Mount Shasta Part 2
“I have to hurry!” a teenage girl said.
“Why?” I asked.
“They take my life again and again. They make me repeat my death. He comes to watch you.”
“Us or you?”
“Yes, me and you.”
“They make me run and then chase after me. I don’t want to continue…I’m ready to go home.”
And just as quickly as she appeared, she left.
We looked around and didn’t see anyone else around to speak with or help. Moving on to a different road, we walked around keeping our eyes open to potential children or teens.
The late afternoon sun indicated to us it was time to start thinking of heading to the hotel. The air was getting more chilly and we were not seeing anymore kids on our walk on different roads.
“Wait, I think something is there,” Tina and Andrea pointed out.
“Yes, there’s a teen boy on that hill. We can’t get up there, but we can still hear him. There’s a female to the right of him.”
“They lie! Everyone lies, don’t believe what they say!” the teen boy said.
“Who?” I asked.
“Your friends, don’t believe what they say.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Everyone lies! They told me I could go home and I didn’t!”
“He’s very angry,” I said.
“They told me I could go home, but they never let me and they never will. They tell me I always have to go back. I tried to leave but then they come get me. It’s like they tie me with a rope that yanks me back.”
He showed me his head was drilled into. He could feel it…he was awake. They did something to sedate him and then doing… (details in Silent Whispers)
“They killed him after they had what they wanted, but he hurt another girl in his rage, which was set up,” I said to Tina and Andrea.
“The girl to the right is not the girl he hurt,” I added.
“I want to go home. A woman brought me here,” the girl said.
“I don’t believe anything anyone says!” the teen boy said.
“I want to go home. Tell me it’s ok. I want my grandmother,” the girl said.
We worked with the two kids as long as we could. Andrea began connecting with the teen boy as we listened to the girl near him.
We began to leave as we felt they could move on if they wanted. I knew the boy would only move forward if he wanted to at this point. I wasn’t sure if he trusted the light to move into it, but we encouraged him.
That night, we were assisted by higher consciousness beings who offered us guidance and support.
The next day, we located more children and heard their stories and helped them cross over. I noticed more and more men who were projecting their mental bodies to the areas were were connecting with kids. These were men who were trying to interfere with the kids receiving help. I told them to leave, but they kept following us.
On one of our walks we met a nice man who was sitting with his art work, feathers, and his dog. We had a chat with him about his experiences while camping at Mount Shasta.
Later as we moved on, again, many times I would see energy and then it would disappear. I concluded it was children who were either immediately taken away or who held so much fear, they ran away. Either way they were being controlled like the others.
(Details of the other children’s stories in Silent Whispers)
Our final night in Mount Shasta, we had a visitor in the hotel room.
“Tami, do you see someone there?”
Tina was pointing to the wall with a window that I hadn’t been looking at.
“Yes, I do. It’s a man…”
“You don’t understand what you’re doing. You need to stop!” he said.
“You three think you know what you’re doing, but you don’t. You’re screwing with a formula, a quota. More will be taken. The more you help leave, the more will be taken in their place. You will be interfered with.”
He left the room.
“What the hell?” I said to Tina and Andrea.
“Do you think he means it?” Andrea asked.
“I think he thinks he means it. He wasn’t dead. He was alive. The others have never spoke to us before. He made an effort to follow us to our hotel room?”
We came to learn, like the other men, he was a fully alive male who was projecting his mental body.
Was he threatening us?
I don’t know if it was a threat, but more men followed us home after leaving Mount Shasta. Specifically a man in a black suit and white shirt.
More in Silent Whispers.