GREEN GOLD MOUNTAIN
Ode #31 - Dream Transcription, Komorebi // Numen Ode
[We’ve had a number of new readers join us. Welcome! Today I offer the first Dream transcription/description of the Odes era. The last dream which asked to be shared was a little over a year ago: Missive #76 - COSMIC BALLROOM. Today’s Beltane dream was especially vivid, vital. I am very familiar with Mountains in the visional realm. The most consistent mountain that has been appearing to me since ~2012 is the Red Mountain, which contains within its crateresque peak the whole world and all its oceans. The Blue Mountain is also familiar to me, which appeared frequently in the visions of Christiana Morgan and I too have seen. There is also Mount Qâf (“To return to the East is to climb the Mountain Qaf, the cosmic (or psycho-cosmic) mountain, the mountain of the emerald cities, all the way up to the heavenly pole, the mystical Sinai, the Emerald Rock.” (Corbin, The Man of Light)), and Mt. Sinai which Moses ascends, entering into the Cloud of Unknowing ("ha-arafel" in Shemot, the Book of Names; Exodus 20:21), featured prominently in the philosomythos of Pseudo-Dionysius and countless others in the contemplative Abrahamic traditions. Many mountains abide in the imaginal realm of the mystics, and transpire. Today’s dream may be my first immersive encountering of the Green Gold Mountain. It strikes me very similar to Qaf — “Qaf is this Sphere of Spheres surrounding the totality of the visible cosmos; an emerald rock, casting its reflection over the whole of the mountain of Qaf, is the keystone of this celestial vault, the pole.” Suhrawardi’s wonderful Recital of the Occidental Exile (12th century) documents this mountain thoroughly — its eighth place, the emerald rock at the summit. The exile//pilgrim must climb this mountain when called to return home. The whole of the mountain takes on the color of the emerald rock at its summit — a flashing, sparkling, numinous green. The color which outlasts all other colors. The Greenening. Hyperverdance. It brings to mind the third of the first Missive-triptych I published: Missive #3/3 - DESCEND NOW, INTO THE FORGE OF DESPAIR, where the final seventh star is described: “In a lilting way it flitted down, / A butterfly’s passage, emerald / Green, lush and shining, distilling / Glory. The green light shone ultragreen, / or perhaps hypergreen. More / Green than could ever be seen, / Let alone withstood. / It came all the way down, / and then stopped, amidst us / The divine center, it expanded / filling everything and everyone and / Everywhere, until all was green and / Nothing Else. And All were here / and Nowhere else.” Raphael’s emanations have shown green to me; while Gabriel is often described as the personal angel awaiting each initiate’s ascent of this transversal cosmic mountain: to reach the polar emerald rock which is the orbit and the barrier about all things. Today’s green gold mountain is beloved to me, and carried with it absolutely a sense of homeness in the dream. The marriage of comfort effort and belonging. Arriving. Achieving. Climbing-towards. Glastonbury Tor comes to mind. The royal hill of Tara (Cnoc na Teamhrach). I will stop myself from further waxing on emerald green mountains. I hope you enjoy this dreamy interlude in the narrative of odes~ ]
Hiking up a mountain (in Maine? Looks Maine-like. Through the trees, up stone steps). I am stepping up at a steady pace. I am surprised how strong I am, how strong my constitution, my breath, my lungs. I keep the pace seemingly endlessly, without need of break. The light is coming beautifully through the jewel leaves of the trees. Bright gold green. Shadows luminous. There is something lovely waiting at the top of the mountain. I am confident I will reach it. The process is enjoyable — just the right amount of stress and strenuous. I am alone, but everyone is with me. This is the Holy Mountain.
~ Friday May 1, 2026 | early AM
