I thought maybe it was about time I shared a little about my trip to Mt. Shasta.
I joined Dr. Steven Greer and about 20 new friends (and a few I knew from the Arizona trip) after driving down in my car. I had built a bed in the back so I could snooze along the way if I needed to. The weather was perfect, although there had been some fires and a little smoke was in the air.
The first night of field work was held in a lovely pasture and a bunch of curious cows and calves watched us from the next pasture over. Dr. Greer always performs a puja ceremony once everyone gets settled and it is dark. It was chilly in the pasture but the night was beautiful, as was the ceremony.
The best learning experience for me that night was seeing how conscious communication between beings can happen. Some of the group had seen a light fly over the trees behind me. It was a being Dr. Greer knows as Kindness and she had said “hello” by zipping along in a zig-zag pattern. I had missed her because I was looking in the other direction.
I looked over toward where she had appeared, longing to see her, and said aloud, “Do it again. Do it again!” And she did! Her brilliant light zig-zagged back in the opposite direction. I was elated.
After the first night we decided to take it up the mountain to the Sand Flats (aptly named). In the daytime we had “Forest Academy” and/or lectures indoors, where we learned about consciousness and levels of civilization and such. In the evenings we met for CE-5. It got bitterly cold up there at night and the first night I almost froze; after that I layered up and brought an extra blanket!
There was not the intense light show at Shasta as there had been in Arizona but there was a lot of deep inner communication and seeing. There were many, many beings that joined us but not all could see them (I could not). I did, however, witness thousands of tiny red lights in the forest between us and the mountain. Wee twinkly lights that were probably orbs or beings of some kind. And at one point while we were meditating I heard footsteps behind me – while all the humans were seated.
There were lights on the mountain that should not have been there. One was a huge, vivid light that appeared where there had been none earlier. If memory serves, it was a greenish colour. It was halfway up a sheer rock cliff where no hikers could have been. Another curiosity was hundreds of shooting stars zipping around in all directions. We checked and there was no meteor shower predicted at that time and it wasn’t until late on the last night we realized they were all zipping to and from Shasta herself.
I learned so much that trip and made a lot of friends. I had a great deal to think about on my drive home in my Shasta-dusty car.