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.
XVII
IF Vrittru's son died, She would leave.
She was going to leave...
He watched the trees, a bois-tombé (dead-wood) whose tiny shoots once again reached for the sky; the endless procession of fire-ants with their bounty of leaves. Fall, rot, devour, climb again. The law of life. And from where to change the law, from which end? She was going to die and all this forest was nothing but a hostile swarm. Death — what is it? The law of life, or the law of death? Change death?
She had lived through ages. She had come from the snows out there, they said — tribes after tribes, Gringo after Gringo with a few Vrittrus and the processionary caterpillars under their little leaf-hats. A thousand years like that? What good is it stopping death if this life does not change?
Change life?
— What does that mean, hey, little queen — change life? Do you know?
She was looking at him with her large almond-shaped eyes that extended to her cheeks, crouching before the fire-ant procession, chin in her fist. She nodded to the right, nodded to the left:
— You are strange, Gringo... As for me, my heart is full and life is changed.
— She is going to leave.
— Who? Ma?
She went pale beneath her golden copper skin.
— They are going to kill you.
— Ah! you see... life is no longer full.
— But I will kill him first, she whispered.
Gringo looked for a moment at that little woman with her line of red roucou on her forehead — she was perfectly beautiful.
— There are lots of little Vrittrus...
— I will kill them all.
There was such a wild flame in her eyes; Gringo looked at her as if he didn't know her.
— Then we'd be all alone on earth.
— And Quino?
— We'd be three — that's already something! Come, little queen, don't be so serious...
— You can talk! she said through clenched teeth. Who ever heard of changing life? It's the Curupira in your head that needs changing!
Gringo laughed — but he wasn't so sure.
— And you up there, what do you say about it?
Quino's head emerged from the branches, looking as if he'd just fallen from the moon, his flute in his hands, his black hair disheveled like an anteater's tail, and his trumpet nose. He slid down the trunk.
— Me, what?
— He wants to change life, said Rani — can you imagine?
— Aah! said Quino, opening his mouth like a fish... What for? Do you want some honey? There's a whole hive up there... But they sting.
Gringo shrugged and started walking again. "What for?..." And he couldn't quite understand why he wasn't content with a honeycomb and a little queen who hopped around so sweetly.
They arrived at the emerald lake.
— How lovely! exclaimed Rani.
They sat on the rock near the small spring. Quino took out his flute and played two notes like the joyful call of the hummingbird when it has drunk from the flower and flies away suddenly.
Gringo opened his hands like a cup.
The two notes echoed and re-echoed in Gringo's head. And that was all.
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