This is, more or less, what I understand to have happened in prehistory:

The squirrel gnaws through the liana

and the giant ceiba tree falls

as it kthunks

its leaves turn into fish and scatter in the rivers

flat lands rise and fall – into valleys and mountains

and the jaguar goes a walkin’

Then, we arrive at present day…

Turns out dreaming is not where its at. Its research and knowledge at your finger tips!

In this 2021 article in Botany, I learned a lot more about the Ceiba and its significance as a world tree:

Ceiba pentandra (Malvaceae) and associated species: Spiritual Keystone Species of the Neotropics

Having spent time with the Huaorani, Professor Rival of the University of Oxford is the story teller:

Rival, L. 1999. Trees and the symbolism of life in indigenous cosmologies. In Cultural and spiritual values of biodiversity. Edited by D. Posey. UNEP, Nairobi. pp. 358–362.

Hence, in the olden times

the ceiba sheltered all of life

it connected the heavens and the earth

and was mother, father, and sanctuary

outside of its zone of protection

the terrain was all flat, there was no water

the angry sun scorched and burned the earth

and evil eagles preyed on humans and other animals

encircling the tree was fear, death, and doom

it was a difficult time in evolution

There is a diagram, in the Ethnobotany of the Seri Indians book by Richard Stephen Felgar and Mary Beck Moser, of the near shore ecosystem at the Infiernillo Channel, between mainland Mexico and Tiburon Island. Figure 2.3, page 23:

What a fantastic world of mangroves, eelgrass, and mullets in the Sea of Cortez! This is my interpretation of the same diagram as above. I am in love with the estero and intertidal sands – tiny biting flies on the beach included:

Aside from the sun depicted in the sky, the lunar months of November and December are represented by the two stars of jack rabbit and turkey vulture. And that is a pack rat playing a violin at the bow of the balsa reed boat.

I forget the source of this story. Perhaps it was posted in Amazon Frontlines? The part I do remember is that the squirrel gnaws on the liana that holds the world tree, breaks the vine, then the tree falls down. What happens to the people after that? Where do the birds, butterflies, and cicadas go? And the jaguars running loose everywhere?! There is a huge evil harpy eagle on patrol also…

Sorry folks, I’ll take an incomplete. Better go back to sleep, and dream about this one a little bit more for a followup sometime in the future.