Italy, Mar 3 - Here is the initial trip and ceremony digest I
filed from Innsbruck the evening of this auspicious day - 3-3-12
- the day of triple three's and of miracles in the Alps:
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From: Bob Altzar <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Sat, Mar 3, 2012 at 11:23 AM (HST)
Subject: Alpine healing and Despacho ceremony - digest (Mar 3)
Hello everybody. First of all, I want to
personally thank all of you, fellow-Stewards of the Earth, who
participated in our special Gaia-Pachamama healing ceremony
today and the Despacho offering. I am back in Innsbruck now,
having returned this evening from a fabulous day in Bolzano and
the High Alps. It will take me some time to process everything
that happened on this triple three's day (3-3-12), and do a
proper story and a edit my videos about it. But I don't want to
keep you in suspense. So here's a digest for now by email...
My day was, well, BIG,
exciting, unpredictable, full of highs but also some lows.
Like scraping the car against a guard rail while driving on
the freeway while trying to take a picture, would be one of
the lows. Don't worry, I am fine. I never lost control of
the car. It's just my wallet that will be hurting when I
return the car tomorrow. :-) Or getting a parking ticket in
Bolzano would be another minor low. :-) (I threw it away).
Or not getting an early wake up call from the hotel. No
worries. I was already up. Before dawn. And I am anything
but a morning person.
was so excited
about what was about to happen today that I woke up even
before sunrise. And what a beautiful dawn over Innsbruck in
Okay, now that I've got the lows out of the way first, the
rest of my day was another fabulous experience, almost like
a magical dream. But with some anxiety, too. Like, with
half an hour to go before 2PM, our agreed time for the
ceremony, I was still not sure where exactly the perfect
spot was. And was starting to despair. I knew you were all
counting on me. But I was just sort of stuck high up in the
Alps. Literally. And I was afraid I would let you down. I
could not feel anything. Or more accurately, what I felt
was that I was not at the right place. And did not feel the
energy vortex the Light Beings said was there.
Then magic started to happen...
It will take me a while to write it all
up as an interesting story. Let's just say for now
that, in the end, I accomplished everything I was hoping
for and then some. The extra part - the "then some" -
was actually quite an unbelievable display of the power
My ceremony took place above a frozen
lake (Schnals Lake) at a 6,000 ft elevation, in the
middle of several running streams from the 11,800-ft
mountain called Similaun. That's where Otzi the Iceman
(mummy) was found. He lived there 5,300 years ago. I
had had a private tour about it at the Bolzano Museum
before heading out to the high Alps. That was really a
perfect set up for what was to come.
Well, in the closing part of
my lakeside ceremony, I played my flute. I swear I did not
know what I was playing. I just knew I was playing a
beautiful tune. I was sort of in a trans. Just going through
the motions as if somebody else was pulling the string. It
was only about five minutes later, as I hummed the same tune
in my head trying to figure out what it was, that I realized
that it was Amazing Grace! Amazing, huh? I was clearly
guided by the Spirit to play just that melody at that sacred
spot at that time on this triple three's day (3-3-12).
The Apucheta you see in the forefront
(right shot) was something I hurriedly built just before
starting the ceremony at 2:05PM local time. I actually
worked up a sweat doing it as I was trying to make our
appointed time for the ceremony It is now our
permanent marker of this sacred spot where our kullas
anchor us to the Alpine energy vortex under Mt Similaun.
I invite you to visit it whenever you can and feed it
with your own love and prayers.
But what happened
DURING my playing was even more unbelievable. I was facing
North. North is the direction that ties us, Inca shamans, to
the lineage of the Holy Mountains in Peru. At one point, I
thought I saw a herd of llama. I shook my head in disbelief
and stopped playing the flute, and tried to focus. Could it
be possible? Llamas in the Alps? Or have I been
transported to Peru? Are these really the Andes and not the
Those kinds of thoughts were racing through my head. The
llamas were about half a mile away, grazing on a hill above
the frozen lake. I had a video camera taping my ceremony,
so I hope the camera caught my stunned reaction. After a
while, I continued playing and finished the song.
then set the Despacho on fire, waited till it was almost
finished burning, then packed up my gear and headed up the
hill toward my car, trudging across snow to get to it. After
I put my bags in the car, I went back to the lake and
started to walk on the path toward what I thought were the
llamas. When I came close, there was no doubt. The llamas
so tame and friendly that I recorded a video of them which
is several minutes long. At one point, they were only three
to four feet away from me. I talked to them sweetly and I
suspect they felt it.
I also took some still pictures. Just in
case that some of my friends doubted what I saw and
might think that I had lost my mind in the Alps on
3-3-12. :-) Above are still clips from my video.
After I started to feel
the elements around that lake and the stream, I did not
really have any doubt that I did the ceremony and left
our Despacho at the right spot. I felt the power of the
place. It had everything a vortex should. All elements
participated in the ceremony as well as all cardinal
directions. Even the copper in stones sparkled in the
sunshine. The weather was perfect. Inti Taiti (Father
Sun) showed up on and off when I addressed him. But
that herd of llamas in the Alps topped it all. They
reconfirmed in spades that we now have a shamanic anchor
at a perfect spot in the Alps. The llamas were the
Spirit's way of letting me know that.
Anyway, I could go
on and on, but I'll stop at this mountain anecdote.
When I came back to Innsbruck the night was already
falling. It was a little after 6PM. I had no city map.
And even if I did, I couldn't see anything in the dark.
And I entered the city from a different direction.
Again, the Spirit took over. I kept driving toward
where I thought the center of the city would be, and
hoped for the best. After a while, I got to a square
that looked familiar on the right side. I turned to the
left. There it was - my hotel, the Hilton. "Oh my God,"
I said out loud. "I can't believe what just happened."
I swear, I still have
NO IDEA HOW I GOT THERE. It was like being drawn by a
magnet. I was completely stunned to find my hotel like that.
When Elizabeth heard this, she reminded me of the same thing
that happened to both of us last October when we were
returning to London after a ceremony in York. We found our
way through London on a Saturday night and returned the
rental car near the Victoria Station without a map or any
other aid. Just the Spirit guidance.
Back in Innsbruck, then I parked the car, took my stuff to
the room, and rushed out to see if the place that had the
red hats for Elizabeth was still open. Sadly, it was not.
Most stores around here close at 6. But another souvenir
store nearby was. So I got her three patches she wanted.
On my way back, I stopped at had dinner
at the same restaurant as last night. Different waiter,
same excellent food. This time, I had Wiener Schnitzels
and crepes. Yum. And I spoke only German to this
Now I am back in my room
recovering from the BIG DAY. I took over 70 photos and about
30 minutes of video. "All
in a Day's Work,"
the title of a story from my 1995 Bosnian war diary. Except
this time it was today - 3-3-12.
told Elizabeth this evening that I hoped her Saturday was as
beautiful but not as exciting as mine. I am saying "not as
exciting as mine" only because I am not sure that living on
the edge is everyone's cup of tea. I told her if she had
been there with me, I would have probably had to leave her
in Bolzano to do some shopping while I tackled the Alps. Or
did I go to the Andes? :-)
Love and blessings to all,
Otzi Museum Visit
Marlene Pfeiffer, a guide
whom the Museum Director Dr. Angelika Fleckinger
assigned to give me a private tour, waited for me at the
entrance when I arrived. We hit it off splendidly right from the
start. She had checked out several of my web sites and had a
very good idea what my mission was about and what my interests
were. Basically, I said I was especially interested in
anything that has not been published about Otzi at various
Internet sites, including that of the South Tyrolean Archeology
Museum where we now were.
immediately and cut to the chase right off the bat. Here
are some of the highlights I took away from the 1.5-hr visit to
The forensic analysis and scientific reconstruction of the life this
46-year resident of the Alps led over 5,300 years ago was nothing
short of stunning. Rather than recount all details here, I suggest
you start at the Wikipedia and the Museum's web sites and dig in as
deeply as you wish.
Otzi died a violent death. He had an arrow lodged in his left
shoulder which accounts for a crooked position of his left arm at
death. He likely bled to death from an artery punctured by the
arrow. He was found face down in the glacier, suggesting he
may have fallen. He may have broken the bone in his forehead
above his right eye in such a fall. He may have been also
bludgeoned on the head, as his skull was also fractured.
A friend of mine from Chicago, a retired linguistics professor, sent
me an article this morning in German in which medical examiners
alleged that he was suffering from elevated cholesterol. I had to
laugh. You have an arrow stuck in your left shoulder, somebody has
bashed you on the had, and you are worried about cholesterol?
Besides, the cholesterol lowering drugs have just been bashed by an
FDA warning on their side effects. Otzi was lucky. He did not
have pharmaceutical companies trying to "cure" him of something.
He was probably an important person judging my the articles found on
and around him. He wore a bearskin hat, for example, with
leather straps. His fur coat had dark and light colored fur
alternating in stripes, suggesting people even that far back had
some artistic and aesthetic sense.
He had also received some "acupuncture"-type healings on his lower
back and below his knees. That's where there are visible marks
of "tattoos." They were vertical lines of different
lengths and densities. They were made by incisions which were then
filled with charcoal. Current theory is that this was done at
particular spots to facilitate healings of pains Otzi was
experiencing there. Even before Marlene finished explaining
this, I uttered the word "acupuncture." Incredible,
But the most amazing part of the exhibit for me was the blade
of the ax. It was made out of bronze. Five and a half
millennia ago, mankind is believed to be just entering the bronze
age. Yet this ax head was perfectly shaped. It could
have been made in the Middle Ages or even today judging by its looks.
So how did the society that ancient have the know-how and the skills
to separate the bronze from the ore, melt it into pure metal, and
then shape it into implements, such as this ax? Unbelievable!
Marlene explained that there is indeed bronze even today visible in
the rocks in the part of the Alps where Otzi was found.
Indeed, later this afternoon, I was to find them as well. In
fact, I now have several kullas with substantial bronze content that
have been gifted to me (and to us, SOEs) by Apu Similaun, our new
Alpine benefactor Apu. Here
are some photos of the bronze-filled kullas I took when I returned to Innsbruck...
I intuited from Apu Similaun that I am
to share the three kullas (right shot) with my fellow-Stewards of the Earth.
So when I get a chance, I will send them to Annmarie in Denmark,
to Eve in Ireland, and to Walter in the Netherlands. The
bigger one is Apu Similaun's return gift to Goddess Pele for the
big "exploding" Basalt rock she had had me put into our
Despacho. The ceke line between these two kullas -
Hawaiian and the Alpine - will now be activated no matter where
* * *
After I was finished at the Museum, it
was just before noon. Since the weather was beautiful, I
took a short walk around the center of Bolzano. At the main
plaza, the Walther Square, the sounds of this old musician
playing an ancient instrument attracted my attention. It
could have been 1712 rather than 2012 for the difference it
seemed to make to him. :-) He was just having fun in the sun
being a Kokopelli and bringing joy of music to people.
After I turned away from him, I looked
down and saw a beautiful stone glistening in sunshine. I
picked it up. I knew immediately, this is to be my Bolzano
kulla. Because it had the bronze sparkle in it. And
I had just walked out of the Museum talking about it. But
just to make sure, I looked all over this beautifully maintained
square to see if there were any other loose stones anywhere.
There were none. So here it is... (right).