That these Lemurians who live in California are cognizant of the disaster that befell their ancestors is revealed in the fact that each night, at midnight through the entire year, they perform a ritual of thanksgiving and adoration to “Guatama,” which is the Lemurian name for America. The chief object of this midnight ceremony is to celebrate the escape of their forebears from the doomed Lemuria and their safe arrival in Guatama.

In this midnight ceremony, as in the sunrise and sunset rituals, the weird but wonderful light that first attracted my attention when travelling on the Shasta Limited, is used. During my period of investigation I have seen the midnight ceremonials cause the entire southern side of Mt. Shasta to be illuminated in a most baffling way—a light that reaches up and covers the landscape for great distances. From a practical point of view alone, this mysterious village and its equally mysterious dwellers are of vital interest, for their display of light far excels our modern electrical achievements, and I for one am consumed with curiosity to know how these primitive people can produce such amazing light effects.

The Lemurians have been seen on various occasions; they have been encountered in the Shasta forest, but only for a brief glimpse, for they possess the uncanny secret knowledge of the Tibetan Masters and, if they desire, can blend themselves into their surroundings and vanish.

At times they come into the neighboring towns—tall, barefoot, noble looking men, with close-cropped hair, dressed in spotless white robes that resemble in style the enveloping garment worn by the high-caste East Indian women today—to patronize certain stores.

Indeed, the records reveal that at one time an official visit was made to the city of San Francisco by a white robed