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.
VII
THE whole tribe was in a state of agitation.
From a distance, Gringo spotted Vrittru, the arrogant, gesticulating in the middle of a growling crowd. The women squawked and cackled in the clearing like a routed flock of agamis.¹ Others sat in silence. Gringo knew at once: it entered through every pore of his skin as if he had swallowed it whole — war. Fear. Threat. Murder. It was written in his blood with the first breath he had drawn in the world.
A small white shape remained alone to one side, motionless as the egret on the tall mangrove stems.
Gringo drew closer. He knew — it was all decided. He had a strange way of knowing; something stopped, fixed itself in him, as if the moment were cut from the scene and everything was seen microscopically in the smallest detail: "This will be." Or else it flowed straight through. He approached Vrittru slowly, like a bird approaching a serpent.
¹ Agamis: forest guinea fowl.
The man turned in one piece.
He was powerfully built, his legs slightly apart like a fighter ready to spring; his black hair was cut high on the forehead and fell in a mane. He had a black bracelet above his right bicep, another at his wrist twisted like a liana, and a puma skin at his groin.
— Don't be afraid, Gringo, he said in a jeering tone.
Gringo parted the crowd and came to stand before him.
— Have you ever seen me run away?
There was a silence. Vrittru was powerful, but there was something around Gringo that created a void. He was small, slender among those men — but one felt an invisible steelines that made him as sure as an arrow.
A piha¹ began to screech in a branch.
Vrittru looked at Gringo, and that gleaming gaze gripped Gringo's heart like a pain. It was always that pain — incomprehensible. And so old.
— You are as agile as the douroucouli² in the night — no one is faster than you, Gringo...
¹ Piha: a harpy eagle. ² Douroucouli: a small nocturnal monkey.
His gruff voice grew caressing. Once, Gringo had watched him stroke a captive little douroucouli and strangle it in one move. For nothing.
— Surely, he went on, your age is tender and you are highly protected — but if you showed us a little of your art that surpasses our barbarous occupations...
— Enough, said Gringo. I'm ready.
There was a murmur. A few heads turned toward the small white form sitting silently on the violet-wood trunk. Vrittru barked:
— They are four hours' march to the West. Brujos saw the smoke from their camp. You will tell us how many there are and whether there are women with them. In one hour, it will be dark.
All eyes turned to the great kapok tree.
There was a deadly silence. Everyone knew what the forest was at night. And where was the West in the night? The immense West with its millions of trees.
Without a word between them, the ring of men opened. There was Vrittru, alone, facing the small white form. He drove his thumbs into his puma skin and raised his chin in defiance. Gringo watched. He saw all of this as if from above. Yet his heart was beating. And all eyes were fixed on Her. She nodded, raised her eyes in a smile. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met. Then Gringo's heart swelled with fierce joy. He pulled his bark covering tight around his waist, planted his eyes in Vrittru's — who blinked — and walked away as the tribe dispersed.
He had just time to catch sight of Rani, one finger on the tip of her nose as in her moments of great emotion. And then she disappeared behind the curtain of trees.
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