ALL-PERVADING PULSING GOLD LIGHT
Missive #84 - Vision Description
[There is much moving right now, on all levels. I come to you today after a workshop with Dana Sawyer, another of the precious luminals of the Avalonian coast of Maine. We were discussing Unitive Mystical Experiences and invited to share our own. Many of the visions I’ve received are also unitive in nature — which is to say, they implicate an under/overlying infrastructure wherein all beings and all bodies are unified, are interconnected, are One. The particular experience I was moved to recount is one which I have not recorded here, but am happy to do so now. It is a vision, or a dimension which visually opened up to me, of an all-pervading pulsing gold light. My first experience of it would have been in my early single-digits, around the turn of the new millennium. Below the vision’s description I will offer several co~amplifications, images and language from various traditions that I feel more deeply open up the context of such a vision.
I also want to include here a pretremor. This past Monday (5/26/25) around noon, a clear voice came and informed me that the name of LITTLE COSMIC MISSIVES is to evolve to ODES FROM AVALONIA. I expect this namechange to be implemented with the next missive (will they still be missives?), where I will open up some of what these three words have been unfurling in me the past few days. The “From:” line in emails may change — I will do my best to make that transition smooth and organic for you all. For now, let us bring this current creative stage to a close with the warm golden light that pulses through all~ ] Received late 1990s and regularly since | typically during the day
Listen to the Recitation:
I am outside standing on the grass looking at the trees when I notice a shift in the quality of the air around me. Not visible, but uncanny — as if a mist had descended. A haze, that made the eyes want to squint. The air became thicker, and thinner. A softening into focus. I noticed a faint gold light in the trunks of the trees. The light pulsed up from the base of the trunk, out through each of the branches, almost imperceptibly to the ends of the leaves. The light grew more visible to me. And as it did, the physical visual of the trees faded; not completely disappearing, but becoming more and more transparent. The pulsing gold light however maintained the skeletal shape of the trees through its coursing and varied density, dilution from base to tip. Shapes were traced, or perhaps illustrated, with/in/by this living light. My eyes moved and I saw how all the trees in the woods had taken on their own ghostly gold light bodies. The light pulsed through all as one, connected through the ground beneath them. I looked down and saw the same light pervading the whole of the earth, down to its deepest heart core. My eyes went to my feet and I saw myself transparent, the same golden light moving through me. I could feel its rhythm, united with that of the trees and of all the world around me, the ground, the air, the bees, the flowers, the stream. My breathing synced up with the pulse of this light. It was warm. I closed my eyes and was immersed in the goldenness of everything.
I bent down (it was awkward to do so) and put my hand on the ground. The world of pulsing gold light began to revert to one of rich physical color and texture. As one faded, the other came to the forefront. Gold became green, and brown and blue and red and white and black. The inner network of veins and arteries of light grew fainter and less visible until it was gone — but for a vague transparent sense of that unifying pulsebeat. Which I knew remained, and always would, whether I could see it or not.
*Note: The vision~dimension of pulsing gold light became a regular guest in my experience after this first memory of meeting it. My sense however is that I’ve had access to it since before this memory, as I do not recall myself being surprised in the least by its appearance. There are of course many dimensional overlays (underlays?) one can gain access to. Another such dimension is one where a sort of gothic, post-apocalyptic feeling pervades; all buildings are ruin and the sky is always ominous — the color here is grey-tone save for floating flames, soul-like, at the center of each shade-person; some people show up with bright orange red yellow wings and blazing hair, inner flames more like infernos, grand fireballs illuminating the surrounding darklight (first revealed to me on 2/28/2016 in St. Vincent Ferrer Church, NYC, though accessible since). While there are others, these two are the most frequently recurring for me.
The All-Pervading Pulsing Gold Light is a common visual experience described in many mystical traditions. One can think of the Nūr Allāh of the Sufis, the Light of God, which Ibn ʿArabī describes as a golden radiance pervading all that is — not a single atom outside love. Suhrawardī too describes a golden, alive, subtle radiance beneath all appearances; mushāhadah (Mystical Vision) reveals this light. In Ṛg-Veda 10.121 we meet the Hiraṇyagarbha, the Golden Womb present at the beginning, from which all creation emerged and was upheld — all of earth and heaven. Later commentaries and the Upanishads identified this Golden Womb with Brahmā, Brahman; the Jyotishām jyotiḥ. In many yogic traditions, awakenings are described with the experience of pulsing golden light moving along and flooding the spine and skull. Dzogchen and Mahamudra give us the Light of Rigpa, radiant awake awareness, which can be golden colored. Bardo Thödol (Tibetan Book of the Dead) mentions the realization of golden luminosity after death which liberates the soul. Theoria in Eastern Orthodoxy, the Uncreated Light of Mount Tabor, is at times written of as a golden-white brilliance. Meister Eckhart and Julian of Norwich both describe a flowing, warm light of union. Isaac of Nineveh too, a fire-like golden love permeating all things. In Hermeticism and western alchemical tradition, the lapis//philosopher’s stone is associated with golden light as transmutation and enlightenment. Sol is understood not just as a physical star, but as a spiritual light that moves through all being. In Daoist tradition, we see the Jin Huang, the Golden Light — a subtle breath or spirit circulating within, like the golden reflection of bright light on polished brass or gold, understood by some writers to be the essence of the Dao manifested in an adept. There are more examples, such as Cabala’s Sefirah Tiferet and Ein Sof emanating radiant brilliance that permeates all; or descriptions of Mithra and Ahura Mazda in the Mihr Yasht, chariots drawn by white horses with golden hooves; or in the Egyptian Book of the Dead where it is written how Ra emerges from the “Golden”, the divine dawn-like energy that animates and sustains the cosmos, and An (a form of Ra) is described “Thy body is of gold, thy head is of azure, and emerald light encircleth thee. O An of millions of years, all-pervading with thy body and beautiful in countenance in Ta-sert” (Papyrus of Ani, Plate II). I’m sure you all have your own examples of this light, whether by direct experience or induction. If not, I welcome you to dive in~
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Have you read Robert Johnson’s description of a similar experience?