For centuries, Mount Shasta has been called a gateway — a place where the veil between worlds thins and something ancient still watches from below. The stories began with the First Nations who warned of spirits guarding the mountain’s heart… and continued with explorers, occultists, and wanderers who claimed to glimpse glowing cities through the fog. But lately, the silence has started to fracture again. Strange lights flicker on the slopes. Military helicopters circle with transponders off. And