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Mount Shasta
experience at Mt. Shasta. Can’t explain it.
went hiking near Mt Shasta last month. not far off trail, maybe 8 miles out. forest felt off. no wind, no birds. just this low hum in my bones, like the ground itself breathing. After a while i found this hole. not a cave... a hole. smooth, perfectly round, like it was drilled. pale dirt, almost white/purple. dropped a rock in, waited. no echo. had to be at least 60 feet deep. A few feet away, there was this faint red glow hovering over the moss. thought it was a flare or reflection. air around it was warm, like body heat. The hum stopped when i got close. total silence. even the trees looked still. then something slid into my head, not like hearing but like a memory i didn’t have.
>you can feel something watching you
I HEARD my mind speak to me at that moment, like someone willing my mind to think that, if that makes sense
>would you like to save?
and there it is again, something WILLING my brain to speak
I reached toward the glow. my ears popped, like pressure dropped. everything around me flickered and I suddenly felt.... Hopeful? alive? ready? hard to explain exactly the feeling, maybe this is all just a schizoid thing in my brain but it didnt feel that way
When I blinked, Suddenly I was standing by my car. sun setting. phone said three days had passed. i don’t remember sleeping, eating, anything.
map in my pack was gone. again, I heard the voice speak in my mind
>Erase
obviously, I ignored that shit, I do NOT want to mess with that stuff any further than I have
now at night I still hear the hum if it’s quiet enough. sometimes see a faint light in the corner of my room when I turn off the lights
>you can feel something watching you
I HEARD my mind speak to me at that moment, like someone willing my mind to think that, if that makes sense
>would you like to save?
and there it is again, something WILLING my brain to speak
I reached toward the glow. my ears popped, like pressure dropped. everything around me flickered and I suddenly felt.... Hopeful? alive? ready? hard to explain exactly the feeling, maybe this is all just a schizoid thing in my brain but it didnt feel that way
When I blinked, Suddenly I was standing by my car. sun setting. phone said three days had passed. i don’t remember sleeping, eating, anything.
map in my pack was gone. again, I heard the voice speak in my mind
>Erase
obviously, I ignored that shit, I do NOT want to mess with that stuff any further than I have
now at night I still hear the hum if it’s quiet enough. sometimes see a faint light in the corner of my room when I turn off the lights
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NO, there is solace in the mountain. Climb Mt Shasta. find the Shasta entrance, NEVER return
NO, there is solace in the mountain. Climb Mt Shasta. find the Shasta entrance, NEVER return
The Truth About Mount Shasta (you won’t hear this anywhere else)
I’ve been digging into the Mount Shasta disappearances for months now, and I think I’ve finally connected something no one else is talking about. You’ve all heard the usual stuff, Lemurians, hollow earth, alien bases, but it goes way deeper than that.
There are monsters in that mountain. Not cryptids, not spirits. Actual living things that shouldn’t exist. The Native stories talk about "sky beings" and "earth children" who retreated underground when man grew violent. But the modern reports line up almost perfectly with those legends. Every few years, someone goes missing near Panther Meadow or Castle Lake. Their bodies are never found, but their clothes are. Always the same pattern: shredded shoes, a torn backpack, or in one case, a striped sweater.
That last one is the one that got me. In 1997, a boy from Dunsmuir went missing during a family camping trip. Search and rescue found nothing except a red and yellow striped sweater halfway buried in the snowline. The locals said it looked like it had been melted into the ice, like something radiated heat where he disappeared. Officially, they blamed exposure. Unofficially, one of the rangers quit a week later and refused to talk about what he saw.
There’s an older legend around Shasta that the mountain is hollow, yes, but that its heart is a labyrinth of living light. The tribes called it “the place where souls fall.” People say if you go deep enough into one of the old lava tubes, gravity starts to change direction. You walk down and it feels like falling, except you never hit bottom.
There are monsters in that mountain. Not cryptids, not spirits. Actual living things that shouldn’t exist. The Native stories talk about "sky beings" and "earth children" who retreated underground when man grew violent. But the modern reports line up almost perfectly with those legends. Every few years, someone goes missing near Panther Meadow or Castle Lake. Their bodies are never found, but their clothes are. Always the same pattern: shredded shoes, a torn backpack, or in one case, a striped sweater.
That last one is the one that got me. In 1997, a boy from Dunsmuir went missing during a family camping trip. Search and rescue found nothing except a red and yellow striped sweater halfway buried in the snowline. The locals said it looked like it had been melted into the ice, like something radiated heat where he disappeared. Officially, they blamed exposure. Unofficially, one of the rangers quit a week later and refused to talk about what he saw.
There’s an older legend around Shasta that the mountain is hollow, yes, but that its heart is a labyrinth of living light. The tribes called it “the place where souls fall.” People say if you go deep enough into one of the old lava tubes, gravity starts to change direction. You walk down and it feels like falling, except you never hit bottom.