Published in The Mystic Triangle, 1925
Note: There were a few undecipherable words in the Selvius article due to the poor quality of the copy in our possession, and we have placed [brackets] around any text in question.
Nestled at the foot of a partially extinct volcano, protected from the hot sun of mid-day and the chilling breezes of the Pacific by the towering mountain there exists the strangest mystical village in the Western Hemisphere, without equal, perhaps, in the whole world.
The last descendants of the ancient Lemurians, the first inhabitants of this earth, find seclusion protection and peace, in this unique village of their own creation.
It seems hardly possible that there could be in America, and in California, a place, a village, a community of homes and industries, so secluded, so guarded and so difficult to locate, that in a hundred or more years only four for five strangers have passed within the sacred confines of the Armaiti, or invisible protective boundary of the village.
For fifty years or more the natives of Northern California, and tourists, explorers and government officials have contributed facts, and some fancies, to the accumulating mass of evidence proving the existence of the “mystic village” (a name used by common agreement) and supplying the most astounding facts ever attributed to human beings.
Tradition and the romantic tales of romantic California alone, will not account for the stories told by persons who witness strange sights in the vicinity of Mt. Shasta. Looking at the reports from an investigator’s point of view, the accumulating evidence is convincing. It proved to be so to the present writer, and had it not been so, the facts revealed here for the first time might have remained concealed for many more years.
When business men, tourists, state officials and “hikers” alike, wander into such nearby towns as Weed and ask questions about the strange sights they have seen near Shasta at sunset, midnight or sunrise, and when passengers on the Shasta Limited, en route to Portland and Seattle, will hurry out of their berths in the fall and winter months to ask the porters and Pullman Conductors to explain the weird sights witnessed at sunrise as the train passes Shasta, we may believe that there is something there worthy of investigation, especially when these inquirers have never heard the local stories and are passing through the territory for the first time. At least, I felt that way, and so have hundreds of serious-minded persons.
An interesting fact of the investigation is, that the closer one gets to the vicinity of Mt. Shasta, the less one will learn about the facts. Not that the persons living in the many thriving villages near Shasta know nothing, but they have a fear, based upon reasonable grounds, of revealing too much or admitting that they have ever tried to penetrate the sacred precincts. Yet, I dare say there is hardly one able-bodied man, or woman, within one hundred miles of Shasta who has not secretly and quietly delved into various methods of approach,–oftimes too successfully!
Even no less a careful investigator and scientist than Prof. Edgar Lucin Larkin, for many years director of Mt. Lowe Observatory, said in newspaper and magazine articles that he had seen, on many occasions, the great temple of this mystic village, while gazing through a long-distance telescope. He finally learned enough facts to warrant his announcement that it was the last vestige of the works of the Lemurians.
Has no one ever seen any of the inhabitants? Indeed, yes, and in some instances, under notable circumstances. At one time a very old and exceedingly venerable delegate from the community made an official journey, by foot, to the city of San Francisco. His visit was heralded by many strange methods and he was met by a Committee at the Ferry Building and ushered up Market Street to the Mayor’s office where the Key to the City was given to him in typical San Francisco style, much to the embarrassment of the simple soul who came to bring greetings on the anniversary of the establishment of their community in California. Never has San Francisco seen such a being of nobility, humility and majestic bearing in one expression.
Various members of the community, garbed, as was their official representative, in pure white, gray-haired, barefoot and very tall, have been seen on the highways and in the streets of the villages near Shasta.
Occasionally, they have purchased goods of an unusual kind in the stores, always offering in payment a bag of gold nuggets of far greater value than the articles purchased. They have no need of money and manufactures; they produce and grow within their own village all that the four or five hundred men, women and children require.
Mt. Shasta is one of the most picturesque mountains in the West. Like the sacred volcano in Japan, which it resembles to a remarkable degree, it rises high above the plains surrounding it, and its white-capped peak can be seen for hundreds of miles. At the foot of this mountain, covered with snow most of the year, are green and flower-dotted fields and farm lands basking in the golden sun of the Pacific. There are sufficient stretches of wooded land at various parts of the base of the mountain to hide small valleys or glens; and in one of these lies the strange village and its strange in habitants,–far from the beaten paths of sand or gravel, and further still from the state highways.
At midnight, throughout the whole year, a ceremony is performed in this village, called the “ceremony of adoration to Guatama”. This latter word is their name for America; and the real purpose of the ceremony is to celebrate the arrival on this continent of their forebears when the continent of Lemuria disappeared beneath the quiet waters of the Pacific. At such ceremonies wonderful lights are used to such an extent that the whole southern side of Mt. Shasta is illuminated and made visible at great distances. These same lights are used at sunrise, daily and are often seen by passengers on the Shasta Limited which passes Shasta at about sunrise in certain seasons.
The Lemurians are claimed to be the first inhabitants of the earth. Most of what has been written or told of the Lemurians is from tradition and not so dependable as the little knowledge we have of the inhabitants of the continent of Atlantis, which ages ago disappeared beneath the waters of the Atlantic.
The Oriental Literature Syndicate of San Francisco, publishers of the new and intensely interesting book of the secret doctrines of the Sacred College of Thibet, will publish soon a book containing many of the teachings and some of the rituals and practises of the Lemurians as used by their descendants today in this village at Shasta.
When the continent of Lemuria disappeared, it brought to an end a highly developed civilization that is [hard for us to comprehend from [our present point of view, for our civilization.] [If used as a] standard, would make the Lemurians seem primitive and little developed. On the other hand viewing our modern civilization from the [Lemurians’] standard, and especially from the standard maintained by the descendants of the few who [escaped] from the sinking continent and landed on American shores, we are indeed little developed [in] natural powers and personal abilities, and far behind them in true scientific knowledge and achievement.
For instance, when the recent forest fires [threatened] so many parts of California and an [uncontrollable] one surrounded the village, they caused a wall of invisible protection to rise between them and the fires, and today one can see the very definite line where the fires ceased.
They point with humble pride to the fact that their central Temple, visible to those who [succeed] in penetrating the outer forests, and made of delicately carved marble and onyx has withstood all the temblors and earthquakes of California for ages, while modern building, expressing the height of our engineering skill, are damaged to some extent.
They have been seen, as stated, on some of the roads, in daylight, only to disappear completely in a few seconds. Their ability in utilizing the elements of the earth to grow the necessities has been demonstrated in many remarkable ways, and a number of farmers or ranch men testify to the benefits they have received by the miracles these strange people have worked on the soil.
They have made many and large secret donations of gold,–always in the large distinctive nuggets,–to various state or local funds in emergencies, and even to the Japanese earthquake victims.
Many testify to having seen the strange boat, or boats, which sail the Pacific Ocean, and then rise [at] its shore [and] sail [through the air to drop again in the vicinity of Shasta. This same boat was seen several [times by the officials employed] by the cable station [located] near Vancouver, and the boat has been sighted [as] far north as the Aleutian Islands [where the recent ’round-the-world flyers landed]. It is generally believed that there is another Lemurian [settlement] in that [locality] which is regularly visited by [this boat which has neither sails nor smoke-stacks.]
[Reports there are, that the fire or red] light seen at the top of Mt. Shasta is not of a volcanic nature but [due to a celebration] at that dizzy height on [occasions] when the people [descend to the deep inside] caverns of the old volcano. In fact, there are reports from explorers that there are signs that entrance into the volcano is made [often and] by many persons.
This [reminds us] of the fact that there is a strange and mystic city in the country of Mexico which has [its] whole city inside an extinct volcano.
Much more could be said in very positive terms about the Lemurians in California, but these facts [must] be reserved for the book contemplated by the Oriental Literature Syndicate, whose agreement with the authorities responsible for
the asthentic matter the [book will contain, makes it] impossible to reveal them at this time.
Scientists have held for many years that California and its mountains contain evidences of a civilization older than any known in the world. The recent finds of monumental carvings and inscriptions buried in the soil of the Sierra Nevada mountains are further evidences of an ancient civilization of great culture.
We shall await with keen interest the coming of the book and if it is as inspiring and beautiful as “Unto Thee I Grant–,” it will be another valuable contribution to the occult literature of America.