Sacred Sites: America's Stonehenge
by Peter Baltensperger
Visiting
America's Stonehenge in southern New Hampshire is like stepping
into a very ancient, mythical time far back in the history of the
human race. Nestled into thirty acres of wooded hillside outside
the town of Salem, the expansive arrangement of stone structures,
caves, tunnels, monoliths, and massive stone slabs originally known
as Mystery Hill Caves exudes an aura of sacred mysticism, awesome
cosmic energies, and peaceful spiritual tranquility.
When my wife and I first visited the site, we weren't
quite sure what to expect. What we found was a formidable construct
of ancient stones among ancient trees, suffused with an air of mystery
and wonder. We felt drawn into its spell as soon as we stepped into
the compound through the main gate and began to follow the path
up the hill.
At first, the main impression is one of huge rocks
scattered seemingly at random across the hillside, many of them
cracked and broken, some half-buried under convolutions of tree
roots, others covered with lichen and moss, barely visible anymore
under centuries-old growth. But then the chaos changes into meticulous
order, and the over-all design gradually begins to emerge as the
path leads into the main construct.
The path assumes a distinct purpose, wending its way into a labyrinth
of human-made caverns and passages lined with massive, carefully
hewn stone blocks and topped with huge plates, each weighing several
tons. It boggles the mind to try and imagine how anyone could have
possibly cut all these giant stones, hauled them into place, and
fitted them together into such complex structures.
Emerging from one of the dark passageways leading further up the
hill, we came upon the centre of the construct: the Sacrificial
Table. This altar, a rectangular stone slab estimated at a weight
of nearly five tons, tilts into the hill on several blocks of stone,
each likely close to a ton in size. A
continuous gutter cut into its periphery presumably drained blood
and other liquids into the ground in front of it, or, perhaps, into
sacred vessels during special ceremonies.
Behind the altar and situated directly below it, the Oracle Chamber
is one of the most impressive features of the entire arrangement.
Carved into the bedrock itself, the chamber contains a niche large
enough for a person to crawl into it. There is a stone-lined channel,
referred to as the Speaking Tube, leading from the niche to just
underneath the altar. A person hiding in the niche and speaking
into the tube could have easily produced what must have seem incredibly
like an invisible entity speaking in a booming voice from below
the Sacrificial Table.
Above the altar, a platform added to the original construct in
the 1970s provides a spectacular view of the whole arrangement below.
It also reveals some of the many standing stones arranged in a wide
circle around the main area and aligned with the sunrises and sunsets
of the Solstices and Equinoxes, as well as of other significant
days in the Wheel of the Year. Trees have been cleared over lengthy
periods of time to create viewing paths for a number of the standing
stones.
Unfortunately, many of the standing stones have been toppled or
destroyed and much of the original construct in the main compound
damaged or entirely removed by indiscriminate quarrying and careless
private ownership during the 19th and early 20th century. It has
only been over the past 70 years or so that the site has been seriously
investigated and increasing attempts at preservation and exploration
have been made. Open to the public since 1958, it is now owned by
America's Stonehenge Inc., a private corporation dedicated to its
continued survival and interpretation.
Recent research and carbon-dating have indicated that at least
parts of the site are most likely as old as 4,000 years. Calculations
on the standing stone aligned with the Summer Solstice sunrise have
shown that the Sun would have risen at the top of the notch in the
stone on the day of the Solstice around 1500 BCE, or 3,500 years
ago. Yet there were no people capable of or interested in stone
structures and arrangements of this kind in the area that long ago.
Native Americans were not known to work in or with stone, and their
mythology revolved around animal spirits and pantheistic concerns
rather than cosmic phenomena.
Nobody
will ever likely be able to determine the exact origin of America's
Stonehenge anymore than that of its famous counterpart on the Plains
of Salisbury, or the identity of its creators and the kind of rituals
and ceremonies they performed in the dim reaches of our past. But
in many ways, that only adds to the mystery and intrigue of the
massive stone monument that came so close to being ignored, and
most likely completely destroyed, had it not been for a few dedicated
individuals concerned with the preservation of the past.
And so, what is probably the oldest stone construction and the
oldest ceremonial site in existence in the New World has survived
not only the onslaught of time, but human ignorance and carelessness
as well. We certainly would have missed a greatly enjoyable and
highly interesting, as well as enlightening experience, had it not
been there any more.
We visited the site on the day after the Summer Solstice. (We had
spent the Solstice itself in the better-known Salem in Massachusetts
to participate in an Open Circle Celebration conducted by a local
coven in a public park.) As we strolled around the ancient stone
constructions, we happened upon the remnants of a make-shift altar
in front of the menhir aligned with the Solstice sunrise. We found
a circle of ashes with various symbols scratched into the dirt around
it and a number of used candles, incense sticks, and other objects
in the middle. Obviously someone, most likely a small group, had
celebrated the Solstice right there, much the same as we had done
a couple of hundred miles away.
We slowly retraced our steps down the hill, taking in all the details
and the wonders of this mystical place once more as we headed back
down to the gate, feeling enthralled and uplifted by what we had
seen. One of these years, we promised ourselves, we'd go back on
the day of the Summer Solstice and watch the Sun rise over the top
of the standing stone far out among the ancient trees. We'd celebrate
the momentous event, and marvel yet again at the ingenuity and the
dedication of whoever it was who so carefully planned and meticulously
constructed this incredible monument to the human spirit and humanity's
search for meaning in the universe.
Peter Baltensperger
Peter is a solitary, eclectic Pagan of Helvetian (Swiss/Celtic)
origin. He has written six collections of poetry, a volume of popular
historical nonfiction, and a spiritual science-fiction novel, "Guardians
of Time" (Three Tree Press, 1984). His essays, short stories,
and poems have been featured in periodicals across Canada and in
many other countries over the past 45 years. He was born and raised
in Switzerland, but now lives in Canada with his wife Vicki and
their six cats, a turtle, and several tanks of fish.
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