In any case, whether it is the birth of a person or an idea, there is a starting point. In Prague, it’s Orloj’s clock on Old Town Square.
On the watch, in addition to time, there is the position of the Sun and the Moon among the zodiac constellations, phases of the moon, sunrise and sunset. At the center of the watch is a dial showing Old Czech, Babylonian, modern and stellar time. Below is the dial with the day and month of the year.
I look at the clock and don’t understand how in the distant 14th century they could create such a clock mechanism? It turns out that this watch is the oldest working watch in the world.
The watch contains the exact cycle of the moon’s revolution around the earth, the annual cycle of rotation of the earth around the sun and the daily cycle of rotation of the earth.
I, as an astrologer, work with these cycles and I know that there are errors due to the fact that the orbits are not round, due to the liberation of the planet and other factors. Maybe periodically adjust the clock manually? It’s not easy to stand under the clock, and not only because many people want to get to this place. Here the axis of time is activated, here the personal and social past gain density. Here the value of every minute of life is enhanced. From here a vector is built from the past through the present to the future. Next to the clock, the concept of karma takes on real forms, which are clearly reminded by the figures on the clock. The skeleton pulls the rope and 12 apostles come out, after which the cockerel begins to sing. Is not this what happens in human life. “Memento mori” – remember death, as the ancients said. Death is the best incentive to awakening, to the joy of life, the urge to action. Rooster cry – symbolizes the beginning of a new day. Since ancient times, the cock has been a symbol of courage, and with its first cry, evil spirits disappear. The cockerel is calling for the beginning of a new stage in life. Before the cry of a rooster, figures of 12 apostles leave. All the same system of 12 months, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 qualities coming from space to planet earth. In the center of the Prague Chimes there is a stone angel – a fighter with dark forces. There are 4 figures on the sides of the astronomical dial. One of them is a vanity figure with a mirror, similar to a modern selfie. Another wallet figurine symbolizes greed. The figure of the Turk symbolizes, apparently, an external enemy. There are 4 figures on the sides of the lower calendar dial – a philosopher, Archangel Michael, an astronomer and a chronicler. The basilisks on the sides, the cock and the angel perform a protective function against supernatural forces.
When I stand under the watch, I remember that under my feet is an underground city. Now there is a museum with partially open premises. In the Middle Ages, these cellars were used as a prison. And even earlier, there was a city with houses. For millennia, everything has gone deep underground. The clock tower itself resembles a large music box with toys from which something wonderful is about to jump out.
And with the last stroke of the clock, a new cycle in life will begin. Prague. august 19
For me, the Scythians began with a golden ridge from Solokh barrow. In 2013, I visited the exhibition “Gold of Scythian barrows” at the Hermitage in St. Petersburg. Under the fine work, the signature was a golden crest – the village of Velikaya Znamenka of the Zaporozhye region was found in the Solokha burial mound. Ukraine.
– Wow, I thought. – This is not far from Zaporozhye. The next summer, together with a group of students in a car, we drove to the Great Znamenka.
Mound of Solokha
Now, I understand how lucky we are. When we climbed to the top of Solokh mound, a view of the remaining mounds opened from it. What did we see from above?
A large field overgrown with green grass, and purple circles with a yellow middle follow it. Beautiful and amazing! Around Solokha and all the other mounds, purple and yellow flowers grew. Plants themselves indicated the location of the mounds. If it weren’t for flower circles, then we wouldn’t have seen many mounds, they are almost equal to the level of the earth.
According to archaeologists, there were 75 mounds. The tallest, and therefore royal – the mound of Solokha.
We counted other mounds only 7. And where are the others? The Solokha field, for the most part, has already been plowed. Apparently, we already ate most of the mounds with bread grown on the field.
This place may well claim the Scythian Gerra – the sacred land of the ancestors for the Scythians – “The seventh river – Herr flows from Borisfen in that place to which the Borisfen flow is known. It branches in this place, and its name, common with the locality, is Herr. This river flows to the sea, forming the border between the lands of the nomadic and royal Scythians, and then flows into Gipakiris ”(Herodotus).
In front of the entrance to Solokh barrow there is a stone sign with the inscription – Monument of national importance of Ukraine.
Who are the Scythians? The mysterious people who did not leave written sources, conquered Asia Minor, the Caucasus, Palestine, and conquered lands from the Volga to the Danube. We know about the Scythians from Herodotus and research in the mounds.
By the things that they find there, by the skeletons of people and animals, household items, clothes, jewelry, dishes, we have an idea about the life of the Scythians.
Scythians came to the lands of Ukraine as winners. Scientists call them the Scythian horde (Murzin V. Yu. “Scythian problem”). They lived on the lands of present-day Ukraine from the 7th to the 4th century BC. Not so little. Recall that this was the heyday of the ancient Greek city-policies, the states of Asia Minor and Europe. On the lands of the Sea of Azov tribes of the royal Scythians lived. Of the entire Scythian society, Scythian warriors accounted for 15-20%, the rest – women, children, old people. Scythians warriors did not work. They were miners, warriors. What did the Scythians have from wars?
The slaves they blinded, slaves, gold. They killed every hundredth prisoner. They were paid tribute to neighboring states for not disturbing them.
Gold of Scythian barrows is looted gold or tribute to other peoples.
We do not know the details about the life of the Scythians, but they wore the scalps of defeated enemies in the form of key chains. A warrior who did not kill the enemy was not allowed to the feast. It was a society with a cult of warriors. “Among all the peoples known to us, only Scythians possess one, but the most important art for human life. It consists in the fact that they do not allow any enemy who attacked their country to be saved; and no one can overtake them, unless they themselves allow it. After all, the Scythians have neither cities, nor fortifications, and they carry their dwellings with them. They are all horse archers and hunt not with agriculture, but with cattle breeding; their homes are in wagons. How can such a people not be irresistible and impregnable? ”(Herodotus).
Scythians were squeezed out by the Sarmatians in the 4th century BC on the Black Sea coast of Bulgaria and Romania. Part of the Scythian tribes remained and mixed with the Sarmatians.
The Scythians did not build stone houses, did not use writing. It was a nomadic people. They lived and moved in wagons, bred horses and livestock. Their life depended on pastures, lands, nature. If the Scythians remained to live as a single people, now they would have no chance to survive. The Scythian way of life required large free territories for pastures.
Scythians left behind only mounds. At the time when the Scythians built mounds, everywhere on the planet was a cult of the dead. In Egypt and Greece, the cities of the dead were built, the worlds of the dead were created. Since birth, people have been preparing for the afterlife. This was the most important thing for people of that era. Scythians apparently did the same. They built the Scythian Gerra – the sacred city of their ancestors, which they guarded “The tombs of the kings are in Gerra (before this, Borisfen is still navigable.” (Herodotus). And as King Idanfirs told Darius: “We don’t have any cities or cultivated land. We don’t we’re afraid of their ruin and devastation and therefore didn’t engage in battle with you immediately. If you want to fight with us no matter what, then we have fatherly graves. Find them and try to destroy them, and then you will find out if we will whether we fight for these graves or not, but until we forget judged, we will not engage in battle with you … ”(Herodotus)
On the very first visit to Solokha we were met by a pair of eagles. They accompanied the car until we stopped and went out in front of the sign of Solokha. Then, when they were leaving the mounds, eagles appeared again and we left with honorary escort of birds.
This time we were again met by an eagle. He flew around the field with mounds in a businesslike way. On this trip to the Scythian mounds, we always came across animals and birds. Scythians were natural people, they loved nature and depended on it. And since we went to them, we got into the Scythian world, filled with animals, birds and fish.
When we entered the field with mounds, the world immediately changed, as if we had crossed an invisible elastic boundary.
In terms of energy, the Solokha field is different from the usual field. Here time moves in a different way and there is a space with unusual qualities. This Scythian barrow field cannot be called empty. The Scythian spirit has been preserved here.
Sitting in silence at the top of the mound, it seems that time has turned back, and somewhere in the distance Scythians on horseback are jumping.
On the way to Solokha we visited the museum in Kamenka
The most mystical exhibit in the museum is a stone anthropomorphic pillar, which is called the “Scythian boy”. The pillar lies on the floor in the Scythian hall.
This stone pillar was brought into the museum’s storeroom. And miracles began. For unknown reasons, the alarm turned on at night. When employees ran to the museum at night on a signal, they sometimes saw a blue ball above a stone Scythian boy. They summoned the priest. Did not help. Invited psychics. They talked with the spirit of stone and ordered the Scythian boy to be brought to the museum. After that, the alarm stopped working. But, still in the stone pillar there is a presence of spirit.
But the question remains for us, how could the Scythians associate spirit with stone for millennia? Apparently, they had knowledge of how to handle perfumes, how to build mounds. They had their own rites for burial.
They possessed military magic.
“The Scythian warrior brings the heads of all those killed by him in battle to the king. After all, only those who bring the head of the enemy receive their share of the spoils, otherwise they will not. The skin from the head is stripped as follows: a cut is made around the head around the ears, then they grab onto the hair and shake the head out of the skin. Then the skin is cleaned of meat with a bull rib and wrinkled with her hands. The Scythian warrior uses the made-up leather as a towel for his hands, attaches his horse to the bridle and proudly flaunts it. Who has the most of these leather towels is considered the most valiant husband. Others even make raincoats from stripped skin, stitching them like goat skins. Others from the skin of the enemy corpses, torn along with the nails on the right hand, make covers for their quivers. Human skin is indeed thick and shiny and shines brighter than almost any other. Many Scythians finally rip off all the skin from the enemy corpse, pull it on the boards and then carry it with them on horses. ”
Wearing scalps and body parts of enemies is part of many military traditions of the world. Rites with the drinking of wine from skulls, with swords and scalps increase military and magical power. Burials of ancestors were carried out using rituals, in certain places and according to the rules.
“When the king dies at the Scythians, a large quadrangular pit is pulled out there. Having prepared the pit, the body is lifted onto a cart, covered with wax; then cut the stomach of the deceased; then they clean it and fill it with crushed keeper, incense and seeds of celery and anise. Then the stomach is again sutured and taken on a cart to another tribe … ”
The Scythians knew the nature of life and death, military magic, and therefore Scythian mounds still preserve the Scythian world and are places of power. Mounds inherited from the Scythians. Our task is to preserve them for future generations. After all, this is the story of our land.
In April, the weather in Sofia changes every hour – rain and sun, heat and cold. In the sun the city reveals blooming greenery and white flowers of fruit trees. Under the sunlight, old houses with beige stucco smile amiably, and the streets, paved with yellow bricks, warm with warm light.
In an instant, a cloud with a drizzling rain draws in the sky, and the picture changes. Mount Vitosha, in clear weather, whitewashed by snowy peaks over Sofia, is hiding in the fog. It becomes noticeable how many old ruined or semi-ruined houses are here.
From the airport by metro we go to the central part of Sofia. At the metro station Serdika, a kind of archaeological museum is equipped. The metro began to be built in the 90s and during the construction they discovered a large city of the Roman era. Serdika, the city was called before.
Upstairs above the metro are open areas with what remains of ancient Serdica. In order not to destroy the ancient foundations, modern buildings were built above them on piles.
In Bulgaria they protect their history, value and love their past. I was convinced of it having visited a basilica Sofia. Underneath is an underground necropolis. It is noticeable that they did not spare the money for restoration.
I would also like to mention food in Sofia. Maybe because I walked along the main streets, I met cafes, coffee houses, restaurants, small and large markets at every step.
At the cafe, I ordered chicken breast and salad. The chicken breast turned out to be very tasty, stuffed with basil paste and cheese. The next day, the cafe asked for soup. They brought soup in mutton bread. Delicious crispy bread, a lot of lamb.
There are many temples in Sofia. There are old ones. Temples of various religious denominations: mosques and synagogues, Christian churches, which are undoubtedly the majority.
The underground necropolis under the Basilica of Sofia is so big that I got lost there. The basilica is located next to the famous and majestic temple of Alexander Nevsky. In the morning, almost no one entered the church of Alexander Nevsky. But people entered and exited the basilica. So by accident, I got into the basilica. To the left of the entrance was a staircase to the underground museum-necropolis. Admission was free that day.
The underground city is well equipped with ventilation, lighting. It is evident that they did not spare the funds for restoration. On the tablet it was written that the people living at that time wanted to be buried in this place. The top of the temple is very good.
And I walked along the corridors of the dungeon, took pictures. When I decided to go, I went to the green icons with arrows.
And in the end, wherever I went, I always ran into dead ends, into tombs. Trying to get out several times, I was upset and stopped. I saw a man and a girl pass me by and decided to wait for them. Together with them I went to the center of the necropolis. Then again she went alone, and … again she rested on the locked door. The door was low, it was possible to climb. But a child was baptized in the temple, there were people, music was playing and singing psalms. I had to return to the dungeon again.
I flew out of the necropolis with a bullet.
Yes, the grass above is greener and brighter in color.
Plovdiv ancient Rome. He is the very story of the life of European peoples. It even looks like a layered cake. In the city center there is a descent down to the Roman amphitheaters and to the street. During ancient Rome there was a city. The earliest settlements date back to the 6th millennium BC.
Plovdiv is a city of seven hills. On the first hill with the name Bunardzhik, there is the park of the hero of the liberator Alyosha. The monumental Alyosha rises above the whole of Plovdiv. Beautiful park, well maintained with beautiful views of the city. In Bulgaria, people are grateful. They remember who helped them, who freed, who fought for their independence. This is a very good quality inherent in all the people. It is both memory and love in their hearts.
Another hill called Markov, was dismantled into stones for the construction of the city. Dismantle a high mountain into stones. How old is the city? To answer this question will have to go deeper into the history of mankind.
We visited another hill with the remains of the Nebet Tepe fortress – the guardian hill. It is a long-standing place of the 4th century BC. with the remains of a fortress on top of a mountain. Unusual place. It seems to be an ordinary mountain peak, but here everything is different – and the colors are not the same and the transparency of the air, and in general, good, gracious. There are too many visitors, but this is understandable, everyone wants to be in such a good place.
Before the conquest of the Macedonian king Philip II, Plovdiv was a Thracian city called Eumolpia, and after Pulpudev and then Audris. The Romans called the city of Trimontius. In the 9th century, it was called Pyldin. During the Ottoman Empire, Plovdiv was called Filipe. That’s how many names a small city has!
In the 8th-9th centuries, Plovdiv was the center of pilgrimage. From bogomiliya went the development of the Cathars in Languedoc. This is a mixture of esotericism, oriental teachings, ancient cults and philosophical views. Qatar, as a historical phenomenon, we studied in France. Cathars and bogomiliya cause me great personal resonance and interest. Bogomiliya was a progressive course for its time, talking about the breadth of views and the level of people. Plovdiv still has openness and respect for various beliefs. There are mosques, churches and the adoption of various views.
The train from Sofia to Plovdiv takes 2.5 hours, the ticket costs about 10 lev about 5 dollars. The road goes first along the valley, and then between the mountains covered with trees. A stormy mountain river with muddy green-brown water flows along the railway.
The Maritsa River flows through Plovdiv, which divides the city into 2 parts – northern and southern. In ancient times, the river was called Gebr. Her name sounds old sounds and sends me to the past.
We settled in the old part of town. Around the bend of our street, ancient houses began. Maybe because the Ottomans lived and ruled the city from the 14th to the 19th century, there is a mixture of oriental and western styles in the city. We went to the Juma mosque, on one side of it was a boulevard going from the mosque to the river. It is noisy and busy at any time. On the other hand, there is an antique amphitheater, going down, and then begins the street of Alexander I with beautiful houses of the 19th century and active pedestrian traffic.
Wandering the streets of Plovdiv is a real pleasure. Behind every turn something unusual opens up – carved windows, unusual architecture. They dig up a lot of things in the city. In the excavation scheme, I saw that there was still more to be excavated than was excavated now.
For myself, I highlighted the ancient Plovdiv with a restored theater, a stadium and many ancient buildings that are excavated in the center. And another part of Plovdiv is a medieval city. This includes the churches of St. Demetrius, St. Marina, the Church of the Holy Week, the Church of Helena and Constantine, the Ethnographic Museum, and the streets and houses adjacent to them.
Roads in the city are mainly made of cobblestone, and in the ancient part of Plovdiv, which is several meters below the modern city, the road is made of very large stones, pieces of rock more than a meter in diameter. I felt an unusual sensation when I walked along such a road, as if you were walking along a mountain.
I was in Plovdiv for 2 days. This is very little for such an interesting city full of endless history.
I want to return for a deeper study of Plovdiv 04/12/19
At a distance of 51 km from Montsegur is the second, no less legendary object – Rennes-le-Chateau. Legends, mysticism and secrets have always surrounded this small village. It would be unforgivable to be so close and not visit Rennes-le-Chateau. In the 8th century, on this site was the large city of Reda, the capital of the county of Razes. After the plague, the city went into oblivion. Since 1885, abbot Sauniere has come here. During the reconstruction of the church, in one of the columns he finds 4 parchment scrolls and inscriptions on stone slabs. He builds Villa Betania, the tower of Magdal, fills the place with strange figures and signs.
And we climb the stairs, we pass along the old village street, which rests on the courtyard with the church and the house of the abbot Beranger Sauniere.
Now it is a house-museum with a library, a prayer room, and living quarters.
Everywhere there are photos and models of the abbot and his housekeeper. In the courtyard behind the house is his grave.
We rise to the turret-greenhouse, from it leads a covered gallery to the famous Magdal tower.
Later, having run around all the surrounding attractions, I sat on a hill on the green grass near the Magdala tower. This place offers magnificent views of the mountains. A man and a woman approached the tower. The man looked at me as I was eating a sandwich and I felt that I was almost sinning by eating near the tower. Then he stood near the tower, either praying, or meditating, after which he took the stone below, like a relic with him. Then I also took a stone from there.
My scan of the tower gave a kind of energy plus the energy of the past and the inclusion in the secret power of money and power. Near the house of the abbot Beranger Sauniere is the church of Magdalene. When I was preparing for the trip, I saw a photo with the peculiarity of the church – the red devil on its horns holds the cup.
Apparently, the Holy Grail was meant. Now the devil has no head. Abnormal fanatical woman broke her head sculpture. On the floor there are only leaves with photographs of the head and eyes.
Above the bowl are female figures with wings. This is a picture of a channel. The Church of Mary Magdalene is associated with the religion of the blood of the Lord, blood kinship and the continuation of the line of Jesus. There is such a direction of Christianity, its spiritual and secret part, of course not accepted by the majority.
Down the street there is an old building in which a treasure was found, but it was closed to the entrance. On the day of our arrival, some famous person conducted esoteric meditations. The event was thoroughly prepared and everywhere in Rennes-le-Chateau I saw his posters.
From all sides, the village is surrounded by the ruins of ancient castles. This place was sacred to the Celts. Here in the distant past was the castle of the great master of Priory of Zion. The place is really magical, unusual, but difficult. When we got into our minibus, I sighed in relief. Already at home, looking at the photos from Rennes-le-Chateau, I was in a state of horror, I was sick of what I saw in the photo. I went out into the street and began to see the world differently; programs hanging on people showed up. Now these photos can be used to adjust the vision. There, on the spot, there was just a feeling of heaviness, mysticism, I wanted to leave quickly. Maybe I will return here again, but more prepared. 09/13/18
In Toulouse, we met with Elena, our guide. I met Elena on the Internet. The first place we visited in Toulouse with Elena was the Cathedral of St. Saturninus. This temple of venerable centuries-old in the shape of a cross was built at the end of the 12th century.
For myself, I already distinguish the buildings of the 11-12th century by the characteristic arches with columns at the top inside the temples.
The relics of the saint are open only on certain days in November. In the southern part of this temple begins the pilgrimage route to Santiago de Compostela – the path of St. James. Our guide Elena showed the treasured door where they give out a pilgrim’s book and you can go to Spain, having overnight on the way and eating in special places, as I understand it, for free. Just in case, I took a picture of the door, suddenly I’m going to go along this path.
The next place we went to was the main temple of the Dominican Order, the Jacobite Church of the 13-14th century. Its feature is in majestic dimensions, the original Gothic architecture.
Stone gargoyles looking down on those wishing to enter. Partly chimeras and gargoyles were removed. We met them at the Museum of the Jacobins. In the cathedral, we admired the famous palm ceiling, which is a landmark of the cathedral and Toulouse. In the center of the cathedral stands a sarcophagus with the relics of Thomas Aquinas. The guide Elena told us that before they brought the relics here from Italy, they were brewed in wine. Then the bones were sent to Toulouse, and everything else after cooking was left in Italy. This story struck me. Cook the corpse of the saint, soak in wine …
The next item on our program was the Capitol.
On the square in front of the Capitol, a Occitan cross with zodiac signs at the ends of the cross is laid out of bronze. The Occitan or Qatari cross deserves attention. It looks like a uniform cross with bifurcated endings and another line in the center in the center. It turns out an equilateral figure with 12 ends. This fits the 12 dimensional symbolic zodiac signs, 12 months, 12 apostles. We stood on the signs, forming vicious circles. While we were working with the zodiac signs in the square, all the people left. Maybe out of politeness, so as not to interfere, and in addition, we formed a closed space with the signs of the zodiac and they were not comfortable. By the way, in this square in 1632 the last duke of Montmorency was executed.
Toulouse Town Hall Capitol – City Hall. Since 1190, Capitol de Toulouse. The capitals ruled the city. 8 columns of the building mean 8 chapters. In this pink building, there is an opera house and concert hall, the city administration. On the upper floors is the Hall of Fame with masterpieces. I liked the paintings on the walls, bright, as if living beautiful ladies and their faithful knights, troubadours. The picture with the beautiful lady of Toulouse standing on the balcony impresses. In this place there is a spirit of Languedoc, there is something special.
Then we walked along the ancient streets of Toulouse. They listened to stories about how a man was sacrificed to be torn to a bull, and then made a saint. Everywhere there are images of a bull. I think these are late Christian inventions, and the bull is depicted for another reason.
We went to the embankment of the Garonne River. The views here were, as in the pictures – the fairground, behind it a bridge, on the opposite side of the river an old red castle and a huge spinning ferris wheel.
The next day we started by visiting the violet barge located on the Garon Canal. The canal laid from the Mediterranean Sea to Toulouse for a long time and is a landmark of the city. In the barge there is a shop in which everything is violet – tea, honey, chocolate, sweets, perfumes, dolls. Nice and friendly hostess.
A few minutes later we approached the Cathedral of Saint-Etienne in 1073. All the same palm ceilings. A rally was held on the other side of the temple in the square. There were people with posters. We met protesting people in France several times. Here, high social activity and personal responsibility for what is happening in the city. Several hours of our time in Toulouse were swallowed up by shops. Barely escaped from the store’s womb and entered the Jacobin museum. A large museum, temple, colonnade around the perimeter of the garden with all kinds of plants from figs to lavender. Then we sat for a long time on the opposite bank of the Garonne River on the green grass and talked about orders, Dominicans, Cathars and the peculiarities of the French nation. September 9-10, 18
The road to the castle goes between the mountains.
We ride a minibus past fields with sunflowers, past fields with plants similar to corn, only cut from above. Around is clean, crowded, calm. There is no dynamics of urban life. There are greenery, forests, clean air and occasionally villages.
When approaching Montsegur we ride between the mountains on which are the caps of clouds covering the peaks. We arrived at a parking lot under a mountain in continuous fog.
The air temperature dropped from 23 degrees to 15. The driver asked: “You definitely want to go up the mountain”? We were determined to go. I would certainly climb up, even in the pouring rain.
A few years ago, I didn’t even dream of visiting here. This Qatari fortress delights with its history and energy, strength and grandeur.
I did it with Montsegur, as well as with Pompeii, Vesuvius and Lavinius. I read a lot about these places and unexpectedly for myself was able to visit these places. Now I ask myself: What else will attract me? In response, I get an avalanche of vivid images. We go by ear.
In the distance, the bell of the cows rings. The asphalt road goes down, and the path turns left and up. A few minutes later we reach the ticket office with tickets (5 euros), by the way, these tickets are suitable for two more museums located in the village of Moncegur. After 30 minutes of climbing up slippery stones, we arrive at the foot of the castle.
The castle is located at an altitude of 1207 meters.
From the castle there were only walls.
The castle is a continuation of the rocks and inside resembles a ship.
The impression of a ship sailing in the sea or in the clouds intensifies the fog.
In this place the Cathars lived. At the beginning of the 13th century, the Cathars asked Remon de Perey for permission to repair the castle in order to defend themselves from the Roman church, which organized a crusade against the Cathars. The most spiritually advanced, chosen, were called Perfect – several hundred men and women from all Languedoc were saved in the castle. The Qatari world in the castle lasted about 30 years. Everyone who was in the castle was burned down in the valley. Now this valley is called the valley of magicians. Another legend of the Grail is associated with Montsegur. There is a story that the Cathars owned the Grail and managed to hide the Bowl before the castle fell. The Germans later sought the Holy Grail in the castle during World War II.
I didn’t want to leave the top of the mountain. An obvious place of power with its special energy and history.
The images and spirits of the past come to life here. The energy is strong and giving, despite the tragic ending of the history with the Cathars, good and spiritual growth triumph here. The fog did not give us a review, but thanks to it we concentrated on the castle and its past and present energy.
We sat for a long time inside the castle-ship, and then went around along a narrow path and climbed into a room with a round tower and narrow slots instead of windows. I really liked Montsegur, and what I got while in this place. 09/13/18
I asked the waiter in Arles, is it possible to order a shrine (a dish of legumes and ducks)? The waiter explained slightly offended that this dish should be eaten in Carcassonne, and this is Provence, and here is a completely different cuisine.
In Arles, as if you were in Roman time. Here, as if there is no modern world. Ancient streets and buildings of the great Roman Empire everywhere. We lived a few meters from the huge Roman amphitheater in a tiny 3-storey castle with preserved ancient color – walls made of white soft stone, wooden ceilings with beams and creaky wooden stairs. Sleeping well there, despite the size of the rooms. My bed, in fact, was under the stairs. But, where else, will I sleep in a house that is several hundred years old? In Arles, we stayed for 2 days. I had ideas to travel from Arles to the nearest towns of Provence. But, Arles was saturated with its interesting objects, and absorbed all our time and attention.
In the morning we arrived at the Roman theater (not to be confused with the amphitheater). We wanted to buy tickets, but we were told that admission is free for 6 objects and issued tickets. I did not understand what it was? Weekend promotion or common business. The theater preserved the atmosphere of ancient Rome, and in the silence and almost complete absence of visitors, comedies and tragedies of past centuries come to life on the local stage.
In this theater in 1651, Venus of Arlesian was found. The statue was created in the 1st century BC. The growth of Venus of Arlesian is 1 m 94 cm. They dug a well in the theater area and at a depth of 2 meters they found first the head, then the torso. A few years later, at the request of King Louis XIV, they searched for the hands of Venus. They rummaged everything, destroying a lot in the theater, but did not find hands. Now the statue of Venus of Arlesian is stored in the Louvre.
The next interesting ancient object of Alyscamps is the ancient necropolis. Van Gogh and other artists came here for inspiration and immersion in the world of eternal peace. A path leads past stone sarcophagi. The sarcophagi are empty.
We pass the family crypt and go into the old and half-empty temple. On the right in the niche, there is a well-preserved sarcophagus with images of sphinxes, Gorgon jellyfish. In its lower part are figures of a man and a woman. And above the sarcophagus is a Masonic symbol and throughout the room a stucco molding with Masonic symbols. This temple is the island of the dead, and the stairs leading down are the entrances of the kingdom of Hades.
After this place, we noticeably leveled off, calmed down and went to study the next object located on Republic Square. In Arles, everything is close, due to its small area and the large number of historical places. In the Republic Square, the cathedral of St. Trofim attracts attention. Unusually beautiful columns and figures adorn the entrance, and not at all of biblical themes – griffins, strange mythical creatures. Previously, there was a Christian basilica of the V century. During the French Revolution, this cathedral housed the temple of the Supreme Being. In 1178, Emperor Frederick I Barbarossa was crowned in the cathedral; in 1365, Emperor Charles IV was crowned here. Inside the cathedral there are many niches with the relics of saints.
Near the cathedral in the city hall building is the entrance to the crypto portico. We descend about 2 floors down into long stone galleries. In some places there are glasses on the floor, under which it is clear that there is another underground floor.
This place looks like an underground city. After going through all the underground corridors and thinking about the purpose of these corridors, we go up and go along one of the streets that extend from the Republic Square.
Suddenly, we get to the square with the famous yellow cafe Van Gogh. We could not get past such a place. We drank coffee in a famous place. I would not say that there is something special here. As always, the ubiquitous people of Chinese appearance were sitting at the adjacent tables, homonizing and creating a crowd.
The next point of our program in Arles was the Van Gogh Museum. They also said that the visit is free and issued entrance tickets. The museum has 3 floors. There are very worthy pictures. And from above there is an observation deck with a view of the red brick roofs of the city.
Finally, we went to the amphitheater next to our house. It was repaired by building a bowl with seats with metal structures and now concerts and events are being held in it. The amphitheater was built during the reign of Emperor Constantine and is very large, but still smaller than its counterpart in Rome.
In Arles, a few more interesting places remained unseen by us, but an overflow of impressions had already begun. One more day had to be planned for Arles. A special city that has remained in its great past and lives in its own slow, special rhythm of life. September 14-15, 18g.
In the early morning we go to the fortress. We cross the bridge over the river and get into the old part of the city. We welcome Lady Karkas, depicted at one of the entrances to the fortress. Lady Karkas has a historical foundation. She skillfully and cunningly defended the city, and the enemies retreated.
The fortress has an external and internal part. The old, fortified city stands on a rocky hill and is surrounded by two walls of the V and XIII centuries. Here, as if you are in the 12th century. Absolutely unusual sensations of a shift to the past.
We approach the Church of Saints Nazarius and Celsius, built in the XI century in the Romanesque style on the site of the Carolingian Cathedral. For the first time in France, inside the cathedral, I felt good. A state of light and paradise, something higher, unearthly happiness.
Walking around the fortified city, we went to the Inquisition Museum. I, before the museum, and I, after it, are different people. Earlier, I visited various similar museums in other countries and cities, but it was so pervasive here, right down to the very nature. In this museum made models of people in clothes, with hairstyles, with blood. I have seen enough of such instruments of torture that it is even impossible to imagine a normal person. I think that people who are prone to bullying, maniacs, were doing this. A normal person cannot scoff at another person just because he thinks differently, believes in something else.
Here I saw how the intestines from a person are wound on a hanging log. Prior to that, I sometimes said “don’t wrap my guts.” After what I saw, I look at these words differently. There are a lot of horrors from forceps to pulling out the uterus and putting women on a special pyramid, and the same savagery for the male half of humanity, various squeezing and crucifying, metal spikes in the neck and in the whole body. After all this, I began to understand why the guillotine is the invention of the executioner to facilitate death. After what has been seen, death at the stake, when suffocation from gases quickly comes, seems quick and easy. Many thoughts arose after this museum – how could people who believe in Christ, prove the kindness and sacrifice of their faith, not see the pain and suffering of other people. A maniac can be one, well, two, why then there was a mass phenomenon of the Inquisition, destroying all more or less thinking people and beautiful women. Especially, went to beautiful, smart and red-haired women. They exterminated everyone.
Thank you, the city of Carcassonne, showed life in those days, not only from the beautiful side of the troubadours. knights, beautiful ladies and beautiful castles, but also from the bloody side. We must never forget that the history of mankind is the history of wars, the ruthless extermination of people. It is interesting to understand why and why it happened and is happening on the scale of civilization?
On the day of our arrival in Athens, there was heavy rain, thunder and lightning flashed.
Five large lightning bolts and such thunder were noticed that cars shook with people. Lightning hit the Acropolis in a guard house. Four people were taken to the hospital. Acropolis closed. The work of the archaeological site of the Acropolis the next day was in question. The peculiarity of the situation was that the next day on April 18 was the day of museums, and a large number of visitors was expected. As you know, from history, Zeus owns lightning. What angered him the Acropolis or, conversely, he gave a sign to people, one can only guess. I am inclined to the idea that progress was taking place in the heavenly office (in those days there was a fire in Paris and Jerusalem).
In the morning the sun was shining and the weather was completely different – friendly and welcoming. Earlier, to avoid crowding, we are going on an excursion to the treasured Acropolis. We take the metro to the Acropolis station. The sun warms, the trees turn green, the lilac smells.
We are walking along a wide road from the metro, and suddenly around the corner a view of the mountain opens with the Acropolis on it.
Tears poured from my eyes from this view. I did not expect this. Impressive and delightful. Undoubtedly, in the Acropolis there is greatness and a shift to the past. On this day I was destined to cry twice – an explosion of feelings and emotions occurred near the Parthenon, also unexpectedly for me. Already now I am analyzing what it was. Entry into the ancient Greek world. Feeling of pleasure, touch of something higher. There is still a part of the soul and life of ancient Greece.
We walk past the temple of Asclepius, the god of healing in ancient Greece.
A large coniferous tree grows next to it. The foundation and several columns have been preserved from the temple.
Through the propylaea we go up to the Erechtheion Temple.
This is the strongest place in the Acropolis, in my opinion.
The temple of the goddess Athena was a spiritual place. Erechthonius is a serpent man who was raised by the goddess Athena from an egg. Many legends are associated with this place. There was a dispute between Athens and Poseidon over the right to patronize the city of Athens. It is here that the olive grows, emerging from the impact of Athena’s spear on the ground. In this place was the source of Poseidon with salt water. Olive tree planted new in the 20th century. We stand in front of the temple and work as a group. I went deep into the past and tuned in to Athena, her female energy and strength, her mind and invincibility. A rare combination of qualities.
Then I give initiation to the canal of Athens. At first, there were a lot of people around us. A few minutes later I looked around and … taken aback. We were left alone with my student. There were no people around us, within a radius of several meters, despite the fact that a raging sea of people raged around. A high-frequency field was created, which I felt in myself for several days.
Opposite the Erechtheion is the Parthenon. Too close for such large temples. I think that the place on which the Erechtheion was built is strong in itself. Before him, there were several ancient sanctuaries, which is a sure sign of the natural strength of the place. Therefore, the Parthenon was built so close that it also stood in a strong place.
The Parthenon played a social role in the Acropolis. Nevertheless, greatness blows from him, despite the fact that he is dilapidated.
Exiting the Acropolis was more difficult than entering it. Since, on this day, admission was free, there were many visitors. I had to stand in the line of many thousands to get out.
Next to the columns at the exit, a small temple of Niki, the goddess of victory, perched.
It was her Athenians who depicted here without wings, so that luck and victory would not fly away from them.
The next object according to the plan was the temple of Zeus. To do this, you had to go down from the Acropolis, go left past the ancient stadium and cross the street.
It is impossible not to notice the temple of Zeus. Now he left the foundation and columns in front and behind on a rectangular base.
In this place also remained the spirit of ancient Greece, the greatness of Zeus and his Olympic team. After yesterday’s lightning and fire, I carefully entered the channel of Zeus.
But Zeus, not only the lord of lightning, but also universal generosity, help and creation.
Further our path goes through Plaka street, to the temple of Hephaestus, located in the agora.
Agora is a market and a place of communication in ancient Greece. There were many temples from which there is little that has been preserved.
From the temple of Ares, only the foundation remained. I stood in front of him, and thought that the god of war and destruction, which the soldiers worshiped, received a destroyed temple. Monuments to Ares are swords, shields and spilled blood on the battlefields.
On the map of the agora, the altar of 12 ty gods is indicated. I found a sign with its designation behind the Ares Temple against the wall. Apparently, when they built a railway line, passing behind the wall, they destroyed part of the territory of the altar.
The exception in the dilapidated temples of Athens was the temple of Hephaestus. Hephaestus – in the Olympic team of the gods is responsible for material wealth and personifies the elements of the earth and structure.
Maybe that’s why his temple was best preserved. And also because it was remade in time for a Christian church. In the 20th century, it housed an archaeological museum. Interesting friezes at the temple tell of Heracles and his exploits, of the Odyssey, and you can also see images of centaurs there.
The building of the agora is completely restored.
We see a marble colonnade in front of us and thank the architects and restorers for this beauty.
Thanks to their work, we fall into the times and life of people from ancient Greece. I kept thinking: “If the market is not the most elevated place, but so beautiful, then what was in the gardens, parks and houses of the inhabitants of that era”. Marble statues and temples of unsurpassed beauty speak of their high esthetic taste.