Way to Go Sarajevo


The oldest pyramid in the world is in… Bosnia

Who said there was nothing to do in Bosnia? An amateur archaeologist claims to have discovered pyramids in Bosnia, but scientists say that he is lying. Inhabitants of the small town at the foot of the pyramid believe him, but not necessarily for scientific reasons.

Amira Kilalić places pita bread on the table, wraps her headscarf tighter around her bright, dyed red hair, and steps outside. Her shop is a small wooden house that stands on the mountainside. If she looks down, the 83-year-old with a wrinkled face can see Visoko, the town at the foot of the Visočica mountain.

Buy now in Visoko, if they offered Amira 250,000 Euros for her cottage, location, location, location. We’ve all heard of Sarajevo but Visoko? Com’on.

There, women wear high heels to fetch cigarettes, and in the mornings, the men are already sitting in the cafés and betting shops on the main street. If she looks up, Amira can see the castle ruins on the mountaintop.

That’s where the director of the town’s local history museum took a Bosnian entrepreneur, who visited Visoko in 2005. Back then, the ruins were the town’s only sightseeing destination. But when the director mentioned the symmetry of the mountain, his visitor stopped short, got out his compass, measured the angle of the mountain’s slopes and suddenly became certain that he was standing atop a pyramid.

After our hour tour inside the tunnels under the pyramid we drove through the village up to the exterior North Face entry. I took the picnic table opt-out option while Jane Marie started hiking up the side.
Even Jane Marie called it a day at this point. The group ahead is looking at some extraterrestrial depression, not berries or onions.
If you’ve seen one pyramid, you’ve seen them all.

Not just a mountain in Bosnia

For centuries, the mountain was just a mountain. It wasn’t until 2005, when the amateur researcher came to visit, that the mountain became “the highest and oldest pyramid in the world”. He called it the ‘Pyramid of the Sun’ (Piramida Sunca). At the time, the people of Visoko laughed and called him crazy. Today, they are proud of the find, which has brought them fame and money. “It’s so nice that the pyramid is right here,” Amira says, with a satisfied smile.

The discoverer is called Semir Osmanagić. He makes his living from a metal business in Texas, where he goes by the name Sam Osmanagich. For years, he used to visit the pyramids of the world in his spare time, wearing a wide-brimmed white hat and a cotton shirt. The 57-year-old says that since his discovery, he’s the happiest person in the world. His business has since become a side project; he visits the company four times a year, dealing with any problems over Skype. He can call himself Dr. Osmanagić because, in 2009, he wrote a PhD thesis about the Mayan civilisation at the faculty of political science in Sarajevo.

“I was here in July and took some tunnel water with me. I drank it regularly, and in October, it turned out that I’m free of tumours.”

To Amira, he is simply “Semir”. He began excavations in spring 2006. Every day while doing so, he came by her wooden house – which has neither heating nor a water supply – with his helpers. She gave them apples from her garden and observed how more and more Bosnians and foreigners with hiking boots and cameras were pouring in. When she counted over a thousand people one sunny weekend, her husband decided to open a café. They built a long timber house with a clay floor and large windows, from which Amira now sells coffee and homemade pita, woollen socks and smoked cheese.

Visiting Gobekli Tepe in 2016, led us to read “Magicians of the Gods” by Graham Hancock but the ‘Pyramid of the Sun’ in Sarajevo has put us on the occultist bus.


A place of pilgrimage for occultists

The pyramids create jobs, urgently needed in a country with an unemployment rate of almost 30%. Those who can tend to rent out rooms, sell souvenirs or earn money as taxi drivers for the tourists. Since 2005, around 100 new accommodation spaces have sprung up, and pyramid-shaped pizza is easy to find. Osmanagić even formed a Pyramid Foundation, financed by tourism revenue. The foundation employs 38 people: guides, craftspeople and guards. Osmanagić isn’t there very often though, he now gives talks around the world about his discovery. He manages the Visoko team via email.

The amateur archaeologist invites international excavation teams and journalists with him. On the pyramid’s slope, he has exposed stone slabs, and says they are man-made.

Even the head of the European Institute for Archaeology paid the site a visit. He said the find was “a pseudoscientific lie”, and that Osmanagić should stop digging. But the amateur researcher didn’t back down. Instead, he went on to discover three additional, smaller pyramids and a tunnel that – he believes – leads you to the Pyramid of the Sun. But the alleged passageways are still barricaded by stone.

Jane Marie “laying on of hands,” occultist style.

The accessible part of the tunnel is visited by around 45,000 tourists each year. “We witness miracles here: the highly ionised air in the tunnel, the extraordinary quality of the water, and the vibrations all have positive effects on people,” Osmanagić says over Skype. The entrance fee for foreigners is 10 Euros. There is tunnel water for sale in tiny 100ml glass bottles for the same price.


Six Handed Bridge


In the Shadows of a Presidency he offers a behind-the-scenes chronicle of the actors, governments, companies, and institutions involved in Trump’s election and the payout it will yield for insiders.

“Rank order your fellow platoon members by whom you would want on your left and right in a foxhole.” At the end of the 8th week in my stay at the US Marine Corps Officer Candidate School in scenic Quantico, Virginia, I searched the posted Peer Evaluation list for my name. There I was, #49 out of 50.

I had managed to avoid the wrath of the assistant platoon sergeant, the platoon sergeant and the platoon commander for seven weeks and four days but no longer. First the Captain, “Wadid’ya do, go to sum f****ng charm school? I’m going to send you to Paris Island!” Then the Major, ” I know your type, soon as 5 o’clock comes, you’re gone. I’m going to send you to Paris Island! Lastly the Colonel, “Obviously leadership is not in your DNA but with a degree in architecture you should be able to read maps, so we’re going to make you a Forward Observer in the artillery.”

War is hell but my two months above the tree line and below the snow was my introduction to communing with nature USMC style.

No Paris Island, no Vietnam, unless you count observing Danang while aboard the USS Point Defiance on our way to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Mt. Fuji, and Subic Bay. I observed that the “join the Navy and see the world” might be applicable to the civilian career overseas. Four years later I was making pretty sketches of factories in Sao Paulo, Brazil.

Then God said, “Teg I found a copy of your OCS Peer Evaluation and because you have made a mockery of our Military-Industrial Complex, I’m going to send you to the civilian Paris Island – Cleveland, Ohio.”


The Battle of Ismailia took place between the Egyptian Army and the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) during the last stages of the Yom Kippur War during October 18–22, 1973, south of the city of Ismailia, on the west bank of the Suez Canal in Egypt

After six miserable winters and 500 resumes I got a job in May 1985, with USAID in Ismalia, Egypt. I was paid $600/day in 2019$$ to observe all 45 research stations of the Egyptian Ministry of Agriculture to determine what the US government could do for them. Since, the chief of each location had a PhD and pulled down $50-100/month, their answer was, “go home and just give us the money.”

When I qualified for a CitiMortgage ‘liar’ loan that was three times my Social Security check, I soon found myself employed as an ESL teacher in Mainland China.
In 2011 Jane Marie came along and suggested we give up our subsistence level ESL gigs for life on the Turkish riviera.
Expat Heaven Antalya, Turkey

What’s Going On In America?

After 12 years of living/work experience under two military dictatorships, a Communist kleptocracy and an Islamic theocracy, I became a believer in Daniel Estulin’s analogy of the elites of six economic regions of at least 600 million inhabitants playing geo-politics like a game of six player Bridge .

Group 1: USA, Canada, New Zealand, Australia and possibly Mexico which would allow it to reach 600 million inhabitants. Currency – US Dollar.

Group 2: Russia divided by Urals into a Western Russia (Russia – Iran – Turkey – former Soviet Turkic speaking republics and regions – Azerbaijian, Turkmenistan, Karchay-Balkar, Kazakh, Karakalpak, Kyrgyz, Uzbek, Altay, Kumyk, Chuvash, Nogay, Khakas, Tyvan, Tofa, Sakha also Syria and the Balkans) and Eastern Russia (Russia-South Korea-Japan-Central Asia), Iran would join the group with Russia and Turkey and with Yemen, Bahrain and the Shia part of Saudi Arabia. Saudi Arabia disappears as a country. Ruined economically, Saudi society would break into sectors separated by ethnicity. Currency – Ruble

Group 3: Latin America with South Africa. Currency – Peso.

Group 4: China. Or Japan with China if Japan cannot close the economic agreement with the Russia-South Korea cluster. China would simply absorb Japan because Japan is too small and too dependent on the natural resources of others. Currency – Yuan.

Group 5: India. Or Iran with India if Iran can not close its deal with the Russia-Turkey economic cluster. Currency – Rupee.

Group 6: Western Europe (axis Paris-Berlin) with France’s African colonies (resources + population). Currency – Euro?

Group 7: UK with Arab countries (from Morocco to Saudi Arabia). Before Trump’s election, this option means that Israel was in serious danger. No wonder, Arnold Toynbee, one of the most influential British historians, in the 60s said that Israel has a life span of no more than 75 years. Henry Kissinger and Rothschild warned 4 years ago that Israel is going to disappear by 2022. It has already served its usefulness. The Jews were going back to Crimea. Trump’s election changed the dynamic and the elite circles had to come up with plan B – Macron, as the President of France, as I explained earlier.

After reading Estulin’s “In the Shadow of a Presidency” I have to find the Mezuzah of the elites – its Harpocrates the Greek God of silencio, secrets & confidentiality.

After the elites had assassinated RFK Senator Edward Kennedy quoted Bobby’s favorite line from George Bernard Shaw’s ‘Back to Methuselah’You see things; and you say, “Why?” But I dream things that never were; and I say “Why not?”
`Curiouser and curiouser!’  In the play those words, are the words of the Devil.

Armenia – You Can’t Get There from Here


Gata is an Armenian sweet bread, often about 12-14″ in diameter and about 1.5″ thick. The inside is soft, chewy and very sweet. Gata is sold at most bakeries in Armenia, and can be purchased at small road-side stores and tourist attractions outside the cities. At Geghard Monastery the name “Geghard” is written in Armenian on the Gata.
Armenia has more cathedrals than McDonald’s – matter of fact. we didn’t see any big or little Mac’s
Monastery with a view at Lake Sevan
Walking tour of the Armenian Capital – wait, wait don’t tell me – Yerevan.
Yerevan is pre-gentrified interior upgrades only requirement for occupancy
Hostel rooms start at $3/day
Mountain & very tall hill retreats are everywhere. Thanks to Jane Marie’s research we were lucky guests at the Palma B&B high above Alaverdi
The four hour drive to Yerevan makes stops at three famous cathedrals, Sanahin was our favorite

Garni-Geghard-Pokr Vedi

Garni has a five time restored Greek temple, next to last time Emperor Nero wrote a check
in 66 AD
What I liked best about Garni was the Lavash bread hot out of a real tandoor oven.
I wanted to know if any of the Apostles had been to Geghard. No but Kim Kardashian and Kanye were here in 2015
Notice when they get back in their van the Gata bread take-out
Yes that’s Mt. Ararat, Kohr-Vepi in the foreground and the Russians guarding the valley border between Turkey and Armenia
Jane Marie befriending the path builder on her way to the Kohr-Vepi cathedral, where St,Gregory was imprisoned for twelve years.

Vagharshapat – Etchmiadzin

Etchmiadzin Cathedral the Vatican of the Armenian Apostolic Church
Offering unsolicited advise on oil painting landscapes, while Jane Marie checks out the
Etchmiadzin Cathedral in Vagharshapat, Armenia

Georgia On My Mind


Georgia, Georgia
The whole day through
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)
I said Georgia

Hard to live in Turkey very long without visiting Tbilisi, Georgia
Jane Marie & I had a two-week educational, insightful, geo-social-political, and skilled Georgian home cooking stay with our new Family

Georgia Invented Wine


Georgia
A song of you
Comes as sweet and clear
As moonlight through the pines
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you


Chateau Mukhrani, most entertaining winery in Georgia, with US & European wine aficionados serenaded by Georgian folk music.
Clay pots with removable tops, so the wine guy/girl can push the grape stuff to the bottom every so often to let it ferment back up, so he/she can push it down again.
Georgio, our fast-talking guide, showing off Chateau’s stainless steel lined concrete shell experimental clay pot.

Jane Marie’s Tbilisi Pics


I said Georgia
Ooh Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)
Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you
Whoa, Georgia


According to legend, the city of Tbilisi was first founded in the mid-5th century by King Vakhtang Gorgasali, who encountered numerous hot springs while hunting in the area and was so impressed by them he decreed that a new city be built on the site. The water still runs clear, so much so that you can drink out of the tap.
Tbilisi is another great place to invest your Gentrification dollar
Tbilisi Tartar Vegan antidote
Freedom Bridge good, Fallopian tubes interesting as a curiosity
Nexus carpet shop – Persian, Armenian & Georgian and bring cash
Intelligentsia Graffiti
Foot-long cheese or bean burrito blast furnace bakery on every corner
Re-purposed Lada
Georgian equivalent of eggs Benedict
Best street art exhibit
Got to be one of the only places on earth where George ‘W’ and Dick Cheney are heroes.

Did you say Monastery?


Georgia
No peace, no peace I find
Just this old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
I said just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind
Songwriters: Hoagy Carmichael / Stuart Gorell
Georgia on My Mind lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

Jane Madonna Marie Kennedy and her Acolyte
Two hats are better than one at the Mtskheta Holy Cross Church
Svetitskhoveli Cathedral Spy
Jvari Monastery