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Travel along Spine of Europe: Clearing European Continental Chakras of Constantine's and Other Warrior Energies
Visit to Serbia: Elizabeth's High Point of Entire Trip
From an Epic Shamanic Pilgrimage for Love and Peace
Visit to Serbia: High Point of Trip for Elizabeth
VENICE-BELGRADE, Oct 6-7 - What happened during our short visit in Serbia is a great example of why one should never confuse quantity with quality. We spent less than 24 hours in my native country. Yet we came away with three movies, countless stories and a lifetime of memories.
"Of the 11 countries that we visited, the most memorable one that I think of every day, and it's very moving, was our visit to Belgrade (Serbia)," Elizabeth said in an Oct 30 interview about the highlights of our European pilgrimage (see Epic European Pilgrimage 2011 - Video Highlights).
"Why," I asked her.
"It was very moving because it touched my heart. I was thrown back in time," she said. "The energy or the feeling I had in Belgrade was unbelievable. It was just very moving. It is something I will never forget."
Usually, such highs were preceded by lows. Which is how we both felt about our human experiences in Venice, the visual beauty of the city notwithstanding. Even leaving Venice was a hassle. In fact, it was probably the worst part of a long day that started in Pula, Croatia.
After a long tour of Venice by train, boat and on foot, we headed back to the Mestre station for an overnight train ride to Zagreb, Croatia and on to Sirmium (Sremska Mitrovica) and Belgrade in Serbia (see the map - right). It was a 580-mile overnight journey which took about 15 hours.
This is where we faced some of the biggest logistical and physical challenges of our entire trip. On paper, it seemed simple. We had reservations in a sleeping car on the train to Zagreb. But nowhere at the Mestre station was it marked where our particular car would stop. And trains are quite long. They only stopped at Mestre for about two minutes. We had two big and heavy and two smaller bags. There were no porters around to help. Nor were any escalators. So I had to lug the bags one at a time up and down the stairs at each track.
Well, we made it. But not without a major hassle and hustle to running up and down the length of the train, heavy bags in tow, looking for our reserved car.
Once we found it and checked in, we realized that there was absolutely no room to move after we had somehow jammed in our four bags in between, beside and around the two bunk beds. Since I took the upper one, I had to virtually levitate to get up and down from it. :-) Even snapping these pictures required certain yoga prowess and flexibility. But we took it all as great fun and a new adventure for both of us. We even did something else neither of us had ever done before in a moving train.
Since it was a night train, there was no chance of any sightseeing. So we tried to sleep as best as we could with all the racket and shaking. We got to Zagreb around 4AM where we had to disembark and change trains. We were afraid we would have to go through another nightmare of trying to figure out which track our train would be at, and then have to race again to find the right car. As it turned out, thanks to our divine travel guides, the place where I had left Elizabeth with our bags while I walked around to try to get some information was the EXACT spot where our Belgrade-bound car was parked. :-) Some may call it luck. We knew better. So I thanked our guides profusely in a predawn prayer.
As you can see, we were virtually the only passengers in our car (later on, after I had taken these shots, some people did arrive).
The five-hour ride from Zagreb to Sremska Mitrovica (Sirmium in Roman time) was fairly uneventful. Pannonia (the flat and fertile area which was once the bottom of the Pannonian Sea) is as flat as a pancake. Which made for an interesting sunrise.
The action on board started after we left Vinkovci (Croatia), and were getting close to the border with Serbia. That's where we went through three inspections and stampings of our passports by the Croatian border guards. We laughed about how casual the Serbian officials were by comparison. They barely looked at our documents. Immediately after crossing into Serbia, near the town of Sid, we saw these US Steel train cars. "How on earth did they get here?" I said out loud, not expecting any answer from Elizabeth.
We were met at the train station by my sister and her husband. Here's what Elizabeth had to say in a subsequent interview about that first encounter...
We only had about five hours into which to pack a visit to my sister's house, to our parents' grave and the clearing ceremony at the Sirmium Imperial Palace.
Yet we even managed a walk through the town on the river Sava in which I attended middle and high school - unbeknownst to me at the time, of course, that I was following in Constantine's steps 1700 years earlier.
Above are some shots from the visit to our parents' gravesite. My sister and I lit candles and laid flower on their memorial before joining them in prayer. That's where I also bought the pink flowers which I was to use later on at the shamanic clearing ceremony at the Sirmium Imperial Palace (right). I am wearing yellow because Sirmium represents the Solar Plexus chakra of the European continent.
SERBIA Photo Album
TO BE CONTINUED...
BACKGROUND & CONTEXT
HAIKU, Maui, Sep 27, 2011 - To understand the full context of this extraordinary journey, a new reader needs to check out and contemplate the following revelations that came to be about Constantine, the first Roman Emperor to embrace Christianity and help codify it (see Nicene Creed) into a religion that we still know it today, 1700 years later. The first revelation occurred in late June of this year, at the time of the 40th anniversary of my first wife's death (Betty, who I later intuited was also my first wife Minervina in the Constantine lifetime).
Through a combination of my own intuitions, and that of my Masters-Teachers and other important figures in Constantine's lifetime who are incarnated today, I pieced together this fascinating mosaic of stories (published at my arts and spirituality web site - www.altzar.org ):