From: John_-_Winston@cup.portal.com
Newsgroups: talk.religion.newage,alt.alien.visitors
Subject: Re: UFOs and Newage
Date: Sun,  8 Nov 92 06:52:54 PST
Organization: The Portal System (TM)
Distribution: world

Subject: The Lone Pine Pyramid. Part 2.
  When I first heard about the so called Pyramid at Lone Pine, Calif. I was 
told by Nola Van Valer (the person who used to take people inside of Mt. 
Shasta) to contact a person in the town of Mt. Shasta by the name of Stella 
Marlatt. Stella was said to have gone to the pyramid (it's actually a flat 
topped store house similar to the Pentagon in Washington, D. C.) and stood 
on the ground on top of the pyramid. When she did this she could feel the 
energy still coming out of the building. This energy was so strong that she 
nearly levitated off the ground. Stella referred me to a lady in Lone Pine, 
Calif. by the name of Ruby O. Curtis.
  Here is part of the information that she sent me by letter; I copied off the 
poem and am sending it as you asked. It does not rhyme, and is more on the 
Longfellow type of poem.   It was also given by inspiration, and as far as 
that goes, Longfellow himself was a mystic, and it often peeped thru his 
works.  But as far as the pebble (I asked for a small rock from the pyramid 
area) I fear it would work thru the envelope, so I will ask you to wait 
until the mails are less congested, and I will send you a few in a package. 
  Here is her poem; 
Till the Master's proclamation-
"Here we build the promised storehouse
From the rocks that lie around us (near Lone Pine, Calif)
Let the people live together,
Work, and play and worship also 
'Till the Plan comes into being
'Tll the Monument is finished,
With our treasures in It's bosom, 
Guarding them 'till times are Golden."

So we labored with Trikinia
High Priest He, By His direction
Slowly rose the stately building, 
Foursquare formed, a cross enfolded, 
Sending forth It's rays beyond it. 
'Twas a thing of gorgeous beauty
When at last it was accomplished.  

Rights of dedication finished, 
At the closing of the doorway
Spoke to us the Great Designer;
"Now I make to you this promise, 
When our Homeland meets destruction
And this Work 'neath rocks is buried,
Another age will live it's lifetime, 
Giving place to yet another (Atlantean age followed the 
                             present one).
When the second nears it's deathbed
Ill and dying from man's folly
Again will come into your knowledge
Of this Storehouse you have builded. 
It matters not where you have wandered,
My Call will bring you all together
At the time of Great Unveiling. 
Earth shall shake aside the blanket
That has covered this for ages;
From her ocean grave, Lemuria
Comes again to greet the sunshine.
Then this Work in mighty splendor 
Yields the history of our lifetime, 
Brings to light things long forgotten.
So, dear friend, we are returning
To this place of former meeting, 
To this Temple deeply buried. 
Now we know this Work's location, 
Given us by revelation. 
One by one we learn It's presence;
Those afar now feel a drawing
Sensing yet the mightly Blessing
Given us in long past ages 
At the time of dedication.
Stand we now within the dawning,
Waiting for the Great Fulfillment.
End Part 2.
John Winston                             
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