Mâ, the Ancient One of evolution, leads Gringo on adventures through the past & future of the Earth, from the pre-human forest to the forest of tomorrow.
Un 'Livre de la Jungle' à l'envers. Non plus un petit d'homme qui revient à la vie animale, mais un autre petit d'homme dans une tribu sauvage de la forêt amazonienne, qui cherche comment on sort de la Tribu humaine et le passage de 'l'Homme après l'Homme'. C'est la légende de l'évolution et de l'Ancienne de l'évolution, figurée par la 'reine' de la tribu, qui entraîne Gringo à la découverte des aventures passées de la terre - en Egypte, dans l'Atlandide, en pays arctique -, et dans l'aventure de l'avenir de la terre, chaque fois forçant le barrage des défenseurs de la Loi établie, que ce soit celle des anciens initiés, celle de la Tribu amazonienne, celle des spiritualistes ou celle des biologistes du XXième siècle. Car chaque sommet atteint devient l'obstacle du prochain cycle. Successivement, Gringo passe par la 'porte de braise', la 'porte de jade', la 'porte bleu', la 'porte de neige', avant d'arriver à la 'porte noire' du XXIième siècle et à la 'minute nulle' où les hommes disent NON à leur loi suffocante et consentent à ouvrir 'les nouveaux yeux de la terre'. l'auteur évoque ici l'aventure qu'il a vécue dans la forêt vierge de Guyanne à l'âge de vingt-cinq ans, et l'aventure qu'il a vécue auprès de Sri Aurobindo et de Mère dans l'avenir de la terre : toute une courbe, de la forêt pré-humaine à la forêt mystérieuse de demain.
A 'Jungle Book' in reverse. No longer a young boy returning to animal life, but another young boy in a wild tribe of the Amazon rainforest, who seeks to discover how one escapes from the human Tribe and the passage of 'Man after Man.' This is the legend of evolution and of the Ancient One of evolution, represented by the 'queen' of the tribe, who leads Gringo on a journey of discovery through the past adventures of the earth — in Egypt, in Atlantis, in the Arctic lands — and into the adventure of the earth's future, each time forcing through the barrier of the defenders of the established Law, whether that of the ancient initiates, that of the Amazonian Tribe, that of the spiritualists, or that of the biologists of the 20th century. For every summit reached becomes the obstacle of the next cycle. Successively, Gringo passes through the 'gate of embers,' the 'gate of jade,' the 'gate of blue,' the 'gate of snow,' before arriving at the 'black gate' of the 21st century and at 'zero minute,' where men say NO to their suffocating law and consent to open 'the new eyes of the earth.' The author evokes here the adventure he lived in the virgin forest of Guyana at the age of twenty-five, and the adventure he experienced alongside Sri Aurobindo and 'Mother' in the future of the earth: an entire arc, from the pre-human forest to the mysterious forest of tomorrow.
XXXVIII
A cloak of shadow fell from their shoulders. They blinked.
They no longer knew the direction or the station. Nor their name nor their address.
It was all false.
Is it not so — you are to be guillotined tomorrow morning at 4:30, and then the door opens: there is no guillotine, there is no prison — blue sky and a blackbird singing. It is quite astonishing.
You are going to take the métro, you are going to the History class, you are going to the appointment, to the business that wraps another business that wraps another business — and then there is no more appointment — with whom? — no more business, no more History: one is there, is in the business, at the appointment, in the thick of History.
It is there, right under your nose.
But what a story, my children!
No more Bonaparte, no more Louis, no more Such-and-such XIII and XIV, no kingdom of France or China, no date, no plesiosaur that preceded the little rabbit, the archaeopteryx, and the ladybird. One is in the realm of the ageless creature, there, just hatched, and in the terrestrial kingdom that throbs and throbs, a rendezvous after four hundred million years of going along. Can you tell me what a lizard's story means to a goat? Or a caterpillar's story to a lark? And what is a man's story to...
To what, who and what exactly is it?
Four hundred million years of History, from prehistory to the present, all at once. And all the electronics rusted away, along with the trilobites, the catfish, and the left-handed hybrids. Obviously, one couldn't expect evolution to stop at the catfish, the penguin, or the little human being — but all the same, it was a tremendous leap.
And the earth blinked and blinked, searching for what this small creature was — which had not changed its skin, mind you, and was still on two legs, with a strange nose nonetheless, there on the ex-boulevard-Saint-Michel which had been saintly — but sainthood was still a goat's or a rabbit's story, or... well.
It was very naked all at once. It was even quite staggering.
There were many sudden heart attacks among all those who had only a cardiogram in their chest. They called emergency services — but the police were equally bewildered: were they responding to an emergency or a Neolithic having a breakdown?
Yet the earth was not shaking. So what was happening?
The scientists not yet in syncope said it was a mutation. But the mutation of what? What mutates? Which organ?
They felt their pockets, their stomachs — but it wasn't there.
They felt their heads — but it wasn't there either, unless it was a mutation of memory? And they shook their heads, shook their heads — like Gringo and Rani, there on the boulevard.
And it was so NOTHING, all at once...
Nothing — there on the boulevard, with two legs and a business suit.
The mutation is something that mutates, but here it was the nothing that mutated; it was the mutation within nothing. The nothingness was the site of the mutation. And can one be the caterpillar and butterfly at the same time?
It was the moment of nothing-in-between.
And they looked at each other, looked at each other — and as they had let their black eyes roll on the pavement, they sat down on the ground beside their eyes; they sat down with their NO in their hearts; they sat down in a burning nothing, because if it didn't burn it was no longer anything at all — it was death standing up in a business suit.
A flame.
Of what, for what — one doesn't know.
They entered the man of flame.
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