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This is the lovely and exceptionally free-from-eruption-damage stratovolcano Mt. Shasta, 45 miles deep into the heart of the future state of Jefferson (in open rebellion every Thursday since 1941). It tops out at 14162-14179ft (is it getting bigger?, that’s not supposed to be concerning, is it?) it is nowhere near the biggest mountain in CA, let alone the wild west. It may have erupted in 1786, but no one’s completely sure. (Lots of candidates for that eruption). In 1877 John Muir survived a sudden blizzard on Mt. Shasta by lying in a hot springs near the summit. Probably while sipping a pina colada. Incidentally, USGS rates Shasta as a ‘very high threat’ for a volcanic eruption, but personally, I don’t think the Lemurians would allow it.
Oh yeah, Lemurians. I don’t have any idea where the heck Lemuria was supposed to be (distinct from Atlantis) but some guys left Lemuria to live in Mt. Shasta with the Comte St. Germain, and they’ve got a city of gold called ‘Telos’ (greek: means ‘the end’) underneath it, and they help lost travelers and things like that. I don’t know how bigfoot fits in to all this (and it does), but I will point out that the city of Weed, California is within spitting distance. Incidentally so is Yreka, which is several letters off from U-reka or Eureka, the state motto, i think this has something to do with weed tho tbh.

The Lemurian-Shasta legend appears to have started in 1886 with the publication of A dweller on Two Planets, www.sacred-texts.com/atl/dtp/i… which appeared at the height of the Victorian Spiritualism craze and was an automatic-writing text done by Frederick S. Oliver at the tender age of 20. Haven’t read it, but this seems to be more Atlantis connected then Lemuria.

The next major entry into the bibliography belongs to the Rosicrucians, who are the premier purveyor of this legend (seriously, there’s a Rosicrucian pyramid temple in Santa Clara not very far from where I live. Santa Clara is Rosicrucian central, it’s a real conspiracy club that originated in 1598) The book has been in the public domain for 86 years, so here is the link: f5db1a33c5d48483c689-1033844f9… It is dedicated to Sir Francis Bacon, a fact that I find immensely entertaining for some reason. Both these authors seem to have an immense fascination with the Tibetan regions and the Himalayan Mountains, (ie. the lost city of Shangri-La) and wanted to claim some of that fascination for the glorious North American mountain ranges as well. Anyways, it was the 1930s, and everyone was into this tulpa stuff, even Uncle A. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1938%E2%…

Unlike many denizens of secret and lost cities on planet earth, Lemurians were quite friendly, known to come down into the trading posts in their long white robes and trade gold dust for stuff just like any other miner during the gold rush. There’s even a story of a pair helping out a man who’d broken the axle on his buggy. Other than that, we have the standard elements: hieroglyphics, 10 foot tall giants, faeries, pointy laser sticks, telepathy, immortality, and above all gold. You have to admit, though, this all is more rational than the plot of Dante’s Peak.

I have my own speculations about mysterious Mt. Shasta, and they don’t involve Xander. Or at least, don’t directly involve Xander.

Description
This is the lovely and exceptionally free-from-eruption-damage stratovolcano Mt. Shasta, 45 miles deep into the heart of the future state of Jefferson (in open rebellion every Thursday since 1941). It tops out at 14162-14179ft (is it getting bigger?, that’s not supposed to be concerning, is it?) it is nowhere near the biggest mountain in CA, let alone the wild west. It may have erupted in 1786, but no one’s completely sure. (Lots of candidates for that eruption). In 1877 John Muir survived a sudden blizzard on Mt. Shasta by lying in a hot springs near the summit. Probably while sipping a pina colada. Incidentally, USGS rates Shasta as a ‘very high threat’ for a volcanic eruption, but personally, I don’t think the Lemurians would allow it.
Oh yeah, Lemurians. I don’t have any idea where the heck Lemuria was supposed to be (distinct from Atlantis) but some guys left Lemuria to live in Mt. Shasta with the Comte St. Germain, and they’ve got a city of gold called ‘Telos’ (greek: means ‘the end’) underneath it, and they help lost travelers and things like that. I don’t know how bigfoot fits in to all this (and it does), but I will point out that the city of Weed, California is within spitting distance. Incidentally so is Yreka, which is several letters off from U-reka or Eureka, the state motto, i think this has something to do with weed tho tbh.

The Lemurian-Shasta legend appears to have started in 1886 with the publication of A dweller on Two Planets, www.sacred-texts.com/atl/dtp/i… which appeared at the height of the Victorian Spiritualism craze and was an automatic-writing text done by Frederick S. Oliver at the tender age of 20. Haven’t read it, but this seems to be more Atlantis connected then Lemuria.

The next major entry into the bibliography belongs to the Rosicrucians, who are the premier purveyor of this legend (seriously, there’s a Rosicrucian pyramid temple in Santa Clara not very far from where I live. Santa Clara is Rosicrucian central, it’s a real conspiracy club that originated in 1598) The book has been in the public domain for 86 years, so here is the link: f5db1a33c5d48483c689-1033844f9… It is dedicated to Sir Francis Bacon, a fact that I find immensely entertaining for some reason. Both these authors seem to have an immense fascination with the Tibetan regions and the Himalayan Mountains, (ie. the lost city of Shangri-La) and wanted to claim some of that fascination for the glorious North American mountain ranges as well. Anyways, it was the 1930s, and everyone was into this tulpa stuff, even Uncle A. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1938%E2%…

Unlike many denizens of secret and lost cities on planet earth, Lemurians were quite friendly, known to come down into the trading posts in their long white robes and trade gold dust for stuff just like any other miner during the gold rush. There’s even a story of a pair helping out a man who’d broken the axle on his buggy. Other than that, we have the standard elements: hieroglyphics, 10 foot tall giants, faeries, pointy laser sticks, telepathy, immortality, and above all gold. You have to admit, though, this all is more rational than the plot of Dante’s Peak.

I have my own speculations about mysterious Mt. Shasta, and they don’t involve Xander. Or at least, don’t directly involve Xander.