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From boat to bus, we head back in the general direction of Gorno-Altaisk, but that is not to be our destination. Passing through some grim zones where mining of some kind had occurred, we finally come to another small community, where after winding through dirt roads and across a field we come to a halt. Awaiting us is Anton Yudanov and a small gathering. After another tea, we head out again, this time with Yudanov to Mount Taiga, the sacred mountain of this region. The bus and its driver, Sasha, perform miracles, and as night is falling we reach a a rugged and desolate mountain top. A few primitive cabins await us. Shall we stay here or return? The idea of going back down the mountain in the night on the ancient bus is too intimidating. No, let us stay here, this is where we are meant to be! As the confusion subsides, a campfire is going, the sauna is started up, and Bolon Ik and I find ourselves in a cabin reminiscent of the cabins in the retreat center where we first met 20 years ago in the Rocky Mountains. This cabin is a luxury because we get it to ourselves. Everyone else is either in the other cabin, outside, or on the bus. The next morning we take a hot sauna and after some breakfast, head off with Yudanov, Olga, Klavdia, Rosalind, Tynetta and Timofey to a sacred spot on the far side of the Mountain. After plunging through treacherous undergrowth we arrive at a spectacular overhang with an incredible vista of the distant ranges of the Altai mountains. With the assistance of Klavdia and Olga, Yudanov, Head of the Cedar of Mt.Taiga, performs a ceremony, opening the gates of Altai for us. Rejuvenated, we get back on the bus, and after some time, arrive back at Gorno-Altaisk once again. Now it is the 11th day of the Magnetic Moon, White Rhythmic Wizard. After some rest at the hotel we are taken to the Dom Kultury, the Hall of Culture where we are to make a public presentation. Concurrently we pick up copies of the Arcturus Probe just printed in Russian translation in Altai. This edition of the Arcturus Probe also contains the Campaign for the New Time document, the description of our Mission to Altai and the seven-day seminar, and the Prophecy of Pacal Votan. On the way to the Dom Kultury we stop at the house of a channeler who created a startling set of drawings in 1991-92, and which she wishes for me in particular to see and hear about. The timing of the channeling impresses me, as it coincides with the Time Shift - and the G-7 takeover. Some of the drawings strike me as the reminiscence of the last days of Mars. Following our presentation at the Dom Kultury, attended by the Minister of Culture, there is a lengthy musical performance presented by a traveling Turkish-Altaic-Mongolian cultural mission. All in all, the music and folk dancing are impressive, especially the overtone throat singing as it is called. Reminiscent of Tibetan chanting, the throat singing is the principle way the oral cultural tradition of Altai is transmitted, accompanied always by the two-stringed Topshur. Arriving back in the hotel late that night, we are informed that our bus must be used to transport the Turkish ensemble to another community but that it should be back by eleven the next morning.
Back at the hotel we begin what seems like an interminable wait for our bus. Finally by three in the afternoon we are back in bus number 608 (19 x 32) and headed out toward the more remote regions of Altai. We are late in our schedule now. We were supposed to be in Ust Kan by the afternoon and then on to the village of Mendur Sokkon, but if we can make it to Ust Kan by night fall we will be lucky. This time as we head out, after several hours, something different happens. As we go over a mountain pass, I gasp. Before us spreads out a valley, or a series of valleys of incredible serenity and expansiveness ... "The Altai opened its width before us. It
bloomed with all playing tints of blue and green. it whitened with
far away snows. The grass and the flowers are of a horse-rider height.
You cannot even discern a horse. We have never seen such grasses
before. It is strange and magic - everywhere in the region they
boast of unbelievable flowers. They say that in spring some special
red lilies are in bloom.
The next morning during our sauna, an intense thunderstorm comes across the plain. Bolon Ik spots a rainbow on the horizon. Following breakfast the community leaders join us to go to the village of Mendur-Sokkon. Here is to be found the Museum of Ethnography and its wise and knowledgeable curator, Nikolai Shodoyev, who has eagerly been awaiting our arrival. Like other Altai people, Shodoyev senses a deep mystical connection between the Altai cosmology and that of the Maya. In a yurt we sit facing each other and begin the cosmological exchange. It is an ancient and archetypal moment. Where did we all come from? Which stars are really home to us? Tollan of the Maya and Tulan valley of the Altai, place where the dream gates open... "The pole star is where the soul migrates to and from," he says. "Shambhala is not really the correct word. It is Belevodye, the White Land, and today the new religion is the White Faith." Now with the Mayan prophecies coming to Altai, will this bring about the return of Belevodye, the much sought after Shambhala? The old shaman curator brings out a stone rubbing recently brought to him. Is this a star map, he asks me? A horizontal chain of beings, and a chain of beings in vertical descent. A Celestial elk with eleven star spots inside its body. Animal constellations crowded next to each other. Our time is limited and we go into the Museum and then bid farewell ... until the next time when we can finish the conversation. Villagers crowd around us as we take the final photos. Our little red bus is now headed back to Ust Kan, and then on to the Uymon Valley, to the upper Uymon valley and the Roerich Museum. We take a road that is endless. Wild horses and mountain streams where we stop to fill our bottles with fresh water. By the springs are the trees full of ribbons, the ribbons of Akh Burkhan, the White Faith - a white ribbon for God, blue for Altai, yellow for family ... White Burkhan, the place of the soul's abode, the White Faith, Belevodye, Shambhala. Could it be that Shambhala is alive in the hearts of the people of Altai, and waiting to be recognized as such? Our bus winds this way and that, finally crossing the river Katun, the female waters rushing down from holy Mount Belukha called Kadyn Bazhi Uch Sumer in the Altai language, "Sacred Katun Three Peaks." Now we are in the upper Uymon valley, in a small village, towards mid-afternoon. We come to a stop. There it is, the Roerich Museum, a typical wooden Russian style house, with ornate window frames. Above the roof there is a wrought iron version of the symbol of the Banner of Peace. We are escorted inside where there are several little rooms of Roerich memorabilia, as well as reproductions of some his paintings and drawings. We are told that Roerich did over 5,000 paintings during his trek through central Asia, 1926-28. The curator informs us that it was exactly 75 years ago to the day - August 7th - that Roerich had been in this very house which is now a museum. To complete the circle, we make a presentation of the Banner of Peace, announcing that with the Thirteen Moon Calendar Change Peace Plan we also hope to complete the Roerich's vision of the coming of a New Time. Timofey comes and whispers to me, "Dmitriev is here, Alexei Dmitriev is here!" What a perfect surprise. The Russian scientist I was most curious to meet while in Novosibirsk, the noted and controversial Alexei Dmitriev, was absent while we were in the Siberian metropolis. But as fate would have it, here he was in Altai - and at the Roerich Museum, no less. A vital man with silver hair, his handshake spoke volumes in its firmness and warmth. Two chairs were placed for us in the garden, while the rest of the entourage, for the most part, gathered informally around us. Ever since I had come across his work in 1997 - specifically the plasma universe model and his heliospheric research - I had wanted to converse with him. I found it interesting that in his essay "Altai," Nicholas Roerich was also concerned with sunspot cycles, cosmic radiation and their role in the coming planetary transformation, very much to the point of Dmitriev's research. In the far-ranging conversation, we found many convergent points, the disturbed and disturbing artificial electromagnetic field created by the human technosphere and its effect on the solar system, foremost among them. And the dates - 2005, according to Dmitriev, being the point of impending cosmic catastrophe on Earth due to what I would call the effects of 12:60 human deviation - as well as 2012, the dead-end of history and the transformation point of Mayan prophecy. But what interested Dmitriev the most were the anomalous zones of Altai and elsewhere in Siberia where he had conducted research on what he calls "self-luminous structures." Were these zones in Altai points at which the energy of the Earth's core connected with interdimensional vortices, entry into which connected one with Earth's etheric body? The spontaneously appearing self-luminous structures recorded and reported at these points were, according to Dmitriev, actually aspects of Earth's future etheric body entering into the present moment in time. While Dmitriev and his male colleagues had perfect early childhood memory recall experiences in these anomalous zones, a female colleague had precise precognitive experiences. Were the existence of these zones the reason why Altai is called the navel of the earth? According to the Maya, the human navel connects one with the Kuxaan Suum, the etheric cord that links one to the Hunab Ku, galactic central - would it not be the same for the Earth? As to the question asked of myself, "How could knowledge of the Maya, a people of the past, be so close to Dmitriev with his concern for the future?" I replied, "because the Mayan time science is actually a science from the future and not from the past." Winding down our memorable conversation, it was time to move on. In customary manner now, following the photo session I blew my little Quena flute from the Andes, and everybody on our team responded by boarding the bus. Now with us was Valentina Magnetic Star's eleven year old grand-daughter, Dasha Electric Storm, who was happy to join this most unusual caravan. I would be remiss if I did not mention that on the bus, we had many long conversations with Mother Tynetta, who is endlessly and positively inquisitive. A true life-long seeker, her husband, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad had left the ever elegant Tynetta with a gigantic cosmological jigsaw puzzle to piece together, a puzzle that involved the seeking for clues of the thirteenth tribe of Shabazz, a study of the world's calendars, a search for the Asian root of the African or original people, and the preparation for the time when a true language of telepathy would make itself known. At the root of her seeking and questions was the Holy Quran itself, to which she continuously referred both for study as well as its use as an oracle of sorts. Wherever we went, with whomever we met, Mother Tynetta would ask compelling questions. The meeting with Dmitriev was yet another cosmic trigger for her. As we spoke, the bus, now headed back in the direction of Ust Kan, veered off on a side road. Now we were headed up a mountain slope of the lower Uymon valley. At the end of the road in a little village, another vehicle awaited us. Following this vehicle we drove across fields where there appeared to be no road at all. Soon, behind us we could see the sacred snowcapped mountain, Belukha, the three sacred peaks of the Katun, according to Roerich, the throne of Maitreya, the coming Buddha. Finally we came across another small scattering of houses, and our bus came to a halt. We were greeted by Victor Katynov Spectral Star, headman of the Korunda Village. He was very happy to see us. "A miracle occurred today," he exclaimed, "because we knew you were coming! This morning it was raining and we were told that it was to rain all day. But suddenly by mid morning the rain stopped and it became perfectly clear." Arriving at his yurt, he guided us to the doorway, and told us to turn around. There directly beyond his doorway was the singular majesty of Mt Belukha. Victor had arranged a "high tea" for our entourage. His yurt was packed with many villagers, their weather-worn faces beaming in anticipation. Victor addressed us all. He said that they knew for a long time that someone would come from North America one day to help fulfill their prophecies. And he was proud this very day that José Argüelles had come with his group to his village, to his house. In response I spoke of our mission to complete the Roerich's vision by bringing the prophecy of the Maya to Altai. This being done, we could now expect Altai to become the seed of the New Time for the whole planet. it was hard to leave these people. They all gathered around us, hugging and taking pictures of Rosalind, asking questions of Tynetta, taking photos of Bolon Ik and myself. Some who were sick wanted me to touch and heal them. I touched them and told them that only God heals, but to pray and send light to the place in them that was sick. They all wanted us to come back. We finally departed, but not until after another miracle start from Sasha, for his bus would die from time to time, and once it even appeared to be burning up. But always he would take his screwdriver or tire jack and insert at some point in the engine when with a loud "karoom!" the engine would turn over and start again. After taking a number of the villagers down the mountain we got back on the main highway and drove into the night. Since we had lost so much time leaving Gorno-Altaisk, it was now decided to head directly to Olga's village. it was four in the morning when we arrived at Olga's village in the Karakol valley of central Altai. Olga had prepared a small room for us where we slept soundly for a few hours. In the bright sunshine of the morning we gathered in the kitchen yurt. We were going to head up the hillside past the village to the sacred ground where Olga does ceremony everyday. The headman of the village joined us. As we drove the bus up to the foot of the steep hillside, Olga explained that the ceremony performed by Yudanov, keeper of the sacred cedars of Mount Taiga, was incomplete. Now with an elder in the White Faith, said to be the Head Shaman of Altai, we could perform the entire ceremony. This is a wind horse ceremony which involves the burning of the cedar, sprinkling melted butter into the fire, and circumambulation of a natural altar. Olga also spoke of the fact that we were doing the ceremony after full moon, while the best time to do the ceremony was at new moon. The ceremony was very familiar, and we could see similarities with both Tibetan vajrayana as well as the Shambhala practices to which our Tibetan teacher had introduced us. In fact, on this very day, Magnetic 14, August 8, we knew that half way around the world was the beginning of a ten day ceremony to consecrate the stupa to our teacher in the Rocky Mountains where we had originally met. Now we were here on this ancient hillside in Altai. In the distance were the craggy peaks of another holy mountain, Karakol, or Karakol Bazhy Uch Sumer. Meditating on all of this I wondered, was the White Faith the new Earth religion heralding the return of Shambhala? Returning to Olga's it was high noon, Bolon Ik was coughing and I felt she needed to rest. This seems to have complicated the schedule. As we later learned we were expected in the regional capitol of Ongudai at 1:00 PM. We were to leave at 2:00 PM, but after a brief rest we met with the villagers and addressed them concerning our Mission. We left them all with pocket calendars, and by 2:30 or so were on our way to Ongudai. it was some time after three o'clock when we reached the little provincial capitol. Apparently our reception committee became exasperated with our late arrival and was nowhere around. We were scheduled to give a public talk at the local cultural center at four. As we waited for some signal we were finally taken to the office of the district head. Led into his office, I apologized on behalf of our mission that there had been some confusion and that in no way did we mean to inconvenience him or show disrespect to the elders of the district who had expected us. After being taken to the district library and museum, it was decided to go to the cultural hall for the talk. It was now close to five in the afternoon. The talk had been publicized as "Altai Ascending, Earth Ascending," and it very much spoke to the theme of our mission. Preceding our talk an award was given to a young throat singer of great renown who was considered a genuine cultural heritage. We gave a Banner of Peace to the head of the district and commenced with our talk. The state television people were present in the crowded hall, and despite the earlier confusions of the day, things seemed to be improving, though there was still an air of chaos, especially when an Altai woman wished to read some channeled messages regarding our visit. Afterwards we had a late tea in the district building and then drove off to the rustic Karakol Ethnopark. A sheep had been killed on our behalf and fresh barbecued mutton was served to us. As the principle guest of honor it was my responsibility to take the most choice part and partake of it first. It was tasty. My pleasure in the meat improved our host's humor. Joining us all afternoon was Danile of the Tengri Spiritual Ecology School. Looking very much like an American Indian, Danile proved to be a very sensitive and well-informed person. As in other formal events there was to be a concert. However, as we ate, a very powerful windstorm suddenly occurred followed by great blasts of lightning and thunder. All of the electricity went out, and the performers turned around to leave. This was another tense moment. Danile later said that he felt the wind storm was literally the winds of change that were occasioned by our visit. I agreed, and added that such a storm was a sign for everybody to wake up and pay attention to what was really going on. After the electricity came back on, the performers returned, and everything relaxed. Another great evening of music and song was concluded. The district head was now in a very happy mood. Everything ended well that day after all. We drove back to Olga's and had another very hot sauna before retiring after another very long day. A solid night's sleep had us up early the next morning. We were to meet Danile and a few others at the house of a noted channel and psychic, Antonia Tundinova. We took her a little by surprise but she very graciously received us. We gave her a book by Dmitriev, and then exchanged words concerning her perceptions of Altai's role in the spiritual transformation of the Earth. This led to Danile's explanation of the Tengri Spiritual Ecology. After a warm farewell we visited the local museum. it was interesting to see the teepee style yurts that were once so common in Altai. Then with Danile as our guide we drove to see the kurghans or great barrows and ancient burial sites. Plowing over rock and up river beds, our little bus finally came to a halt. A new land rover then assisted us the rest of the way to the archeological site. High atop a wind swept plateau, lines of perfectly placed stones, equidistant to each other and no more than knee high, created great patterns beneath the open sky. In the center of these stone "star maps," was an ancient burial site. I could not help but think that in the synchronic order this was the day 10 Mirror, the very day the tomb of Pacal Votan had been discovered, exactly seventy 260-day galactic spins earlier. Now here we were with the knowledge of his Prophecy, invoking that knowledge among these stones and burial grounds, sharing it with the living culture and people of Altai.
After another harrowing bus ride through rivers and up a rough mountain road,we got out and climbed over a hilltop and into another sacred valley. There in the distance was a small white stupa built just over four years ago by some Tibetan lamas. However, this stupa was in honor of Bo'or the Altai shaman who spent 20 years in Tibet some 250 years ago and returned with the message of Akh Burkhan the White Faith. This system gradually replaced the animal sacrifices and beliefs of the older shamanism, and in 1904 was declared the state religion. Touching this stupa, we thought again of the Stupa being consecrated at precisely this very moment to Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche in the Rocky Mountains, and how the vision of Shambhala had now traveled back and forth around the world. And, I also wondered, was the acceptance of Akh Burkhan in 1904 a sign that 100 years later, in 2004, that Altai would enter the New Time through the prophecy of the Thirteen Moon calendar? Late in the afternoon we arrived at the Katun river resort, a thoroughly tourist oriented campsite and accommodations - Russian style. But it was still rustic by any standards, and on the banks of the sacred Katun river. The very name -Kadyn in Altaian - allusion of Katun, evoked the Maya time cosmology, and hence proved to be the perfect place to unfold our seven-day Seminar joining the ancient Maya and Altai through the science of the law of Time. "Altai and the Ancient Maya: The Law of Time, From the
Past to the Future," Premise of the Seminar: The Law of Time is a recent discovery based on research into the mathematics and cosmology of the Mayan calendar system. The essence of this discovery states that time is a frequency, the universal frequency of synchronization. All ancient and indigenous peoples have known this intuitively. The modern world, however, is based on a system of time that is mechanistic and maintained by an unnatural and irregular calendar, which results in the creation of an artificial timing frequency. It is the immersion in and pursuit of this artificial timing frequency that has plunged the modern human into crisis and turned the biosphere upside down. Only by returning to the universal frequency of synchronization will the human survive, and the biosphere be restored. This is the message of the Law of Time. By conducting this seven day seminar in Altai, we wish to initiate a time of universal peace that takes root in and radiates out from Altai, the heart of Asia - and of the Earth. Magnetic Moon 15, Kin 218, White Planetary Mirror. (Galactic Anniversary of the opening of the tomb of Pacal Votan) August 9, 2001. Arrival, registration and settling in of participants. Magnetic Moon 16, Kin 219, Blue Spectral Storm, August 10.
Hun- Day One. Magnetic Moon 17, Kin 220, Yellow Crystal Sun, August 11.
Ca - Day Two Magnetic Moon 18, Kin 221, Red Cosmic Dragon, August 12.
Ox- Day Three Magnetic Moon 19, Kin 222, White Magnetic Wind, August 13.
Can - Day Four Magnetic Moon 20, Kin 223, Blue Lunar Night, August 14. Ho
- Day Five Magnetic Moon 21, Kin 224, Yellow Electric Seed, August 15.
Vax - Day Six Magnetic Moon 22, Kin 225, Red Self-existing Serpent, August
16 The Seminar was carried out according to the schedule which had been originally proposed. 157 people registered and were in full attendance. Some 28 people attended as observers. In addition, nine people represented the media. The largest number of participants were from Altai and Russia, but there were representatives of a number of other nations as well including:Latvia, Lithuania, Kazakstan, Uzbekistan, and the Ukraine. Organized by members of PAN (Planet Art Network) Russia, there were also four members of PAN Holland who came to assist in the program. In addition to the lecture format, each morning session was begun with a Prayer to the Seven Galactic Directions performed by Bolon Ik, and flute music which closed the morning session and opened and closed the afternoon sessions in order to place people in a meditative state of mind. For the first five days the whole group was divided into the five Earth Family discussion groups according to the galactic signature assigned by date of birth. The final two days, for creative challenge, the group was divided into the four color families or Root Races. In addition to the presentations made by the Seminar leaders, José Argüelles-Valum Votan and Lloydine Argüelles-Bolon Ik, Mother Tynetta Muhammad made a special presentation on the morning of the final session. The entire event concluded with a vow for seven times seven generations to uphold the law of time and work for the regeneration of the Earth and the biosphere. During the event three new books in Russian translation were presented: The Arcturus Probe (Campaign for the New Time and Prophecy of Pacal Votan); Lectures of José Argüelles, Including the Book of Kin (based on the seven day seminar in Solnechnogorsk , Electric Moon, 2000); Thirteen Moons in Motion and other writings including the Dynamics of the Law of Time; while one new text in the Altai language, was also presented, Altai and the Ancient Maya, an anthology of writings based on the study of the work of José Argüelles. In addition to the lectures, the Seminar leaders had daily interviews with the press; with participants who had special interests ' and with members from other nations who wished to begin new PAN organization in their respective countries (Kazakstan, the Baltic States - Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia). As a result of the interest in new PAN organizations, we shall soon be submitting a PAN Charter which gives guidelines for protocol of organization, rights and responsibilities, and of translation and publishing procedures in foreign language and /or other countries. Further extending the interests of the Campaign for the New Time, protocol of agreement was drawn up with Lubina S. Gordina, of the Supreme Ecological Council of the Russian Dumas and United Nations Female Ecological Council, to work jointly on a Universal Law for Human and Ecological Social Security which includes the Thirteen Moon Calendar Change as essential to the success of any such law. Similarly, meetings were held with Altai native, Sergei Platanov to work jointly on the establishment of the Noospheric Congress within the United Nations as an organization monitoring the vital changes to be occurring over the next 25 years. As a result of our meetings with Platanov, the Noospheric Congress documentation has been amended to include the promotion and ratification of the Thirteen Moon Calendar as an essential step in the transition to the Noosphere. The Noospheric Congress already has the support of the Parliament
and Vice President of the Republic of Altai, as well as shamans
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everything up the next morning we are informed of a meeting with
the Vice President of the Republic of Altai, Alexander N. Alchubayev.
At 8:30am we are at the Vice President's office. What we thought
would be a brief but formal meeting turns out to be a creative exchange
that lasts for an hour, concluded by the ceremonial group photo
taken by the effervescent Boris. The Vice President, like the
other officials we have met is not uncomfortable talking about the
biosphere or even the noosphere. After all, Altai is planning
an international biospheric park to be shared with Mongolia and
Kazakstan. The Law of Time is new to him, but seems to make sense.
And again the same dilemma - raising the standard of living of
the people without destroying their culture or their land. Can
Altai pioneer in an alternative way with non-polluting technologies,
a way of harmony, a model for the rest of the planet demonstrating
that the monoculture of globalization can be avoided and a new biospherically
mandated politics be established in a new time?
It
is still dusk when we reach Ust Kan. The police greet us and soon
we are in an official motorcade that takes us to the far side of
the village. There, in an open plain is a small tourist village
of wooden yurts. The community officials have been waiting for us.
As soon as we are comfortable and seated, an open air concert is
preformed. Throat singing and traditional music is combined with
more modernistic or pop-influenced styles, all punctuated by an
utterly charming group of girl dancers dressed completely in the
local style of clothing. All of it is as if in a dream. The backdrop
of this event is a large, monumental rock honeycombed with ancient
caves. It is all too much, and we collapse in a comfortable bed
in our little yurt. That night I dream that I am taken to two different
places in Altai where the happy people are showing me what seem
like doors, two different gates opening...
Our
journey would soon be over. We needed to head back to the Katun
river in the Chemal district, the one area where tourism was being
openly encouraged, where we were to give a seven day seminar on
The Law of Time, the ancient Maya and Altai. On the way we stopped
for a farewell banquet lunch at the Karakol Ethnopark. Danile presented
our group with various gifts, and we in turn presented him with
a Banner of Peace on behalf of his Tengri Spiritual Ecology School.
I played the quena and the samponys (pan pipes) before boarding
the bus. At the very last minute I decided to take Danile up on
the decision to visit the stupa in the mountains nearby. I was glad
we decided to do so.