
First published in Daily Tribune under Anthony Vivero's Vibes and Vision dated August 10, 2009.
Many call it the "Spirit of Ninoy," some the "Spirit of Edsa." Still others call it the "Magic of Cory." But there are those who would say it is the "Spirit of the Divine."
Former President Corazon Aquino’s passing led to many emotional outbursts, and last Wednesday proved just how much was felt by Filipinos for the late icon of democracy. The outpouring of support, compassion and true grief was also called by many names, but I am certain many still do not understand the real meaning of the event.
Allow me to share a a different point of view — neither political nor personal, but mainly universal truth and the existence of what we call "Spirit."
People are still fervently talking about the Cory Phenomenon, the Cory Spirit or Cory Magic. Some of those who used to work with the late President spoke of her disciplined work ethic, sharing stories of their personal relationship with her during those times. Cory’s friends spoke lovingly of her as their friend, classmate and kumare. Cory was consistent in her humility, down-to-earth character and attitude. Her family tearfully narrated how loving Cory was as a mother, sister, grandmother, aunt and many more.
Those who don’t know her personally believe that we owe her the democracy and freedom we now enjoy because media and the older generation said so. All fall short of the truth. So, next acceptable word, if you don’t agree with the first, is "Magic." Unfortunately, I don’t believe in magic and other things that cannot be explained. Somehow, I am sure we can arrive at a more acceptable explanation.
My experience
I actively participated in the first Edsa revolution, not because I was a member of any militant group or any other association. I went there on my own volition simply because I wanted change. I also went to the wake of Ninoy, which left an impact on me.
My consciousness changed when I saw the lifeless body of Ninoy at the Sto. Domingo Church. Questions surged in my head, and they seemed unanswerable at that moment. I wasn’t even sure of the questions flowing through my mind. All I knew was that I felt something was wrong and, sooner than later, all would be better. A feeling of calmness enveloped me after that agitated sensation. They somehow soothed my inner feelings. We know now what happened next, and the rest is history as we know it now.
After everything that transpired, from Ninoy’s death, to the snap elections, the rallies and the revolutions, most of us went back to our daily routines and left everything to our leaders. In the process, we blamed them for their faults and shortcomings and praised them if we happened to personally gain from their acts. Most of us did, whether you honestly accept this truth or not. But this is a national fact.
When Cory died, I really cried. I tried to control my feelings, but I was unable to. I could not understand why. People cried because of a sense of sympathy for the family, or perhaps they were carried away by the atmosphere of grief and loss. Mine was different.
Friends invited me to go with them to the funeral, and asked me to use special connections so we could have VIP passes. I was tempted to do it, but eventually opted to just watch the funeral on television. I even made myself busy by working on my tasks with our Homeowners Association, just to avoid going to the memorial. Our subdivision was going to be affected by the traffic created by the funeral procession for President Cory, our area being around Sucat, ParaƱaque. Working with the security and with some homeowners, kept me occupied for a long while.
My family and friends decided to go to Manila Memorial to watch the procession and pay their last respects to our late President. I drove them myself to the memorial and went back home, only to find myself back on the streets when the funeral convoy was about to reach the Sucat exit. There I decided that I would just wave the "Laban" sign and chant "Cory" for the last time. I preferred to be alone, but I was surrounded by several younger people whom I didn’t know personally. These young ones were not even born when Edsa I was happening. They went for the experience, without understanding what we all went through in the past with Cory.
As the truck bearing her coffin neared our area, the chanting grew louder and everyone started to get into a festive mood — noisy and loud. When the hearse passed by in front of us, everyone fells silence, cameras stopped clicking and flashing, and everyone stood still. I was frozen myself. Not until Cory’s cortege completely disappeared from our view were we able to regain our consciousness.
I went home and watched the rest of the funeral proceedings on television, but the experience needed an answer and I decided to seek it via the spiritual realm. I did meditation.
The true spirit
What the Aquino family, friends and associates feel is understandable. We can also comprehend the way opportunists are using Cory’s death as mileage for their personal ambitions. Even the emotions of the so-called ordinary Edsa veterans can be explained: The central figure of that era is dead.
But how can you explain the fervor of the young generation? They were mesmerized, many of them shedding tears. It was not because of the emotional speeches, the songs, or the end of ideals. The reason seems unexplainable.
Like all famous men and women who walked on earth, Cory’s greatness rubs on all of us because within our spirit there is a good side and a bad side. We are capable of being good and being bad anytime we desire to be either. Some of these great men and women of our past history became prominent either from unavoidable circumstances or were chosen to lead, but all were moved to action by the good spirit within.
Great men and women are those who choose to lead a collective consciousness of goodness within. It is a choice that leaders of generations make after experiencing the bad. It is a cycle of good and bad times. And it is the good spirit within us that moves us all and not just one person. In the case of the Philippines, it was not Cory alone, but the spirit of goodness within us. We forget that we are connected spiritually and Cory is an icon to look up to — the symbol of that kindness within.
What is the good spirit within? It is unselfishness, it is thinking of others before oneself, sacrificing even one’s own happiness so others may live with dignity. It is love for others even if they will never acknowledge what you have done.
The Bible tells us so, and the teachings of other religious denominations, gurus and masters remind us of it all the time, but very few heed these reminders or live by it. Cory was different, and we are grateful that we experienced one in our lifetime. Experiencing and knowing is different from knowing and living by it. Many will talk, write and express the same ideals as Cory, but never live and die the same way.
If you are afraid to be kind, then the bad spirit rules your being. If you choose to be greedy and selfish, then you have chosen to live a life that will never bring contentment. For Cory we mourned and grieved because the symbol of kindness, love and sincerity had died. And while there will be many who will choose to bury the good spirit within us all with Cory and live in fear, uncertainty, greed and selfishness, many others will carry the spirit of goodness within themselves and spread it in their communities.
What we should do
Politicians in Congress and local government are all making a move to make Cory a hero, and religious people are thinking of making her a saint. All these are not bad, but that is not the spirit of Cory, the spirit of good within us.
Politicians, instead of filing a bill to make Cory a hero, change a street name, or build a monument and a park named after her, should look and find that kindness within their hearts. It is about time they acted truly as servants of the people — service first before self. Beautiful parks and lofty titles for Cory will not make our lives better.
Religious people, instead of declaring another saint to be prayed to, should look for the spirit within and the divinity that comes with it. They should make the supreme sacrifice of feeling the true feelings of the people. Christ, as well as Cory, was never selective in his choice of people, issues, places and scenarios. Live with the people, be with the people, feel what they feel and soon, schools and hospitals run by the religious will be more compassionate, the same compassion showed by Cory — the spirit of Cory. For instance, lowering their fees and dues would be more beneficial to all than making Cory a saint. Hospitals have charity wards but do they get the same treatments as in the pay wards? With lesser hospital bills, there will be less charity ward patients. That is the Cory spirit that we are trying to tell the compassionate hearts, the loving spirits.
For the common Filipinos, be honest; make a daily act of kindness to other people that you see on the streets, and in your neighborhood. You don’t need to be a president, a politician, a leader, or a member of a group. Cory was never any of these when she started, but was simply a citizen who found it in her heart to do small acts of kindness and sacrifices for others. You don’t need to be rich, famous and powerful to love — just be kind and honest and tap the good spirit within.
Indeed, it was the spirit within us that was the magic we all felt and saw. The spirit of goodness will always be alive, but then so will the bad. We must choose wisely.
Let us not bury the spirit of goodness with Cory. Let’s live our daily lives doing acts of random kindness and the Philippines will be great again. Filipinos will be proud citizens of the world again.
The spirit never dies, it is immortal. It is a choice. Though it is relative indeed, but as a general rule, if it is for the true betterment of others, then it is good. If you act with the intention to gain something for self, then it is the spirit of greed, the spirit of bad.
Cory never died, because Cory is not just a name, she is an icon of the good spirit within us that brings forth the goodness within all of us.

