Amazing Revelation Comes through “Amazing Grace” Music

It was not until they started playing and singing the AMAZING GRACE during the Good Friday church service this evening that the penny dropped. My jaw also dropped as I realized I had been visited by a little angel this morning.

It all started at the pool where I do my laps every morning.  I usually first sit in the spa to relax my muscles before swimming. That’s where I also do my morning prayers and incantations and open the Sacred Space for the day for both Elizabeth and me.

Well, I hardly got started on that this morning when I heard a female voice, “excuse me, Sir.”

I turned around to see where the voice was coming from. There was a woman at the gate. As I got closer, I also saw a small girl next to her.

“I must have picked up a wrong key,” the woman said sheepishly.

I opened the gate, adding as I walked back to the spa, “I had actually left it open. You must have shut it by accident.”

“Yes, you’re right,” the woman admitted.

Before I had chance to recompose my thoughts and resume my prayers, the young girl appeared and sat on the ledge of the spa next to me. She dipped her toes in the water.

“It is very hot,” she said.

“It is,” I agreed. “But the heat is good for your muscles.”

ou could tell the girl was very young because she spoke with a lisp.  Several of her front teeth were missing, the baby teeth that fell out.

“How old are you?” I asked.


“Do you know what day this is?”

“It is Friday.”

“Yes, it is. But is it just an ordinary Friday?”

“No, it is a Good Friday,” the little girl replied.

I was stunned. “Do you know what that means?”

“Yes. It is about Jesus and Easter.”

I smiled in awe of this child who already knew all that before she even got all her teeth.

I have always treated my kids as if they were adults. So this little girl and I continued this kind of a serious “adult” conversation for probably 10-15 minutes.

“Forget the prayers,” I told myself. “This is much more interesting.”

For, it turns out she was not just a little chatter box, but was very smart, too.

She knew, for example, what the equator was. And that there were two hemispheres. And that the climate is opposite to each other in each. When there is summer in the north, there is winter in the south. And vice versa.

We also talked about Australia. And Hawaii. And Antarctica.

I was pretty amazed. This little precocious girl was a 6-year old going on 36. She knew more than most 36-year old adults in America would know, with or without a college degree.

When I later on related the details of our conversation to Elizabeth and Virginia, on our drive from our Scottsdale home to Pinnacle Peak for a Good Friday hike, they were both cracking up with laughter.

And then we went on our hike and had a great time.  Here are some pictures.

But as I said the penny, it was not until this evening that the penny dropped. That’s when I had the revelation that my little visitor this morning was actually an angel sent to share a part of this Good Friday morning with me.

How can I be so sure?

First, because a shaman KNOWS and FEELS when he is in direct communication with the Spirit.

Second, and this is for the Doubting Thomases among you, I said the revelation occurred when they started playing and singing Amazing Grace in church. That was also the music that came to me from the Spirit in 2011 while Elizabeth and I were in New York. At the time, I had no idea what it was.

Here is the Amazing Grace in a subsequent recording in Oct 2014 after my Calvary Hill Arizona hike.

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But how does that tie with the little girl from this morning?

Guess what her name was?


I only found that out as I was leaving and waved goodbye to her and to her Mom.

“Grace, come here,” her mother said. “Let me put some sunscreen on you.”

Happy Easter!

UPDATE March 26, 2016


I was awakened early this morning. It was the twilight before sunrise. In the sleepy mist between dreamtime and full awareness, I discerned the identity of that little girl – Grace – the angel I met yesterday, Good Friday, at the pool (see

Mary Magdalene. That’s who it was. Or more accurately, a current incarnation of Mary Magdalene (there are more of them).

When I was fully awake, I realized that it all made perfect sense. And why the Spirit woke me up so early this morning, for the first time since we returned to Arizona in early February.

Mary and I were both there on that first “Good Friday,” at the Crucifixion. I was then incarnated as Phillip, one of Yeshua’s (Jesus) apostles (for my earlier story on Philip, check out my “Bach for Philip Requiem“, May 2014). And even in this lifetime, whenever I asked the Spirit for healings, it would be Mary M who would deliver them.

So no wonder she would be there with me on this Good Friday morning so we could both remember and honor Yeshua, whom we both loved and cherished as our Teacher.

And now, here’s a music video I made for Easter two years ago, using for background music my own recording of “Figlio Perduto” (Lost Son), based on the 2nd Movement from Beethoven’s 7th Symphony. In my 2014 rendition, you will hear it as a choral symphony:



One year ago on Saint Patrick’s Day, I did a fire ceremony at the Rainbow Shower in Maui and recorded a Celtic tune played on Irish bagpipes (see Saint Patrick’s Day 2015).

This year, Elizabeth and I attended a Saint Patrick’s Day parade in Phoenix this past weekend.

And today, I was moved to record the same Celtic tune anew on my Arizona Clavinova, as I did a year ago on my Hawaiian one. One new twist – I’ve added some wonderful Irish dancers to this video.



Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

(my 46th North American birthday)

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Last week, a friend from Russia posted on Facebook an amazing dance by the peacock… the most ancient sacred animal according to the Yezidi tribe, believed to be the oldest on earth. I included it as part of my “GOD CO-CREATING WITH ANIMAL AND AVIARY WORLD -series, with the following comment:

“I may have to write the music for this magical dance…”

And now I have. I did not actually have to write a new piece of music. I had already recorded a perfect song for this peacock dance in 2014. I just needed the Phoenix Symphony to remind me of it this weekend. 🙂

What follows is a video I have just made starring two beautiful peacocks dancing and singing to my recording of Ravels’ “Bolero,” which includes sounds of Tibetan bowls in the grand finale (also see Bolero by the Phoenix Symphony during the FRENCH NIGHT AT THE SYMPHONY, Mar 5, 2016).

As I was working on this film, I was reminded of just how important the Peacock Angel has been as a sacred animal in my own life.  It is the ultimate masculine symbol of beauty, although of later, some women have also tried to adopt it as a feminine symbol.

Here’s what the Yezidis thought of the peacock:

Pyezidi-taus-melik-emblem475eacock is one of the oldest MASCULINE divine symbols. In the Yezidi tradition, which is the oldest tribe on this planet, Tawsi Melek is analogous to the first son of the Goddess Sophia, And the Peacock Angel and the Sumerians In the religion of Sumeria the Peacock Angel was manifest as Enki, the Lord of the Earth, who was also the Lord of Wisdom and the Serpent on the Tree of Dilman, the Sumerian Eden. The Sumerians may have adopted Enki from Yezidi emissaries from India who played a role in the fledgling Sumerian civilization. Or they may have received him from the gnostic sect of Mandeans who were also assimilated into Sumerian civilization after migrating from the East, specifically Sri Lanka, the island patronized by the Peacock Angel as the Hindu Murugan or Sanat Kumara. (For more, see… and What Is the Peacock Angel – 

Consequently, as a spirit of Al Khadir (Green Man) and a disciple of Sanat Kumara, I have had peacocks all over my house even before I met Elizabeth. Most of them are now at our home in Maui. And now we also have one here at Eagle’s Nest in Scottsdale. Elizabeth and I bought together three years ago in Cave Creek (see PEACOCK ANGEL, WHITE EAGLE FEATHERS LAND ON TREE, Nov 2013). You’ll get a chance to see that one briefly in the video bowing to me as I was doing the same to the Peacock.

And now, with that preamble, here’s the Peacock dance and birdsong set to the music of “Bolero”…

PEACOCK BOLERO – Dance and Birdsong – a film by Bob Altzar Djurdjevic – Revel’s “Bolero” music recorded by ALTZAR entirely on a Clavinova in Aug 2014

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On Friday Aug 22, out of the blue, Maurice Ravel’s masterpiece “Bolero” entered my consciousness through the Third Ear.  The impact was so powerful that I felt compelled to play it right away. I even recorded that first rudimentary version ( even though I had never played this piece before. At least not in this lifetime.

And our “official red carpet” photo from the Don Giovanni opera performance in Phoenix:





Fame is transient; infamy is permanent. [A dreamtime message, 3/6/2016]

Which means, once we achieve fame, we must be careful not to add some infamy karma. Because the latter will OUTLAST the fame. 

[For example, think OJ Simpson, Mata Hari, Keating Five, Hitler, Clinton-Lewinsky, Nixon, Bill Cosby, Stalin, Henry VIII… All of them went from fame to infamy – for which they are eventually remembered].

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That’s the message I received from my Spirit guides in dreamtime last night.

But that was not all. My Spirit guides practically wrote this entire story for me over the next hour or so, as I tossed and turned trying to go back to sleep. Yes, they even gave me some of these names.

When I eventually woke up some five hours later, all I had to do is type the story on my computer. And do a little bit of research to back up some of the facts and figures in it.


I also realized this morning something else – why my Spirit guides chose to do it on this particular night/morning. It was because today, March 6, 2016, is an auspicious day. Numerologically, it is a double triple 3’s date.

3/6/2016 = 9 / 9 = 3 x 3 / 3 x 3

The number “3” has always resonated with me, especially in terms of engendering Creativity. And even making me move from Arizona to Maui.

Here’s more on the spiritual meaning of the Angel number “3”:

Number 3 carries the vibrations of communication and self-expression, adventure, inspiration imgres-1.jpegand creativity, humor, optimism and joy, spontaneity and enthusiasm.  Number 3 also symbolizes the principle of increase and growth, expansion and abundance on the mental, emotional, financial and spiritual levels. Number 3 is the number of manifesting and manifestation and carries the vibration of the Ascended Masters. The Ascended Masters help you to focus on the Divine spark within yourself and others, and assist with manifesting your desires. They are helping you to find peace, clarity and love within. 

(Also see Significance of Masters numbers “11” and “3” in Altzar’s bio.


What brought this on?

In a word, Google. Of all unlikely culprits, right? 🙂

Yes, that relative newcomer to corporate fame that recently surpassed Apple as the world’s most valuable company punctured a little hole in my memory bank. And then all sorts of interesting things leaked out.

So once again from the top…

Fame is transient; infamy is permanent.

Or putting it in plain English, “good news travels fast; bad news travels eight times faster.”

Why eight times?

Actually, it’s “at least” eight times.”

Back in the 1980s, someone did market research on that topic and found out that people tend to spread bad news to at least eight friends or acquaintances, while sharing their good news with only a few people.

Of course, that has now changed dramatically. An average Facebook user has 338 friends, for example. And it’s a lot easier to share any kind of news now than 30 years ago. So now bad news travels over 40 times faster than in the 1980s.

But what does that have to do with Google?



Well, one week ago, I walked into my office to discover that Google had locked my out of my business account which I had had with that company for six (6) years!

No explanation other than they had allegedly noticed some “suspicious activity” and decided to lock me out for my own protection. And I had not even been on the system for 12 hours prior to that.url

I was stunned.  The obsession with security in this country has gone from sublime to the ridiculous.

Suppose a policeman sees or imagines somebody sneaking around your house late at night. Let’s also say that policeman then knocks on your door.  You open the door.  And while you’re still rubbing the sleepy dust out of your eyes, he snaps the cuff links on you and places you in custody.

“For your own protection,” he adds.

Back at the station, you don’t get any Miranda right. No phone calls. Just a cold and dirty cell.

That’s basically how Google treated me – a loyal paying business customer of 6 years – on account of its suspicion of suspicious behavior. I had no one to call. Because the tech support number I was given requires a security code that you can only get after you log into your website. From which Google had locked me out.

So I was up a creek most of that day, tearing my hairs out trying to figure out how I can regain access to 20 years of emails and other personal data I had on the Google server. Eventually, I sent a message out to a handful of my family members and friends from my personal Gmail account which I had set up 8 years ago strictly as a backup – for unexpected unspecified emergencies. Like this one.

I do not remember exactly what I did to make contact with the Google Apps business support team. But I must have done it somehow from that personal email. So eventually I got a phone call from one of Google techs.

“Oh am I ever glad to hear from you!” I greeted him after he introduced himself.

Even with him on the line, it took about an hour to defeat the electronic obstacles Google had put in our way before I was finally able to regain access to my account and data.

“Never again,” I said to myself and to Elizabeth after this ordeal was over.

Not only was that an inappropriate way for any company to treat a loyal customer, but I HATE doing techie work. I’d much rather be writing stories, playing music, making movies, hiking in the mountains, riding my bike, praying to the stars and rainbows… than trying to decode and break the enigmas of modern computer jail houses.


I had spent 45 years in the IT industry doing that professionally. During that time, I did gain certain fame and notoriety as an executive consultant for some of the world’s largest companies. But when I closed the doors on my business on June 30, 2014, I never wanted to reopen them again.

Of course, I can break out of IT prisons. Been there, done that. But why would I want to waste my time on something like that?

So I resented Google forcing me back into that “square-headed” mode almost as much as being mistreated as a customer.


Reluctantly, I spent most of this past week planning my break out of the Google jail. It was another nightmare. First, because I was out of practice. Second, because even if some of Google export tools helped me move my data out of my business account, the Google tools at the personal account had trouble importing them. And the Google tech support staff washed their hands off trying to help me.

So for a few days, I wondered across the internet desert landscape like Moses in the desert. Eventually, using intuition and past experiences as an IT jail breaker, I managed to transfer all of my 65,000 emails and over 4,000 contacts to my iMac.

Just to give you an idea about what this meant, that’s more than twice as many emails as Hillary Clinton had deleted from her private server while working as Secretary of State.

Then using a third-party software (Mozilla Thunderbird), that I had never heard of before last week, I selected and transferred about 26,000 emails and 700 contacts to my personal Gmail account.

And so now I am finally ready to give Google a boot.



Here’s a letter I sent to my friends and family last night:

My goodness gracious… this Google company is unbelievable. I was in the middle of sending a message from my Gmail account ( last night to which I had just switched my communications from my Google business account, when I was rudely kicked off with the message:


No further explanation. No phone support for Gmail customers. No other options. 

So after more than 8 years of using this Gmail account, Google killed it just like that. And with it, all my data (most of which I had painstakingly transferred from my business account during the past week).

(If you remember, this whole thing started when Google locked me out of my business account 10 days ago – “for my protection” – without any immediate recourse).

Was disabling my Gmail account Google’s way of PUNISHING a customer for wanting to leave a business service where the exact same thing happened 10 days ago? Or did they not like the (political) content of some of my recent message? 

​Or was there another reason?​

​Your guess is as good as mine…  ​And ​I have no idea.

Bottom line? Please revert back to my original email at least for the time being. I sincerely apologize for all this hassle and back and forth. If it didn’t happen to me – ​a guy  with 47 years of experience in the computer industry – I would never have believed. 

​But there you are… computer companies are finding new ways to annoy customers.​

Thank you for your understanding.


March 10, 2016

I received an email from the Google Gmail team this morning which said the following:

“Hello Google user,

Your account was disabled due to a violation of our Terms of Service. After review, we have reenabled your account. “

First off, I did nothing wrong nor different from anything else I had been doing with my Gmail account in the last eight years. As you know, I was simply sending an email out when I was cut off and locked out of the account.

Second, if I did allegedly violate the Google terms of service, why reinstate me?

In other words, the preceding was an implied admission of guilt on the part of Google Gmail team. Either their software or human censors suck but Google is loathe to admit it. So they punish the user and then wait until the customer squeaks before making a correction.

In other words, the customer is PRESUMED GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE.

Well, this customer anyway, isn’t prepared to put up with that kind of treatment. So goodbye Google! As soon as I can practicably execute the necessary transfer, I will now be off both Google Apps and Gmail.

I suspect I won’t be missed. Google now has over 900 million active users in the world. It’s a wonder I even got a response from Google given how many customers they have. Well, both good riddance and good luck to Google!
Even if I am not missed right now, “a thousand mile journey begins with the first step” (Confucius). And this first step might be eventually followed by many others in years to come who feel likewise and do not want to be PRESUMED GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN OTHERWISE.
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Last night, before going to a wonderful Phoenix Symphony concert (see below), I sent an email message out to my close friends and family advising them that I am about to change my email – for the first time in 20 years! 

Perhaps it was that act that triggered the dreamtime response by the Spirit? Maybe my guides and teachers wanted to put this Google situation into a larger context?  That, in fact, it was just another learning lesson. Maybe they wanted to remind me of what they had taught me before, during a channeling session in Ireland in 2011:

  • There are no positive or negative experiences, only lessons.
  • When we come into body, we do it with prior agreements we had made in the Spirit realm. These agreements are called Soul Intentions.
  • So nothing that happens to us is “accidental.”  Everything has its reason and purpose.
  • We agree to go through these experiences PRIOR to coming into body in order to work off some prior karma, or to help others do the same.

“There are no positive or negative experiences, only lessons.” [my Spirit guides]


Another lesson I had learned during my 45 years as a computer industry analyst is also a lesson about impermanence of fame, and durability of infamy.

Anybody still remember what BUNCH is?

No? No problem. Even my spellchecker doesn’t recognize some of these names.

historic-computers.jpgBUNCH is an acronym that was coined over 50 years ago when the computer industry was in its infancy. It stood for:

B – Burroughs; U – Univac; N – NCR; C – Control Data Corp; H – Honeywell

Of the five leading computer companies in the 1960s, only NCR Honeywell is still in business. But not as computer companies anymore.

Lesson? Transience of fame.

And who usurped the BUNCH companies atop the computer industry?

IBM. The Big Blue. Arrogant, brash and extremely successful would have been appropriate attributes to describe this company that ultimately came to connote “computer” in most people’s minds as much as Kleenex stood for a tissue paper.

IBM achieved that in part by trampling over the (antitrust) laws as if they were ants. It “won” the mammoth 1969-1982 antitrust case, for example, by hiring a bunch of lawyers and senior government officials to its board, who, in turn, helped manipulate the Justice Dept. into dropping the case. After 13 years of bitter litigation!

In many ways, IBM of the early 1980s resembled the United States today – omnipotent, invincible. Like Google today, it was the world’s most valuable company.

And yet, only a decade or so alter, Big Blue was on the ropes, nearly bankrupt. And today, like NCR and Honeywell, the bigger competitors IBM decimated in the early 1970s, Big Blue is still breathing but no longer a mover and a shaker even in the computer industry (see IBM SLIDE INTO OBLIVION CONTINUES –


So a lesson we can all take from the IBM debacle about the transience of fame in a political process…

The American Empire – here today, gone tomorrow.” (Truth in Media, Sep 1993, Washington Times column “When Cultures Collide…”, Aug 1996)

Okay, so that was the BUNCH and IBM. What about some more recent examples?

Anybody still remember DEC? declogo_large

DEC – Digital Equipment Corp – a Massachusetts-based computer upstart in the 1970s was the main successful challenger to IBM. It did so by inventing a “minicomputer” as a contrast to the “mainframe.”

DEC was the first company that put the network ahead of the computer. And it paid off. For a while…  By the mid- to late-1980s, DEC was the company to beat in the computer industry.

2000px-Compaq_logo_until_2008_with_protection_zone.svg.pngAnd what happened to DEC?

It was devoured by a “minicomputer” upstart Compaq in 1998. Google had not even been born yet.

Fame to infamy… nobody remembers DEC anymore.

And Compaq, in turn, was swallowed up by Carly Fiorina’s HP one week before 9/11 (see Two Losers Don’t Make a Winner,” Sep 2, 2001).

Fame to infamy… nobody remembers Compaq anymore, either.

In late 2005, HP surpassed IBM as the largest computer company in the world (see Meet New King of the Hill).

Now, both of these erstwhile computer giants are well down the list of the most valuable computer companies, and even further down in terms of their influence.

Fame to infamy… how many of you still buy IBM or HP PC’s?

I haven’t since 2009.

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Which brings us back to my dreamtime Spirit message from last night: TRANSIENCE OF FAME, PERMANENCE OF INFAMY.

Which means…


No, that’s not an original thought. The first human to whom this quote is attributed was the Greek philosopher  Hiraclitus of Ephesus And he lived over 2,500 years ago (Ἡράκλειτος, Herakleitos; c. 535 BC475 BC).


It was inserted in my brain last night by my Spirit guides and teachers for a reason.

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Berlioz, Saint-Saens and Ravel (Bolero) Set the Phoenix Symphony Hall on Fire

Elizabeth and I are no strangers to opera and symphony performances. We have attended performances by many of the world’s most famous musicians and the most beautiful concert venues around the world. And I have so say that the concert the Phoenix Symphony gave last night under the directions of Andrew Grams as a guest conductor has to go rank close to the top of our lifetime best ever.

The conductor practically danced at the podium all evening. He was so energized that he projected his enthusiasm into the orchestra and the crowd. The French pianist Pascal Roge, one of the world’s best at the moment, contributed to it with a brilliant rendition of Camille Saint-Saens’ Concerto No. 2 in G minor.

The first half of the program, which consisted entirely of French composers’ works, was incredibly intense. Even before the opening applause died down, the conductor whipped up the orchestra into a frenzy with the incredibly fast opening bars of Hector Berlioz’s “Le Corsaire.”

[Berlioz (1803-1869), by the way, was a contemporary and a protege of Franz Liszt, one of my past incarnations. Last night, I could see and feel once again why. Berlioz was amazingly talented].

Both the pianist and the orchestra got a standing ovation at the end of the first half with several curtain calls.

The second half of the program was entirely Ravel. By contrast to the first part, it was all about emotions and imagination. His “Mother Goose” was like an impressionist painting. Only more evocative.

And then came “Bolero,” the final piece on the program, which I also recorded in my humble version on a Clavinova in 2014 (see “BOLERO” WITH FULL ORCHESTRA, TIBETAN SINGING BOWLS –

Another standing ovation followed the end of the concert. Elizabeth and I were still under the spell of it on a drive home.