Birthday Wish

After a week on Mount Shasta, I was back in Connecticut with my birthday fast approaching.  Every year I wish for something I deeply want and then watch it come true. This year:  a completely spiritually guided life -  to do as guided, with complete trust.

I had barely blown out the last candle when I knew I had to go back to Mt. Shasta.  There was a growing gravitational pull.  Everything started coming up “Shasta.”   Emails from people connected to Mt. Shasta. Pictures of me on Mt. Shasta.  A photo of a powerful spot on the mountain where I had gotten a first glimpse into my galactic heritage — orbs appeared right above the place where I had been.

And when I called an office with a routine question, it was answered by someone named . . . Shasta.

So I contacted the woman I had stayed with a few weeks before.  She said it was too bad; she had just rented the room for 6 months to someone else.  I was disappointed, but I knew it was a minor wrinkle.  Although the rental market in Shasta is very tight, I knew I would be staying there soon.

Two days later, the woman called back to say that already the renter hadn’t worked out and was leaving that day!  Was I interested?  Yes!  But as we talked more, the dates didn’t match up.  It was back to “no.”  I hardly batted an eye; the trust-ometer was registering high.  Of course, a few days later, she called to say that renovations at the house had been delayed -- our schedules now meshed perfectly!  All in alignment:  guidance, trust, flow and seeming obstacles dissolved.  Back to Shasta I went!

Shasta Speaks

I came on this trip quite ignorant about Mount Shasta.  I’ve since learned that Shasta is one of the most sacred mountains on earth.  Some say it’s the root chakra of the earth, others say the crown, others say the heart.  It’s a destination for extraterrestrials, UFO’s, creatures such as the Yeti, and within it is a 5th-dimensional city called Telos, inhabited by survivors of the drowned continent Lemuria.  There’s a lot going on here!

Although I’m ignorant about many things, I believe Shasta employs her own cloaking devices.  How else could such a powerhouse place not be well known to the general public?  Macchu Picchu and Mt. Fuji may be, but not Mt. Shasta.  Whatever chakra she is, Shasta is no showboat.  I think she likes to keep things small-scale, to live among the clouds in her quiet air of mystery.

Mt. Shasta is a 14,000+ ft.-high mountain.  Wouldn’t you think there would be some great downhill skiing?  Think again.  Despite the fact that Shasta is quite snowy in winter, the downhill ski park struggles to have enough snow for skiing.  (It’s January 6, 2018, and it isn't open!)  Someone told me there used to be a better downhill ski area on the opposite side of the mountain, but it was destroyed in an avaianche.  She said they rebuilt it, and then another avalanche came and wiped it out again.  It seems the disappointing current location is a concession to the mountain’s clear pronouncement on the original site.  Either way, Shasta has spoken: she’s not interested in being a ski vacation destination.

Yes, Mt. Shasta seems to know her mind quite well, thank you.  While some have watched their weekend ski plans roar away in an avalanche, others have fallen victim to the tractor beam of Shasta, which plucks them out of their established lives and deposits them at her feet.  When asked why the move to Mt. Shasta, most transplants say little more than “the mountain” with a look of awe and happy surrender.  Many say they came for a brief visit, went home and then simply had to come back and stay although they couldn’t explain why.  Hmmm. . . . So far, I have been kidnapped by Shasta for a week.  I wonder if she has anything else in store for me . . . ?

Marriage Proposal

On Day 1 our group visited the Headwaters at Mt. Shasta City Park.  Crystal clear water flows out of the mountain and becomes the Sacramento River. 

When I drank the water, I felt it drift up to my head in the lightest, brightest way.  Like in “Mary Poppins” when everyone is so happy they start floating up to the ceiling.  I never knew water could be this high-octane!

Smiling, almost giddy, I walked into the woods, brimming over with love and gratitude for the Divine forces that had brought me to this mountain.  I thought of the Sufi idea of the Divine Beloved, and I flashed on words from the great Sufi poet, Rumi:

"Nearness to the Beloved is the splendor

of your life. Marry the Beloved."

I took off my backpack and sat down on a bed of pine needles. About a foot in front of me I spied something shiny in the dirt: a silver-colored ring.  It was a thin, light band, like something a teenaged girl might wear.  I slid it onto my right ring finger, above my late mother’s diamond engagement ring.  A great match and, despite my unusual ring size, a perfect fit.  I was beaming: a wedding ring given to me!  There it remains, next to my mother's ring, a cherished reminder of my marriage to the Beloved that day beneath Mount Shasta.

Mount Shasta Calls!

Have you seen those T-shirts: "The Mountains are Calling and I Must Go”?   (Quote by John Muir.)  I thought that was just a poetic way of saying:  “I like being in the mountains.”  Magical Mt. Shasta in northern California has taught me otherwise!

I found myself there last fall - on a group meditative immersion on the mountain.  I knew nothing about Mt. Shasta, but for some strange reason, I dug up a very old email about the trip and, at the last minute, joined the group.

Going to Mt. Shasta made no logical sense.  The trip came after a summer of unexpected travel - from my home on the east coast of the U.S. to Europe and to the western U.S.  In fact, I hadn't been far from Shasta just a few weeks before.  Why turn around and go back?  I had kept afloat all summer with vacation rentals of my house, but would anyone rent it in the fall?  I decided I didn't care about any of that.  I heard the call, and I went.

At the Sacramento airport, a green crystal with a little sparkle to it  (green aventurine) sat right next to my suitcase on the conveyor belt, nowhere near any other bags.  I picked it up and aah - I felt Shasta's greeting and invitation to adventure.   Thank you!! Yes!!