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Here‘s something worth repeating. Some years ago I worked my way through a book called The Aquarian Conspiracy, by Marilyn Ferguson. It is a book that has to be digested slowly and I have found it to be, as the Globe & Mail put it: "Exciting and provocative to the point of exhaustion, stunning in the range of its assaults upon our ‘normal‘ modes of thinking about ourselves and our possibilâ€" ities." Marilyn Ferguson takes pains to avoid coming on like a pundit or guru. With her astounding capacity to absorb diverse information she acts as a synthesizer arid catalyst: presenting the reader with a vast array of subjects crying out for change. _ * She spends much of her timeâ€"attending conferences all over the world on a wide variety of subjects, but always at the cutting edge of new techniques, discoverâ€" ies and paradigms. She also keeps people current through her newsletter, the Open your mind to all the possibilities Once upon a time there was an unhappy land called southern Ontario. Many of the people were prosperous, but discontented. King William and his ancestors had ruled over them for two generations, offering jobs for (almost) all. Still, jobs aren‘t everything and slowly the disconâ€" tent festered. But everyone knew King William was invincible. Oh, his loyal opposition had tried to replace him, alright, but Wilâ€" liam was known to all as the fireâ€"breaâ€" thing dragonslayer. Then one day, King William anâ€" nounced he was tired. His job had worn him out, and his people would just have to find a new ruler. The King‘s advisors met and decided to replace King William with Prince Frank, an old man who once made his living selling ‘used wheelbarâ€" rows and talked of an age long past. This was too much for the people to Comment We‘ve had our fill of ‘brand new‘ twoâ€"yearâ€"old cars The danger signs are there. If I was a betting man, I‘d say chances are pretty good our family will soon have its first brand new car. The other day, driving down the 401, I moved over. to the right lane to let a speeding bullet pass. It was a sleek, spanking new Pontiac Bonneville and it impressed the heck out of Beth and me (Jordan was asleep in the back) as it swooshed effortlessly by, every bit a study in style and grace. We turned to each other and sighed simultaneously: "Do you ever think we‘ll own a brand new car like that?" After agreeing that at some point we would, the conversation drifted. Only to the point, however, where we knew the other was still thinking about how nice it would be to own a‘new car. It‘s safe to say the seed has been planted. Lest you get the wromg impression, cars are not high on the list of our priorities. We do not view them as image makers (my goodness, what kind of image does a 66 Valiant project?), nor are we caught up with the obsession of having the best car on the block. In the Discontent in the magical land of Ontario Brain/Mind Bulletin, which deals with the frontiers of social transformation. As a result, she is probably the most widelyâ€"informed person on the present state of advanced thinking, at least in the western world. As a result, she has been made conscious of the millions of people worldwide who are dissatisfied with what they find in such fields as education, medicine, organized religion, politics, and many others which she addresses in her Brendan O‘Regan, writing in the Newsâ€" letter of the Institute of Noetic Sciences, describes it this way: "A key of The Aquarian Conspiracy is its view of the advisors and big merchants run the land. Everyone would matter. "Government for all," cried out the people of Ontario as they made glamorâ€" where he went he was kissed by bea utiful Hairdo. Prince Hairdo was young and exciting. He thrilled the damsels of the land, talked of children, and justice, good crops for all, and beautiful vistas. He talked of caring for the sick and the infirm and powerless; the right to homes for all his subjects; the beauty of the land and the people. The messengers loved him, for he was of the people and held out much promise. No longer would the small circle of That‘s right, my buying pattern, borne of indifference, nurtured by fiscal reâ€" sponsibility (I cared more about betting horses than driving cars, and therefore could never afford a new one) has been alarmingly predictable. Snapped up a "75 Dart in 1977, moved on to a ‘79 Granada in 1981, went FWD with an ‘84 Reliant in 1986, and, sure as the sun rises in the east, purchased our current item, an ‘86 Cavalier, weeks after the 888 hit the market. But on occasion, both Beth and I have expressed the desire to, at least once in our life, own a brand new car. To do so, I will have to forsake the pattern of scooping up the most popular compact sedan on the market â€" two years after it is out. latter respect, we are mired in about / Rick Campbell Geoffrey Fellows Perspective City Seen lan Kirkby ‘That‘s Life‘ As she points out, "If we are to find our way across troubled waters, we are better served by the company of those who have built bridges, who have moved beyond despair and inertia. The Aquarian Conâ€" spirators do not hope, because they know less than the cynics, but because they know more from personal experience, from leadingâ€"edge science, and the grapeâ€" young damsels and led an utterly charmed life. The whole point of the book is to see if the reader can, for a brief time, suspend those longâ€"held beliefs so as to get an unobstructed view of what may be possiâ€" ble, and share this with others. In the early years of his rule, Prince Hairdo formed an alliance with others in his kingdom, those that represented the people with little power and little money and fought for a cleaner, safer land. manner and ultimate significance of personal growth and change." e This is not a book for those who want pat answers to all their problems nor is it for those who wish to be saved the trouble of thinking. There are no answers here, only questions, because no change can take place until all old assumptions are questioned and challenged, to see if they are still valid. + Prince Hairdo did much to make his people happy. He gave them more open government and better protection for those who labored heavily in the wagonâ€" works and iron smelters of the land. And he warned that the dark forces of evil who spoiled the countryside and the trees and air and water would be punished or banished. The Prince went to his people and asked them to reward him for this. They did. And after this he retreated to his palace and surrounded himself with the same kind of advisors and big merchants who had run the land under King William, the fireâ€"breathing dragonslayâ€" er. More and more of his subjects lost their homes and lived on the streets. And so, although the timing may be later than sooner, I‘m betting that the Campbell family compact is about to become a thing of the past, to be replaced by our first brand new car. Dealer inquiries, especially those offering reâ€" bates and zero per cent financing, are of That way, the boss won‘t frown when I pull into a spot at the front of our building on Fairway Rd., the Cav‘s grill grinning like toothless hockey star Bobby Clarke. People won‘t joke about how I look like a question mark driving along scrunched up in the front seat. And Jordan, who is about to start talking, we don‘t want his first words to be "little light on the legroom back here, aren‘t we, Pops?" when a flying piece of eavestrough debris embedded in the front grill at 70 mph on the 401, but hey, who‘s perfect? Fact remains, we have never had a brand new car to call our own (Beth has even caught my infectious twoâ€"year disease), and we think it‘s soon about time. It‘s been a faithful little puddlejumper, too. Gone through three windshields from stone cracks, and it did cough a bit WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY APRIL 5, 1989 â€" PAGE 7 At first the people did not notice. The messengers went on singing the praises of Prince Hairdo for years. But slowly the people became unhappy. There was discontent in the land. Owning a home became unobtainable for young couples hoping to live happily ever after. The poor became poorer Farmers lost their lands to villages, or found they couldn‘t feed their families from the shillings they earned. The sick found it harder to get help. The subjects were taxed more with little to show for it. The man in charge of justice, a wise and promising savior for many, was no longer to be seen. Even the dark forces who spoiled the countryside and the trees and air and water were not banished. The trees were taken from the natives and given to the dark forces and the waters were dirtied. ‘"We need a new leader, one who is truly of the people," they began to cry. Did Prince Hairdo hear them? Only his cloistered advisors knew for sure. Thanks also to Ted Lehman and the crew at CKGL radio for joining in the fun with a great lipâ€"synch performance, and to the wonderful free spirits comâ€" prising our Fairway Group team, Mary Geisel, Donna Martin, Darlene Sauder and Shelley Kewaquom. Note to all involved: we have no plans to give up our day jobs. The event was a delightful change of pace and provided an upbeat beginning for the CCS calendar of April events. Thanks to Suzanne Kavanagh and her publicity committee for daring to be different in staging the event, to emcee Gord Smeaton of Labatt‘s for his unique brand of humor (only he understands it ). andâ€"to host Peter Cadman of Chadd‘s Dining Lounge. As promised, I made an idiot of myself during the lipâ€"synch portion of the Canadian Cancer Society‘s campaign kickâ€"off luncheon last week. course, welcome. Just something to take us from 34th to say, ninth or 10th on the If you have a ‘Do not Disturb sign hanging on your mental door knob you‘ll never read this book; others will be intrigued by it, and some will find it just what they were looking for: And. if having read it, joining with likeâ€"minded people in a loose network on a quest for better things, excites you, inquire about it I can‘t write, either... vine news of successful social experiments occurring all over the world." She writes: "Whatever the cost in personal relationships, we discover that our highest responsibility, finally. un avoidably, is the stewardship of our potential â€" being all we can be. We betray this trust at the peril of mental and physical health. At bottom, Theodore Roszak observed, most of us are ‘sick with guilt at having lived below our authentic level‘." Resource Development Institute, P . Box 642, Cambridge, NIR 5W1 Geoff Fellows operates the Human