Mycelium & Myth 

Here are two short pieces of writing by Sophie Strand that you can read if you want to understand more before signing up: Jesus is a Fungal God & Mycelium & Myth.

Mycelium & Myth 

Some 416 million years ago plants made it onto dry land. But these plants were not the plants you and I know as sturdy trees and sessile flowers. They didn’t yet have roots. Luckily enough fungi were already soil dwellers. Fungi are at least a billion years old. Recently a multi-celled fossil of fungus named Ourasphaira giraldae found in the Canadian Arctic was dated by researchers to be around 715 million years old. Plants “learned” to have roots from these early fungi, depending on the fungi to keep them plugged into nutrients and place for millions of years before the two developed a converged evolution, creating lignin-based woody roots that mutualistically paired with mycorrhizal fungal systems. As forest ecology has developed, particularly highlighted by recent attention on the work of Suzanne Simard, we see that it is the fungi that coordinate forests and ecosystems, acting as connective tissue between beings and creating delicately synchronized trophic waves of decaying matter, blooming bacterial biomes, released minerals, and soil regeneration. 

Fungi are the original angels. Angel in its oldest root of the word: messenger from the Hebrew mal'akh and Old English aerendgast. Root messengers. Weavers. Communicators. They sew soil to plants, trees to trees. They hold ecosystems together like conversations, making sure each questioning chemical threads into its vegetal receptor. Like angels are said to courier messages from a higher realm, fungi connect us into messages from an even older pre-human paradise: the mythic underworld. 

As I write and attempt to revitalize the myths that underpin human exceptionalism and capitalist patriarchy, I always try to tap into the rhizomatic realm that predates anthropocentric narratives. I was initially inspired by the investigations of French philosophers Deleuze and Gauttari into rhizomes as non-hierarchical systems of thought with multiple doors of entry. The rhizome dissolves linearity and shows, like the idea of horizontal gene transfer, evolution is not a linear progression. Evolution is a transversal, intimate collaboration. Deleuze writes, “The self is only a threshold, a door, a becoming between two multiplicities”. But Deleuze and Gauttari were thinking with botanical rhizomes, not mycelial systems. And their insistence on the “arborescent” realm of dualistic, terminal thought patterns as mirrored by tree branches shows the limits of this line of thinking. There is no such thing as a disembodied tree crown. Where is the trunk? No tree branches, terminal or not, exist without their root brain tucked into soil and slipped into the teeming plurality of a forest wide mycorrhizal consciousness. Instead let me offer that every tree branch eventually falls to nourish the saprophytic (dead material eating) fungi on the forest floor. These fungi liberate the minerals and nutrients that nourish future root systems and future trees. There is no rhizomatic thinking without arborescent thinking. There is only cyclical thinking; and root thinking, acknowledging its deep-time origins, is mycelial thinking. 

I want to offer that mushrooms– mycelium – are an interesting way to think through mythology. In my work rewilding the myths of the masculine, I have come to the conclusion that you can only understand a myth in its particular ecosystem. Just like mushrooms are the fruiting bodies of underground mycelial systems, so are myths the particular above-ground mushrooms of a specific ecology. We can think of mythologems and mythic figures as being like the giant (perhaps 7,000-year-old) honey fungus in Oregon. It stretches for miles underground and fruits up as mushrooms that superficially look like individuals. The cattle cults that spread across the Mediterranean during the Bronze Age are like the honey fungus. As a mythic figure, “Orpheus” is now understood to have been a title rather than a single mythic figure, as lyric prophets through the centuries stepped into the role of the divine lyrist to sing his Orphic hymns. Likewise, scholar Adam Nicolson has shown that Homer was not so much a person but an oral tradition and a collaborative experience of an entire culture. A version of the Odyssey “fruited” above ground every time a new storyteller performed the myth. Perhaps Dionysus is the best example. Dionysus always appears without warning, throwing cities into disorder, and, although archeological evidence shows he is one of the oldest pre-Olympic gods, he is always personified as a “stranger” or “new”. He “fruits” up across the Mediterranean, in different cities, often looking different, offering a variety of fermented beverages as suited to the different ecologies. But the real Dionysus is the mycorrhizal system of vegetal gods underground, weaving a net that is ready to pop up and proliferate wherever nature-based, ecstatic wisdom is needed. I have been thinking of textual myths as “fruiting bodies”. And when you have a fruiting body, you must ask where its roots are located? What is its mythic mycelium? 

Nowhere is this made clearer than in the case of the illiterate magician and storyteller known as Jesus or Yeshua. The illiterate, nature-based magician storyteller has been deracinated from the ecology of Galilee. His body literally disappears, and unlike the vegetal gods of Osiris and Dionysus before him, his body does not go back to the forest floor to nourish the fungi and complete the virtuous cycle. He is deracinated. When his teachings are translated into Coptic Greek, the very language of his executioners, his nature-based parables no longer make any sense. When Jesus said the mustard seed was like the kingdom he was referring to the most pernicious and least favorite weed of Galilean farmers. He was saying, to his farmer friends, “The Kingdom is like an invasive weed that you have a very difficult relationship to. And it’s already here. It’s in your fields.” Most of Jesus’ teachings were intimately rooted in Galilean and Judean ecology. But we lose the nuance when we “translate” him away from his actual body and his actual environment. No wonder his teachings have been so easily perverted into simplistic dogma.

Just like fungi taught plants how to root into the soil, so do myths teach us how to root into relation with our ecological and social ecosystems. They seek to express ultimate truths with personified elementals. They narrativize a deep understanding of our connection to more-than-human time scales. As poet Robert Bringhurst has pointed out, myth isn’t antagonistic to science, but rather an alternative “science” in itself. “[Myth] aims, like science, at perceiving and expressing ultimate truths. But the hypotheses of myths are framed as stories not equations.” While a scientist quantifies reality, he explains, a myth teller personifies it.

But we are living in a strange time now when most of our myths are deracinated. We think we have myths but really these stories are like houseplants, cut off from the mycorrhizal complexity of the soil, and therefore unable to refruit as something freshly adapted to our current environmental conditions and social circumstances. Bringhurst explains, “Because mythologies and sciences alike aspire to be true, they are perpetually under revision. Both lapse into dogma when this revision stops.” 

Revision is decay. It is the acknowledgement that most of the work happens under the ground. Dionysus understands that he must be a different mushroom in Crete than he will be in Thrace. Myths must have root systems they can sink back into, to revitalize the soil, and to reemerge with the particular magic suited for this age of ecological chaos and societal collapse. 

Sources: 

The Origin and Early Evolution of Roots by Paul Kenrick and Christine Strullu-Derrien in Plant Physiology Journal

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake

Mycelium Running by Paul Stamets

 Coevolution of roots and mycorrhizas of land plants by Mark C. Brundrett published by New Phytologist Foundation

 Why Homer Matters by Adam Nicolson

 “The Meaning of Mythology” by Robert Bringhurst in Everywhere Being is Dancing

A Thousand Plateaus by Deleuze and Gauttari.

Jesus is a Fungal God

The little boy is watching his mother. They are inside, out of the metallic heat of noon, and she stands at the one table they own, soft-cedar, made by his father and older brother. He leans against the table’s leg, tugging at his mother’s skirt. Wishing she would feed him a date cake. Or pay him any attention at all. “Imah, tell me a story,” he begs. His brothers are off working with his father and he has spent all day in the nearby pasture, chasing the sheep. Now he is bored and bug-bitten. But she tussles his hair and shushes him. Slowly, the closeness of her warm body soothes him, and he watches her pull a sheet of linen from an old stone bowl. The smell is piquant, sour, like ewe’s milk. She pinches a bit of citrus-yellow dough from the bowl before covering it back over. Carefully, she rolls the old dough between her hands until it is a perfect orb. Transfixed, he watches as she carefully nestles it into a pale, sticky batch of new dough. With the same care she uses to comb his thick curls, to help him cut his meat on holidays, she begins to press and knead the old dough into the new. Suddenly there is a sequin of light. Another. Like starlight, or a combustion of dust motes. Something like a cloud shimmers above his mother’s hands. He blinks. And it is gone. Years later, the boy will grow into a man and will remember the smell of the dough, the loose, blue shadows gliding across the distant wall, the warmth of his mother’s strong thigh against his cheek, and the scintillating vision that hovered above her hands. “The Kingdom of Heaven is like the leaven a woman used in making bread,” he will tell a small group of his friends as they share a loaf of bread by the seaside. “Even though she put only a little leaven in three measures of flour, it permeated every part of the dough.” 

The kingdom of heaven is like leaven. What is leaven? Leaven is old bread dough used to make the new dough rise. Leaven is a carrying body for yeast. The use of yeast dates back at least 5,000 years, to the bread bakers of ancient Egypt, if not back to 13,000 BCE and the stone brewing vats of the Natufians in the Raqefet Cave in Israel. Saccharomyces cerevisiae, yeast, has been domesticating humans with intoxicating fermented drinks and delicious baked goods for thousands of years. Yeast can be found on our skin. In our armpits. It is theorized it was domesticated from the skin of grapes. Or from old sheep’s milk left out to ferment. The important thing to remember is that it wasn’t until the 17th century that Antoni van Leeuwenhoek first identified microorganisms and microfungi under a microscope. Until then, fermentation was miraculous alchemy. Water fermenting in an abandoned beehive alchemically produced a magical mead. Bread infused with fermented dough actually grew before your eyes, inflated with a breath from an invisible being. 

As curiosity and respect for fungi spreads globally, the question of fungal gods has been raised from internet forums to mushroom foraging groups. Were there fungal gods? Other than a few mushroom gods from South America, readily appropriated by the Western proponents of psychedelic therapy, and the lone Roman figure of Robigus who was the god of grain rot and disease, there are very few fungal deities. If fungi taught plants how to have roots, sew together entire forest ecosystems, and intimately festoon our very skin, why don’t they have a bigger mythological pantheon? 

I want to offer that they have a very big pantheon indeed. A kingdom, in fact. We must remember that fungi, although they weren’t perceived under a microscope, were intimately sensed, cultivated, and worshipped. What if I told you every god and goddess of fermentation - of beer making and bread baking – was fungal? What if Jesus wasn’t a god of monotheism, but a multiplicity of yeast cells, sipping on sugar, breathing carbon dioxide into a skin of barley dough? What if he was the magical metamorphosis of pulverized grapes into wine? 

Jesus is a fungal god: in his parables and his narrative activity. Not only does he explain that the kingdom is like yeast, spreading imperceivably through the dough to fill it with breath, the Hebrew ruach for spirit, but he performs yeast-like transformations through his ministry. The kingdom is an impressive barley loaf bloomed out from a pinch of old dough. In all the synoptic gospels, we encounter the multiplying of the loaves. Jesus, when confronted with crowds on the shores of the Galilean sea, performs a fungal miracle, making five loaves of bread “expand” such that they feed anywhere from 3,000 to 5,000 people. 

Thinking with underground mythic mycelium, we see Jesus on a fungal continuum with Dionysus when he transforms six stone jars of water into wine in John’s Wedding at Cana. Contemporaneously with the life of Jesus, there were many Dionysian wine miracles, notably the “miracle” in the temple on the island of Andros where a spring was supposed to transform into wine for seven days each year. Religious scholar Dennis Macdonald has convincingly demonstrated that the Gospel of John is a direct rewrite of Euripides’ The Bacchae, indicating that early followers of Jesus saw the direct relationship between the two gods of vegetation and fermentation. 

Suddenly monotheistic gods are problematized. Fungi doesn’t monologue. It produces wild, clamorous conversation. In the parable that, across the synoptic and gnostic gospels, traditionally precedes the parable of the leaven, we are told that the mustard seed is like the kingdom. Deracinated from Galilean ecology, this parable no longer makes sense. But rerooted in peasant agriculture of Second Temple Period Palestine, we realize the mustard seed was hated by farmers, never purposely grown, and viewed as an invasive weed that ruined crops. From a tiny seed comes a revolution. From a microscopic yeast blooms a fermented kingdom. Jesus then, is not teaching abstracted morality. He is teaching anarchic fungal, vegetal wisdom. As we learn more about fungi, let us embrace that they have always been here. Beneath our feet. And inside our most popular myths. A polyphonic pantheon tucked inside the fiction of monotheism.