Athens. Acropolis. Temple of Zeus. Temple of Hephaestus.

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.


Delos Island Greece

Visiting the islands is my favorite pastime. Each island, as a separate world with its own qualities and parameters. Delos Island stands out even from the islands for its uniqueness. For thousands of years he was considered the sacred island of the birth of Apollo and Artemis. The goddess Leto could not give birth to children on the firmament because of the curse of Hera. There was a floating island in the sea. Thanks to him, Apollo, the god of the sun, and Artemis, the goddess of the moon, came to our world. Based on the legend, one can assume the unique qualities of the island of Delos. In order to find out what kind of secrets Delos keeps and feel myself, to understand it as a place of power, I went to the island.

According to legend, when Apollo was born, streams of sunlight flooded the island. It’s almost always sunny here. In the old port of Mykonos, I take boat tickets to Delos. Worth a trip of 20 euros round trip. Entrance to the island and the museum are paid separately -12 euros.

At 15 o’clock, all the visitors, to one, whistled some, were put on a ship and sent to Mykonos. On this island, you can’t stay overnight for people. And, in those days when temples were operating here, on Delos it was impossible to give birth to children and die. In the 6th century, BC moved the graves to a neighboring island. Maybe the gods so ordered? It was instituted three thousand years ago. The same rule remains to this day. Now only a few people from the guard live in small houses. I saw archaeologists working in the stone walls and foundations of the island. The rules of the island suggest that in this way the special settings of Delos are preserved here.

From myths it is known that the goddess Leto gave birth to Apollo in a sacred lake, hugging a single tree. Now the lake has been drained, and in its place grows a small coniferous grove with a tall palm tree that stands out and rises above the trees. Benches set and paths laid. We sat on a bench on the site of a sacred lake, enjoying the harmony and unusualness of this place. Soft and warm earth was felt under my feet.

On the contrary, lakes stood stone lions. Once upon a time, the inhabitants of the island of Naxos gave lions to Delos. Since then, they faithfully keep the secrets of the lake and protect the island. Those lions that stand now are stone replicas. For real lions we go to the museum, which is a few meters away and is the only major building on the island.

The museum has very remarkable exhibits. Not so many genuine antique things can be found in our world.

In addition to large and small lions, there are sphinx and marble statues, more expressive than living people.

In the museum, I discovered Dionysus, seeing his seated statue expressing masculine power. Marble Dionysus in perfection, in divine male sexuality is a delight. The statue does not have a head and some parts, but even in this form, power gushes out of it.

In front of the museum, to the right of the entrance, is the temple of Dionysus. From the temple there was a foundation and two columns with masculine virtues. A strong place with masculine energy. It would be nice to bring men here and teach them to understand that there is a man and male energy. I think in ancient times they did. Immediately in the museum, near the statue of Dionysus, there are busts of women, his followers. You can understand them – Dionysus is an ideal man here with a full set of masculine qualities.

The museum has several statues of the three-faced goddess Hecate. The temple of the goddess Hecate was on Delos. Its remains are located on the opposite side of the mountain and are not yet accessible for visiting.

Next we go to Mount Kinf. A wide road of steps carved into the rock leads to the top of the mountain. The royal road or the road of the gods. Our steps become solemn, and the surrounding space is changing. The road goes between red rocks, a bizarre rounded shape. In the middle of the path and the height of the cliff is the temple of Isis. From it remained columns with overlapping. Opposite there is a platform with another foundation from the temple and a female statue. This place still stores ancient settings.

The road leads us further to the very top of the mountain.

The top in the form of a platform. It can be seen that in ancient times there was a temple. Marble bars lie in rows and can only be walked along them, as steps. On the opposite side of the road and the main city, stone foundations and an unusual round stone, similar to a skull, are visible. Somewhere here is the Temple of Hekate. Hecate keeps his secrets. Hecate – the goddess of the moon and night, magic and spells.

I looked down from the top of the mountain, and a feeling of solemnity, ceremony filled me, the music sounded almost clearly, as if there was an important reception or a royal ball. I tried to get here, this, that energy and conditions that I felt at a distance. I have a feeling of involvement in the higher world, a natural shift to a high frequency occurs. I didn’t want to leave the top of the mountain. My head and neck were slightly puzzled, but overall, there was a fullness of energy.

The last boat was at 15 o’clock and had to go down. To the left of the road, if you go from the mountain, is the temple of Hermes. This is a large, well-preserved building. Perhaps the most complete temple on Delos. I have never met the temples of Hermes before. It was possible to enter it, but it was possible to enter only for a few minutes, and I did not want to lose that higher, divine thing, which I managed to touch on the top of the mountain. I stood in front of the Temple of Hermes and continued my descent. Thank you Hermes, patron of travelers and mediator between gods and people.

Many factors had to develop for me to visit the desired Delos. Sometimes it seemed to me that life tests me, but did I really decide to get to this island? It’s not just about money, although this is a rather expensive undertaking. Most of all I was worried that there would be a storm and the ship would not go from Mykonos to Delos. I was the first to run to the ticket office in the old port of Mykonos, arriving as the first bus from Ornos to the port.

Finally, I fulfilled one more of my wishes – I washed on the shore of the island of Delos. On the way back on the ship, I fell asleep so hard that I woke up when the ship was almost empty. This is the first time with me. After Delos, I had a feeling of filling and working of my higher bodies. Only 2 weeks after returning, I no longer had dreams that I walk around the island of Delos.


Mykonos island. Greece.

On the island of Mykonos, about 12 thousand inhabitants. The main city of the island is Mykonos. We arrived in Mykonos because only from it you can get to the island of Delos. We settled in Ornos. Ornos is a bay with a sandy beach and white houses, located a short drive from Mykonos.

Mykonos is a beautiful island with a long history. Today it is considered one of the most free places in the world. He was chosen by informals of all colors. There are nudist beaches here, by the way, they didn’t catch my eye, they probably hid well. Freedom from clothes and sexual conventions, love and the sea – all these things I wanted to see and feel, since I was on the island. Mykonos is one of the most expensive resorts in the world. Apparently, freedom is expensive.

I had a feeling that I was making excuses to the people around me for going to Mykonos. So, the owner of the apartment, a decent man, having learned that we were going from Athens to Mykonos, smiled and said: “Mykonos is crazy.” I had to explain to him what interests the island of Delos. The driver, the services we used every day, said that in Mykonos, when they see that a man is walking with a woman, they say: “Fu, he went with the woman.”

After listening to the tales of Mykonos, I suspected all the men on the island of non-traditional orientation, carefully looked closely. But, either because the summer season did not start, or I was in the wrong places and at the wrong time, I didn’t catch the attention of noteworthy objects. Quite the contrary, the morning on the island began with the work of local residents. It seemed that at 7 in the morning, they were all on their feet: knocking, painting, doing their own thing. And on the streets there are only tourists, normal-looking men and women. We wanted to go to the local museum, but a group of workers reliably protected the entrance to the museum with scaffolding. I noticed a business spirit among the locals for the upcoming summer season. With people resting here, wealth and the desire for a quiet rest and silence are read.

Another point for my observation was the question: Why is Mykonos considered one of the most expensive islands in the world? What is so here? Why do wealthy people come here to rest?

   A big plus, I set the island for delicious food in a cafe and good, quick service.

Peerless views and clean beaches are another significant positive factor.

A separate topic is walking along the streets of old Mykonos, overlooking the old port and promenade in the city. A new landscape with flowers and ladders opens around every turn.

Once, we just walked along the street and through the open door of the cafe I saw the sea. We entered the cafe, and it was an exit to the seashore with views of the mills and the bay. It looks like the entrance to a fabulous and beautiful world.

I have never heard loud music on the street or in a cafe. It was a great pleasure to sit in the evening in silence on the veranda and look at the town shining with lights.

22-24.04. 2019г.

Epidaurus Temple of Asclepius.

Epidaurus is located at a distance of 50 kilometers from Mycenae. In this city the healer and doctor Asclepius was born.
We enter the city. The first impression, as if we arrived at a sanatorium – fresh air, coniferous trees, paths, parks.

The city is surrounded by mountains. Instead of the planned 5 hours in Epidaurus, we got 3 hours. When leaving Athens, we got stuck in traffic for a couple of hours.

We go up and find ourselves in a large area with foundations. The inscription says that there were houses for guests and pilgrims. I consider myself a pilgrim. I don’t understand where to go further. Epidaurus has a large territory, you can’t figure it out right away without a map. A large stand with a map is in front of the museum.

The museum did not impress me. Almost all the statues are headless. The museum is interesting for people engaged in medicine. In one of the shop windows, I saw surgical instruments made of black metal.

On the map we go past the ancient stadium into the space of the remains of temples, completely covered with flowers.

What temples there are! First of all, Asclepius, Apollo, Artemis and Athens.

A colonnade was visible in the distance. Another tablet says that this is the place where the operations and treatment were carried out. Between the temple of Asclepius and the hospital there is a round structure, supplemented by modern floodlights from above. Here, judging by the inscription, healing was performed by sound and music. We sat at the temple of Asclepius, tuned in for a long time, on how people were treated here. This place still preserves the old settings related to healing, with the healing of the body and soul.

In the city of Asclepius, Epidaurus was treated on all planes – the physical body was trained in the stadium, mental wounds were healed by nature and music. If necessary, they cleaned thin bodies. Treated through sleep. They performed operations and were admitted to the hospital.

Now all the ruins are overgrown with a healing small chamomile and its smell filled the surrounding space. I, I think chamomile is the best plant for the treatment of many diseases. Chamomile is a powerful antiseptic and versatile anti-inflammatory agent. Healing chamomile was also used by druids. Maybe chamomile grew here before our era and treated people with it. I picked up some flowers to bring home.

Before and after Epidaurus there are two different states. In this place, as if the energy of life filled a dense green river in my physical and emotional bodies.

    And as if, in response to the saturation of the body with vitamins and the activation of the healing program that began in Epidaurus, after a few kilometers we stop at an orange grove and buy a bag of orange for four euros. Oranges had to be eaten in the evening and morning, since the next day there was a transfer to the island of Mykonos. In order not to take too much with us, we made fresh oranges, dined with them and had breakfast. This is what I understand. Thank Asclepius!

On the way we stopped at a workshop with clay plates and a Pythagorean bowl. I could not resist and bought a vase in the Mycenaean style. It was not finished yet, it did not shine. I look at the vase and think – what is it for? Should she have some purpose? Maybe, you know?


Mycenae. Peloponnese.

From Athens we go by minibus to Argolida – the area in the Peloponnese. The road goes past orange and olive groves. We stop at Corinth.

Corinth Canal connecting the Aegean and Ionian Seas. It began to be built even by Periander in the 7th century BC, his business was continued by Julius Caesar, Caligula and Nero. The construction of the canal was completed in 1893. That’s what I understand, a long construction! Millennium-long construction. The height of the walls of the channel is 76 meters, the water depth in it is 8 meters. The length of the channel is 6 kilometers. The blue of its water and depth takes my breath away and it’s a little scary that the phone will fall down and I will fall with it.

We drive through low and green mountains and valleys.

Here is the long-awaited Mycenae – a city that is 3000 years old. The heyday of Mycenae came in the 13th century BC. According to one legend, the city of Mycenae was founded by Perseus. From 1700 to 1001 BC e. Mycenaean civilization developed and lived its tumultuous life. Her material traces can be seen in the local museum. Mycenae was excavated and pulled out of oblivion by Heinrich Schliemann in 1876. After he discovered Troy, following his belief in myths and intuition, he went to search for Mykonos gold. I think that Heinrich Schliemann had inclusions and experience of past lives in these cities. Mycenae and Troy were fortress cities, so to speak, of the same order. They existed at one time. As we know from history, residents visited each other. On one of these visits, the Trojans led by Paris, the city of Sparta, whose king was Menelaus, the son of Atreus, was abducted by Elena. Atreus is the legendary Mycenaean ruler mentioned in the history of Herodotus. His sons Menelaus – the king of Sparta and the husband of Helen of Troy and Agamemnon – the king of Mycenae. Kings Menelaus and Agamemnon fought together against Troy and returned home victorious. Troy was the richest city of the time. The brothers did not return home empty-handed. Agamemnon was a prominent figure in the Trojan War – he led the Greek army. The king was killed by his wife Clytemnestra, who avenged him for the sacrificial murder of their daughter Iphigenia and for the murder of the first child and husband of the queen.

Mycenae is a fortress on a mountain, surrounded by a cyclopean wall, 14 meters high. The Lion Gate is the entrance to the Acropolis.

There are tombs in front of the wall. It used to be that the dead guard the living. Heinrich Schliemann discovered here 6 large stone wells in which 19 skeletons in masks made of pure gold were found. One skeleton was in the form of a mummy. Also found here swords, bowls, gold discs. The largest discovery by archaeologists in Mycenae is 9 domed tombs, of which the largest king Atreus, then the tomb of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra, his wife.

Through the lion’s gate we enter the city. The road to the city leads past the tombs and treasures of Atreus. There are not many cities of the age of Troy on earth. We rise to the very top of the hill. it offers views of the city and the mountains with the gorges surrounding it.

If we talk about places of power, then, of course, there is an unusual energy. In this place one feels something different from the Acropolis and Greek civilization.

This is especially noticeable in the museum: other ornaments on vases, differently made weapons and faces of clay figures and the figures themselves look unusual for us.

In Mycenae, I realized that Troy and Mycenae had much in common and were strongholds that survived from previous, even earlier civilizations. I had a feeling of touching something powerful, higher, not like our world.

We leave from Mycenae through the north gate. From here you can see a thick stone wall encircling the city. Now this wall is not too high, but it is clear that it has gone deep into the ground.

Then we approach the museum, and after it, on the road going down, we go to the treasury of Tsar Atreus. It is a stone pyramid or barrow. Its shape reminds me of the inside of the Red Pyramid in Egypt and the royal mound in Kerch.

I realized that I had never met the mention of so many legendary personalities at once – Perseus, Atreus, Agamemnon, Menelaus, Elena the Beautiful. Homer and Herodotus described the events of the Mycenaean era. The life of King Mycenaean Agamemnon is associated with the most legendary inhabitants of the ancient world – Odysseus and Achilles, Tyndareus and Cassandra. I look at the posthumous golden mask from the Mycenaean tomb and see other facial features and characters. To understand and feel the difference of that life allowed the current Mycenae.

Eleusis. Greece.

The archaeological area of ​​ancient Eleusis occupies a small rectangular area on the outskirts of Athens. It is easily and inexpensively accessible from the center of Athens. We took the Megara bus at the Tisio metro station, which in 30 minutes brought us directly to Eleusis. It is only necessary to cross the road and climb a hundred meters up. It cost 2 euros one way. Here, during the time of ancient Greece, Eleusinian mysteries were held, associated with the cult of Demeter and Persephone. Demeter came to Eleusis after the abduction of her daughter Persephone by the god of the kingdom of the dead by Hades. Demeter sat and grieved in a grotto in Eleusis. From her sadness the world froze: trees and flowers stopped growing, animals, birds and fish died. Then Zeus sent Hermes to Hades with the order to return Persephone to his mother. Hades let the queen eat a pomegranate seed. He knew that whoever eats something in the world of the dead should return there. Therefore, Persephone spends two-thirds of the year on earth with his mother. and one third with her husband. When Persephone with her mother on the earth everything blooms, grows and bears fruit. .When Persephone returns to Hades, winter comes on earth.

Persephone returned to life from the realm of death. A myth that gives hope to people, saying that there is a reincarnation of the soul, that death is the end for the physical body, but not for the spirit. After death, a new life begins. In antiquity, seriously ill people were brought to Eleusis, and their stay in this place made it easier for them to leave the physical plane.

Not far from the entrance there is a well, next to it there is an inscription saying that around the well there were dancers and sacrifices.

We go further into the archaeological park, we pass by the marble base with high steps, inherited from the ancient temple. To his left are underground structures. There is water in them below, and I get the feeling of entering an underground city.

To the right of the marble base of the temple, in the rock you can see the grotto or cave of Demeter. It was here that Demeter sat when she was sad about her daughter Persephone. In front of the grotto there is a stone block and smaller stones scattered around. It looks like a place where the mystes could sit. But it is fenced off with a rope.

There is also a well through which Persephone left and came. In this place, the previous settings remained and the well is a passage into the world of Persephone, into the world of the dead.

We sat opposite the grotto, next to the well, on the protruding stones. Previously asked permission from the employee of the museum park. There were few visitors, there was practically no one but us, so the employee stood at a distance of two hours of our work and watched us. As it turned out, I watched carefully. A small dog came to us and I treated her with my sandwich. But, as soon as I began to eat the rest of the bread and cheese myself, she remarked to me that it was impossible to eat here.

When we finished work, other visitors came to the cave right away, apparently for the same purpose – to tune in to Persephone and Demeter.

Two hours later, having completed the entire program, we went to the museum upstairs. There are marble bas-reliefs, statues and utensils found in Eleusis. Little is known about the Eleusinian Mysteries. After all, the Mists vowed to keep a secret. I hoped that the museum would learn something new about what was happening here. The museum has images and statues of Demeter and Persephone. A lot of different dishes. Apparently it brought gifts.

I didn’t like Eleusis very much by its humanity and by the fact that a piece of past Eleusinian mysteries was preserved here.


Delphi. Temple of Apollo. Temple of Athena.

The road from Athens to Delphi goes between the mountains. Clouds hang over the mountains and there are vertical white columns of steam.

We overcome the distance of 240 kilometers on a rented mini Van in 3 hours.

In the ancient world, every self-respecting person came to Delphi. In past times, works of art and jewelry from all over Hellas – gifts from cities and islands were collected here. What was not there – the Sphinx and the Lions, the golden statue of Apollo, the rich treasury and utensils, temples and columns.

I kept thinking how many days did it get here from Asia Minor, from island states in the Aegean and Ionian Seas? In Delphi there were Midas of Lydia, Tarquinius the Proud, Croesus, Alexander of Macedon.

What were Delphi famous for? Here in the temple of Apollo, the Pythia broadcasted the future, gave answers to questions, conveyed to people the will of the gods. From the temple there was an exit to a crevice in the mountains, in which, under the influence of special fumes, the Pythians entered into a trance and transmitted messages in verse.

Delphi flourished in the 5th – 3rd centuries BC. Even before the foundation of the temple, according to local legend, shepherds grazed goats on Mount Parnassus. The goats at the crevice of the cave began to behave strangely: they bleated with almost human voices.

Another legend is connected with the god of the sun, art and divination – Apollo. As soon as he was born on the island of Delos, he immediately took a bow and golden arrows and flew to Parnassus to fight the monster Pithon. He killed Python and for 8 years atoned for the sin of murder. In ancient Greece, only people with an unsullied reputation were allowed into Delphi.

At the foot of the mountain is Kastalsky spring with sacred water. Before entering the Delphic Temple, travelers were washed in the waters of the Kastalsky spring. Then they went to the temenos – a sacred piece of land. There was the temple of Apollo and the oracle.

Myths say that Apollo leads dances with nymphs at the waters of the Kastalsky spring. When he leads round dances the earth and the gods rejoice.

     I washed my face with running water at Kastalsky spring. A tree grows next to it, it seemed strange to me.

Already when we left twice, I returned to the tree. The tree attracted my attention, and the most understandable thing I can say: As if the tree has grown together with a rational being.

We climb the Via Sacra – the sacred road. The first interesting object on our way is the Omphalos stone – the navel of the earth, or the center of the world. Now, a smooth gray stone with white veins is installed in this place, resembling half an egg cut horizontally. At the local museum, I saw another Omphalos in brown floral patterns.

According to legend, Zeus released two eagles and at this point the eagles met.

    What is a navel? This is the place through which the child is connected with the mother and the main source of nutrition for the child. Maybe a closer contact with the planet is being established here and a person receives help and better options for his future?

We climb higher to Mount Parnassus and before us appears the temple of Apollo in the form of several columns on a stone foundation. Its dimensions are 60 by 23 meters. It was built in the style of the peripter and had 15 columns in length and 6 in width. Now he has left the foundation and several columns.

From this place opens a unique, one of the most beautiful views of the mountains and the valley.

I was wondering where is the cleft in the rock, near which the Pythian priestess sat and spoke her prophecies. In front of me was a rectangle of a temple, next to stone blocks. In the side facing down, in the rear, stone masonry was visible in the ground.

A feature of Greek museum parks is the people whistling a whistle. You can’t sit on ancient stones, you can’t touch with your hands, everything around is closed and tied with ropes. On the one hand, it makes sense because there are too many visitors and everyone will be trampled, and the marble will turn black. I wanted to see what’s down there. After all, history accurately says that there was an exit to the cave in the temple connected with a crevice. Together with the student, we went down and went behind the temple. I looked in, and there was a rectangular stone box underground, the size of a room. Then we whistled, and had to leave. I managed to see that there is no crevice in the rock anywhere. Could be bombarded in this stone box?

At the very top of the mountain is a stadium, quite well preserved. It held the Pythian Games in honor of Apollo.

Not far from the temple of Apollo is a museum with what survived from being pulled by all who could.

Only Emperor Nero took 500 marble statues from here to his palaces.

In the museum I liked the sphinx and the statue of Nicky – the goddess of victory. The statue was originally located at the very top of the temple of Apollo, and as if emitted the light with which it has been saturated for hundreds of years.

If you go down from the Kastalsky spring, then after a few meters the road begins leading to the temple of Athena. The temple has an unusual round base.

Beautiful place

Especially in the spring, in a bright yellow carpet of wild flowers.

Delphi is an amazing place. It breathes differently. It has its own beauty and harmony. Maybe millennia-old pilgrimages created a special halo, maybe nature itself with crevices, vapors and greenery of mountains and valleys tried, in any case, Delphi stand out and remember forever.


Villa Winter. Secrets of the Wehrmacht.Jandia Peninsula. Fuerteventura island.

On the southernmost point of Fuerteventura, which belongs to the Canary Islands, in a place protected by cliffs on the one hand, and on the other hand, open always to the calm ocean, is the estate of Winter.

The house was built in the 40th year of the 20th century. More accurate information could not be found. The villa was built by prisoners from the concentration camp Tethius. According to their testimonies, they built a runway in the villa and saw tunnels going into the mountains. Engineer Winter was engaged in construction. Winter himself lived here until old age. The island of Fuerteventura at that time was little populated by people. The Germans evicted a few residents from the Jandia peninsula and started building the house.

One thing is clear – they were looking for a secluded place on a deserted island, protected by cliffs and with access to the ocean. This villa is surrounded by stories about tunnels from the house to the ocean, about submarines, about military and genetic experiments, about the arrival of Hitler and other high-ranking officials in Germany.
       We go to the villa with our Spanish friends Inessa and Miguel, who live on the island. We settled on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean in the town of Gran Tarajal.

With Miguel and Iness, we drove from Gran Tarahal to the Jandia Peninsula, to the lighthouse on the southernmost point of the island, to the town of Kefet, in which Villa Winter is located. The closer we get to the place we are interested in, the more difficult the road becomes.

We are driving along a dirt road, loops rising into the mountains.

Like, and on the whole island, the mountains here are black, without greenery.

Rare milkweeds and thorns grow on the hillsides and serve as food for the goats that live here. Miguel says that several years ago one car could drive along this road, and even earlier, there was practically no road. This is the first riddle. How to build a villa, and then live on it without roads? It turns out that everyone was brought by airplanes and submarines. Near the villa there is a small airfield.

The closer to Winter’s house, the stronger the wind blows. Imagine an island in the Atlantic Ocean, one side looks at the African continent, the other at the European one. Fuerteventura has an elongated shape. At the junction of the warmer ocean from the side of Africa with the cold, on the other hand, the wind always blows, always the waves knocking down, even in calm weather. It has its own charm – a seething ocean, wind, black rocks.
     We enter the house, white with a patio inside.

The house has a tower.

The owner of Pedro Fumero gives us a tour of the house and the underground floor.

It is good that we have friends who are translating for us from Spanish into Russian what the host is telling us. He is the grandson of a person serving the villa during the lifetime of engineer Winter on it. The house smells of old things. Everything remains here, as was the case with the Germans.

as our guide, who was here, says. In the glass stand in the center of the room there are German helmets

and caps, pieces of the human spine, flasks, pharmacy type.

Then the owner offers to go down to the underground floors. He asks not to take pictures. We find ourselves in a room with a stove. Our guide says that there was a crematorium. He knocks on the wall, assuring that there are stoves, as in German concentration camps. It is easy to believe in it, because it is very difficult here without his explanations. We go further down the corridor. The conductor shows the place where they shot people from a window that is invisible in a room with stoves and a large drain for blood and water. We go along a long corridor with branches. One of the corridors has a tunnel down. He goes somewhere deeper.
    The guide says that Winter Villa is a German base on a deserted island with access to the ocean. Secret genetic experiments were conducted here, weapons were tested.
    With relief, we leave the underground tunnels of the house on the street. I am not inclined to fully trust the words of the current owner or our guide. Some falsity is felt. He is interested in all sorts of fables to attract new visitors. But, without any doubt, in the basements and tunnels of the house is bad, there is the energy of death and something beyond. And around the house there is the power of wind, ocean and black hills. At the tip of Cape Jandiah are the largest winds and waves.
  We go around the house. There are bullet marks on the wall from the courtyard side. The windows of the lower floor are covered with bars. The owner takes out the grill and shows the tunnel. I looked closely, but did not see the end of the tunnel.
    We get down to the ocean.

From here the house seems small and toyish. Oncoming waves wash away the burden of past stories, but do not let us into the ocean. In these places they don’t swim, here the waves and the wind are stronger than people.


Black and white spots of Fuerteventura.

The Canary Islands group includes 7 large islands and several small ones. The Canary Islands are the remains of the continent of Atlantis, which went under water many thousands of years ago. So there were circumstances that I get to the island of Fuerteventura.

It is 100 km from the coast of Africa. We settled in the lovely town of Gran Tarajal a few meters from the ocean.

I am greeted by ridges of dark hills on which nothing grows.

The island has almost no natural greenery. The road goes between high dark mountains, covered in some places with milkweed and thorns. A large pile of local tumbleweeds is rolling right along the road. Wild goats are seen on the slopes of the mountains.

It is unclear what they eat and drink. Once a year, local farmers can take one wild goat into their herd. There are no large sources of water on the island. How could people live here? What did they eat and drink? The Canary Islands was called the “Hesperides Gardens”, a paradise.

When the Arabs and Spaniards were engaged in the development of the islands, they met here with the Guanche and Mahorer tribes. According to the descriptions of the Spaniards, the Guanches were tall people with white skin, blond or red hair. Despite the European appearance of the Guanches at the time of the arrival of the Spanish conquerors, they were a very backward tribe, firing fire by rubbing stones. They knew how to mummify the dead, knew how to talk with a whistle and considered themselves the only people who survived after the disaster on the planet.
Fuerteventura is distinguished from other Canary Islands by its black hills and black and white sands.

The island is 20 million years old. The name of the island consists of the words: Ventura – luck and happiness, Fuerte – reliable.

The plane lands on the runway near the ocean. Immediately upon arrival, it is unusual to see only black and the ocean around. Later, I find in this the uniqueness and charm of the island. Black color draws light on itself, absorbs it, which means there is a lot of energy. Another feature of the Canary Islands is the absence of poisonous snakes, mammals and insects. That’s for sure paradise!
     Fuerteventura – this is completely ridges of frozen volcanoes.

I bend over and pick up a stone from frozen lava. I walk along porous lava stones, along stone footprints filled with salt water from the Atlantic Ocean.

The pits resemble the tracks left by the feet of a giant giant walking along cooling lava. The island always blows wind.
   We settled in Gran Tarajal, a small town with a black sand beach surrounded by black mountains on all sides.

Palm trees grow from the vegetation


flowering shrubs.

Tap water desalinated from the ocean. To drink, you need to buy water in bottles. The ocean temperature in winter and summer is almost the same 20-23 degrees. The town is quiet, without large hotels.

Only local residents live here and a dozen vacationers. The beach is large and clean, with almost no vacationers.

What is the difference between staying in Fuerteventura from other places? What is the strength of this island?
Firstly, there is still no complete dominance of civilization. The middle part of the island is practically not inhabited by people. The island is in its natural form – black volcanic hills, cleanliness and space, wind and the ocean.

I kept spinning the word “clean”. Secondly, there is planetary energy frozen in stone black hills. On the island, I felt like a protected mother planet. And one more thing is on the island – a connection with the distant past, with Atlantis.

Stone Lions and Sphinxes in Madrid.

In Madrid, I see stone lions everywhere. In Cibeles Square, surrounded by a protective water wall of the fountain, the goddess Cybele rides in a chariot drawn by mighty stone lions.

This is to her stone feet applied Madrid football players, observing the ritual for victory. I have long wanted to see this work of sculptors. Cybele rides on the lions, surrounded by streams of flowing water of the fountain. You can’t approach her. Goddess, protected by water and moved to the past.

    Madrid stunned me with historical grandeur,

imperial splendor of buildings,

the breadth of the streets, its energy. The city approached me in temperament, speed of life. Here I felt safe. I liked the faces and friendliness of the townspeople. I was in Madrid for only 3 days, including one full day.
Past the Cibeles Square I walk further along a wide street to the National Archaeological Museum. Busty stone sphinxes flaunt in front of the museum.

Sphinxes of the female gender. I knew in advance that I want to see a lady from Basa and a lady from Elche in the museum. A lady from Basa was found in the city of Basa.

It belongs to the Iberian culture of the 4th century. BC.
A lady from Elche also belongs to the Iberian period of history and was found near the city of Elche.

It is impossible to take your eyes off the lady from Elche, such a beautiful and attractive stone beauty.

There were several interesting ladies in the museum. Ladies and the museum pleased. Ladies have their ancient beauty, and the museum has an abundance of historical exhibits.

For an hour and a half I managed to see only the 2nd floor. In the museum everywhere there are large and small, sitting and standing stone lions.

From the museum I’m heading to the gate of Alcalá.

The gate is one of the five ancient gates to Madrid. Outside the gate begins Retiro Park with a beautiful pond,

people boating and a big colonnade,

generously decorated with figures of gods and goddesses,

heroes and angels and, of course, lions.

Having enjoyed the splendor of the Spanish park, I go into the house of Velazquez.

Entrance to the museum is guarded by stone mythical creatures.

It turned out to be not a museum, but an exhibition hall with unusual compositions.

I return to the Puerta del Sol – the area of the Sun. My hotel is just minutes from Madrid’s sunniest square. Further, my path lies in the square of Spain. The square is framed by world-famous – the Tower of Madrid, the House of Gaillardo and the House of Spain. Spain Square itself was under repair. Walking around the square, I go to the Royal Palace and the Sabatini Gardens.

I find myself in a park with green labyrinths,

fountains and marble statues.

I didn’t have time for the palace, it was already closed.

But a lot of people came into the open doors of the temple,

located opposite the Royal Palace. There was a concert of a symphony orchestra. Mozart’s music and classical arias sounded in a high temple with excellent acoustics.

In the evening, fountains and palaces in Madrid, glowing with colorful lights, reinforced the impression of a holiday and celebration in the city.