creates a kind of through-line connection with my European pagan & paleolithic ancestors. It’s an activity that is part of my own kind of Atman Project.

My process also involves making a deep connection with a special oak on my property. It’s pictured below. To make a long story short, I have spent countless hours in a modified form of meditation that involves connecting or melding my consciousness with that of this oak.

My method is surprisingly similar to a practice developed by the brilliant nuclear engineer and consciousness explorer Kevin Cann, a technique he calls “One Breath Eye Tracing Practice.” To read more about Kevin Cann, see my review of his book Platonic Surrealism HERE.

For more than 30 years, I used a technique identical to what Kevin Cann calls “One Breath Eye Tracing Practice” to develop a deep & enduring friendship with this oak tree near my home here in Minnesota. Photo by: KEN KORCZAK

NOW THE MAIN EVENT:

–> MY EXPERIENCE WITH EXOCONSCIOUS TIME TRAVEL

–> MY GOAL: TO VISIT NEOLITHIC BRITAIN “IN PERSON” TO DISCOVER HOW STONEHENGE WAS BUILT

Leveraging a variety of exoconscious exploration techniques to “get answers” about Stonehenge has long been my passion.

Indeed, not a day goes by that I don’t attempt to — somehow, someway — send my mind, consciousness, or even “astral body” back in time with the goal of visiting the Stonehenge site at a time when it was in active use by the ancient people of Neolithic or Copper Age Britain.

The challenge for me is to overcome my lack of natural ability. As I said in my introduction, I am a person who was born with no esoteric gifts or mystical powers — I am not a psychic, clairvoyant, visionary, a seer — or any of those things.

To make up for it, I apply persistence, patience, and a sheer willingness to endure hours of unspeakable boredom. After I learn about some OBE or lucid dream technique, I hunker down and do my best to put these techniques into practice. I keep trying over and over again, 97% of the time with little or no results. I essay some technique every day, sometimes several times a day — for months or years — until I get a result — or not.

For example, I previously had success with an attempt to project my consciousness back to the year 11,000 B.C. so that I could visit the 12,000-year-old monument in Turkey called Göbekli Tepe.

However, that success occurred only after I worked on it every day for 15 months, a period that encompassed more than 1,500 individual sessions in which I programmed a lucid dream journey to gain access to my goal site.

Note: Sometimes I select a lucid dream method, at others I may attempt an OBE-type practice, or at other times I choose a remote viewing kind of protocol. Sometimes, I may also simply sit in a state of deep Zen meditation, having begun my session by “setting an intention” to (insert destination.)

How many times have I attempted to reach the Stonehenge of ancient times?

Well, I’ve lost count. Over the past 10 years or so, rarely a day goes by that I don’t make some effort to “time-travel” to the Salisbury Plains of ancient England— to the Neolithic or Copper Age. In short, I have made thousands of attempts to get there. I have been successful exactly three times over a decade.

Now I will describe what happened the first time I successfully projected myself back to ancient Stonehenge. This incident was brief, but for me, a powerful experience.

A STONEHENGE FLYOVER

As I prepared for sleep one night, I gave myself the suggestion that I would dream about traveling to Stonehenge, and that I would arrive there in ancient times when the site was still actively used by those who created the structure.

It seemed like just a few minutes after falling asleep that I “awoke” to the sensation of flying, as in a classic “flying dream.” I felt that I was soaring at a rapid speed through a twilight sky. The time appeared to be just after sunset.

I soon grasped that I was dreaming, however, and I began to implement the protocols I have learned over the years to become more and more lucid within this scenario and situation. In my lucid dream, I sensed that I was thousands of feet in the air. Looking down through a clear sky, I could discern a broad, mostly flat and greenish landscape below.

At this point, my experience became so realistic, so vivid, and so clear in my mind that I no longer considered it a lucid dream but an objective situation of true out-of-body travel.

Presently, I began to move downward in a broad spiraling descent toward land. As I got closer, I began to discern more details.

The “lay of the land” appeared to be a mixture of open areas of grassy greenery, interspersed with thick growths of trees.

**Minnesota oak-aspen savannah. Photo by KEN KORCZAK**

Indeed, I first thought I was flying above my own and familiar rural northern Minnesota landscape, consisting of our aspen-oak savannah. This is a combination of wooded areas consisting of oaks, aspens, ash, cottonwood, boxelders and other deciduous trees — interspaced with broad areas of open prairie consisting of buffalo grass and turkey foot.

Of course, in our modern times, the Minnesota aspen-oak savannah is punctuated with fields of agricultural land bearing crops or open standing fields of black soil laid bare after plowing and/or cultivating.

But now in my out-of-body scenario, as I descended to an altitude of perhaps 1,000 feet above the Earth’s surface, I detected no modern agricultural fields— rather, I was stunned to see that the earth below seemed to be filled with a veritable ocean of people! It began to look like I was flying over a huge area of parkland where a Woodstock-like rock concert was taking place.

It was a huge gathering, a swarming throng of many thousands of people — and these folks were exuding a sense of raucous activity and an air of enthusiastic celebration!

Just as thousands of people at Woodstock in 1969 were bombed on all kinds of drugs, and/or enthused by the revolutionary aura of the times, it was my powerful intuitive notion that the people I saw below me from my OBE vantage were also experiencing altered states of consciousness induced by some unknown exotic agency.

Magic mushrooms, maybe? Ancient herbal concoctions. Or perhaps they entered an altered state using deep, pagan/shamanic ritual? A combination of both?

Furthermore, a pungent and powerful smoky resonance wafted upward from the surface populated with the throngs of people below. The redolent aroma carried a mouth-watering scent, reminding me of a backyard barbecue where folks were grilling copious quantities of steaks, burgers, sausages, and ribs.

I had now descended to a height of about 300 feet above the scene — at which point — I felt a powerful “force,” — some kind of energetic “pushback,” against my “astral body.” It was as if I were a magnet confronting the polar opposite of another magnet.

THEN…AMAZINGLY …!

I saw the source of the energy that was repelling me and keeping me at a 300-foot distance above the site …

IT WAS THE STONEHENGE MONUMENT ITSELF!

The circular formation with its tall vertical-standing sarsen rocks and the smaller inner circle of blue stones and double arc of blue stones was unmistakable! The sarsens were beautifully and precisely capped with horizontal lintels.

It was clear that this was not the broken circle and piecemeal scattering of stones we see at Stonehenge today. There was no doubt in my mind:

I was witnessing Stonehenge as it existed thousands of years before our Common Era!

Beyond question, I had achieved my goal! I had projected myself thousands of years back in time to the exact destination I had programmed! I was overwhelmed with indescribable feelings of ebullient joy, thrill and wonder!

There — suspended in the sky, immune to gravitational forces — I cried out to myself with unmitigated glee and euphoria:

“Ahhhh!

“I made it!”

“I have time-traveled!”

“I am a witness to Stonehenge as it existed during its prime period of constructive and purposeful utility!”

The only damper on my situation was the vexing effect of the repulsive energy the monument was generating to push against me, making it impossible to land and join the throngs of people below. What was the repulsive energy of the Stonehenge sarsens that pushed away my OBE form so insistently? I don’t know.

Whatever the case, this was not the time to think things through and quibble over the particulars of the situation. I may have been “limited” to view Stonehenge and the people who celebrated around it from 300 feet above, but I was determined to collect as much data as possible, leveraging the remarkable situation and opportunity while I was there.

Alas, my time was to be even more limited than I hoped. My experience of flying above Stonehenge and the masses of people would be just three or four minutes.

A few particulars I was able to observe about the Stonehenge site below:

–> There were many more trees in and around the vicinity of the monument than we see there today. The landscape around our modern-day Stonehenge today is a broad, treeless grassy plain with agricultural fields nearby, along with managed pasture lands. (I visited Stonehenge the regular way, with my physical body — a few years ago).

–> Again, the Stonehenge I witnessed in 4600 B.C., as I flew above it, was much more akin to the mixture of grasslands and trees here on the oak-aspen savannah where I live in rural northern Minnesota today.

–> Scattered throughout the throngs of people but some distance from the monument itself were many fires — large fires, like bonfires — and some smoky, smoldering formations that looked like vast barbeque pits. Clearly, a lot of feasting was going on.

–> I perceived numerous animals — pigs, boars, deer, goats, large sides of cow-like (probably aurochs) carcasses— were roasting over pits, but I also saw animals penned in several holding areas.

–> I was surprised to discern that the vast majority of the people — although it was difficult to make out fine details from my position 300 feet above — seemed to be wearing linen and/or fabric types of clothing, rather than leathers or skins made from animal hides. For example, I thought to see mostly robes, knee-length tunics, and simple pullover frocks. However, I am certain a significant sampling of people was adorned in treated, softened leathers, such as maybe deer hide or rams’ leather attire. Some people may have been wearing furs or fur-trimmed outfits.

–> Scattered across the “Greater Stonehenge area” were small huts or houses — some of them round, but perhaps the majority squarish in construction, like log cabins except these were made of lighter wooden products, less robust than “logs,” so to speak. Some had grassy thatched roofing, while others seemed topped with wooden artifices. But there were also numerus tent and/or teepee-like objects as well.

–> The din of many voices, the collective vocalizations of thousands, came to my senses like a humming, thrumming susurration coming from a giant beehive. Did I effect to hear chanting, singing and drumming interspersed with the buzzing of a mass vocalization? Maybe.

–> In addition to the powerful aroma of succulent fats and roasting meats, I sensed odors of body sweat mixed with an array of sharp and sour vinegary preparations, mingled with that peculiar acetobacter smell that can arise from moist, dewy, or swampy areas. What I’ll call a “mossy green scent” was another aspect of the aromatic profile coming off the people and plains of Stonehenge.

STONEHENGE IMPRESSIONS & SITUATIONAL FACTORS:

HEURISTIC
INTUITIVE
INSTINCTUAL
IMAGINATIVE

As I said, my time soaring and circling above the Stonehenge location lasted just minutes, and the twilight time of day did not provide ideal light for maximum observation of points, people and artifacts on the ground.

What was my speed of flight? Impossible to say!

With this in mind, I want to impress upon my readers that my observations as I am reporting them here should be considered profoundly heuristic. By necessity, my observation and subsequent findings “down-select” honed accuracy and fine detail — in favor of intuitive insights based on a lot of “fast looks” and super-fast “fly-by” observational impressions.

It is important to note, however, that when one is emersed in the out-of-body state, or perhaps engaged within a highly refined lucid dream scenario, the powers of deductive instinct, intuition, and imaginative modeling are heightened to a tremendous degree. I could say a lot more about this, but I need to move on and conclude my article.

MY RETURN

After three to four minutes of soaring above the Salisbury Plain of ancient times, my out-of-body state (or lucid dream scenario) collapsed suddenly and without warning — as these kinds of experiences often do — I bolted awake suddenly in my bed back in present-day Minnesota.

As is always the case after a spectacular OBE or powerful lucid dream, I’m left with a sense of awe and wonder. It’s nice to just sit with the experience for a while in the quiet darkness of a bedroom and contemplate that feeling of having been engrossed in the spectacular beauty and mysteries of our Multiverse.

SPECIAL NOTE: Stay tuned for Part 2 of this story, in which I will discuss the second time I time-travelled to the Stonehenge of ancient times. It is a story of heartbreak and tragedy.

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