Mount Shasta

The area around Mount Shasta teems with wildlife—black bear, blacktail deer, ringtail cat, raccoon, mountain lion, bobcat, coyote, river otter, gray fox, and pine marten. The most sought-after species—if the least observed—is the North American Sasquatch. Shasta is held to be the center this elusive species’ domain in California, and many an expedition goes in to find them—occasionally emerging with, well, evidence of one sort or another.

If there is cryptozoology, there is also cryptogeology—prime among which is the phenomenon called by enthusiasts “the vortex.” This is believed to be a sort of swirling energy point, and many areas sacred to the New Age, such as Sedona, boast them. As might be expected, Shasta has one, too. During 1987’s worldwide Harmonic Convergence, many seekers came to Shasta. (I spent the day watching a War of 1812 reenactment at Ft. Erie, Ontario—perhaps affected by sunspots, the British won.)

We should not be too shocked to learn that all of this preternatural activity has attracted the Space Brothers’ attention. UFO sightings in the area are commonplace. According to the channeled entity Kryon, Shasta is an interplanetary, inter-dimensional center of…well…you decide.

There are many more tales told of Shasta. But what I find most compelling is the sacred mountain’s role as an outpost—or even fragment—of lost Lemuria. Also called Mu (at least in the writings of Col. James Churchward, VERY popular in the psychic-ridden Hollywood of my childhood), this continent existed eons before our time somewhere in the Pacific, or Indian, or some other ocean, depending upon whom you read. Innumerable 19th-century spiritual types wrote reams about the place; but it was left to the 1905 novel A Dweller on Two Planets to reveal Shasta’s role in the continuing Lemurian saga. For not all perished when that great continent went down. No, it seems some survivors (how, why, and where varies according to the authority consulted)
continue to dwell on Shasta.

Out-of-staters might dismiss all of this as the kind of drivel on which Californians are renowned for wasting their addled brains. But these sublime realities explain a great deal about the way we conduct business here. Who but the Ascended Masters have told our Supreme Court that our state constitution’s drafters intended to safeguard gay marriage 150 years ago? Does not Jerry Brown’s reelection prove reincarnation’s truth? Can anyone deny that the state’s financial destinies would be aided by either the Space Brothers’ advice or an infusion of gold from the Lemurian hoard beneath Mount Shasta? Ought not Bigfoot be added to the endangered-species list?

While the Ascended Masters seem a bit much to take, an awful lot of people have seen and experienced strange things on and around Shasta’s enchanted heights. It seems just as odd to think they were all drunk, lying, insane, or drugged. But as to whatever any of it might mean, I haven’t a clue. Although a practicing Catholic, in this realm I am supremely agnostic.