Saturday, April 11, 2015

Finding Osho in Mount Shasta

The summit was so close and yet we had walked hours and it seemed as far as it was hours ago. The mystical stories that had surrounded the Shasta Mountain were majestically looking at us as we took one step at a time in the dusty and rugged mountain. We had no trails to walk on for the last 2 hours after we left the Horse Camp. Looking down and back at the road we took, we could see many smaller trails that came to a point where there were no trails. This reminded me of my Master telling us, there are many roads to the summit and sometimes they may seem going away from each other but from the top you see them merging and the art is to walk in one trail with constant awareness of the mountain top than to choose each different trail and exhausting our time and energy than reaching the summit. I have seen many friends, seekers, genuine seekers of truth, who have wandered in different paths, wasted so much of their life, collected small experiences on each path but remained very far from the ultimate experience of the summit...
...the day was harsh, a hot sunny day, dry as a bone, with no sign of moisture. The Horse Camp creek, the sole source of water up on this side of the mountain, dried out this year, and still in that dryness we could see some birds chirping in between small green bush between the rocks.... with no trails we were on our own, our only guide was the mountain herself...

That evening after we were back from the ascent, we were all sore, a beautiful sense of ache in all the muscles. Our dog, Munchkin, had her paws all red from walking over the heated rocks...small cute dog with braveness to ascend Mt. Shasta, reminded me of the epic Mahabharata which says when the ultimate time arrived, the five Pandava brothers started to climb the Mount Meru to reach the heaven in their physical bodies. It was so that only the purest of heart would reach, and legend has it that all the other four brothers died on the way but Yudhisthira - the eldest brother and a dog reached the mountain peak and through the doors of heaven...

It was mid-September in Santa Rosa, and our mornings and evenings were already getting colder. This month I had a long break in between my workdays, two weeklong days off in a month and one of those weeks we decided to explore the mysteries of the magical Mount Shasta. After calling many lodges and hotels in Mount Shasta, we found this was a peak season and every little cottage was booked until October. Then birdie found a place in San Francisco that offers a campervan, a smaller brother of an RV van, which is modified inside to have a bed, a storage space and a sink with tap and affordable at a price of $ 80-90 per day. This was all we needed to set forth to the wilderness of Mt. Shasta. Since we left San Francisco at around 2 and stopped by at home to load our pillows and food and supplies for the next one week, it was already 5 and we debated if it would make sense to reach late night. But then we said yes to the adventure and headed forth for an adventure. The highway Interstste-5 was a beautiful drive up North. In no time we found ourselves in Shasta Lake. We parked at a random campground that night and early next morning drove to Shasta. When we reached Bunny
Flat, a free undeveloped campground, we thought we were in the 1960s again. There were guys and girls in dry and dusty dreadlocks that looked like they were unwashed for months. Our arrival was the time for a Shaman circle ceremony in one of the groups. There were tents, may be 10-12 scattered over the small spaces in between the pine trees. There was no electricity or water, the place was extremely dry, not even a lake or a creek. But despite the lack of any comfort, the people there seemed to seek joy, to seek freedom, and to try to be one with the nature around them. We collected woods during the day and in the evenings we made fire...this reminded me of the days human beings lived in caves, and reminded me of Pilot Baba and his mystical journeys in the Himalayan caves, when he made fire and had talks with Mahaavatar Babaji and other enlightened masters. Our campfire was a small one, our visitors were only little chipmunks. But it was a very beautiful experience to relive the memories of past lives, in forest with fire, with tribes, with people who wanted to unite with the One, trying in their own ways.

After spending 2 nights at the foothills of Mt. Shasta we left for the rivers and waterfalls around Shasta. We arrived at Mcloud falls and rested at a paid campground at Fowlers camp. The next 2-3 days we stayed there and went around different waterfalls. The campground was with facilities: tap water, toilet, garbage bins and a pre-made pit for grill and fire. A completely different culture pervaded here. I could see fancy tents, huge RVs, people wearing baseball hats, expensive shoes, coming out with their fishing hooks, beer cans on the way to the waterfall, and most interesting was the fact that we were the only ones diving into the waters...99.99% of the people were there either to make fire, grill meat and drink and have fun or to fish or to take pictures of the waterfall. It was a sharp contrast to the people who wanted to merge with the earth and nature. Here I found people who wanted to take the most out of nature, to squeeze the juice out of life, a rape kind of attitude towards nature contrasting to the love attitude that pervaded at the foothills of Mt. Shasta. Again I was reminded of the movie ‘ Avatar’, it was staring at my face, and I always knew it was not a fairy tale story but a real everyday happening that was depicted in the movie, many of them who saw it as a fantasy movie or a high budget blowout just missed the point, similar to how the whole country had missed an enlightened mystic Osho who came here 33 years ago knocking at our doors to tell this, and was stoned, chained and then poisoned like Socrates was poisoned many centuries ago.

But the waterfalls were beautiful and the cold water was therapeutic to the soul. We spent most of our leisurely times listening to Osho’s discourses on Patanjali Yoga sutras...this has been in many ways a learning experience for both of us, a deeper exploration into the nature and ourselves, a loving encounter with Mount Shasta and the wilderness surrounding it. We did not meet any extraterrestrial beings there and neither the Lemurians come to talk with us as they have been saying in the many folklore stories about Shasta, but the silence and the stillness around the foothills was a mystery in itself, a deep sensitivity is needed to see the trees and the silence around them, to see the moon light between the trees, to see the setting sun and its rays permeating through the space, to see the mountain and its majesty...the air was thin, and it became thinner and thinner as we rose higher and higher up towards the summit, one step at a time, one breath at a time pushing me to look inside the mystery within...this was the real mystery of Mt. Shasta, this is where I found Osho in Mt. Shasta


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