2023 Magical Journey to Mt Shasta [PT3] - Therapy Outside The Box

While PT1 and PT2 recounted my spiritual tour-guided shenanigans on day one and two, PT 3 here is about my first day out on the mountain alone. And because I have no capacity for brevity, and therefore must be witless, PT4, the final installment, will follow soon.

Keep your tin foil hat handy…

day 3: solo DESTINATION: Bunny Flats

Still reeling from the wonderous happenings of day one and two, AND joyous news that the post-mudslide closed main road up to the main areas I booked this trip to visit magically re-opened the afternoon prior, I head out bright and early.

This day I have my sites set on either Sand Flats or Bunny Flats. Bunny Flats, to my knowledge, has more woo woo-ey hot spots than Sands, but I drive up close to both and ask my Higher Guidance (Heretofore: ‘HG’) to choose and point me the way once there.

The vote from the subtle source(s) is clearly Bunny Flats. So off I go.

off to nowhere known

I begin heading up the only trail from this main trailhead, and have keep in mind two things—I’m alone. And I have no idea where I’m going. Actually, one more: This is a HUGE fucking mountain! And I’ve seen all of two people around the parking area so far.

I mean, the road up the mountain—gorgeous, lush, and picturesque as anywhere in the Pacific Northwest, goes really high up there. I could barely look right into the expansive mountainous valley for much of it. A bit of a fear of heights has set in in my older years apparently.

Having prayed and called in every one of the Illumined Ones by name, I asked them again (and again) to be with, guide me, show me where they would have me go, and for the love of God, do not let me get lost or hurt. Safe and protected above all. My wife listens to way too much true crime, and we’ve both watched our share of Missing: 411. Shits real. But I told her if I have an opportunity to be whisked away into an Arcturian Plasma Ship, or taken down into inner earth with the Telosians, I might just take it whether eventual return is promised or not. She totally believes me if that tells you anything.

Anyway as I hike my way up, and up, and up, I’m following what I think is a main trail that I quickly realize has no real markers anywhere in sight. The trail also becomes increasingly more faint, and narrow. At many points it blends into rocky, bushy terrain that makes you constantly question if you’re still on the trail, or which way the trail is actually going, vs other kinda-sorta-what-looks-like-it-could-also-be the trail, but maybe not. But maybe. You get the idea.

Several points along the way fearful parts of me pop up. Each time I pause or full on stop, and literally have my HG direct me—left? ‘‘No.’ Straight up this way? ‘No.’ Bear right, follow up that way? ‘Yes.’ I do this countless times, all the while surrendering fear, asking my fearful parts to trust me, and most importantly, trust the higher guides.

no frills Shangri-La

I finally reach an elevation and a point at which I start to intuit that wherever I’m being led to feels close. Then I notice something I hadn’t fully noticed yet.

The silence. Dead silence.

The kind, out in the woods, let alone on a gigantic mountain with no one around, that you could easily totally creep you out to the point of panic. For brief seconds here and there, it nearly did.

Rinse and repeat earlier surrender- ask, believe, receive- formula.

No sooner than I began adjusting to the deafening silence did I come upon a small natural clearing that I just knew was it. This is where I was was supposed to park it. Checked HG: Correct.

3 flights, thousands of miles, and hour drive…to be led *here*? (Hint: Looks are deceiving!)

I check HG twice to make sure this is where I’m supposed to be. No question. Again and even more pronounced, as I begin to settle in is the deafening, pin drop silence. Not a bird did I see or hear near or far for probably the first twenty minutes. Maybe a bug or two crawled by. That’s it. Otherwise, nothing. Is that normal?

I remember thinking: I’ve never (not?) heard anything this still and silent my life.

Turns out, this was intentional. Or at least, it was being utilized. You’ll know what I mean shortly.

meditation 1

I set up my mat ground cover, unfold my tiny outdoor bleacher seat (strictly for the little back support it provides) and take a few breaths. Again, at this point I notice I’m almost frustratingly distracted by the absolutely deafening silence. Unreal.

Then my head starts its infinity symbol wobbling and were off and running. My host for this sit, I could sense, but checked and was confirmed: My Gateway Guide, Saint Germain. Just like I do at home, when I sit for my personal work (meditation/opening to channel spirit communions), I ask what the lesson/nature/purpose of the sit/the work is each time. I’ve gotten pretty good at bringing that through. Here I was striking out…until I surrendered to…whatever it is it is.

Then came to me that this sit was to be an exercise in…you may have guessed it, embracing and bathing in the silence. In the “Be Still and Know That I AM,’ to be specific.

Spirit, your guides, can and will either create or utilize anything and everything available. (Just like the Adversary/False Light will).

This sit went on an unusually long time it felt like, and was far deeper, more expansive, more quietly powerful than any in recent memory. My mind was nearly completely still, open and receptive throughout, which is definitely not always the case.

If this was it for today I would been satisfied. To commune with Saint Germain like this, up on Shasta, the origin point of his presence and initial offerings back in the 1930s, and especially after the Closer to Home transmission received from him yesterday @ McCloud Falls. But there was more to come. After this sit concluded, I wandered around a bit, marveled at the views up there, and took a few pics, then felt called to return to the chair.

meditation 2

For this sit my host was a ‘light being.’ Interdimensional in nature. That’s all I could gather. The nature/purpose was about coming online with clairaudience, or a clear hearing faculty.

This has been on the docket for a while as several different guides in my sits over the weeks leading up to the trip came in with the same task. What all they’re doing—installing spiritual hardware, tweaking my neurology, psychological prep, downloading an instruction manual, no idea. When it will fire up, when and how it will be available- just for channeling, other times, all the time, no clue. To date I remain, technically, a clairsentient/claircognizant. But since the voice channeling kicked in (officially, and unexpectedly on Mothers Days this past year), in a kind of conscious, intuitive, mental mediumship type way, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t requested, if it be the will, to be able to audibly hear the voice/vibrations/frequency of the guides transmit through me. Time will tell.

Otherwise this light being-guided sit was pleasant, but unremarkable. I take none of it for granted. Just no big bells and whistles in this one.

meditation 3

For this last sit on the mountain today, my guide was Lady Master Nada. Like the others, she’s come through many times for me over the last years of my unfolding initiation process. LMN is considered to be a beautiful Ascended Master, written about in the first two Saint Germain-related books (Unveiled Mysteries, The Magic Presence). Nada—meaning nothing—refers to her great humility. She’s said to be the twin flame (Divine Feminine counterpart) of Jesus/Yeshua, which also makes her essentially synonymous, soul wise, with Mary of Magdala.

The nature and purpose of this sit I get is, again, the clairaudience. This one started off in the normal way. Steady, relaxed infinity symbol shaped head movement. Before long I noticed when my head would angle left, it would stop, ear over shoulder for longer than normal. It seemed like my guide was working out the tight spots in my neck, which often occurs, presumably to help me stay loose and pain free due to all the head movement that for whatever reason is how this all psycho-energetically works through me.

Then, once there was an extra physical release in my neck, my head would began rotating around backwards in full rotation, clockwise, gently, seemingly until it was clear that this could occur without discomfort. This hasn’t happened in years, since the very beginning when this energy came upon me, and the head movement were sometimes wild, fast, and severe. Next thing I know, my head is rotating around in circles clockwise with increasingly intensity and intensity and velocity…then slowing down…then counterclockwise. Repeat. And the visceral energy begins ramping up until my entire body is buzzing—somewhat comparable to the first activation via the Lyran energy on day one @ Lake Siskiyou, which you may have read about in PT1. And like that, I believe this was am activation of some kind.

As this goes on, I suddenly feel compelled to raise my right hand. The hand holding my palm-sized, Violet Flame-charged amethyst crystal above me up to the sun. I just knew I must without knowing why. No sooner than I do this does my entire right arm begin rotating with increasing intensity—clockwise (in opposition to my head)—then counterclockwise, after my head starts rotating clockwise! What the…?! All I can tell you is I know I wasn’t voluntarily, consciously doing this. I’m that guy that can’t easily rub my belly while tapping my head, so no way!

And like in the Siskiyou Lake heart-blasting open energy infusion, I then became filled with an exuberant joy and start audibly laughing out loud at the zaniness. And I swear, once I started laughing I had the distinct sense that LMN was laughing right along with me. What crazy bliss! No Molly required :>

If someone had happened upon me (which two guys did after it calmed down), they might of thought I was having a seizure in the midst of a psychiatric crackup. Then again, this is Mt Shasta. Not the first non-ordinary event to take place out here, and won’t be the last.

As this wound down, as my propeller head and spinning right arm head came to a stop, I just sat taking it all in. I then thought about what the location had to do with the difference, the quality of these sits, as compared to at home. I asked LMN whose energy was clearly still present, about this location. Why this spot? Significance? A portal or vortex? The response was unequivocally: Yes.

I ask, wait, then perceive the word Venusian in my minds eye. I check for accuracy. It’s confirmed, this spot is some kind of Venusian Portal. I then inquire about about the light being that came in for the prior sit. Unsurprisingly, a Venusian Light Being that was.

Marveling at all this for a while during a bit of shavasana on my back, it became clear that this was it for today’s supernatural shenanigans on the mountain. I went back to *town to browse and regroup.

And now I know why, despite my original vision for this trip, I was meant to go out alone to the Flats. That’s probably part of why it didn’t work out with my original guide. And perhaps why the mountain road didn’t re-open until my guided stuff on day one and two was complete.

Mysterious ways, always. (Something my last day out there only served to underscore).

Later, on the way back to my hotel, had the distinct feeling I was being nudged to sit again. So I did. My host was Saint Germain again. Believe it or not, these sits tend to energize, rather than deplete. So I was game. In this sit I was psychically immersed in brilliant violet colors in my mind right out of the gate. And the nature/purpose of this one was, apparently, to energetically upload me with Violet Transmuting Flame energy.

I’ll take it. What a day.

In an effort to keep these as bite size as possible, I’ll save the events of the next day, my last, for a PT4.

In the meantime,

Peace, Venusian Light, Deafening Silence and Stillness, and Supernatural Seizures…

I AM,

Chris Hancock, LCSW, ACMHP

Franklin, TN

www.therapyoutsidethebox.com / @therapyoutsidethebox

chris@therapyoutsidethebox.com

615.430.2778

*P.S….found this is in the local gift shop…