Subterrenean Trasnmissions From Mt. Shasta

I guess it's all weird when you step back and look at mysticism, superstition, religion, new-age, or whatever. From a skeptical viewpoint, L. Ron Hubbard's volcano-aliens aren't any more unbelievable than a guy turning rocks into bread or the Dalai Lama's reincarnations. But who am I to judge?

So, we all chipped in and rented a cabin in Weed near Mt. Shasta. And this cabin was awesome! It was also loaded with books, DVDs, and the occasional poster describing what's underneath Mt. Shasta. A whole cult of futuristic aliens!

We all flipped through a book describing this whole deal. Then we watched the DVD of the 2005 Quad-channeling conference.

If memory serves, here's the nutshell of what the Shasta People believe:

The city of Telos is a mile beneath the mountain, and it's stocked with over a million Lemurians, who are in some way involved the people of Atlantis. They look like you(if you're seven feet tall and blonde), except more they're adorned with all sorts of new-age accouterments. These Lemurians are much more evolved than us, perhaps because of the permanent spring in Telos, or maybe it's their amino-acid supercomputers. Or maybe that's where Ashtar from Galactic Command enters the story. Either way, they live in a state of permanent bliss, man. Again, no judgment.

So, I talked about this at work. This woman calls up right as I was trying to clear out.

Her: "I heard you talking about the Shasta thing. I actually went out there for the '95 convergence. It was pretty incredible. On the full moon I swear I saw people coming out of the mountain."
Me: "That's nice, but..."
Her: "And we went out to Weed to check out this woman's TV set. It was totally unplugged but you could see an image of the Virgin Mary."
Me: "Thanks for the story. I have to go because..."
Her: "And the one of the people went to channel with one of the Lemurian priests up on Shasta and just totally disappeared. Never seen again, but the clouds over the mountain really looked like UFOs. It's a heavy place."
Me: "I really have to go now."


Our own non-alien trip was quite nice, actually. The dry mountain air cleared up my drippy nose, which was great. Good company, improv disc-golf in the snow, Guitar Hero III, plus I got some weak-kneed snowboarding in. Sara knitted as much as possible. Good times.