Magical Mount Shasta

It’s was May 2016 and the beginning of everything coming to life as well as the start of summer. We were northbound to a little vacation spot in Mount Shasta, Oregon. I had been to Oregon before, once to Crater Lake and the other time to Portland, both places felt like home immediately. I was in love with the beauty of the scenery and my heart was captured lying at the base of Mount Shasta.

The little wooden cabin we would inhabit for the next few days added to the feel of having found a home away from home. Everything was in line for an amazing experience, for beautiful days filled with adventure and comfort. Leisure at it’ s finest. But there was much more in store for me and they involved things I could have not anticipated. Things that would become obvious after our return home, things that would later prompt the saying of “Something happened at Mount Shasta.”The landscape was beautiful and breathtaking, but nothing really out of the ordinary, given that I’m a high Sierra girl and used to it’s beautiful, rugged peaks. I’m sure the landscape would have been quite different for someone coming from the Midwest, but for me the main difference was, not having a volcano in my immediate backyard in the Sierra’s. Mount Shasta is a 14179 ft high stratovolcano and the second highest peak in the cascades. It dominates the sky and on a clear day, given that I climb high enough, I have seen Mount Shasta in the distance some 218 miles away from me.

It was big and majestic, and just the view of it at times appeared as if it wasn’t even real. Like a poster or something painted, it’s a sight you will not soon forget. You could see the massive peak for miles and miles, thinking you were right upon it, but instead, you kept driving and it would take you at least another hour to come within close vicinity. My heart was captured by the beauty of nature as it so often does. I exhaled peace and a sense of calm ran through my veins. Everything that I have written about and experienced before, and still there was something different, something that would become more obvious as our days went on. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was and in hindsight it feels as if I was stepping into a different era. One that showed a positive impact, and time slowed down. From the atmosphere and the feel of the town, to the surroundings, the sincere people and the friendliness that I found walking amongst them. It was refreshing to leave the competition behind for awhile and marvel in the sincerity and helpfulness that was heartfelt. Something I hoped things to be all the time. People were enjoying each other with a honest desire to make a difference for the next person. Had I stumbled upon paradise?

The experience changed me in ways I could not imagine prior. It would become something that has me yearning to revisit this beautiful area. It was afterwards that I found the meaning of all the purposes it served and perhaps there are still few waiting to be discovered. It was a feast for the eyes and a essential marvel for the soul to heal. It was bittersweet to leave and it was more than just a vacation that came to an end. I wanted everything to stay as it was and the “real world” and how I knew it, no longer belonged into the picture. It was weeks after our return that I was doing research on Mount Shasta. It was undeniable that something did had happen in Shasta and I wasn’t sure of what or if anything I would actually find, but my curiosity was peaked in the hopes to learn more. I really didn’t know what I was looking for or where to even search. I remembered the feelings I had from the mountain and I couldn’t get enough of its view. It was a starting point for my search.

What I stumbled upon was that Mount Shasta draws people from around the world. A feeling, a vibe, that people can’t explain, they feel drawn and experience a pull towards the mountain that reaches over continents away. Numerous legends exist about Mount Shasta being a space station for extraterrestrial life and the underground city housing survivors from the sunken continent of Lemuria.

Occasionally, according to legend, Lemurians, tall in statue and garbed in white robes have been seen walking around the mountain. It is also said that they have been seen coming to town for supplies. Legend further claims a city with endless tunnels and secret, hidden entrances beneath the mountain where these beings live today. People living around Mount Shasta have their own stories and experiences of what they feel and have experienced. I had no knowledge prior to any of this, but I definitely felt something out of the ordinary that I couldn’t explain and put into words. It wasn’t something eerie or frightening, but something that was calming and restoring. My hunger grew for more information and to dig deeper, although I didn’t get to witness anything else other than my own feelings, there was something undeniable, something never felt before. I think the timing was right for me to be open to those things and not just dismiss them. I think about my journey and I was ready for another sign. I needed something to believe in and something I could feel. I definitely got that and there was something that put my soul at ease while vacationing at Mount Shasta. Today I would call it a spiritual experience. A energy and magnetic force field, picked up by those sensitive to this kind of thing. It’s rather fascinating and then I learned about the possible cause.

I learned about vortexes.