journal d'une transition

1345

It would all be perhaps merely comic if it did not aggravate the general tamasic, obscure, unwilling atmosphere which has no qualms in vitiating and violating, by the sheer massive weight of its self-satisfied opacity, the treasure of the Grace. This is the situation, and each one and each part of us who still finds some pleasure in the dark easy trade is responsible for it and for the conditions it creates in Auroville. A team – us the ‘accused’ – has in this fashion been tarred over and over by these tactics, dragging the name of the Matrimandir with their devious trail: we shall only say that we have been and we remain ready to answer any questions in a process of clear and fair inquiry towards a resolution that will honour the spirit of Auroville. But we request the people of Auroville, those who need to be decent and care enough to value honesty above political interests, to somehow withdraw all support from such ill motivated actions.

Divakar”

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Note: At about this time, I found that both my Passport and my residential visa were going to expire. The general situation in Auroville, where the ‘Foreigners’ where concerned, was in a flux and there were many uncertainties. In my own case, there was also the sense that there might well be some interference. In preparing myself to apply for a renewal of my Residential Permit and of my Visa – as I had to be able to go out of the country for C’s sake -, I wrote the following letter, which I meant to address to the Central Government authorities in Pondichéry.

*Request to be allowed to remain on Mother India’s soil; early 2003:

“Since my early teens I was looking desperately for the centre and purpose of my life, and I felt I would only find it in India. I first came to India in 1968, for a journey that ended abruptly with a serious illness. In 1969, the call became imperative. I came to India for the second time and reached Pondichéry where I found the answer at the feet of the Mother. In 1970 on my twentieth birthday the Mother blessed my true birth and gave me my spiritual name, the name of my soul, ‘Divakar’. I had to return once more to France, the country of my physical birth, for military service and personal family matters. It was only on November 13, 1973, that I was able to give myself entirely and for good to the work and service that alone could give meaning to this life. Since that time I have been committed to the construction of the Matrimandir and through this service the awareness of Mother India has constantly grown within me, making more and more tangible and precise the significance of belonging to Her, of being Her child, Hers to use, Hers to direct, Hers to transform.