dolmens of krasnaya polyana

MAGICAL GIFT = Day 7 =

I stopped at a guesthouse in Adler for three days. The hosts are a young couple, Natasha and Lyosha, I liked them right away, and the house itself too. Good and kind people, their home is cozy and warm in a human way – exactly what I’d been missing so much during these seven days. I finally did my laundry, washed up, ate some hot, properly cooked food, rested on a soft bed, and closer to evening after a nap I went out into the yard. There was a bench with a backrest, very comfortable, and I went out there just at sunset. A wondrous sight – the hot weather, on the horizon you can see small light structures with low-growing trees, and thick sunbeams give off the last drops of their warmth before the setting of their red-orange father. The artificiality of civilization hasn’t yet managed to penetrate these places, to touch this simple unpretentious house with its bench, and nothing complicated the natural beauty of the visible horizons. The journey takes on new shades. I’d call today a magical gift…

DOLMENS OF KRASNAYA POLYANA = Day 8 =

Today started very well. For the first time in the whole trip, everything is coming together so smoothly. Today I managed to do everything I’d planned, namely visit the dolmens at Krasnaya Polyana, which I wanted to see probably more than anything else.

The distance from the guesthouse to the dolmens was 40 km, so I decided to get there by train, especially since the route was all uphill. Getting to Rosa Khutor, I got on my iron friend and started searching for the dolmens.

There was almost no information online about this particular group of dolmens, so I had to find out the exact location from locals. The first few people either didn’t know what I was talking about at all, or only knew the approximate location. Among them was a guard at some bridge, whom I also decided to approach hoping he’d tell me something useful. While we were talking, another tourist came up to us – a middle-aged man with a big camera and questions about where to go and what to see. The guard didn’t say anything about the dolmens, but said that opposite his booth on top of a small mountain there was an old fortress. And to climb that mountain, you just had to go around the gate on the left side. There was a path there that led straight to the fortress. I temporarily kept the man company, but at the gate our paths diverged. He went up to the fortress, and I continued my way to the dolmens.

Once again I decided to ask locals for directions, and this time it worked out – a woman at a bus stop helped me. She said I needed to ride along Achishkhovskaya Street to the very end, then continue along a dirt road leading into the forest. So I did. Climbing the hill and riding a bit along the dirt road, I met two boys on bicycles. They helped me get to the first dolmen. During the day I ran into several groups of tourists and managed to chat a bit with each of them. Thanks to our conversations, I learned a lot of new and interesting things about the dolmens.

Local TV also came here today – the Sochi channel MaxMedia, they invited me for an interview twice, along with several other tourists. The interviewer introduced me as a traveler from Siberia, asked me to pose a bit for a good shot, then started asking questions about what dolmens are in my opinion, where these things came from here, and for some reason asked about the energy of these places, specifically the mystical side of the issue.

Now I’ll describe what I managed to find out and piece together into a general and complete picture. The age of these stone structures based on archaeological data is about 3-8 thousand years, and they are built mainly on faults in the Earth’s crust. In such places, the Earth’s energy is manifested much more powerfully.

From this we get the idea of certain “Places of Power,” which are nothing other than bioactive points of the planet, similar to nerve plexuses and nodes in the human body. Based on the superficial data I have, I can note that these structures were erected precisely in such places. Perhaps in those times there were already technologies that made it possible to determine where a fault was located, or this ancient civilization obtained this information in some other way. According to my subjective feelings, the atmosphere here is concentrated, dense, and saturated compared to an ordinary forest. And this place must be capable of having a healing effect on the human body. At least, if you do some Yoga or Qigong here, the effect will be stronger. Science believes these were burial sites, that is, dolmens are cultural heritage of an ancient civilization. There are several quasi-scientific approaches. One camp believes these structures were built by giants who once lived, who built these stone houses for their dwarf neighbors. A strange idea, I’d even say – a fairy tale. Others think these constructions were built by aliens. Thus, there are several theories about the origin of dolmens, and now I’ll describe what I think about it. I’m close to the theory that these stone constructions really did once bury people (humanoids?), since bones are periodically found inside dolmens. And since they are placed strictly at intersections of force lines (the planet’s energy centers), it can be assumed that not just anyone was buried in these structures, but selectively – kings, brahmins, and other important persons. It’s quite possible, according to their customs, that burying a person in such a place would have a positive effect on the quality of the afterlife or the next incarnation (if we assume this civilization believed in the idea of rebirth). Also interesting is the fact that similar structures are found not only in the Krasnodar region, but also in other corners of the globe, including China. That civilization which built these dolmens must have been truly serious – it certainly wasn’t some small, sparse tribe. It’s also not entirely clear how all this was built and laid out – clearly not with bare hands. In total, I saw four dolmens at Krasnaya Polyana. Two of them are classic, with holes in the middle of one of the slabs, and the other two look more like ordinary neutral stone structures.

Closer to lunch, I decided to take a walk deeper into the forest and saw a herd of wild boars running past me – a female with two piglets. They were about 30-40 meters away from me, but I could see them quite well. At some point they stopped, froze, and I took the opportunity to take a few shots, and only one of them turned out more or less decent. At least you could kind of make out the boars on it, which you can’t say about the other photos.

During the photographing, one strange thing happened that couldn’t be ignored. First – right after the series of shots was taken, it suddenly started raining. And when I got into the network coverage zone and tried to upload the photos I’d taken all day to my VK page, surprisingly, the boar shots just wouldn’t upload, unlike the rest of the photos. There was no logical explanation for it. After all, shortly before that I’d uploaded photos just the same way and they were posted online without any problems, and the same goes for the shots taken later. But the boar photos… There it is – the mysticism. )) After the boar encounter, another interview awaited me – this time the topic was that the dolmens might be removed from here due to a planned river diversion nearby. The TV channel asked me to speak vividly, with emotion. They wanted me to really speak my mind about what I think of those “bastards” who want to destroy the local cultural landmarks. Of course, I understood why they wanted this, and I genuinely wanted to help them, but I couldn’t squeeze out emotions I didn’t have. It all came off as forced, unnatural, and they probably won’t air the interview with me. Though… who knows these TV people.

I changed my mind about staying overnight here – the flies and mosquitoes nearly ate me alive. On this trip I was traveling light – I left the tent and other stuff at home. So I decided not to linger, especially since the way back to Adler wasn’t short – a whole 50 km. Still, the road was comfortable and easy, I was going downhill the whole time at high speed and barely kept up with the pedals. Occasionally I even managed to overtake a truck with a squad of soldiers in the back, they greeted me, waving enthusiastically, and I reciprocated, waving back at them. And an hour and a half later I was already home, completely pleased and satisfied with today’s trip.