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The warm Heart of Africa
Orgonite gifting tour of Lake Malawi
Lake Malawi had been big on our list since our aborted Great Africa Orgone Safari that had landed us in Zimbabwean police cells and prison rather than in Tanzania, Kenya and Uganda as planned.
Lake Malawi is the southernmost expression of the so called Great Rift Valley system, a geological fault line that stretches from there up north, forming a chain of depressions and lakes which includes Lake Tanganyika, then splits up to encompass Lake Kivu, Lake Albert on the Western side, while the eastern branch moves up via the Serengeti and Lake Turkana to end at the Red Sea where Ethiopia, Sudan, Eritrea and Somalia come together.
Schematic map of the Great Rift Valley system
Some sources consider the Great Rift Valley, which is beset with active volcanoes, the energetic spine of Africa.
Interestingly, all the recent hotspots of genocidal war and strife have also occurred along this line.
The ongoing killing in the Eastern Congo, the genocide in Rwanda, the wars and killings in Sudan, Ethiopia, Somalia, the war between Eritrea and Ethiopia. All those affect this important energy line and infuse it with negativity. A coincidence?
We have long planned to work our way upwards along this energetic system in order to achieve maximum benefit from our efforts for the whole of Africa.
There is much more to say about this and it will be said when the possibility to continue gifting along this formation arises. The Ruwenzori Mountains, considered by author Jean Pierre Hallet (Pigmy Kitabu 1973, Souvenir Press), who bases his interesting theory on legends of the Ituri pygmies with whom he spent more than a year in the Ituri forest in Eastern Congo, to be the original template for the legend of Mt. Olympus of ancient Greek fame is also very closely related to this system of powerful earth energies.
Are we astonished to find that the Ituri pygmies, the people with probably the most ancient memories on this planet are presently butchered, uprooted and abused in the ongoing strife in the Eastern DRC (Democratic Republic of Congo)? Surely there won't be much left of their gentle and ancient culture with oral traditions reaching far into pre-egyptian times once the current brutalities are finished.
Some time ago I had read a report about the old ferry "Ilala", said to criss-cross Lake Malawi amols in its entire length in a five day journey, so we decided to use this vessel in order to get the Lake orgone-gifted. It definitely sounded like a fun adventure and a relatively easy way to get it done.
Since Zimbabwe is presently a no-go-zone for us, we would have to move up through Mozambique repeating some roads that we had already travelled on before. As we worked out our route up north, we were ably assisted by our experienced dowser friend Valda, who helped us identify energetic hot spots along the way and determine the appropriate gifts for those places. It is always of great help to work with experienced psychics on trip preparations like this.
Johannesburg - Beira
We left Johannesburg in the early morning hours
Crossing the Nkomati River
Since we had done the Mozambican capital Maputo fairly well in 2004, we looked for an alternative route this time, bypassing the traffic congestion of the main North-South road through Maputo west of the City.
That way we would also achieve broader area coverage in this important area.
Time we did certainly not save as the roads turned out to be very rough and not exactly as shown on the map, a common experience in Mozambique.
Central plaza in Xai Xai
We rejoined Mozambiques one and only North-South road, the EN1 again near Xai Xai. I think about 80% of Mozambiques population and economic activity are concentrated in a corridor of no more than +/-50 km left and right of this one and only major road that loosely follows the coast line for about 2000 km. We had gifted the towers along this road already in 2004.
Friederike at the lagoon of Bilene, our first overnight stop
The sky looked fairly nice without any visible HAARP or chemtrail activities so far.
Crossing the Limpopo
Baobab north of the Limpopo
This was to change a bit as Some HAARP type ripples appeared north of the Limpopo. They seemed to dissolve quickly however as we progressed with our intensive gifting.
We had decided to try out a few new configurations, among them the "inverted CB" first described by Manfred Hot Wagner of www.orgonart.at .
Basically a small circle of 6 Earthpipes is hammered into the ground in a little hole. Each EP is then covered with a TB and the hole filled with soil again.
Another combination we tried on this trip was EP+6, EP+4 and EP+3, meaning an earth pipe surrounded by 6, 4 or 3 TBs.
I cannot really report back in terms of an evaluation of these new configurations as we always had to move on after placing them and while we noticed quite a few positive changes, I cannot say that these would not have occurred with more conventional gifts.
Valda had come up with these ideas dowsing that they would have more efficiency than the simple sum of the components.
We also carried quite a few single pipe mini cloud buster, an ideal device if you have nobody to host a full size CB and have to leave it unguarded.
Ominous HAARP ripples over Maxixe
The energy started to feel a lot nastier from just before Maxixe. Apart from the much stronger HAARP ripples in the sky, I had an ominous and foreboding feeling, as if an unseen negative force was concentrated against us to bare our further progress.
This obviously now looks very superstitious and when I tell you that a few km's out of Maxixe we hit a black chicken full on with our car and the Landrover was splattered with feathers and the whole smelly bowel contents (chickenshit to be precise) of that animal, you would finally say I have arrived in voodoo land. But that's how it felt like.
We had to stop for a while and boost that negative force with concentrated positive orgone energy from our heart before we felt safe to move on.
Modes of transport - kids hitching a ride on the back of a truck
Towers near Inchope
Notice how healthy and happy the sky looked again further north as we progressed with our orgone energy gifting!
Old church near Dondo en route to Beira
Mountain top array near Dondo
Beira is the second biggest town in Mozambique. It all looks somewhat derelict as the ongoing crisis in Zimbabwe has cut it off from its natural economic hinterland. Beira is the natural port of all goods moving in and out of Zimbabwe. It is also a stronghold of the opposition Renamo Party, the one that had the South African and Western backing in the more than 20 years of civil war that devastated Mozambique until the mid 90s.
So the Maputo government is not so generous in pouring money into Beira. So presently the hottest activity there seems to be druck traficking and other shady business.
Map of Beira - the blue dots represent orgone gifts
Beira is full of these somewhat run down gems of Art-deco and early modernist architecture
The "Grand Hotel"
The unfinished Grand Hotel was taken over by about 2000 squatters who continue to live there without sanitation, water or light. A smelly affair.
The "palace of marriages" opposite the "Grand Hotel"
Again and again in Mozambique you find remnants of revolutionary socialist monuments and buildings, expressing great that strange orchestrated optimism that characterises the heyday of the soviet empire in the 70s.
If - like me - you grew up in Berlin, surrounded by a hostile East Germany, you know that style all too well. But in Mozambique, it looks nicer, having that tropical light touch to it.
Soot stained modernism in Beira
Fishermen poking the intertidal zone for prawns
Digging in a single pipe CB
The beach was pretty much choc-a-bloc with human excrement, adding to the generally inhospitable look and feel of Beira. It certainly has a long way to go if it ever wants to become a tourist destination.
Beira - Lake Malawi
From Beira northwards we took a small but endless back road East of the Gorongosa National Park. It lead us through some picturesque stretches of country side and even here we would find the odd microwave tower in the middle of nowhere.
A lot of these remote bush areas are timber logging concessions where age old mahogany trees are ruthlessly being cut down and exported to the insatiable Western markets, mostly by South African companies.
The sky looked quite alive and healthy in this stretch
The small district administration in Mwanza
The road was going on like this for some 400km
Cathedral in the bush near Mwanza
Bridge over the Zambezi under construction at Caia
Crossing the mighty Zambezi by pontoon ferry
We crossed the Zambezi River at Caia after we were told that the other bridge at Sena, the historic Dona Ana Bridge, one of the longest bridges in Africa was not passable for vehicles due to some kind of construction going on. This led us off our planned route and the information later turned out to be dubious at least.
A road along the northern bank of the river shown on the map that would have allowed us to rejoin our planned route proved completely non-existent, so we headed further north to cross the Shire River near Chipanga and try and enter Malawi at its southernmost tip via Vila Nova de Fronteira.
"Inselberg" north of Caia
Again we were treated to many panoramic vistas along the road, but unfortunately the road that was shown to cross the Shire (the southern outflow of Lake Malawi that joins the Zambezi near Sena) ended nowhere where we had assumed a bridge would lead across the river.
Camping at Chipanga
We arrived there in complete darkness and felt a bit lost when we stared into the black abyss of the unbridged river. A very business minded gentleman named Serge then misleadingly advised us that the ferry would operate the next morning and invited us to stay at his house, obviously hoping to extract a considerable amount of money from us for the favour.
Sunken ferry near Chipanga
Only at daylight the next morning would we discover the sorry state of that ferry which must have sunken years ago. Even though we were not too pleased with this little deception for transparent reasons, we maintained a friendly tone and even left a cloud buster in Serge's care as we had previously identified the confluence of Shire and Zambezi as an energetically very important area. Let's just hope the copper hasn't been sold for scrap yet. I had a bit of a dodgy feeling with this transaction.
Serge and relatives with their somewhat unwarranted gift
Curious kids at Chipanga
Moving on along more remote rural backroads
Going back to Caia and then trying to cross the Santa Ana bridge would have cost us a day from here, so we decided to change our plans and enter Malawi from the Eastern border town of Milanje near the world famous Mount Mulanje.
Hair stiff with dust (Luckily I lost a lot of weight since that photo so I look a lot sexier now)
After hundreds of kilometres of dust roads my hair was stiff as a brush from dust. Landrovers are not exactly airtight and the aircon and ventilation would spew out clouds of dust for months after the trip whenever turned it on at full blast.
Milanje, still maintaining that Portuguese look and feel
The border crossing was refreshingly uncomplicated. A somewhat inquisitive customs inspector on the Mozambican side was easily discouraged after seeing my dust reinforced mane when I told him he was free to go ahead and search the vehicle but he would get very dusty in the process.
Mount Mulanje, the highest mountain in Malawi is considered a sacred spot and we would have loved to spend a few days there and leave some substantial gifts there.
Unfortunately time did not allow for that as we had to keep our booked date for the boat on Lake Malawi. We were still hoping to do it on our way back but had to abandon that plan later.
Quite a few strong gifts were placed along the foothills though and I hope that one of Dr. Chipangula's healer colleagues will eventually manage to place something at their right spot there.
Arriving at the pier in Monkey Bay
Offloading some stuff onto the ship
Friederike on deck
Rusty ship at the pier
The "owner's cabin"
We had allowed ourselves the luxury of booking the owner's cabin, the only one that had a bit of ventilation and even a fridge and our own bath. Everything was pretty old and used but in working order which can be said about the ship. The ship has 2 more stuffy cabins and the rest sleeps on deck. We needed a bit of privacy for our gifting job and this cabin even allowed us to throw the orgonite directly out of the window, unnoticed by anyone else.
At the first port of call a school class visited on deck
Postcard stuff - romantic sunsets we saw every night
Do you know why African sunsets look so "romantic"? It's mostly all the wood smoke that is omnipresent in Africa from coal burning and clearing the bush for agriculture.
Not such a good thing in both cases.
Village on the Mozambican side
The Ilala is the lifeline that connects a lot of remote villages and islands along the shores of Lake Malawi or Lago Niassa as its called in Mozambique.
So you'll find the most impossible loads being somehow heaved on board, from the man who travels with 50 boxes of 3 day old chickens to huge chunks of tropical wood sold for carving figurines. Others are drying their fresh catch of fish on the foredeck.
Lake Malawi - the blue dots are orgone gifts and also indicate our itinerary
Approaching another landing spot
Approaching Nkatha Bay
Traditional dugouts approaching the ship
The Ilala in Nkatha Bay
Boy with chicken
Selling fish by the roadside
The Ship at anchor in Nkatha Bay
Reflections - the lake always looks different
In Nkatha Bay we had a 5 hour stop, so we went to town to bust a very prominent microwave transmitter. Then we hired a kayak and went to do some paddling including a refreshing swim in the clear water of the lake.
A swimming break
In the smaller villages all on- and offloading is done by small boats
Going on land at Likoma Island
Cathedral at Likoma Island
Likoma Island boasts one of the biggest churches in Africa. It was the seat of the Anglican bishop for what was then called Niassaland.
Like the giant cathedral in Mozambique (see above) these dusted monuments remind us of considerable effort the conquering Europeans put into establishing their Christian faith in Africa. Credo Mutwa once sardonically remarked how strange that now after most Africans have embraced Christianity, the white man has actually turned his back on his own faith and become entirely materialistic. Of course a few orgone gifts were hidden in the vicinity of this beacon of conquest and subsequent decay that says so much about Africa.
Interior (sorry for the blurred pic, it was dark)
Here and there and everywhere: The endless nonsensical AIDS propaganda
The ship at anchor off Likoma
Drying Kapenta on the fore deck
Another one of these trecherously beautiful sunsets
The trip was actually quite relaxing
Lake Malawi - Blantyre
Road accident on way to Liwonde
After the boat ride we spent a few days in Liwonde Game reserve, south of the lake and stretched out along the Shire River. The reserve is quite small but nice and populated by a variety of wild animals.
A herd of Impalas antelopes
Sunset over the Shire River
One of the attractions of Liwonde National Park is a guided boat safari where you can watch the riverine wildlife close up. Of course we took a large bag of towerbusters to orgonise this part of the River. We just slipped them in unnoticed. The Shire river flows out of Lake Malawi and later joins the mighty Zambezi near Sena. (See above)
In colonial times the British were running a paddle steamer service from the Mouth of the Zambezi at Chinde which was then a British enclave rented from the Portuguese up to Lake Malawi.
They were mainly transporting sugar cane.
We are planning another boat safari that will cover the Zambezi from the Cahora Bassa Dam down to the sea and also lead us up the Shire River. We hope to establish a whole string of orgone energy charged water bodies this way and also connect the Zambezi to our ocean gifting effort.
Friederike would know the name of this colourful bird
Elephant very close
Hippos taking a nap
Livingstone's baobab tree
Apparently David Livingstone rested under this baobab tree on his travels. He is still held in high esteem in the region, probably for his role in supressing the Arab slave trade that devastated the shores of Lake Malawi for centuries.
Sunset over the Shire
Cavity in Livingstone's baobab - large enough for a few people to sleep in
The Sabie Star, beautiful but poisonous
From Liwonde we went on to Zomba where we spent a night on the Zomba plateau, in refreshingly cool air. Zomba used to be the capital of Niassaland, the name of the British colony that became Malawi.
These "King Edward's falls" were never visited by King Edward but were jokingly called that name after a local gardener named Edward. There seems to still be a strange infatuation with the British royals here...
Zomba plateau is mostly planted with pine forest for commercial exploitation. Trees are felled by hand axe in absence of any chainsaws and townspeople with concessions are carrying huge stacks of firewood down to Zomba on the back of bicycles.
Small trout dam on Zomba plateau
View over Zomba
The famous view site further up is called "Queen's View" and has actually been visited by Queen Elizabeth II once. (Her reptilian majesty El-Lizard-Beth)
Since we got off the boat I had been trying to reach Dr. Chipangula, our dear Friend, the president of the International Council of Traditional Healers of Malawi.
He had distributed all the orgonite we left him on our aborted "Great Africa Safari" over Malawi with great success (an impending drought was stopped in its tracks then in 2006) and remains a great fan of orgonite ever since.
African traditional healers are all accomplished psychics and spiritualists as well as herbalists. In Malawi this tradition is still particularly vital and pure.
Dr. Chipangula is a very humble and loving man who enjoys great respect in Malawi and far beyond the borders. His organisation has 200 000 members in Malawi and is associated with similar councils in Zambia, Zimbabwe and Tanzania.
He is supplying us with his herbal muti for the muti orgonite, particularly formulated to dispel witchcraft and further prosperity and abundance.
The phone had not been working or at least we got no answer, so were quite lucky to find him just about to leave his modest little house in a township near Blantyre.
In front of Dr. Chipangula's house with cloud buster
Dr. Chipangula, who's former wife had died recently, has just recently remarried and wanted to take us to meet the family of his new wife, a lovely and lively young woman. He made it sound as if it was just around the corner, but in fact we spent the whole afternoon driving half way back to Zomba, but I must say happily so
we still had one cloud buster left and decided to take it to Dr. Chipangula's in-laws.
Malawi now has 7 CBs, nicely spaced out from the southernmost to the northernmost province and some 1000 TBs and HHGs that were distributed through Chipnagula's healer network. I have found that Africans prefer to pass the orgonite from person to person as personal gifts, rather than to gift places as we do.
Whichever way, the most important fact is it gets spread over the whole country and as most of the recipients are highly energy sensitive we should assume it's being put to great use.
Arriving at his in-laws' homestead we were witnessing the burning of bricks for a new house. Quite an impressive killn was erected and fired for days. People in rural Africa can still live from the land and the odd tools or other goodies that come from "civilisation" are adopted out of convenience but not really essential for survival.
Chipangula, wife and family in front of the killn
The beautiful sky
Tete: finally busted for good
XL and I had passed through Tete in 2006 on our way home from Malawi. The energy there was then almost unbearably negative. Tete boasts 2 major secret underground bases, (which we already pierced with earth pipes then) a large above ground UN base and lots of other unpleasant things. It was a centre of Apartheid South African sponsored warfare against the Mozambican government by Renamo and the blackened ruins of a fortified Renamo base there (right next to the UN base of now) remind one of the ferocity with which these proxy wars were fought. Millions of Africans died in these wars that South Africa euphemistically called "border wars".
We had put out quite a bit of orgonite then, but did not find the access road to the radar station above town.
So that remained to be done and done it was this time with great effect.
In fact the following few pictures on their own should be enough to convince any sceptic of the thunderous success of orgonite against heavy duty weather warfare equipment.
Let's have a look:
Radar station on mountain top above Tete
A closer look
Friederike hammering in an earth pipe
The sky was heavily rippled from all the electromagnetic HAARP crap coming from the radar station. However it did not look all that energetically negative any more, probably because of all the previous gifting of other places in town and the foothills of that same mountain.
HAARP sky over Tete mountain top array
10 minutes later: dramatic change already happening
A blue hole forming - the muck is breaking open
The most dramatic change was happening within the space of 20 or 30 minutes.
The sky started changing immediately after we placed the first gifts near the radar station. As we left the mountain, a large blue hole had already formed and minutes later rain was already coming down in the distance.
And as we leave: the blue hole is already quite distinct
Not much later: The first rain in weeks, totally out of season in July
That was really nice confirmation
We drove off very satisfied. Of course we still had some more gifting to do on the road from Tete down to Chimoio, which runs parallel to the Zimbabwean border.
The road was horrible with about 30% Tarmac left which is much worse than an all and all dirt road as the rough broken edges tend to split tires and rattle the car beyond belief.
That's all part of the great Mozambique experience of course. At least the land mines are now cleared from most populated places.
The Revue River
Again and again we would pass through most picturesque landscapes
Modes of transport: Overloading is the norm - this bus at least still has a suspension
Sculpture from the revolutionary period
More on "modes of transport"
And another one: He's really enjoying himself!
The itinerary of this tour
The blue gets more dense - Southern Africa after the trip to Malawi
We'll be back in the region soon when we do the