11-11-12 - New
revelations well up between double-double rainbows - adds
Geronimo & I Video
Geronimo and I: Reunited
Mystery of my return to America, Arizona unveiled in last 24
hours, accompanied by tears, deep emotions of a lifetime spent
on a warpath which ended in regret
the double-double Rainbows: New revelations well up
Geronimo and I: Reunited
Mystery of my return to America, Arizona unveiled in last 24
hours, accompanied by tears, deep emotions of a lifetime spent
on a warpath which ended in regret
What you are about to read is another one of
those, "oh my gosh, I can't believe what's happening"-kind
of stories. The revelation was as stunning to me as was the
one in London on 10-22-11 when, standing in front of the
Albert Hall, I discerned that I had been Albert, Queen
Victoria's husband and consort, and that Elizabeth was
Victoria (see (Albert
& Victoria Reunited). This time, revelation
occurred between the double-double rainbows at the Rainbow
in the morning and another at sunset (see
Double-Double Rainbows). Since yesterday was a double
#11 (Masters' number) day, I knew it was an auspicious omen.
But it was not until the evening that I fully realized its
significance. I had been Geronimo, the Apache warrior and
medicine man about whom more stories and legends were spun
than about any other Native American. So I created that
image on the right to check out the physical resemblance
between me and Geronimo and Liszt, one of my many confirmed
past incarnations (see
Gypsies, Liszt and I,
July 24, 2011). The rest of the story was
like weaving a tapestry with the help from my Spirit guides
who provided intricate signs to follow, like a trail of
crumbs to a hidden treasure. Join me. It has been a very
emotional 24 hours. I have basically relived much of the
trauma of Geronimo's life.
Rare Double-Double Rainbows of 11-09-12
HAIKU< Maui, Nov 11, 2012
- Today, 11-11, is Remembrance Day in much of the world. Only here
in the U.S. do we call it Veteran's Day. Remember that as you read
Right after taking the photos of that morning double rainbow
(above), I drew my daily Spirit guidance card. It was COURAGE,
depicting an image of Geronimo as Bird Spirit (right). The
card's message (from my Journal notes):
spirit: He embodies the very essence of Courage. He was a
rebel against the federal government for more than 25
years. It took almost 10,000 soldiers to track the 16 warriors,
12 women and 6 children he led.
In the painting Geronimo bird spirit, he is cloaked in the
shelter of Mother Earth. A tree grows out of his crown, a sign
of his interconnectedness to both Heaven and Earth. The Spirit
bird is the medicine power born from that connection. Geronimo
had to use Courage to coexist in the forgiveness of white man's
ways. He died a prisoner of war, yet still a warrior of
audacity. Geronimo's Spirit Bird now flies free, blessing all he
see riding the blue road to Courage.
"Courage isn't a fearless state of mind. Courage is a
passionate heart using Courage to take action while facing down
REVELATION: Just had a revelation that I may have been
Geronimo. He has been showing up so much to me
this year, especially through the Discernment card (left).
Discernment card turned up 36 times - more than any other card
this year - and especially in the last month or so. I calculated
the odds of that happening to be in excess of 1 in 500 million
Quo Vadis, Domine? Quo Vadis, Vilicus?,
Oct 30). And
always around some auspicious events.
I even recorded a message I got from Geronimo via the
Discernment card in an Aug 22 video which was a part of the
Zodiac Mystery School: Triangle of Light
I spent much of the last 24 hours
studying Geronimo's bio to see if it did fit with my
emotions. It did. Like hand in glove. I even created an
image compared the physical likeness between Liszt, Geronimo
and myself, at roughly the same age (right).
Resemblance was unquestionable. It was also fitting was that
by this stage of my soul development (mid- to late 19th
century), I was pretty much done with my ruler lifetimes. I
knew that the rest my incarnations would be about empowering
others - the the arts (as Franz Liszt), through spirituality
and as a rebel against the rulers (such as Geronimo, or such
as Otto Armster, the German intelligence officer who was a
part of the unsuccessful 1944 plot to remove Hitler from
In fact, by late last night, I was so
certain that I had been Geronimo that I decided to save
money and forego a session with Ahtun Re to confirm it. The
intuition about Geronimo was just as strong as it was when I
discovered I was Prince Albert, or Liszt, or Constantine -
all of which happened last
year. So I just jotted down a reminder for myself on my
to-do list for today to write a story about it. But I
also asked the Spirit in my post-midnight meditation to
confirm my Geronimo intuition through tomorrow's card or by
whatever other means they found appropriate.
Well, that "tomorrow" was this
morning. Well, even before I drew my guidance card, my
chest was heaving in excitement. I "knew" it would be
Geronimo. I was hoping the card to be Discernment, the card
through which Geronimo showed himself to me so often this
year. Guess what card I drew? DISCERNMENT - depicting
Geronimo's image. I felt goose bumps all over me.
I spent the rest of the day basically
reliving that lifetime. And it was very emotional. Here are
some excerpts from a book about Geronimo written in first
Early Life... Perhaps the greatest joy to me was
that now I could marry the fair Alope, daughter of No-po-so.
She was a slender, delicate girl, but we had been lovers
for a long time. So, as soon as the council granted me
these privileges I went to see her father concerning our
marriage. Perhaps our love was of no interest to him;
perhaps he wanted to keep Alope with him, for she was a
dutiful daughter; at any rate he asked many ponies for
her. I made no reply, but in a few days appeared before
his wigwam with the herd of ponies and took with me
Alope. This was all the marriage ceremony necessary in
Not far from my mother's tepee I had made for us a new
home. The tepee was made of buffalo hides and in it were
many bear robes, lion hides, and other trophies of the
chase, as well as my spears, bows, and arrows. Alope had
made many little decorations of beads and drawn work on
buckskin, which she placed in our tepee. She also drew
many pictures on the walls of our home. She was a good
wife, but she was never strong. We followed the
traditions of our fathers and were happy. Three children
to us-- children that played, loitered, and worked as I
Even before I had read this, I had already discerned that
Elizabeth was Alope, my beloved young wife when I was
Geronimo. We married in 1847, when I was 17. You can
see a faded photo of our young family in the right shot.
As soon as I saw her tiny body and the familiar face, I knew
she was the one. Alas, we were not to stay together
for long in that lifetime.
Tears flowed almost constantly when I
relived the massacre of my family. I told Elizabeth
over breakfast today that I felt that was a seminal point in
Geronimo's life. It was March 6, 1858. Geronimo
and most of the men of the Apache tribe went into town of
Kas-Ki-Yeh near Casa Grande (in today's Arizona, back then a
territory claimed by Mexico) to do their usual trading. They
did not expect any trouble. So they left only a handful of
warriors to guard the women and children and the livestock
in their camp, just outside the town limits. Here's an
account of what they
found out when they returned:
Kas-Ki-Yeh (near Casa Grande)... Late one
afternoon, when returning from town we were met by a few
and children who told us that Mexican troops from some
other town had attacked our camp, killed all the
warriors of the guard, captured all our ponies, secured
our arms, destroyed our supplies, and killed many of our
women and children...
I found that
my aged mother, my young wife, and my three small
children were among the slain. There were no lights in
camp, so without being noticed I silently turned away
and stood by the river. How long I stood there I do not
know, but when I saw the warriors arranging for a
council I took my place.
turns out the attackers were the Mexican cavalry (like the
ones in the left shot). Some 400 Mexican soldiers from Sonora led
by Colonel José María Carrasco carried out the massacre. The
probable motive was greed. The Mexican
government was paying $100 per Apache warrior scalp at the
time, $50 for scalps of women and children. The Apaches were regarded as
mere beasts of burden by the Mexican government and the
And they were treated accordingly. The man you see on the
Benito Juárez -
had just taken over as a
supposedly "liberal" President of Mexico (on Jan 19,
1858). But none of that mattered nor
was it even known to Geronimo at the time.
When Geronimo and other Apache warriors found the bodies of
his family, they saw that were scalped except for his wife.
Despite her tiny frame and a frail constitution, Alope
fought the Mexican soldiers like a tigress trying to protect
her young children. So they bashed her head with rifle
butts so badly that there was no scalp left to take.
Geronimo went out into the desert and spent a long time
grieving in solitude. When he returned, he said he had heard
a (Divine) voice while in a semi-trans state saying, "no gun
can ever kill you, and I will guide your arrows."
Indeed, he lived to be 80 at a time when average life
expectancy even in Britain, for example, was only 42 years.
And Geronimo was a fierce warrior who put his life on the
line almost every day. No wonder there was an aura of
invincibility about him.
When Geronimo and his tribe returned to their village after
the massacre, he burned all of his family possessions as
well as those of his mother. Such was the Apache tradition.
One did not pass on any material possessions to the next of
kin. And then he spent the next 30 years fighting the
Mexicans and the federal government troops with ferocious
intensity not seen before or since. Indeed, no bullet would kill him, even when
he charged heavily armed enemy troops armed with
just a knife. It was out of those kinds of battles that the
legend and the lore of Geronimo was born.
Geronimo was also a medicine man (shaman) with powers to
change the weather to protect his people, and perform a
number of other miracles. Those kinds of powers only added
to his lore.
Geronimo eventually surrendered the the feds in 1886. He
died on Feb 17, 1909 in Fort Sill, Oklahoma as prisoner of
war. The night before (Feb 16), he had fallen off the
course. Unable to move, he spent the night in freezing cold.
He died of pneumonia. He was buried at Fort Sill
On his deathbed, Geronimo lamented to his nephew his
decision to surrender to Washington. "I should have never
surrendered," he said. "I should have fought until I
was the last man alive."
Instead, he is remembered as the "Last Free Apache."
And Geronimo reminded me of something I vowed to myself when
I was 33. Which was "to live the rest of my life out
without fear and without regrets."
I now know, for example, why I was
drawn to move to Arizona the moment I first set foot in
that state back in 1981. It
was Geronimo returning home.
And why I always felt and behaved
like a "desert rat," the was I often described myself.
It was Geronimo feeling at home in the desert.
I would always go out in the heat
of the day, despite my blonde hair and a fair
complexion, to do mountain climbing, target practice
basketball, cut the lawn , jog, ride a bicycle, play
tennis and carry out a slew of other outdoor activities
in temperatures of 110F or higher that would knock most
people right out.
In June 1994, for example, I managed to
stay in a tennis game for several sets and eventually
outlast an 18-year old Swede. I found out afterward
that he was on
their national Davis Cup team. And was off to Michigan on a
tennis scholarship. But it wasn't me that did him in.
It was the Arizona desert heat. Only desert rats like
Geronimo can thrive in it.
this June, at the age of 67, I climbed two mountains in
111F temperatures and did two healing ceremonies the
same day (see
with the Wind, June 17;
McDowell Mtn: Magic in 111F+ Heat, June 17).
There was just no rational way to explain something like
that. Till now. Now I know that that was Geronimo doing
what he has done many times before.
Well, maybe not basketball and tennis. :-)
Also, for years now, whenever
Elizabeth wanted to say something like, "let's go!" or
"charge!" to use the army jargon,
she would say "Geronimo!" I could almost see her holding
a spear and pointing in the direction in which we are to
charge. Well, now I know where that expression came
from. It was obviously coined during the many fruitless
efforts by the U.S. army to capture or kill Geronimo.
And then something else came to my
awareness today. In the nearly 30 years that I spent in
Arizona, my adopted home state which I still dearly
love, never once (!) did I go to Mexico. Most of
my friends did. After all, Mexico was the nearest
neighboring state, only about a two-hours' drive from
Phoenix. But neither I nor any members of my family ever
did. And now I also understand why not. Remember who
murdered my family. Interesting, isn't how the soul and
the heart "remember" things our brain does not?
Also, remember that part of the
Geronimo story when he returns from grieving for his
family, and hears the voice of the Divine telling him
that no enemy bullet can kill him? Well, it reminded me
of something that happened to me in this lifetime.
When I was a war correspondent in
Bosnia during the 1990s, almost every time I would return
home to the U.S. from one of my "field trips," I would also
go to Stanford University
to visit with an old friend, the late
Prof. Milorad Drachkovitch (click on image below). As a
young man, he fought against the Germans and the communists
in WW II with the "chetniks," the rebels loyal to the
Yugoslav king in exile. And Milorad loved war stories,
especially those told firsthand. So he would take me to the
Stanford Faculty cafeteria for a long lunch and "to talk
story," as my Hawaiian friends around here say.
Afterward, I would let him be the only
one besides my family to read my war diaries unredacted.
Which he also loved doing. And then I let him file them in
the Hoover Institution Archives of which he was the chief
archivist. The most sensitive parts were placed under a time
embargo (until the war was over). I only published the
results of my wartime research in the form of geopolitical
columns or OpEd pieces, not my actual journals. I did
not want my confidential conversations with the chief
protagonists of the war to influence its outcome.
Eventually, the embargo expired, the war ended, and the
prosecutors of the Hague War Crimes Tribunal contacted me to
see if I would
testify at President Radovan Karadzic's trial. "Why are
you still alive?" - was their first question to me.
So what does this have to do with
Geronimo? Well, after a few years and all those luncheons at
the Stanford Faculty cafeteria, my friend would laugh and
slap me on my wrist contentedly and exclaim, "there is no
bullet that can kill our Bob, is there?" Back then, I would
just smile and wonder what he was talking about. But now I
know. He saw Geronimo without either his or my brain
Finally, every since I have been
on my accelerated spiritual journey, I kept seeing this
broad face with a curved nose. At first, I thought it
was Al Khadir, the initial Spirit guide to identify
himself to me. But since about a year ago, I realized
that I was actually looking into my own eyes. It
was the face of my Higher Self. And now I also know one
of his many names - Geronimo.
Lessons to be
learned from Geronimo lifetime
This afternoon, I went down to the
AHA (Anahata-Huaca-Ahu), the sacred place at the Rainbow Shower (right),
to thank the Spirits for this
revelation. I also meditated on the reason my Spirit guide chose to show
this Geronimo lifetime to me now. And to do it through
Discernment and Courage mystic medicine cards. And then the penny
The lesson I am to learn from this
lifetime is that revenge does not bring peace and harmony. Only
Compassion and Forgiveness does.
Which is why the Spirit guided me
on 8-22-12 to speak of Geronimo and share his message about Discernment
at the Portal of Infinite Love (left). That is where the Infinite Power
lies. Even the most powerful of emperors (Constantine) and the most
ferocious of warriors (Geronimo) never found peace and harmony in their
dying moments. Because only SURRENDERING one's power to the Divine
brings peace and harmony into one's world.
Wow. Here come the tears of enlightenment and gratitude again. And then
I realized why:
Today is Remembrance
Day in much of the world. Only here in the U.S. do we call it Veteran's
Day. Today, we remember and honor ALL victims of wars anywhere.
Today, we might also recall that "those who do not learn from history,
are DOOMED to repeat it." Only stupid or malevolent people keep doing
the same things over and and over again hoping for a different outcome.
We must remember that whenever we hear someone calling for another war.
We don't need any more dead or rueful heroes like Geronimo. We need more
soldiers of peace and harmony. Maybe that's something we should meditate
on on this Remembrance Day.
And we should remember one
more lesson from the Geronimo story. It was brought about by the first reaction to this piece I
just received from a reader in Australia. In my reply to her, I described the
process of discovery that had just taken place:
"In fact, it was my heart, not my brain, that
served as my guide. So I cannot tell you that I have vivid left
brain-type memories. It's just that reading and watching the
pictures about Geronimo brought out all sorts of emotions. Perhaps
the strongest one is a blessing that I am back together again with
Alope aka Elizabeth.
So nothing is lost forever. Maybe that's
another lessons I should add to the story. Thanks for inspiring it."
Good morning Bob (Geronimo, Liszt, Constantine) lol,
Thank you for sharing this story - it is amazing! I can only
hope that one day I will put together more of my past as you are
doing. I know I have shared lifetimes with my sister Jan, our
mother and my children; it is such a release to be able to see where
some emotions/frustrations can stem from and helps us process
Have a blessed Sunday! Love, Tam
To which I replied (slightly edited for spelling and style):
Hi, Tammy. Thank you for sharing your reaction with me. Don't
worry, when the time is right, the Spirit will lead you to those
stories. When I was your age, I was completely clueless about my
past lifetimes, or even the fact that the one soul keeps incarnating
over and over again.
I know that when people see my "lifetime
credits", my "soul
filmography," if you like, many start with "wow." But all these
credits mean is that the Spirit has given me some "big" roles in the
past. But they are not me, Altzar. An actor is not the characters he
So yes, I have been Theseus, Constantine, Pope Julius II,
Liszt, Geronimo and many other well known historical figures. But I
am none of them now. And I am all of them at the same time. They
were just learning experiences in the development of my soul and in
the course of ascension of this planet and humanity.
You engage and then detach. Engage and detach. Engage and
detach... lifetime after lifetime. That's a soul's journey.
When a particular role is over, you shed the costume like a
snake sheds its skin and you move on to your next role. That may be
on planet Earth or somewhere else in the universe. Or maybe not at
all in the 3D world. And if you are an advanced soul, you also start
to guide other souls - the younger actors in the heavenly Julliard
school. You use the experiences you have had on world stage to help
them get ready for their big roles.
Eventually, that's all you do. You stop performing on stage
yourself. You pass on what you've learned to others with Love and
Compassion as an instructor in a Divine Mystery School.
I think that's how the Universe creates and progresses. We are
all in varying stages of soul development, and thus on different
parts of the Path to Ascension.
PS: If you really want to learn about your past incarnations,
I'll share with you a little "secret" I discovered. Look at all the
places you have been to. I have found out that the Spirit has taken
me in this lifetime to most, if not all, geographic locations where
I had once lived in a former lifetime. That's at least one of the
clues I used to discern my past incarnations.
many others, of course. That's why it is called intuition. It comes
from within. But if something triggers your memory, a visit to a
particular place, for example, or something someone said to you,
then the story begins to reveal itself. But it comes from the heart
not the brain. So you can't force it. Hope that helps.
Here's now a video I spliced
together on the "Geronimo and I" theme. It consists of clips about
Geronimo's life from various sources as well as my own photo images. For those
who are seriously interested in the historical facts, I recommend
this 41-minute video from the Bio web site.
And now, here's my 9-minute effort
in which I tried to capture the emotions of that seminal event in Geronimo's
life - the massacre of his family: