Forest Dweller : A Song of Gaia Sophia

Dec 6, 2007 Daniel Mirante in Mythos 1 Comment Tags: Daniel Mirante, deep ecology, entheogens, gaia, gnosis, sophia, wilderness

By Daniel Mirante

We rest upon an ancestral bedrock,

evolved over uncountable aeons, a tapestry woven from patterns of symbiosis and cooperation, parasitism and predation. The life force received by Gaia from Sol turns over and over, generating complexity, generating crystal life. Hundreds of thousand years of tribal migration, empires that have risen and fallen, and cultural systems that have effloresced then decayed like strange flowers. Great intelligence and powers of creation are our inheritance.

The ancestors vibrant, primordial energy, the energies of the atomic furnace of the birth of the universe, the energies of the momentum of the first waters, flow us onward, the stream of life.

Father Sun rises and Gaian Sophianic life stirs. The sun fills the mist of water from the lake and the air becomes golden. The grass grows. The pine cones still glow in the pure white ashes. The birds hop from one branch of a tree to another like thoughts in a big leafy mind. Have you ever tried to catch what the birds are singing of ? They sing of nested existence, deep in nature, singing the song of bird life, simple and mysterious, ethereal and shattering, the sound of the radiant void.

Deep Ecology by Daniel Mirante

All life is a hyper-sea, a tapestry of Mind. In this corporeal dimension, humans upright, moving sexualized cathedrals of hauntingly transient grace walk within the hollows of the macro cosmic moss garden. Stumbling like children over the natural languages of star fire, engraven in the crabs dancing trails on sand, the lattices and information banks of coral, the cascading prose of tree bark and vines. A secret written across the face of the world.

I left the dead world many months ago to know the wilderness. I have become one with the elements. I drink rain, I eat soil, I sleep on cold, hard rocks. I wash in the cold mountain rivers… pure ice water on mountain blue rocks and sands. I breathe and eat clear-light void. No boundaries, no resistances. At night, my mind flows into the subtle rhizomes that is my true being.

I feel completely transparent to the lightning as it strikes in the steaming forests. The earth trembles and every leaf quivers. Lightning shines right through my body – in a split second – rendering me transparent in this zen flash, reminding me that I am a walking skeleton of calcium and silica clothed in a vessel of salt water, a man-shaped droplet of sea.

Her form, her lips and teeth remind of the resistance to complete surrender, to this desire for life, the rigor, the pleasure and pain of boundaries, danced by this timeless creation in all of its ornate beauty, being squeezed and ravished by another, reminded of this willingness to be form, to play this game of identity. How bodies have a capacity for infinite interlocking, interpenetration, designed for an infinite series of lovemaking, and I look to the stars and ocean and wonder how this all began.

I have traveled deep into the wombs of the earth, wombs of both life and death, have been to realms of rotting meat and pungent flowers in lurid sexual designs, quickly blooming, then withering away. I have spiraled down the germ-line of evolutionary linear, I have become mezzoic pools of biofeedback processes, salmon leaping upwards, up river, gobbled up by ferocious twisting eels, devoured by multicolored, feathered lizards, who are eaten away by parasitic organisms… and onwards, savage process, cycle of life, ferocious and bizzare, beautiful and delicate, the fractal of the food=energy turnover system.

I have been to solar realms, crystal palaces ringing with the reverberating sound of crystal angels singing. Here I heard music, the choral song of eternal mounting Sapphic ecstasy, that made my heart cry with joy. The tantric crystal angels, gemlike beings, machine gods and goddesses, opal, rubies, glass, vibrate songs, copulate, unfathomable unfolding lovemaking, quartz gestalts of resonating energy.

I clambered in awe the branches of the world-tree, I have seen the jeweled animals of invisible biogenic nature, the weavers on the loom in the womb of psycho spiritual evolution, like emerald insect tigers, like the great beasts of the plain, flitting, chirping and curious, in the hypersea of astral emanations, encoding and transducing higher-glyphics in subtle spheres.

I have wandered endless labyrinths, dazed, in search of the Goddess and trying to comprehend the flaming light placed upon my head by an unknown Lord. Endless perfection tumbles down from perfect majesty, heights so lofty the mind cannot comprehend. Here, in ways unknown, the soul of humanity is perfected.

I have been to the periphery of this universe, and beheld it as a huge, dead, compacted stone, Thanatos, and seen the horrifying, endless craters of the dead and material universe. But in the frantic clanging of thunderous bells, I have seen the fiery petals of the transcendental golden flower of life, of such exquisite majesty and joy, that the heart of stone was shattered by the abundance of energy and love.

This is not ‘the early 21st century’, this is a timeless mystery, an unfolding present, a flame like vortice of consciousness in an unfathomable and primordial universe. This life is a fable, as well as a labyrinth. In the the torrents of golden ice water, in the darting of fish, in the flame-colored transformations of autumn trees, in birdsongs, in innocence, the beloveds face turned toward the setting sun, the crystal azure maze of her eyes, the ecstatic tears and kisses of life and animal mortality, I see the Greatness of YOU, YOU so ancient, yet so timeless, and it is YOU, YOU, who are my foundation, my heart free and singing in love, my path.

- Daniel Mirante 2007