From: John_-_Winston@cup.portal.com
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Subject: Re: UFOs and Newage
Date: Thu, 20 Aug 92 17:12:38 PDT
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     One year when Nola and her husband were getting some people
     ready to go into the mountain a certain lady was trying to 
     make it in also.  She had worn a very pretty white silk dress
     into this area against the advice of all of the other people.
     She wouldn't listen though.  Mr. Van Valer was a healer in no
     uncertain terms and he made plenty fo money from this ability.
     When he healed he always used a certain large bowl and some water.
     This lady was running around the camp with her dainty dress and 
     high heeled shoes on when she saw a person cutting wood with 
     an ax.  She then said that she'd like to cut some wood so 
     they let her have it.  She hadn't choped very long when she 
     missed the wood and chopped her foot.  It really opened her 
     foot up.  She was screeming with great vigor so they brought her
     to Mr. Van Valer.  He put her foot in the bowl of water and 
     dried it off.  It was completely healed.  This so shocked 
     her that she left the mountain and never came back.
             Another story she told was that on one occassion a group
     had come to the mountain to gain entrance and had not fol-
     lowed the instructioins on how to prepare themselves properly
     (I believe they didn't guit smoking while they were in the area)
     and they didn't make it into the mountain. They got all the 
     way up to the door but the door would not open.  One of the
     men that hadn't guit smoking was so mad that he kicked the 
     door with his foot and used a little bit of language that
     one does not learn in sunday school.
             On the way up to the door the people must walk through
     an area that has very large pine trees that are so thick that
     it is nearly dark at the ground level even when the sun is 
     out.  To get through this area the men of the montain sug-
     gest that the hikers tie toilet paper to the branches of 
     the trees so they can find their way out.  They do this 
     all the way up to where the tree line is (above which 
     the teees can't grow because it's too cold).  One group 
     decided that it wasn't important that they should do this
     and sure enough they got lost in the thickest part of the 
     forest.  The big strong men really got scared and were  
     singing the blues when Nola told them all to hush up and she 
     was going to pray.  She prayed,  "Lord just send us a sign
     to show us how to get out of here". In a short while a 
     small bird flew near them for a minute then started to fly
     away a little at a time.  They followed the bird and got out
     OK by going in the right direction.
             On another time with another group the hikers were directed
     by the men of the mountain to go to a certain place on the 
     mountain to pick out a rock that contained some gold.  Each
     person was  allowed one rock.  Nola got a fairly big one and it
     brought about l50 dollars when they had it sold for the gold
     in it.  Nola's husband got one a little smaller than her's 
     but he got about 230 dollars for it.  They were told not to try 
     to come back to that area again but one of the men later
     tried to go back into the area on his own.  He came in con-
     tact with some type of being that scared him so bad that he
     never came near the mountain again (it was a very large being).
             On one of Nola's trips inside the mountain she was 
     shown gigantic bends of corn.  These bends were lined up for 
     a great distance.  In other stories it was said that there 
     are large amounts of pure gold inside the mountain, enough gold
     to pay off the national debt several times over.  They are even
     said to have a device that can make gold out of dirt but let's
     get back to the story of Nola and her corn.  Nola was 
     given some corn and it looked like Indian corn (it had many
     colors).  She planted some of this corn and it grew and pro-
     duced corn but when she replanted this seed that she had grown
     it wouldn't grow.
             So those were some of the stories that Nola told me while
     I was waiting around at Widow Springs.  It was getting late
     and I told Nola that I might as well walk over to the three
     stump area and try  to send a telepathic message to the men of 
     the mountain to say goodbye to them.  I got over to that area,
     which is about 200 yards form Widow Springs and it has a 
     clear view of the entire mountain that will just take your 
     breath away.  After doing what I had come there to do I
     walked back to Nola.  She asked me if I had seen that being
     that was walking along with me when I was going up the 
     road to the three trees.  I said  "Oh no I sure didn't, you
     should have told me about it".  She then told me that it was 
     no problem because he is beside you right now.  I then looked
     beside myself but couldn't see anything because it was a being
     in the astral but I believe I could perceive him like you can
     sometimes tell when someone is looking at you when you can't
     see them behind you.  Nola proceeded to talk with the being and 
     explained him to me.  The being was male that weighed in the 
     hundreds of pounds, in other words more than 200 lbs., maybe
     220 llbs.  The being's name was Jahieba and he was my first
     temple master.  He was the being assigned to me from that time
     on to give me guidance in certain areas.  He had on a white robe
     with a turban type headdress that had a sort of golden ornament 
     on the side. Most of these beings are very beautiful.
     Next Nola introduced me to my guardian angel and up to that
     time I didn't known much about any such things.  Guardian angels
     are beings who have not taken on a physical body before and 
     they are neither male nor female. My guardian angel's name 
     is Lorna which really sounds like a female but really isn't.
     After getting these beings to work with me my life really
     changed and all sorts of miracles started happening to me.
             About this time Nola saw that I was going to have to leave
     so she told me to shut up.  She would read my mind and see 
     what questains I had in my mind.  She would state the question
     and them give me the answer.  I believe the first question
     had to do with me wondering if I could take some young boys
     with me and go into the mountain, get some gold, sell it and 
     use this money to finance the groups of light in the world.
     Nola then answered the question.  My second question that she
     read my mind about was why was my sister born deformed and she
     answered that.  Nola also told me when I first got started
     in my incarnations here on Earth.
             After Nola got through with me she turned to the young man
     with me and read his mind.  She said, "You are wondering why
     you haven't been given a guardian angel and let me tell you that
     you have been." Then she proceeded to tell him all he needed 
     to know.        
             That young man and I proceeded to go back to our area that
     we came from and I never saw him again that I can remember.  
     After getting back to the Bay Area then my training really 
     started.  My teacher would give me books about ESP, UFOs and I 
     would study the temple teachings from Mt. Shasta.  At one 
     time I was studying so hard that I nearly went into mental 
     burnout (when your mind snaps due to over work).  This happens to 
     a few people in college and it kills them. My teacher could
     see this in my face and countenence and had me stop all studying
     for a while until I had a chance to get better.  I finally got 
     OK after about 2 weeks.  From that time forward he taught me
     constantly for the next two years and I was still in contact with
     him until he died in a car accident about three years ago.
                                     Chapter 2
                   The Screaming Voices of Mt. Shasta.
      
     In l968 it was my good pleasure to meet a very interesting
     man.  He showed up one day at a sunday morning church service. 
     He wasn't a member of the same type church that I was but 
     did come to our services that morning and when we asked him
     how he decided to come to our church service he just told
     us that the Lord directed him and his wife out that way and 
     there they were.  This sort of shocked some of the people
     attending the church because they didn't believe that Jesus 
     or God did any direct acting in people's lives in these times
     that we are living in.  After talking with Pete (that was his 
     name) for quite a while I found that Pete had a lot of exper-
     iences when working with the Pentecostal type of churches.  One
     thing that particularly interested me was the time that he took
     his boy to a preacher that could heal teeth.  The preacher 
     would preach for a while then ask for any one to come up that
     wanted to be healed.  When his boy went up he told the preacher 
     that he had a cavity in a tooth that was hurting him.  They then
     examined the tooth and let the people see the whole in the tooth.
     The preacher would then pray over the boy a few words while put-
     ing his hand on the boys head and the other hand on the back
     of the boys neck.  The boy then opened his mouth and a shining
     filling was in the same place that there was once a cavity.  This 
     wasn't considered to be such a big thing because the preacher
     was able to do this guite often.  It was not unusual for people
     to line up half way around the block to be healed by this person.
          Pete and I became good friends and I attempled to tell him 
     all I knew about Mt. Shasta.  We decided to take a trip together
     up to the Mt. Shasta area and a short time later we were on our
     way to Mt. Shasta for a weekend trip.  On our way towards Widow
     Springs we saw two large timber wolves.  These were the long
     legged thick bodied type.  They were jogging across the road
     just in front of us and kept on going.  At the time Pete and I
     had our familites with us and I had one of my boys along that 
     was about 4 years old that would have made a nice tender meal
     for one of those wolves.  We went to Widow Springs and just comp-
     ed out with our bedding laid on the pine cones and etc.  It was 
     a good thing that the wolves didn't come back becouse we didn't 
     have any guns with us.
             The next day we got up and dicided to see how close we 
     could get to the top of the mountain by just driving in our car.
     Up the hill we went just like we knew where we were going.  We 
     had hoped we would find a jeep trail that went up the hill
     on the right hand side of Mud Creek rigtht up the side
     of the mountain.  Now remember McCloud, Calif. is about 20 miles
     SE o the town of Mt. Shasta and Widow Springs is 7 miles NE
     of McCloud.  This jeep trail starts about 5 miles NNW of Widow
     Springs in the direction of the mountain.  After driving around
     a while we finally came to a road that was super rough and steep.
     It turned out to be the proper jeep trail.  It was so steep that
     my Rambler station wagon would just slide back down the hill,
     so we decided to get out and walk.  As we went up the hill I
     would pull on one of the others to get them up the steep road. 
     After a while we got to a place where we could get a good view
     of the top of the mountain as some of the group decided to stay 
     there and just watch the rest of us go up a little ways further.
     While we were there my 10 year old boy said "Did you hear that?"
     I asked him what he was talking about and he said that he 
     thought he heard someone talking. I then told him that we
     were getting close to where the men of the mountain were and
     that he might be picking them up.
             Now we started out again leaving the larger part of our
     group at that spot.  There were 4 of us now and one of them was 
     Pete.  He was hobbling along on some pretty bad legs but
     we waited on him until we walked about another 3 miles up the 
     hill.  When we got up to a point where pine trees could live
     no longer (the tree line) Pete decided that he would sit down 
     where he could see us good and let us go as far as we wanted
     to go.  Now there were 3 of us left, myself, my 12 year old
     son and my 11 year old nephew.  After getting about one half mile
     further up the hill we got to a place called The Cedars because
     it consists of a small group of trees that look like cedars.
     These trees are very old and are about 15 feet tall.  They have
     been wind swept for many many years. It was some where 
     around this point that my boy nearly junped off the ground
     with excitement.  He then yelled "Did you hear that?"  I 
     then told him that I didn't hear anything (although we were
     less than 10 feet apart).  The other young man did't hear 
     it either.  I then tried to find out where the scream was 
     coming from because it seemed to be very close and just like
     someone screaming.  I then tried to explain as best I could
     that we were in a place where spiritual beings were and that
     they were not to be afraid of them.  If things got too bad then
     we woud turn back.
             In about 15 minutes we got to a beautiful area that had 
     a stream coming out of the hill.  There was lush grass growing
     beside the water.  As we sat down we could rest while over-
     looking the McCloud, area.  The water was clear, clean
     and very good to drink.  We then started up the hill and were
     at about the 10,000 ft. level.  My nephew then nearly crawled 
     up my back with fear.  He had evidently heard something.
     He said that it was a voice that screamed, "Hey You".  After
     calming him down a little we continued on up the mountain
     and got to the shale area.  This is an area of small rock
     about 3 or 4 inches big made of pumice stones.  The climb 
     is pretty steep here and with the small rocks a person takes
     a normal step, then slides back about 3\4 of that distance.
     A person really spins his wheels, but it can be climbed, it 
     just takes patience.  We then went over to the side of a large
     canyon that Mud Creek and been going down and carefully looked
     over the side.  This was a real death trap becouse it was
     a very steep drop for about one quarter of a mile to the bottom
     of the canyon.  If you would fall over the side of the canyon
     you would slide very fast to the bottom and more than likely a 
     bunch of rocks would landslide on top of you. About this time
     we heard rocks going down the hill in the canyon.  It was getting 
     pretty late so we decided to turn back.  Going down the hill is
     a real breeze.  After a while it gets pretty rough because you
     wear out your braking muscles.  The muscles in the back
     of the knees would not be accustomed to all that going
     down hill and after about 3 miles you become very shaky.
     You have to take it easy for a while.  There are a few ice
     fields (somethines called small glaciers) that you have to 
     cross to make it up there.  I was a little afraid when 
     we started up that we might loose our footing and slide
     down these ice fields.  Their were also places where small
     rivers would be going underneath the ice fields.  On the 
     way back the boys got to where they were running and 
     sliding down these ice fields.  You could see the water
     going under the ice field and it was hard to determine
     exactly how thick the ice was with the water running under
     it.  The stream going down the montain sometimes is above 
     the ground and after going down the hill for a while it
     will come on top of the ground again.  There is a spring
     that starts a Widow Springs and after that time it runs
     along as a narrow stream right through the area of Widow
     Springs.  On some very wet years the spring doesn't just 
     start there but continues all the way from the montain
     as a small stream.  Widow Springs is within about 300 yards
     of the Tree Trees Area.  This is the area that is NNW of 
     Widow Springs where the three large pine trees were grow-
     ing when Nola Van Valer met the men of the mountain and 
     was taught by them back in the 1930's.  There is also a 
     company that is selling this area for` homes and has 
     subdivided the area.  It is possible to go through this
     area and make it on up the mountain to the jeep trail.
     Once I went to this area when they were running around
     with their guns trying to keep people out and I planted
     a  pine tree beside each one of the pine trees that had been
     cut down.  Here's hoping that they live and replace the 
     ones that were cut down.
             Nola says that there was once a Head Forest Ranger
     that worked out of Mt. Shasta who climbed the montain,
     found the door entrance to the temple and established 
     exactly it's position and elevation.  This man's first
     name was John but I never found out his last name. This
     was back during about the 1930 or 1940s but I never was
     able to prove this one way or the other.
             Another story about Mt. Shassta that I've not been able
     to prove is about Shastina.  Mt. Shasta has two peaks.
     The smaller of the two peaks is called Shastina.  It is 
     an extinct volcano with an inner cone and opening at the 
     top.  The story about this started when I was teaching some
     students.  One of the students had found another teacher
     that he believed had the ability to read a person's mind
     and he wanted to conduct some simple tests on both of us
     at the same time to see if we both could really do this.
     We all got together and the other teacher was very humble 
     about his gift of being able to tell what a person
     was thinking and seemed to only be able to do it at certain
     times when he was relaxed.  He didn't know wheather or 
     not he could do it under tests like we were going to 
     conduct or not.  We sat around a table and he asked that we
     think of what he was thinking.  The other men gave his 
     opinion of what he was thinking and was wrong.  I then said
     that it was a tea cup sort of a coffee cup actually the 
     coffee cup handle that he was thinking of.  Also I picked up
     that a person was thinking of a car that he was going to wash
     and fix up that weekend.  The young student said that it was
     correct that he was thinking of the coffee cup on the table
     before us but he didn't know where I picked up the information
     about the car.  In a couple of days this satudent came up to me 
     again all excited to tell me that there was another student
     in the same room that was doing some cleaning of venetian
     blinds while we were doing the experiment.  He had come to 
     the other student after the experiment and had confessed that
     while he was cleaning the venetian blinds he was thinking about
     the car that he had recently bought.  He was thinking about 
     washing his car and cleaning it up that weekend while we were
     doing the experiment.
             After doing all this the student that was doing this ex-
     periment confided in me the following story;  Back in about
     l955 when I was 10 years old (I'm now 18 years old and it 
     is 1967) I got to take a trip with my uncle who is a forest
     ranger up in the Mt. Shasta area.  He was going to let me
     go on a trip with him by horseback into the crater of Shas-
     tina to inspect fire trails.  The crater inside of Shastina is 
     so big that a person can ride a horse up the trail over the 
     rim and then down the trail to the bottom of the the crater.