being obviously to be able to unify them in his ‘own body of life’. And then Sri Aurobindo has so well and so much written about it!

We would like so strongly to find a place of true and pure fraternity !
Yet, it paradoxically took place during this period of August to December 2001 with an aurovilian ‘brother’ who became the time of a movement of consciousness which touched us a true brother of labour. It was the time where these ‘lettres à une Auroville’ got written and where Auroville was at the same period a little shaken in its bases and foundations recovered until then from a drought veil of silence and without doubt of necessary latency and decantation in its process of quest; processes are what they are, aren’t they, there is nothing to say about it; it was shown to us very concretely that when the consciousness comes into the world to deal with ‘its business’, it can be asked to us to associate ourselves and to participate in it fully. There also, there is a darkness, a negation right at the heart of this ‘Cité de l’Aurore’, there is a germ of falsehood which planted itself in the same time than the creation right at the centre of this City. It was for us the first time that we felt our being to participate in collective works with such a right and authentic sense of mixed truth and creation, being meanwhile paradoxically exterior to this same ‘collectif’ and to the impulsion of reaction. We participated then to this gesture of consciousness through this friend who, him, was carrying the formal and revealing hits, engaged in the concrete of the situation, of the resisting stuff, the leaven of a possible change towards a situation apparently inexorable and with no end. We drank one and the other the fraternity at the same milk of this consciousness that carried ourselves, and this in the mutual respect of pretty consequential differences of nature. We rediscovered what we knew already, that under human masks of habit formalism and of superficiality of the smiles taken from the convenience and the habit, a rather venomous manifestation of humanity was buried, and in summary well miserable, but all the same also, we cannot forget it as much, deeply implanted on the well concrete terrain of the Matrimandir and others key-responsibilities of Auroville. But there again, although all of that is known, revealed, it was not expurgated (and it is still not done at this day)…the abscess was far to be ripe, the veils of all kinds of His Lordship the Mental (see writing of Tuesday the 13th of November 01, Samâdhi AM, in page 27) and of Her Saintliness the “Harmony the Virtuous” in person rapidly introduced themselves to tempt to plug this “incise” of Sincerity, without doubt it is true a little too disturbing in the dark body of falsehood, leaving the choice to each one according to his consciousness to go back, if there would get an echo, right