Shasta, White Mountain, oh how you caught my eye the first time I saw you. It wasn’t the dusting of snow snuggled into your crevices in spite of the August heat, nor was it your breath-taking elevation that got my attention. Your resplendence gleamed. You seemed to glow with an internal light, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.
Many spiritual seekers today see you as the root chakra of Mother Earth. John Muir called you a religious icon. Your reach extends to the home territories of half a dozen or so indigenous groups, including the Shasta, from whom you were named. Some saw you as the center of creation. Now, pilgrims travel great distances to experience your magnificence. Many of them believe that interdimensional beings manage a vast crystal city of shining beneath your peaks.
As an animist and a person who sees the universe as a function of energy waves, I sense a soundless communication in your beauty. You shine in glory with no stress or effort. The tall trees stand guard between me and your peaks while relaying your silent message.
“Stand,” the trees tell me, not in words, but in impulses my mind translates easily. “Stand in beauty like the mountain. Simply be. Allow your natural radiance to shine. Shine for others the way Shasta shines for you. They will feel their own strength, peace, and joy just as you do now.”
And I do. I shine. May we all grow in the ability to know our silent splendor. When we absent ourselves from the dullness of ego-mind and its illusions, we reveal our birthright, the effortless beauty of being. When I stand in my true nature I glimmer and beam like the glow of a crystal mountain on a sunny day.