Speaker 1: Unsolved mysteries. Out of deference to people who may still
Speaker 1: be living. Character names in some of these unsolved mysteries
Speaker 1: have been changed. No tale from beyond the frontier of
Speaker 1: Mysterious Tibet or from the depths of Dark Africa is
Speaker 1: more weird than Tonight's unsolved mystery. Laid in California, a
Speaker 1: mystery which, for downright eeriness rivals the imaginative writings of
Speaker 1: an Arthur Conan Doyle. The scene is a famous war
Speaker 1: correspondence home in Hollywood, California. A group of guests, seated
Speaker 1: comfortably on the wide verandah, watched the twinkling lights of
Speaker 1: the film colony, and every so often the stabbing finger
Speaker 1: of a giant searchlight cuts the deep blue of the
Speaker 1: sky and loses itself in the unfathomable spaces beyond.
Speaker 2: A prominent motion.
Speaker 1: Picture director sweeps his arm over the scene as he
Speaker 1: turns from the veranda rail to.
Speaker 2: Face the group.
Speaker 3: Oh. I know everything swell in Hollywood, but sometimes I'd
Speaker 3: like to get away from it all, go someplace to
Speaker 3: rest where no one would ask any questions, and where
Speaker 3: I could be alone, and where no one would say
Speaker 3: yes yes instead of being asked questions and telling people
Speaker 3: what to do. I'd like to ask a few questions myself.
Speaker 3: But would you like having someone tell you what to do?
Speaker 3: You've been an important director for a long time now
Speaker 3: taking orders from someone else might not be so easy. Well,
Speaker 3: I'd like to try it. It's getting late. I guess
Speaker 3: we ought to be letting you get the bed. Bill.
Speaker 2: Oh, don't mind me. After all, I can get up
Speaker 2: when I like. I don't have to be on a
Speaker 2: lot of dawn. But we really ought to be going.
Speaker 2: Come on, Bob, I'll get your wrap right behind him.
Speaker 2: And when the others are gone down right, Oh, good.
Speaker 3: Night vin as always with us, swell at.
Speaker 2: Time, good night bell saddle. Well, why so serious?
Speaker 3: Bill?
Speaker 2: I want to talk to him? Yes, listen, O man,
Speaker 2: If you don't let up, you're going to crack. You
Speaker 2: can't go on the way you've been doing, working almost
Speaker 2: night and day, turning out super colossal. So I'm not
Speaker 2: being sarcastic. Everybody knows that you're be directed. But even
Speaker 2: genius must have a rest. Hey, yes, Bill, you're right,
Speaker 2: But I you said a few moments ago that you'd
Speaker 2: like to go somewhere where you'd do the questioning where
Speaker 2: you'd be ordered about m and I mean it.
Speaker 3: I wasn't just talking.
Speaker 2: Well, I'll tell you where to go, but you must
Speaker 2: make me a promise.
Speaker 3: Yes, I'll promise.
Speaker 2: When I've told you, you must go, and you must
Speaker 2: go with no idea of personal profit or gain, no
Speaker 2: idea of using what you may find for picture material. Else,
Speaker 2: I don't know what might happen to you, I promise.
Speaker 2: Several years ago I read a book called A Dweller
Speaker 2: on Two Planets. The man who did the physical writing
Speaker 2: claimed that one whom he called the Master, stood by
Speaker 2: his shoulder and dictated the entire book. I checked into
Speaker 2: the thing and found that the author was only a
Speaker 2: young boy at the time the work was done. He
Speaker 2: would have hardly had the necessary experience to write such
Speaker 2: a book. So I investigated further. I've read the book
Speaker 2: written by Philos, Yes well. I also saw an article
Speaker 2: printed in a prominent Metropolitan daily. The writer had gone
Speaker 2: to the slopes of Mount Shasta and had discovered there
Speaker 2: the same type of people that Philos had written of
Speaker 2: in his Dweller on Two Planets.
Speaker 3: Seems to me that I read something in the Times
Speaker 3: about strange, unaccountable lights being seen from the region of
Speaker 3: Mount Shasta, right.
Speaker 2: And so all in all, and being a newspaper man
Speaker 2: and of an inquisitive turn of nine, I went there,
Speaker 2: you did, Yes, I got a dunsmere in northern California
Speaker 2: about ten in the morning. Soon after begin making my
Speaker 2: way towards the slopes of Mount Shast, I had a
Speaker 2: strange feeling, the feeling of expectancy. There was a deep
Speaker 2: silence except for the singing of birds and the sound
Speaker 2: of a waterfall. I had been sitting on a rock. Oh,
Speaker 2: I don't know how long, when.
Speaker 4: My son, do you seek knowledge? I?
Speaker 2: What? Where are you at your side? Oh? Now I
Speaker 2: see you. What is that you said?
Speaker 3: It is of no matter. You are a newspaper man.
Speaker 2: Yes I am, But you would also seek the truth. Well,
Speaker 2: to be quite frank, I read quite a bit about
Speaker 2: the masters of Mountchaster, and I wanted to find out
Speaker 2: for myself.
Speaker 3: That was known to us. I have come here to
Speaker 3: speak with you.
Speaker 4: Yes, certain things will be disclosed to you, but you
Speaker 4: must not use these disclosures in your newspaper work for the.
Speaker 3: Benefit of mankind. You may use them, but for profit. No,
Speaker 3: it is a testament between us.
Speaker 2: Yes, I swear it.
Speaker 3: We go now to the temple, temple or temple, the
Speaker 3: Temple of enlightenment. It is before you, But.
Speaker 2: There is no temple. There was no temple. I can't
Speaker 2: believe my eyes. There it is all gleamy white.
Speaker 4: Come, my son, my son, many things cannot be explained.
Speaker 4: You would have to stay among us for many years.
Speaker 2: But at least tell me this. Who are you and
Speaker 2: where did you come from?
Speaker 3: We have been here always. That's why don't other people
Speaker 3: see Other people do see us, my son.
Speaker 4: The visitors, the vacationists to the mountain see us. But
Speaker 4: to each is disclosed only what he wishes to see.
Speaker 4: To the tourist looking for the barefoot hermit, I am
Speaker 4: the barefoot hermit. To him who looks for a man
Speaker 4: grown old among the mountains.
Speaker 3: That is what I am. To the seeker after truth,
Speaker 3: I am a guide, the servant of the mast.
Speaker 2: But that still doesn't tell me.
Speaker 3: Who you are, or um foolish one think that we
Speaker 3: are descendants of the lost tribes of Atlantis. We were
Speaker 3: before Atlantis? Was you you mean that, your centuries old,
Speaker 3: that you never die? Death, my son, is but an illusion.
Speaker 3: Your friends in Hollywood who cannot see you. To them,
Speaker 3: you might as well be dead.
Speaker 2: But they know I'm not. They know I'm away on
Speaker 2: a trip.
Speaker 3: And should you decide to forsake the world and stay
Speaker 3: with us, what then would your friends think.
Speaker 2: They'd think, well, that I'd suffer a lapse of memory
Speaker 2: or something.
Speaker 3: And should the years pass and still you did not return,
Speaker 3: they would then think you dead, But you would not be.
Speaker 3: You would be with us.
Speaker 2: I see what you mean. Things are comparative, aren't they,
Speaker 2: yesterday to day to morrow.
Speaker 3: They are one in infinity, in the great scheme of things.
Speaker 3: They are not separable. Look, if you would understand the more. Really,
Speaker 3: look in the pool, in the pool, yes, at your feet. Well,
Speaker 3: I'll be my house, and Val sitting there on the verandah.
Speaker 2: He's talking to someone, but there's no one there.
Speaker 3: He is talking to you, my son, But I'm here.
Speaker 2: But he believed that you are there. Oh, I see now, Yes,
Speaker 2: I'm there, and the friends of the other evening the
Speaker 2: night I made up my mind to come here.
Speaker 3: But a bare moon pass. If you can do that,
Speaker 3: let me see into the future. No, my son, I'm
Speaker 3: not afraid. No, I have spoken. Come.
Speaker 5: There is much to see.
Speaker 2: M It's impossible to tell you of everything I saw
Speaker 2: was told while I was there. Time meant nothing, but
Speaker 2: I had left behind me, and Hollywood meant nothing. I
Speaker 2: remember sitting thinking and then looking up to find myself
Speaker 2: seated on the same rock I'd been sitting on that day.
Speaker 2: The master first spoke to me.
Speaker 3: Oh, you were woke to find yourself seated at the
Speaker 3: same spot.
Speaker 2: Awoke?
Speaker 3: What do you mean, Well, wasn't the whole thing a
Speaker 3: dream brought on by what you had anticipated? That's what
Speaker 3: I thought, at first, an extraordinarily vivid and realistic dream.
Speaker 3: But when I returned to the hotel, if you surprisedly
Speaker 3: awaited me, yes, In the first place, I found that
Speaker 3: i'd been gone ninety days. What the hotel people told
Speaker 3: me that I'd returned to the hotel, paid my room
Speaker 3: for ninety days and told them I was going away
Speaker 3: for a time. Was that when you sent me word
Speaker 3: that you wouldn't be back in town as early as
Speaker 3: you expected.
Speaker 2: I never sent you any word.
Speaker 3: But Bill, you sent telegrams to Watkins.
Speaker 2: To Ruth, to Simpkins and me. You mean that you
Speaker 2: all received telegrams, but I didn't send them.
Speaker 3: It's impossible, man, fantastahaps.
Speaker 2: That you go to Shasta or the duns Muller and
Speaker 2: look at the Telegraph Company's files. You won't find any
Speaker 2: originals there. And here, let me show you something, but
Speaker 2: this check Look at it. It's the check the hotel
Speaker 2: people said that I gave them. It looks all right
Speaker 2: to me.
Speaker 3: Your signature, All right?
Speaker 2: Did you ever see ink as black as that? Well? No,
Speaker 2: check up to the light. Can you detect any signs
Speaker 2: of the scratch of a pen?
Speaker 3: No?
Speaker 2: I admit that a check val was never taken from
Speaker 2: my check book. I didn't write it. It's a sample
Speaker 2: of the Master's powers and materialization. But there must be
Speaker 2: some explanation. Yes, I think there is, and I'll try
Speaker 2: to give it to you.
Speaker 1: In just a moment, you will hear a solution to
Speaker 1: the Mount Shasta mystery.
Speaker 3: Ladies and gentlemen.
Speaker 1: Inasmuch as any solution must have necessity be supposition, liberties
Speaker 1: of time, place, and characters have been taken in this
Speaker 1: solution for what you've been waiting?
Speaker 3: Well, Bill, what about that explanation in the first place?
Speaker 2: Do you think it's possible to think of the impossible?
Speaker 3: Let me see if I follow you can I imagine
Speaker 3: the impossible. No, I don't believe I can. The very
Speaker 3: fact that I can think of something makes that something possible.
Speaker 2: If you believe in the power of mind over matter, well.
Speaker 3: As far as I'm concerned, mind is all powerful.
Speaker 2: Now, let's look at biology for an instant. Every so
Speaker 2: often a specimen is found that it is a definite
Speaker 2: link between some animal alive today and some other animal
Speaker 2: that's been extinct for centuries. I see your drift.
Speaker 3: You mean that these people are a link between us
Speaker 3: and some long dead people who possess powers we don't
Speaker 3: know how to use.
Speaker 2: Yes. If you read Colonel Churchward's book on You, you
Speaker 2: will find logical arguments in favor of the theory that
Speaker 2: the Lemurians migrated to the North American continent.
Speaker 3: And that some of them landed to the south and
Speaker 3: became the ancient Mayas.
Speaker 2: Right, and the ancient Mayas certainly had something that we
Speaker 2: don't possess, as did the ancient Egyptian as.
Speaker 3: We're all too inclined to think of America as a
Speaker 3: land inhabited by nothing but warlike Indians before it was settled.
Speaker 2: Only the other day, a skeleton was found near the
Speaker 2: Lobray Pitts of Los Angeles, and scientists agree that is
Speaker 2: not less than fifteen thousand years old. So isn't it
Speaker 2: possible that descendants of these ancient people still live in.
Speaker 3: Isolated parts of the country and not liking our modern civilization,
Speaker 3: they simply withdraw from it.
Speaker 2: That's it. After my experience, you can hardly blame me
Speaker 2: for believing that a strange people do live on the
Speaker 2: slopes of Mount Shaster
Speaker 3: Are