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10/11/2025, 6:30:36 PM
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The Truth About Mount Shasta (you won’t hear this anywhere else)
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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.