I too have a story of a strange encounter on Mt. Shasta in recent weeks. I was driving down the coast to California and made a detour to Shasta because for a few years I’ve been fascinated with the idea of seeing the place. I read about accounts of Sasquatch encounters in Panther Meadow and Lemurian encounters in Don’s book “The Life Etheric, With Carol Croft,” and I would HIGHLY recommend the book to anyone interested in truth and especially to any gifter, so I drove up the mountain to the camp ground near Panther Meadow and took a short hike. I had dropped a few gifts at spots that seemed appropriate to me as I climbed, but not any great number as this was more of a sight seeing adventure for me.
As I walked the trail to the meadow I felt the effects of the altitude (I’m a flatlander from Ontario, Canada) and felt very high energy, and saw the “orgone squiggles” in the air that always mean high energy to me. For anyone unfamiliar these are small, curvy little flecks of light that dance in the air in a spot where the ambient energy is high. So the energy was good, but there was a strange kind of very light brown look and feel to the whole place too, the colour brown always meaning negative energy to me. It’s hard to explain, but the overall and underlying energy matrix of Mt. Shasta felt VERY good and high and alive to me, but there was also this much smaller, much less powerful feeling and looking negative energy there too, kind of overlaid on top of all the good stuff. Hard to describe, but that’s what I sensed. It was as though the Mountain is very powerful and alive with very high energy, but there was also still a slight veneer of negative stuff there too, like the dorknobs are still hanging around but only by their dirty little fingernails (sorry if “dirty” sounds like a judgement, I still struggle a bit with that level of detachment).
Anyway, the weird part of the story was this: I walked through the campground to the meadow, and smelled the telltale odour of pot smoking going on in a few of the sites. This didn’t feel good to me, but not terribly dangerous either so on I went. I came to the meadow and was struck by how really beautiful it is. It’s a pleasant green and healthy open meadow, surrounded by large trees, with a shallow and narrow rivulet running right through it. This small stream is only a few inches deep and maybe 6 inches to a foot across, and it makes a nice alive trickling sound and is so sparkling clear I bet you could drink it, though for some reason trying that didn’t occur to me at the time. I went across and into the forest a little ways, not very far as it was late in the day and the sun was sinking fast, and climbed up on a big rock and sat down to feel the place and relax. That was nice and I left a tb in the area, and then headed back down the path to the campground. As I was crossing the meadow another man, I would guess in his late 20’s or early 30’s, was coming up the other way. He had the ponytail, flannel shirt, hiking boots and jeans uniform on that I noticed on all the other pot smokers back at the camp site. He was approaching rapidly and looked and felt angry, and he was on the large side at about 6 feet tall and in the area of 200lbs (just like me). I felt like maybe he was wanting some sort of confrontation as he stomped his way through the grass and into the meadow, staring resolutely in my direction but not actually making eye contact with me. This continued as we approached each other and I kept trying to make eye contact and begin some sort of greeting or acknowledgement of presence, but all I could find was a weird blank stare that seemed to be focused at my eye level, but off a few inches over my right shoulder. Each time I would try to engage him his focus would shift just a little bit off of my eye line so we never did connect. It ended up that when we got only a few feet away from each other I simply stepped to the left off the path and he thundered right on by me and kept stomping his way across the meadow. He never once made eye contact, but was close to it the whole time, and never once checked his quick and aggressive gait and energy. It was one of the weirdest exchanges, or non-exchanges I’d ever had with another human being. It felt like maybe it was an attempt at intimidation, but was really more strange than scary, or maybe he was just in some sort of pot induced trance and really didn’t notice me.
My time on Shasta was short but the overall impression was that it is definitely a very powerful place and that power is very positive, but there are still some remnants of the negative clinging to it’s lofty hide. I would certainly wear an orgonite pendant (as always) and bring some gifts if you go, but don’t be daunted by the weird stuff. It’s a truly remarkable place and I hope to spend a longer time there in the future.
Mike
p.s. – I didn’t notice any darts or saucer craft, but I don’t doubt you at all artlukm – nice photos!
