I have spent a couple of decades exploring the mountains around here, and countless nights alone and with company in the wilderness. Another thread
here suggested that survival skills and equipment are useless, without God. My advice is that this is true, in as much as a complete faith in Nature,
and lack of fear are your greatest allies out there. The key is to find harmony with environment; Nature attacks fear, and experience is relative to
mindset. A child may see fairies, to a taoist the mysteries of life may be revealed, and a fearful and unmindful person might experience adversity
from nature. In one moment of inattention, one can break bones, and animals smell fear.
I have seen a large UFO, heard Sasquatch scream all night and looked into the wild eyes of bears and cougars, close enough to pounce. In these
moments, what does one do? Fight? Run? This is not a video game. Trusting and letting go is the logical choice here and now, and to have established a
humble and positive relationship with your environ is your best defense. Enter that forest with peace of mind. usually there is nothing going on out
there, but does it matter if you mind is besieged by fear?
Mt. Shasta is the most powerful place around here, and I have explored the mountain and surrounding area a lot. An absolutely magical place where the
veil is thin, Shasta, and the energetic dynamic I described is nowhere more blatant than here. Many people are repulsed up there, I have often seen
company become physically ill or mentally unsettled there; conversely, when one can be open up there, there are super high vibrations to immerse
oneself in. I understand Natives did not camp on the mountain proper; due to the intensity in the air I am sure they saw it as some Spirit Realm. So
I think we need to be careful and mindful on Shasta.
Many years ago, a friend and I were way up on the mountain in backcountry, where there ought have been nobody. We were walking down along a waterfall
when suddenly a giant man appeared ahead, just silently, walking up toward us. As he neared and passed to my left, I noticed his bright blue eyes,
and without a word he was gone behind us. He was huge, yet moved like a wind! And gone. We were in the middle of nowhere, but unlike anyone else up
there, he had no gear; he seemed to be dressed in old natural colored mountain clothes. I know there are mountain men up there, but the presence of
this being was really, otherworldly, chiiling and powerful, I would say. He made no sound.
When this guy passed, my friend immediately stopped, and said that a whole poem had just popped into his head. He then spontaneously recited a
perfectly eloquent, very spiritual poem: it was like a Rumi poem, of Truth and so beautifully crafted...unlike anything my simple friend could
instantly create. So we were bewildered, in the middle of deep Shasta forest, that it seemed this man or being (over 6'6" and HUGE) had transmitted
some kind of high knowledge into my friends head. Really, we could only wonder. There was nothing going on up there...and bam, ghostly guy, poem- I
could only wonder, until...
A couple of hours later, our minds on something else, we were sitting up in a meadow eating lunch a quarter mile from our encounter, our minds on
other things, when suddenly my simple friend says, the second half of the poem just came to him. He proceeded to just spout a completely assembled
poem right along the lines of the first, super esoteric and meaningful! So strange... but watch this.
As he finished the poem, my eyes fell to the treeline beyond his shoulder, fifty yards across the spring filled, sunny meadow. And the giant man was
standing there way off behind my friend, just looking at us.
It freaked me and my friend turned just in time to see the guy disappear into the forest, leaving both of us doubtless that some wise soul was with
us up there that day, and seemed to be trying to give us a message.
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