An unusual poem

Studying world religions can do seemingly strange things to you, I was looking back through some poetry I had written a few years ago and found this. Question is, can anyone actually understand what the heck I was talking about?


The Mountain

I stood still, taking in the sights of a time unseen,
I had became enmeshed, entranced and enthralled,
Time stood very nearly still, space had little meaning; the Axis Mundi had come upon me;
The Numen was there, surrounding me, enfolding me, spellbinding and uplifting me,
I cried out, shuddering as visions of mystery and apocalypse swirled through my mind and spirit,
I was aware suddenly of true reality, of the true nature of things that had seemed so normal and mundane before,
Hidden intricacies, rituals of profundity, spells of perfection and wonder, spiritual technology that married science and religion;
I saw it all before me, ready to be learnt, ready to be absorbed by the aching bent of my mind,
Then, as if by sudden decision, it was all swept from me, heartbreakingly it was gone, my mind awash again in ignorance and delusion;
A deep shuddering entered my body, my spirit returned to the earth and my eyes opened,
Slowly at first, but ever more surely, I became aware - of hard rock under me, of grass growing coarse and shaggy, of deep mist curling and darting, and of a stillness that was all-pervading and seeping into the landscape around me;
Slowly I stood, my legs trembling, my mind still filled with the edges of blackness;
I saw the world before me, a trench of darkness covered with green,
I walked towards it, hesitant at first but with growing certainty,
And so the world opened up before me and I came down,
The mountain was now behind me, the gate of heaven given way to the earthly plane of men,
And I said these words to them, “I have seen the will of heaven, put aside your folly, your petty squabbles and your desire to please the self, turn to what is good and seek after truth, seek after the divine that has made you and endows you, and turn against all that is evil and self-righteous and leads to delusion.”
They laughed at me, filled with spite they spat at me and tore my clothing, but what they could do to me meant nothing. For the Mountain filled me, tantalising in its promise, yet ever far from true understanding. Always there, yet beyond my control, truth revealed, yet only a glimpse.
Yet still I speak of it, of that vision, and others have followed me, seeking after the truth I saw, and some have seen it too. For the Mountain calls, calls many as it stills calls me, and daily I seek after it.