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Mount Shasta Called Once Again

This beautiful mountain paradise has a way of beckoning to me whenever I really need some spiritual and physical solace. It was sixteen years ago when I first laid my eyes on this magnificent mountain and the town that sprawls beneath it. Ever since then, I have been magnetically drawn to this place by some invisible force that is beyond my comprehension. All I know is that when I need the energies that this place has to offer, I am drawn here. Twice, I have been stopped here because my vehicle refused to go any further.

 Now is such a time.

It has been seven days and seven nights since our Ford Escort station wagon made its last chugging effort to climb the mountain before it stopped. We made it to within half a mile of the southern exit ramp into Mount Shasta City before the car just stopped. It was overheating and steaming and had absolutely no power or will to continue. Our car surrendered to this mountainous serene place.

 Now if only we can surrender!

Cephas and I looked at each other with those all knowing looks that said, "I can't believe this even though I knew somehow that it was going to happen!" We weren't really surprised or in a state of disbelief. Rather, it was a euphoric moment of remembering. Does that make any sense at all? I mean, we both really expected it to happen! On the ride up the mountain, a strange sense of expectancy washed over me. I heard a train sound in the distance which brought back memories of the days we rode the trains from the Dunsmuir station to Chico and Redding. At that moment, I felt that we would ride the trains again. I knew this with a distant yet calm certainty.

 But I didn't know why.
 

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