April 2003 A Conscious Evolution Newsletter
Ahimsa parmo dharma
- A look at Jainism
Zolar - The Men Behind
the Crown
Lunations à la Linda
Linda Goodman's
Social Activism
Survival of the Spirit:
The Cherokee Spirit
April Star Watch
Conscious Community
April Interactive
Newsletter committee, writers, & contact info
Index of All Articles
Volume 2, Number 4

Opinions presented in Metamorphosis are those of their respective authors and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of others associated with the newsletter.

Conscious Community

by Carrie Chesney

Ah, April … the month of flowers, of sunshine showers ... and rainbows with leprechauns and pots of gold at the end! It’s a pleasant time for most, because it signifies new beginnings and new growth. It’s a time when wishes and dreams can come true.

I don’t know about you guys, but for me it just signifies the end of another school year, another upheaval in my life to contend with. Then again, new beginnings usually do signify upheavals.

For Linda Goodman, spring was something entirely different, wink-wink, nudge-nudge ... Yeah, this is the month of her birthday. In tribute, I thought I’d highlight one of her favorite affirmations, from Star Signs. It seems to go along with the theme of miracles and hope that spring often brings with it. The affirmation is Linda’s lightly retouched version of a prayer of the Franciscan Order of monks. It reflects the spiritual attitude of the order’s founder, Francesco Bernadone - St. Francis of Assisi - although the Franciscans believe the prayer was written after their founder’s lifetime. Linda suggested that her version, which includes an affirmation of miracles, should be spoken aloud, and sincerely meant, each new morning of the day. It goes like this:

Lord, make me an instrument of your Peace
Where there is hatred, let me show Love
Where there is injury, let me give pardon
Where there is doubt, let me have faith ...

Where there is darkness, let me spread Light
Where there is sadness, help me find Joy!

Grant that I may not so much seek
To be understood ... as to understand,
To be loved ... as to love

Then ... miracle shall follow miracle
And wonders shall never cease.

In the everyday world, that kind of sincerity and those kinds of hopes to do good in the world are often met with ridicule. Since this column is about community, I thought I’d give you guys a little taste of MY community and of what I think about how things are.

My tale begins ... on an unusually chilly and grey fall day, as I was slowly sauntering up to the business building that holds my inevitably intriguing Philosophy class. I climbed the three flights to the classroom and plopped down in my usual front-row seat. Shortly thereafter, in walked the teacher, a grad student, late as usual.

With his usual jovial greeting, he said: “If you guys want some extra credit, you can go to this speech they’re having in the EESAT building about PETA. I think they’ll also have food ... vegan probably. The guy who is speaking has been arrested 13 times and has been in prison.”

Laughter filled the room as he said this. Then the wisecracks started. “Hey! Can I wear a completely leather suit and come in eating a leg of chicken?” and “I'm going no matter what! I'll bring a turkey leg!”

With every word, I was seething and squirming in my seat more and more. What is wrong with these people? Can’t they see that it’s about more than being a vegan? What is the fascination with trying to anger people and point at them like they are fools when all they do is try to help animals? Why has it become so important for us as a society to ridicule those whose only intention is to perhaps help our fellow human beings and creatures? When exactly did this policy come about?

So, as I was sitting there seething, my teacher started his lecture. Wouldn’t you know he was talking about Machiavelli that day.

“Machiavelli was all about power. He thought that virtue is ideal, but it’s not real. His famous quote is, ‘It is better to be feared than to be loved.’ He thought that people don’t care about the truth, what they care about is appearances. He also came up with the idea that morality doesn’t figure into politics at all. It was more important for a prince to make an example of people by cutting off their heads and putting them on sticks and running around with them than coming in and being just and fair with people. Machiavelli was considered to be the first political scientist,” explained the teacher in his irritatingly nasal voice.

That figures. Now I remember one of the many reasons I don’t like politics. If Machiavelli is the poster child for politics, well ... in all honesty, that’s pretty fitting, even in this day and time. All you have to do is turn on the news and listen to Bush talk or hear about the things that Saddam is doing or planning to do. That’s why I avoid the news these days. I’d rather know nothing than find out what’s going on out there that I’m powerless to stop. Not only do people not care about the animals and the environment, they don’t care about all the destruction that we are on the verge of.

Class ended soon enough, and I walked out of the classroom fairly annoyed at the immaturity of my classmates - and feeling the cynicism of Machiavelli. Then I realized that I had Group Psychology next. That was probably the last thing I needed, another lecture about how people tend to be sheep and are more likely to conform than to do anything on their own. Further proof that the people of the world could do nothing but be brainwashed and turned into the bleeding masses that are used for nothing but for power purposes.

Yet, I still went to class. I walked in and sat down in my usual front row seat, and waited for the professor to begin.

“Class, today we will be talking about Moscovici and the concept of Minority Influence. While we have learned about groupthink and group polarization, it has been shown that one person can influence a group. This is called minority influence. When minorities put out a clear and coherent message over and over, they are more likely to influence a group over time. So, while the majority influence gets immediate attention, the minority influence is like a persistent message that, if presented plainly and clearly enough for long enough, will eventually be accepted by the group.”

Well, that made sense. It was one of the few hopeful things I had heard all day. Maybe, just maybe, if those of us in the minority - those of us who actually believe in the power of love and light - were to keep our message clear and persistent, eventually more and more people would listen.

So I listened to the rest of my professor’s lecture and trotted downstairs to go eat lunch. When I came outside, it was no longer a grey fall day. The sun had broken through the clouds and it was a nice temperature outside. As I strolled through campus, I noticed all the walks of life around me. College kids are quite diverse, you know. I saw a guy riding a unicycle happily through campus, a guy preaching about heaven and hell in the Free Speech area, people sunbathing and playing Frisbee. I wondered to myself if it were possible. Love and light, that is ...

It seems to be what everyone delights in, so why not?

That’s it for this month! I hope you guys enjoy the month of the Ram and the Bull. It could prove to be interesting. If you have any requests, suggestions, or complaints, remember you can always PM me (enchantress299).