This is Rumblestrip by Marika Heilman, and this is day three of the Larry Masset Tribute Week.

Today, a story called A Night on Mount Shasta. Larry was driving up through Northern California toward Oregon, and he ended up spending a little more time at Mount Shasta than he had had in mind. Here's a night on Mount Shasta. Hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

My desires of my presence being known as love.

Love was in your heart.

I come not to bring preaching upon this plane

for there has been preaching enough.

Preaching his words.

Words alone do not touch your heart.

It is love.

It is love that I bring.

I am Mark Angel Michael.

All I wanted was a cup of coffee.

I was coming up by five from the Sacramento Valley towards Oregon.

And Shasta, Mount Chasta, the little town on the flank of the mountain.

Looked like it would have a lot of coffee shops.

They turned out crowded,

which seemed peculiar for a Saturday afternoon. And I was about to leave again when I met the woman who channels the Archangel Michael. She could also channel Merlin the magician, an extraterrestrial

named Omeron, or Umaron, the Count St. Germain, some other well-meaning spirits,

hard to take if you haven't had your morning coffee yet. Then I heard that an even better angel

had just come into town and taken over somebody's television set in the house on Avenue B.

I ran right over.

It was a small house.

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