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*28-5-1989, Auroville: Open Letter.
“This is a wholesome complaint.
I complain that the women of this place aren’t doing their job.
I resent it. It is getting to be suffocating.
Whether I, or we, can derive some sort of benefit from the event of suffocation
remains to be seen.
But meanwhile – while I can still articulate – I wish to share my complaint.
What do we have here at present?
We have the cumulated defects of two trends: a small self-institutionalising society,
and a small selfish anarchy within comfortable limits.
We are wasting time and Her gift.
We have boards, units, committees, trusts, all rigid formations made by men, which
cannot progress and need to be dismantled or multiplied as they go: unyielding
structures.
We have executives all over the place, nearly all of them men, self-appointed with a
nice thought for balance: two heavies, one light-weight, and no notion, no sense
whatsoever of a flow of creative energy.
At Matrimandir for instance, where one can see and touch the impasse in its
quintessence, we have been asked to nominate executives (Government
regulations); those two are fighting; so we pull back one heavy and replace him
with a lighter one and in-between we put another one who is supposed to be
“neither here nor there”; if that doesn’t appease the spirits, we’re all set to add
two, three, or even four more, picked from opposite sides, in order to achieve…
what? A sort of status quo of decency…
Men like to be decent. They feel sorry when they don’t make it.
As for the actual function of “executives”, all we know is that it may have to do,
even if nominally, with some sort of control or power; therefore the political gloves.
But take one look at the whole scene, at the atmosphere pervading the work at
Matrimandir and the physical place: an embattled territory, not an inch of free
space: men’ egos, men’ conceptions, men’ plans, men’ exclusivism…
Yet Matrimandir, according to Her (who remains until further notice the sole
authority over all matters here), besides being the soul of this collective adventure,
happens to be also the House of the Mother – of the Creative Principle; it is being
built so that may flow the Force that alone can create the beginning of a material
basis for the New World.
This Force alone can, as we all must know very well, direct our energies to the seat
of the true consciousness.
Alright; to reach there, Mother is helping each of us, regardless of the
circumstances, provided we are willing; and for that stretch women as such may go
on sleeping if they wish. Anyone, man or woman, with Her help can eventually
reach the border and open to That and even learn to hold It.
But there is something that men as such, however much they fret, cannot achieve:
it is to collaborate with that pure Force down into our lives and our matter.