Emilie A. Frank

Another woo-woo book, although this one is kinder, gentler woo. Mt. Shasta is, in fact, pretty impressive, being an isolated peak in the middle of a wide valley. It is no wonder that is attracts Yaktavians, Lemurians, Atlanteans, space aliens, and domestic mystics. Author Emilie Frank is playing her cards close to her chest as to whether or not she takes this seriously, merely reporting. (She does not, for example, call attention to the fact that the miles of gold-lined tunnels beneath Mt. Shasta cannot be inhabited by both Atlanteans and Lemurians, since, as everybody knows, Atlanteans and Lemurians hate each other as much as pirates and ninjas).


Ms. Frank has no interviews with Lemurians or Atlanteans – despite the fact that they routinely show up in various northern California shops wearing long white robes (they’re seven feet tall, except when they’re dwarves), pay for their purchases with lumps of solid gold, and regard bystanders benignly with their third eyes. She does, however, have transcriptions of meetings with a number of Ascended Masters, including the lady who had an angel appear on her television set (well, what better place for a modern altar than a TV set?) and Elizabeth Clare Prophet, who channeled Ra Mu, St. Germaine, Jesus the Christ, Godfre Ray King, Kuthumi Lai Singh, Cyclopea, Pallas Athena, Surya and Cuzco, The Master of the Mountain, The Old Man of the Hills, and “others”. (Ms. Frank was not allowed to tape record the channelings, but was sent transcripts later). One of the interviewees, Abraham Joseph Mansfield, had been elected Chief of the Gods of the Lemurians (via séance, a method which would certainly be simpler than the way the US conducts elections) and was therefore custodian of one sixth of the Treasure of Queen Etruceana. A picture of the treasure is included in the book; it consists of a number of bracelets and necklaces plus a utensil set with a fork, a spoon, and a cake server. The jewelry and utensils are made of “oceanic chloride of gold” which is much lighter than most precious metals because “the atoms are hollow inside”).


Ms. Frank was also able to trace weirdness at Mt. Shasta well back into the 19th century, which rather surprised me; I had assumed that most of the woowoo was modern. I wonder what it is about mountains that does this to people? My personal experience of the numinous suggests that if you really want a sense of awe and wonder, visit not the mountains but the prairie of north central Nebraska, where you can get enough sky to satisfy your lust for the unbounded for a long time. However, for the first few years after I moved to Colorado I did make weekend hikes in the mountains (Although the process of dragging my flaccid and oxygen–starved body around was more correctly described as “staggering through nature” than “hiking”). One day in 1987 as I approached the cirque that’s the source of Arapahoe Glacier I discovered a cluster of white-robed figures who turned out not to be Lemurians, but Boulderites awaiting the Harmonic Convergence. (I had totally forgotten it was the Harmonic Convergence; I must have spaced it out). They invited me to join in their vigil; I declined. According to Ms. Frank, Elizabeth Clare Prophet was simultaneously busy channeling on Mt. Shasta and urging her followers to prepare for the nuclear Apocalypse.


Basically harmless, although it might inspire somebody to shuck their worldly possessions and head to California to find the lost tunnels of the Lemurians. But if this is all it takes they are probably wobbling at the edge anyway.… (altro)