our heart, of our soul, for not being more really, for not being able to even think to be as long as we shall not have taken a clear and liberated position of our real desire of Participating in the Works. Deep scission in the world of the Yoga of the Truth, we cannot understand , receive, assimilate these uses of power, this imputation right in the body of the Yoga of the Life; to those beings placed in forced exile* (*geographical and “ideative” we name here Satprem and Sujata, for only naming them, but how many others does it exist ? (writing of Saturday the 17th of November 01, Samâdhi AM, page 31), our being can only associate himself and fraternize unconditionally. How can disciples, brothers and sisters, close to this Yoga itself so tied with Sincerity and Truth, how can they effectively sur-vive in this world of Yoga named ‘integral’ with this responsibility and this so underlying and heavy secret, in a place that saw such a Dolour, dolour that did not resorbed into a Pardon, this collective pardon to oneself which only could transmute effectively the very Flesh of the hive — this power in germ of the unity in the “collective” — hive so weakly honeyed of Truth and Consequence, which, since that time, we have to admit seems to us a little forlorn and a tiny bit lost under some diverted aspects from the essential, and for good reason ! How do we do to live such a cleavage in our heart, in our soul, in our conscience, how to go beyond this abyss in ourselves ? From then on, which reality could be found in those words of fraternity and of unity ? Because at last, can we still doubt of the “essentiality” of the engagement and of the yogic value of those ‘exiles’ from what they bring in complement to those Works already so much engaged by the Mother and Sri Aurobindo ? Of course, we can burry our head in the sand, but while the ostrich is acting as an ostrich, what is happening then to our acts of Creation ? It seems to us that there is right there a responsibility which has certainly to be carried and transmuted for everyone of us in the silence of his heart and of his being as little as we care about his Path and his Becoming. Because it is right there in the heart of this ‘ourselves’ that we live the EXILE, the exile of this lack of Truth, of this Ignorance which still occupies our recalcitrant substances, let’s not be foolish and not take the mask of the offended and worthy Virtue ! We noticed how the lived Bhakti in the depth of our being could be creative and play an important role in this Yoga, it appears to us also that the falsehood in state of manifestation of those same Works becomes an Offence done to our own being right in the depth of his most intimate sacred. We carry this burden of an original Lie, of a non-formulated, of a Life retention, of a betrayal present before starting, it has been fixed in the cell, it was fixed here well specifically in an irrevocable Fact until there it seems; yet can that be an ‘irrevocable’ for ever ? It cannot be fossilized in an absolute determinism, it would be then denying the powers of the grace and it