Last letters from the living dead manHatch, David Patterson (Spirit)
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Last letters from the living dead man
Hatch, David Patterson (Spirit)
Spirit writings; Spiritualism; World War, 1914-1918 -- Miscellanea
Can you buy a pound of butter and be certain that you get sixteen full
ounces? Can you buy a pound of meat and be sure that the scales are
true?
A new race is being born. Begin with those children, and teach them
honesty before you teach them geography--honesty with the parents,
honesty with each other, honesty with themselves. “As the twig is bent
the tree inclines.”
When I was a little boy I was taught that George Washington could not
tell a lie. I had an ideal of George Washington. I wanted to emulate
him. And so when I was a man I sought truth. I looked for it on the
surface of the ground, and also in deep wells. Once I spent years
in the wilderness trying to find truth in myself. I remained in the
wilderness until I found it. Had I not found it, I should have left my
bones there.
You need a new set of copy-book maxims. If the boy who writes “Honesty
is the best policy” at school in the morning, sees in the afternoon his
father trying to trade a balky horse for a good roadster, he wonders
if his teacher is fooling him. The disillusionment of children is
tragic with menace for the coming State. I would rather see reproach
in the eyes of an Adept Teacher than in the eyes of a child. If I fail
my Teacher I do not hurt him seriously, if I fail my child I hurt him
irreparably.
You must face the fact that the life of America is going to be
reorganized.
You have wondered why I have not written of late. I have been busy,
studying America. I have seen much that I can tell you, and much that
I cannot tell you--yet. For I want you to be quiet. You could not be
quiet if you knew as much as I know.
It has been said that necessity knows no law. Forget it not, you
war-profiteers who would corner the world’s necessities. Remember that
a cornered animal is dangerous, and a cornered necessity has hoofs and
horns.
There is a disease that has no name among the doctors--the disease of
colossal possessions. Its symptoms are a voracious appetite for more
possessions, and a phobia lest possessions should be lost. It is worse
than neuralgia and indigestion combined to disturb the rest of the
victim.
I long to see a hundred million and more people living in peace and
plenty in America.
Fanatics prattle about the confiscation of great fortunes. I do not
care so much what you do with your fortunes. But I care much what you
do with your land and your food, and I care more what you do with your
men and women and little children.
Do not get into a panic, I pray you. A panic is worse than a quicksand
to get into. Keep calm. The country is in no danger, if it does not
lose its head.
LETTER XII
LEVEL HEADS
_May 15, 1917._
DO not get excited, you Americans. If you keep your heads, you will
come through this all right. If you lose your heads, you may lose much
besides--you may lose more than you can win back in a hundred years.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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