The Journey

A personal testimony

I first heard about Mount Shasta in 1975 from my friend Roland. He related to me an incredible spiritual experience that he had some years before. He was meditating at Mystic Arts World, a spiritual center in Laguna Beach, and was approached by a mysterious stranger. Though they had never met, the stranger knew intimate details of Roland's life and especially his spiritual quest for eternal truth. The stranger told him that he had a special calling on his life and that he needed to make a pilgrimage to Mt. Shasta in Northern California where he would meet and be guided by spiritual teachers. When Roland protested that he knew nothing about Mt. Shasta and had neither the means nor the desire to journey so far, the stranger told him to go to a meeting of Astara, a worldwide spiritual organization based in Southern California, where he would receive confirmation and further guidance. When Roland glanced away, the stranger suddenly disappeared although he was some distance from the door and sitting next to Roland only a moment before. Roland quickly began to make inquiries among the workers and patrons at the store. Although the stranger had a striking appearance, being dressed all in white and having long white hair and beard (which was not that unusual in the hippie era), no one else had even seen him.

Somewhat shaken, Roland took the stranger's advice and attended a meeting at Astara where he met the founders, Robert and Earlyne Chaney. Upon meeting him, they expressed that they felt a strong sense of familiarity with him, as if they had crossed paths in a previous incarnation, and an undeniable belief that he had been divinely led to them.

Although he made no mention of Mt. Shasta or the mysterious stranger, Earlyne, who many believe was a gifted psychic, began describing the man of mystery that Roland had crossed paths with in the bookstore. She said that he was an emissary from a mysterious Brotherhood that dwelt in or near the legendary mountain of Shasta, although she mistook him for being Roland's spirit guide and not the flesh and blood person Roland had encountered earlier. They then began describing their own spiritual experiences on Mt. Shasta, things they related later in a book (Secrets From Mount Shasta).

Roland sat in amazement as the couple described their own journey to Mt. Shasta where they met with enlightened beings and were initiated into the mountain's hidden wisdom. Expressing his longing to visit the sacred place, Roland's only obstacle was his "lack of bread" (money). However, fate intervened as a younger couple approached him, extending an invitation to join them on their upcoming trip to Mt. Shasta the following weekend.

My friend made this journey and claimed that he was never the same since. I can't tell you what he experienced as it was told to me in confidence, and you probably wouldn't believe it anyways. I can tell you that when my friend first invited me to "go up the mountain," I was skeptical. At first, I couldn't help but scoff at the mere suggestion of "ascending the mountain" when my friend brought it up. The concept seemed like nothing more than a fantastical tale, filled with mythical beings and unimaginable treasures. As a person driven by logic and reason, I found it hard to believe in the existence of Lemurians, Atlanteans, Hidden Masters, and an underground city overflowing with gold. It all seemed too far-fetched, too outlandish to be real. And there had already been too many charlatans preying upon those who wanted to believe the legends, concocting stories of Ascended Masters and the like, all while lining their pockets with money and getting power and control over their followers. 

But as they say, where there is smoke, there is fire. And as much as I tried to dismiss these legends as mere folklore, a part of me couldn't help but be intrigued. There was a persistent curiosity that gnawed at the back of my mind, urging me to explore the possibility that there might be some truth hidden within these tales.

So, I decided to delve deeper into the subject, to unravel the mysteries that lay behind the veil of skepticism. I embarked on a journey of research, immersing myself in old books, historical accounts, and personal testimonies. What I discovered was a world beyond my wildest imagination.

The more I delved into the stories and the numerous eyewitness accounts, the more I realized that there was a thread of truth running through them. The existence of Lemurians (or some say, survivors of Atlantis), a highly advanced civilization that supposedly inhabited the depths of the mountain, began to seem less like a figment of someone's imagination and more like a real possibility. The tales of Hidden Masters, enlightened beings who had transcended the limitations of the physical realm, started to resonate with a deeper part of my being.

As I continued my exploration, I stumbled upon accounts of a "hidden city" or possibly just a sanctuary, said to be concealed within the mountain's vast expanse. This "city" was rumored to be brimming with unimaginable wealth, with gold and precious gems adorning every corner, and local lore often related stories of mysterious tall people dressed all in white coming down from the mountain and making purchases with gold nuggets. While my logical mind still struggled to accept such claims, I couldn't ignore the countless stories and legends that spoke of these hidden treasures.

Gradually, my scientific skepticism began to wane, replaced by a sense of wonder and awe. I realized that sometimes, the boundaries of what we consider possible are merely self-imposed limitations. The world is vast and mysterious, and there are truths that lie beyond the grasp of our rational minds. Imagine my surprise when they began to visit me in my dreams and speak words of wisdom to me as I meditated.

In my dreams and visions, a breathtaking sight gradually unfolded before me. A hidden city, untouched by time, lay nestled amidst the clouds, its golden spires glistened in the sunlight, casting a mesmerizing glow. I stood in awe, my logical mind struggling to comprehend the reality of what lay before me.

Was this just an illusion, or a symbolic representation fashioned by my mind's eye? Could it be real or was it something otherworldly, with the mountain being, as claimed by some, only a portal to another dimension beyond time and space?

Although I had struggled for years to master the art of astral projection, achieving meager results at best, I found myself suddenly caught up by some mysterious force, led by a guide who had the appearance of a very tall man clad all in white which seemed to glow with a dazzling radiance.

He led me into a sanctuary illuminated with a light that seemed to radiate within, suffusing everything with a soft golden white glow, as he assured and guided me with words of wisdom which gave me much peace. The walls and floors were lined with intricate architecture, adorned with symbols and carvings that spoke of a deep and ancient wisdom. It was as if the place itself held the secrets of the universe.

In the heart of the sanctuary, we encountered the "Masters," beings of immense wisdom and enlightenment. They welcomed us with open arms, their eyes filled with a knowing warmth. They shared stories of an ancient Brotherhood born beyond the stars that lived in harmony with nature, and their pursuit of spiritual enlightenment.

I couldn't help but wondering if I was imagining all this but as I listened to them speak, my skepticism melted away, replaced by a deep sense of awe and reverence. My mind alone could not conceive of such things! The legends I once dismissed as mere fantasy now held a deep and revered truth. The hidden "city," the Masters, and the tales of gold were not figments of imagination but remnants of a forgotten world.

In that moment, I realized that sometimes, the boundaries of our logical minds can blind us to the wonders that lie beyond. The mountain had become a gateway to a realm of truth, challenging my preconceived notions and opening my eyes to the limitless possibilities of the spiritual realm. Whether the Masters and their hidden realm exists in the material world, the spiritual world or some combination of both, or another dimension in time and space, I cannot say. But I can say that I soon discovered that there was more truth to the legends than my skeptical scientific mind was willing to embrace.

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