journal d'une transition

1279

- 2002 -

Note: Huta had early on, more than a year before, announced her coming publication of a revised edition of her early book “The Spirit of Auroville”, in which she had recounted every thing the Mother had said or written to her regarding Auroville: in this new edition, she had claimed that she would bring out “everything”, hinting that there would be utmost clarity as to what the Mother had wanted to be materialised at Matrimandir. Naturally we had fairly high expectations; we hoped that these new records would help clearing the controversy and make it at last unavoidable for Roger A to accept a real dialogue and an actual collaboration in seeking to manifest what the Mother had really wished for. Huta’s new book came out at the beginning of 2002. It did contain several new indications that enriched the picture one could form of these gardens and surroundings the Mother had talked to Huta about. But it also proved further that Huta had not actually tape-recorded the Mother’s words; nor had she checked her transcripts with the Mother. And in a couple of instances, the discrepancies between the first and the second edition threw more confusion than light, if one was bent on proving one’s point literally rather than trying to imbibe the spirit of it all. And, alas, this was not a time to be “spiritual” and to go by the inner understanding of things: this was a time of sparring and arguing and being legalistic and serving the powers that be. It became apparent too that Huta had actually but little practical understanding of the physical, actual reality at and around Matrimandir. Her book, which nonetheless brought out priceless gems of the Mother’s touch and presence, could thus be largely ignored in Auroville, and the spirit of the vision which it illustrated so richly was superseded by the peremptory and absolute claims made by Roger A and his group, such as that he was, in the Mother’s own words, “the man of the project”, and he “knew best”. Our team had officially ceased to exist, although we continued to function together on the site and to fulfil our daily responsibilities, albeit in a severely handicapped fashion.

At the end of March, 2002, I took one of my reckless plunges and made a lonely foray into the “collective mind”, in the form of an open letter to all.