Pine Trees near Mount Shasta

Majestic, the mount that clothes the entire area with awe and reverence, great friend and protector of the city of Mount Shasta. In snowy white or brown rocks, the grandness cannot be pretended, the presence of the mount is overwhelming and greets with honor and respect visitors from all places. One gets silent when arriving there, and it takes a few days to forge the friendship with it, however then becoming everlasting.

Mount Shasta and his companion Shastina show many faces and many colors. They pour out the rainbow refractions in the sunshine of the evening, or the freshness of the morning sun.

People of the city have a natural ease, and distinct quietness that marries the stance and expression of the Mount, as if they were selected by the mount, and not the opposite.

The Mount has power, quite power of enormous amounts. It carries crystalline voices, light blue a home for etheric presence, reflecting themselves in the eyes of the people. There is a mystery around the place, unseen, untouchable. It is in the silence of the Pine Trees that it can be felt.
It is Summer 2007, or Winter 2008, and even Autumn 2009, Shasta attracting me again and again. Many times, in the silence of it all, I stared at the stars around its top, at the lights shining on its sides, at the clouds of magnificence painted over the area.

aka Komaya


May 2010