Dawn of the Living Dead
- Through this entire season we have followed The Foundation Stone and
Dr. Steiner past all Hallows Eve, into Kamaloca, behind the
threshold, all the way into Christ and the Underworlds, and vividly
took hold of the mighty battle of the gods over the skeleton of
humanity. Now of course we are past All Souls Day, where we had
followed Judas over the threshold. It was my intention to follow the
season upon us with new insights in the workings of how the Living
and the Dead approach Spiritual Science and how cognition
experiences the flow of the year.
Now that we have passed beyond the gates of Kamaloca and are in the
Underworlds we view all the great Anthros who have taken a stand
before us. We live with their close proximity to Dr. Steiner, we
live with their style of thinking, their better courage and their
noble efforts against all odds. Great Anthros who have spoken out,
defined, opposed the mainstream of dumbed down history and science,
leaped into Waldorf Education as teachers, artists, handwork
experts, poets, scientists, playwrights and took hold of Down
Syndrome Villagers and followed the trail to the Etheric Christ
ahead of us. They delved into regions of unexplored and undigested
Consciousness Soul areas and had much less international instant
sharing of thoughts and ideas. Many are the Anthro, now over the
Threshold, that I knew, respected, talked with and admired, but
their cause and their insights work deeply into my insights. What do
the Living think of the Dead and what do the Dead think of the
"Oh, progress! Thou art forever making things better, aren't thou?
Throw out the sacred books what are they, but the thoughts of dead
imbeciles? Forget the old rules, old wives' tales, old traditions
and habits of old generations, old-timers' superstitions, the old
fuddy-duddies' doubts! We are the cleverest humans who have ever
Maybe. But if we could convene a council from the spirit world and
invite the dead to have their say, what would the corpses tell us?
Veni et vidi. Gaze on the dead, and learn their secrets. No one
seems to care about dead people. No stockbrokers ask for their
business. No politicians pander for their votes. No one cares what
they think or what they may have learned before they shucked their
They get no respect, just a quick send-off, and then they are on
their own. What did the old-timers know of war? Of politics? Of
love? Of money? If only we could ask!
Years ago, investors wanted more from a stock than just the hope
that someone might come along who was willing to pay more for it.
They wanted a stock that paid a dividend out of earnings. When heard
about a stock, they asked: "How much does it pay?" That was what
investing was all about.
But by the 1990s, the old-timers on Wall Street had almost all died
off. Stock buyers no longer cared how much the company earned or how
large a dividend it paid. All they cared about was that some greater
fool would come along and take the stock off their hands at a higher
price. And the fools rushed in. And now the market is full of
greater and greater fools who think the stock market is there to
make them rich. What would the old-timers think of them?
And what would our dead ancestors think of our mortgages? Most of
them had small mortgages, if any at all, on their homes. And if they
had them, they couldn't wait to get rid of them. (Even our own
parents held little parties to celebrate finally paying off the
mortgage on the family home.) What would our forebears think if they
were to learn that the richest generation in American history has
mortgaged a greater share of its homes than any in history? What
would they think of no-money-down mortgages, minimum payment plans,
and negative amortization schedules?
And what would the old-timers think of our government debt? The
unpaid liabilities and obligations, expressed as though they had to
be paid today, come to about $44 trillion, depending on the source
you choose to believe.
And what do the generations of Republicans, now in their graves, who
believed so strongly in balanced budgets for so many years, think of
the republicano in the White House, who has proposed the most
unbalanced budgets in history?
And what about the millions of dead Americans who immigrated to the
United States to find freedom; what do they think of the country
now? They came believing that if they minded their own business,
they would be left alone to do what they wanted. But now, every
pettifogging Pecksniff with a government service (GS) rating is on
their grandchildren's case.
And what about those millions of dead people who scrimped and saved
who got by on almost nothing so their children and grandchildren
might live free, prosperous, and independent lives? What would they
think of their descendants, so deep in debt and so dependent on
Asian lenders that they can barely pass a Chinese restaurant without
bending over and kissing the pavement?
Each generation seems to think they are the first to stand upright,
that their mothers and fathers walked on four legs and howled at the
moon! Even when the living feign admiration for same fallen
forebear, it is usually without paying of the least attention to
what the poor schmuck actually said or knew. The dead leave us their
memoirs, their gospels, their histories, and their constitutions
for what is a constitution but a pact with the dead? and we ignore
them. We seem to believe that all that they suffered, all they went
through, all the mistakes they made, hold no more interest for us
than a comment by a sunstruck contestant in a TV survival
show: "This is . . . like . . . weird . . ."