From David
My name is David. What I found curious about this particular story was that
I had not yet mentioned to Ron any of the other similar stories revolving
around Mt. Shasta. The relating of this story came about as a consequence
of discussing with Ron some of my exploits on Mt. Shasta earlier last year
(2001). I told Ron I was planning on going camping up at the mountain
(which is just 5 hours away by car), and wanted to know if he knew any good
spots to camp, perhaps where something memorable happened.
Well, that just opened up an extensive conversation about Mt. Shasta. He
relayed to me that back in 79' or 80' (one of the two), he went camping on
the back side of the mountain. Using a 4WD vehicle to navigate the pothole
ridden, gully crossed, rocky, muddy, dirt roads on the back side, he and a
couple of his friends headed towards the North Gate. This segment of the
mountain is a large out crop of rock several hundreds of yards distance
from the main bulk of the mountain. They parked at the end of the dirt road
and began heading through the forest in the direction of a glacier.
Ron and his buddies were going to camp there for a few days so they were
packing a lot of gear. The one thing they didn't pack is water. He told me
they just drank the glacial runoff. (The water that flow off Mt. Shasta is
with powerful life vitalizing vibrations. Ionic colloidal minerals are
suspended in the water and these are put in high spin state from the
infusion of galactic, celestial, and earthly energies which are constantly
being focused in this area. Consuming water from the mountain is like
offering the body Holy Water and this recharges the body in a multitude of
ways).
I digress for a moment. As Shasta was volcanic in origin, it has a lot of
meandering volcanic tubes of various sizes. Some of these have water
flowing through them and when they reach the surface springs appear. It is
so refreshing and such a welcoming site as one is hiking around the
mountain over large expanses of barren rock and then Wow! From seemingly
out of nowhere you see fresh clean water just bubbling out of the ground
and a profusion of colorful flowers surrounding the area where the water
came up and lining the sides of the small streams as they flowed downhill.
Ron said as they were walking around the base of the mountain they crossed
paths with a man in his mid-thirties who cordially greeted them and then
proceeded to mention how he had been camping in that particular area for a
little over a month. He told Ron that one day while he was walking around
the side of Shasta through lot of rock rubble he turned and walked closer
towards the rock face.
From less than a hundred feet away he said that it looked just like a
solid rock face but when he got right up on it, it curved around to the
left and led him to a corridor which was in a wide crevice. At the end of
the corridor he claims he came across two pillars on either side of the
crevice and these pillars or columns reminded him of the pillars of
Antilles which he had seen on a National Geographic special years earlier.
He continued saying that he followed this rock path and it led him deep
into the mountain where he saw many amazing sites that was difficult for
him to imagine and hard for him to describe. He offered to Ron and his friends that he
would show them if they stayed there for a while and got to know him as little better.
Ron was intrigued but declined and continued on to where they had planned
on camping. When they arrived, he noticed someone had constructed a number of various
sized stone circles within that vicinity. Just before evening, some other folks arrived
and set up camp about 200 feet away. As the sunset began and Ron's friends and he were
getting ready to eat by their campfire, they saw a flash coming out of the side of the
mountain up near its peak. It as very small but quite bright with a rich green and blue
light emanating from the sphere. They were amazed as it headed down towards their camp and
actually floated near each person in the campsite before it went to the others nearby. It
was about
the size of a softball and he felt as if they were being checked out or
something he said. (This sounds surprisingly similar to ball lightening,
yet it seemed to navigate in an intelligently controlled manner). After
this surprising intrusion, it left just as abruptly as it came and headed
back up towards the mountain from where it had originated.
He and his friends were still talking about this hours later around the
campfire as they were still mystified by the experience when Ron noticed
two figures coming down the side of the mountain in the moonlight. They had
on long cream colored robes with hoods on and he said they seemed to almost
float down the hill more than walking. He said he figured that whoever they
were, they probably knew the people at the other camp because they went
straight over there and then stayed in their camp for almost two hours so
he didn't want to bother them and never went over there for a closer look
at them. After that, the two robed hooded figures were seen heading back up
the side of the mountain in the night with no flashlights, though it was
bright with the moon out.
He was so impressed by this experience that he never forgot it completely
and was thankful that I had brought it to his mind again through our
conversations. After he had related this to me, I told him about Mr.
Winton's experience and how he shared this in a letter to Mrs. Jones in Mt.
Shasta. He found the similarities to be rather curious to say the least.
We had planned on going up to that area near North Gate to check it out
once more last August but because of car problems and finances Ron was
unable to go. I on the other hand did go up to Mt. Shasta to visit and
camp at least once or twice a month last year from May through October.
Thought my vehicle was unable to reach the back of North Gate I did attempt
it and narrowly escaped being stranded and damaging my car from the
attempt. Without a good operating 4WD I would not recommend trying it or
you could quickly regret it as these dirt roads can be treacherous. If you
onelight readers are interested, I can share with you some of the enjoyable
exploits and fascinating adventures I had last year and I took a number of
photos of the various places I went to which I could also share, with
Greg's and onelights' permission of course. Let me know if you're
interested. Hope you liked this story, and may peace flow within and
without you.
-David
received and posted here week of 1/5/2001 |
From Donald
These are some experiences I have had while visiting
Mt. Shasta a few years ago.
Our first trip to Mt. Shasta my friends and I stayed at a hotel on the side of Mt. Shasta.
There were three of us, myself
my wife and our good friend. I had wakened from slumber at about 6 AM as we were going to
go hiking on the mountain. As I was waking up, I became instantly aware that I had heard a
very strange and unusual music. It wasn't like hearing with my ears but like hearing music
from another room very softly. I describe the experience as having the music being played
directly to my soul. The music had a very regal and noble quality to it. I was not aware
of any voices singing at this time. I was quite surprised by this music and quickly asked
my wife and friend if they had heard it. They indicated that in deed they had and
described it in a very similar fashion as I had experienced it.
On our trip up to Mt. Shasta, we had come across some Sanskrit words of greeting which we
felt might jokingly come in handy should we come across some Lemurians. To our surprise,
while hiking on the mountain, we called out "Ha joo ha" loudly and received an
immediate "Ha joo ha" in a different voice back that was not an echo. We assumed
that our friend Paul who had learned the Sanskrit greetings had responded to our call.
Joining up with him a few minutes later we questioned him intensely, fearing he was
pulling a prank. He very clearly had not been the one that had responded to our call. We
figured it might have been an actual Lemurian responding.
Another very unique experience was during broad daylight, while I was sitting on a log
chatting with another person we had befriended while hiking. Right in the middle of our
conversation, we both heard what very clearly sounded like a women crying for about 5 or
10 seconds. There was no one around, including my wife, who came down the trail several
moments later, and had not heard it. This experience later reminded me of a book I had
read " Legends of Mt. Shasta" that tells about how women from the Inner earth
sob deeply as an expression in moments of great joy.
While we were hiking in a remote area of Mt. Shasta on the Northeast face where there were
no actual trails. I had just come into a very peaceful looking little clearing at the base
of the mountain. My mind was very relaxed and just as I raised my glance from the ground I
saw for the briefest of moments a tall fully bearded man looking directly at me not more
than 15 feet away.It was as quick as perhaps 1/100th of a second and he was gone. He was
dressed in long brown robes, such as were probably common in the time of Christ, and wore
a full beard with mustache. In the moment that I saw him I gave out quite a surprised
shriek as I had been caught totally off guard.
On subsequent visits to the mountain while camping in our tent all three of us heard men
and women voices singing as part of a chorus. The men's voices could be heard singing
separately from the women's voices. We also heard "Ohming" at other times while
camping on the mountain. In all these instances it would seem like the hearing of the
music or sound was being played or projected directly to our souls, not having been
actually been heard by our ears. The sounds were generally heard most clearly when we were
drifting off to sleep, although we heard the "Ohming" even while we were awake
with no campers any where around us. I remember going outside of the tent to see if I
would still be able to hear the "Ohming" and I could still hear it without any
change in the soft, very faint quality of it.
We even had the legendary momentary car trouble at one point near the mountain. Driving on
a dirt road on Military Pass Road we stopped the car to take a better look at the
mountain. When we tried to start the car it would not start and would just turn over. This
was a car that Always started at the slightest turn of the key and so this was very
strange. After just a few minutes the car started normally as it had always on the first
turn of the key.
Donald
received and posted here
week of 1/5/2001 |