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Mount Shasta

 
 
archim3des
03:07 / 23.05.07
Anyone care to share a story about Mount Shasta, CA? I've never been, but I've heard a couple of crazy and intriguing stories about the place.
 
 
Quantum
08:18 / 23.05.07
Would you? Care to share a story I mean? You've heard a couple of crazy and intriguing stories about the place, why not tell us what they are?
 
 
Quantum
15:01 / 23.05.07
Meanwhile, here's a picture of it.

 
 
Haloquin
18:00 / 23.05.07
Intriguing looking place, I enjoy the big open expanse of green and the white temple-like construction you can make out in the distance... see, in the top left corner, pure genius.

(Translation... link is broken, please help!)
 
 
Haloquin
18:01 / 23.05.07
Oh wait, sorry, no its not... my internet is broken, forget I said anything.
 
 
EmberLeo
19:45 / 23.05.07
My Mom and I went camping at Shasta a few years ago, and had a wonderful time. I can't say I had a particularly spiritual experience as opposed to when we wandered through significant sites in Northern Europe, or when we camp elsewhere here in California, but Shasta is indeed gorgeous.

There is usually snow at the top all year round, which I found quite appealing. I had been told not long before I went that I should seek a glacier stream in Jotunheim as a place to See from for Oracular Seidh, so I took the opportunity to be meditative as I wandered around between the summer sprouts and the patches of old snow.

And then I made a tiny snowman, because I've never gotten to make a full-sized one.

Driving to our campsite, we came across a huge patch of Manzinita, some of which was dead, that my Mom insisted on harvesting for our campfires (Manzinita burns very hot, so you can use very little at a time).

We happened to be in town for a kind of art and wine festival type street fair (I think for 4th of July, actually), and that was lovely. While we wandered the streets and charming shops, I found a little new-age bookstore that happened to have a battered first edition copy of Voodoo Fire in Haiti, which I purchased for a very low price because the shop owner was concerned that it would damage somebody with a totally false and racist impression of Vodoun. They didn't know what a better resource would be to replace it, so it made them very nervous even having it on the shelf. I assured them that I have personal resources on the subject, so it's ok, but that I thought the book would be amusing to read for its mistakes.

(I never did get to read it though. I loaned it to the aforementioned personal resource and never got it back.)

From there we moved on to the coastal Redwood country, so that's all I remember for today.

I'm sorry it's not a really exciting spiritual experience - it was very pleasant, regenerative, and meditative, but not particularly eventful. Then again, I don't do high-woo with only my Mom around.

--Ember--
 
 
This Sunday
20:54 / 23.05.07
Similarly non-crazy but magicky story: Broken down at the side of the road, watching Mount Shasta be quite impressive in that perspective-warping way where you know it's farther away and far bigger than it looks, a nice couple stopped and were helpful in getting my friend's pick up going again. They shared cold coffee in a re-used Coca-Cola 2-liter bottle with us, which was surprisingly decent. They then gave us two more cola bottles of coffee, as we were low on supplies, and went on their way.

Thus, were we able to continue a Canada to Mexico and back to mid-state run that was in part, a magickal act of drawing a symbol into the geography. Basically, my friend kept leaving things when she felt they were really good (which, I call littering, but that's me), and at that point it was going up a bit of Shasta and pouring some coffee on the ground.

Are you gonna tell us some crazy stories, then? Always time for a good vortex story.
 
  
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