COSMIC TRANSLATION CLASS 8 - interesting dog and amimal stories that teach A few of these email passages appear in other folios in other themes. Dates are not perfectly chronological since an earlier date has sometimes been used to send later email, emails and their dates in between skipped. -------Original Message------- From: Mystery Writer Date: Friday, November 08, 2002 16:28:01 To: Greydon Moore Subject: **SPAM** Re: No sheep here - It's funny that you mentioned stepping on dog tails makes you feel guilty. I tend to be a little clumsy and have done that more than once. I once read that, paraphrased, "A dog (or pet) instinctively knows the difference between an accidentally inflicted pain (like if you trip over them) and an intentional or cruel infliction of pain." I wear those stupid giant clunky heels and, not knowing my friend's cat was standing right behind me like a millimeter behind my leg I stepped back and heard a horrible hiss. I had nipped the cat's paw with my heel. I just about bawled like a 2-year old, apologized profusely to the cat, kissed it and held it (despite my allergy to cats!), and then took my asthma medicine! Do you know what that cat did? A few minutes later he came over and licked my arm over and over as if to say, "It's okay. I forgive you." I had never seen anything like that it was so sweet. ----- Original Message ----- From: Greydon Moore Sent: Saturday, November 09, 2002 12:53 AM To: Mystery Writer Subject: Re: no question that animals understand. First, apologies humble humble cringe cringe I forgot to remove *spam*' from emails to you. Secondly: The fact that dogs and animals know who their friends are is definately worth comprehension. I have never worn spikes so have never spiked a paw but have backstepped onto more than one wearing running shoes or sandles, invariably the reaction is oh sorry didn't mean to are you okey, etc. I did a cat this summer, accidently backstepped and there it was where it apparently always was according to friends who were temporarily taking care of it. Screeetch went the cat limping away a few steps then darted under the patio, as I got closer intent on making sure the cat knew I had had no malevolent intentions the cat just promptly moved back into hiding deeper under the patio. 15 minutes later me inside sitting in a soft chair purr purr purr is the cat and we are 100 percent friends again. I used to notice when for instance backstepping on a dog's paw, or tail, that the instant I went into high gear in appology the dog was right forward nose right to my face staring me in the eyes to see if I had meant it and seeing no, immediately there after went into forgiveness modes lick lick excited etc. When a dog has accidenly nipped me it is the same the dog instantly in my face besearching urgently that I understand it was an accident. I used to instinctively know these things when a kid, than came to see the events actually happen when awareness in consciousness had expanded enough to make those wide ranging reaches in the 'instincts' actually percieved as events. I once saw a black laborador dog put the clamps on our small brown african bush dog so intensly that big Mac the farmer holding Rily up in the air, and me holding the little dog up in the air, and both of us doing our utmost to try and unclamp Rily's jaws, to no avail, for about 5 minutes Rily had that huge head firmly clamped on the little dog's neck. Finally, Rily let go, slowly, you could tell Rily was being cautious as to see if it was a safe thing to do or not. I swooped up the little dog down the stairs out of the barn into the car for safekeeping, windows open enough to let in air, closed enough to keep the big dog out. About 15 minutes later it was time to leave the corn farm. I hopped into the car and from out of nowhere was Rily, the big black lab, standing up at my window, peering in urgently at Quasar to see if the little brown dog was okey. There was no question the regret in the big dog's eyes. There was no question Rily still wanted to be friends. When I saw that (about 13 years ago), I knew my perceptions about dogs and me 'n accidents was a very real and very large part of Earth concerns. So see the same, as revealed in your story about spiking the dog with shoes. The more of these items you can percieve as understandings and not just instinct the more you will be phasing out of the earth circus into a higher Reality beingess state and this state brings anyone inexorably closer to states in the heavenly realms, otherwise known as the higher dimensions. Someday you just might (shall probably surely) find yourself passing on information to others who are looking for realms you have come to know (understand) but for which they have no answers. As for a place to go on earth for information and answers, you might find some place with some information, I know that attempts have been made (even in this millenium) to get source distributors going but the attempt are short lived shiftly as the earthly authority structures move in who want everyone to have no other beliefs or attitudes then to acknowledge they are superior. There, how do you think I did with this above expanation. I have been finding that in answering your emails, information flows without hardships or strain and I am writing about matters or concerns I have not ever written prior, or had tried with very limited success, or had only being informed intuitively until finding need for ways to express in word form. Thought you should know that at least for me your emails are extremely provocatively productive. Greydie -------Original Message------- From: Mystery Writer Date: Monday, November 11, 2002 18:04:32 To: Greydon Moore Subject: **SPAM** Re: no question that animals understand. (insert) *Spam* arbitrarily inserted in incoming email subject lines in error of blocking unwanted porn and other evil empire solicitations, has become such an incredible psychic imposition, just look at the mental efforts concentrated on re-assuring email friends that accident 'reply' of the same subject line but with *spam* unnoticed included, is but a small expample of how evil empire tries covering its gasps with masking tape without trying to subdue the problem. (end insert) Hi again! No problem with **SPAM** in subject line. After your explanation a while back I know it is not there because you received it from me, so I hardly notice it. I hope you & your brother do get to see the November meteors this year. Clyde and I brought our dogs last year (4:00 a.m..!), and one of them actually noticed up at a couple! We also missed these before because of cloudy weather, so I hope the skies are clear this year. I hope the (your?) little brown dog, Quasar (great name!), was okay after that incident with the lab. There was a news story recently about a woman in New England who's little dog was also chomped by a dog that would not let go. This woman bit the dog on the neck who would not let go, and that's what made it stop biting her dog!! I don't know if I would have that courage. I'm glad to hear that I am not the only one who has inadvertently stepped on an animal. In fact, my shoes were worst than spikes (or thin heels), which I've never really liked or worn. Mine look like men's shoes with a big giant wide heel like men's shoes have, but 2-3 inches higher! Horrid things, but I want to be tall and look less fat (yes, an inferiority complex haunts me from time to time) and those are the only things besides thin spikes that add height. In fact when I see big fat heels on others, I think they look comical (like clown shoes!:) and you would think I would stop wearing them. Sorry to keep rambling about something so dumb, but I thought of something to make myself feel better: Maybe my fat heeled shoes are actually less pain-causing than thin spiky heels, which seem worst for causing pain to the one who is stepped upon, because all the weight is focused in one tiny heel. The portion of my fat GIANT heel that hurt the little cat was perhaps not as bad -- at least that is what I would like to believe, even if I suspect I am fooling myself. Nevertheless, it was so nice to have the cat's forgiveness, and now when I am over my friends' home, I either wear different shoes, or take off my shoes. I never want that to happen again. Wow, I found it hard to believe when you said you are writing "about matters or concerns I have not ever written prior" because from your web sites you seemed like one of the few people (besides Clyde, my sister, and my psychic friend Lorel) who even thought about "higher frequencies". (Name...'s) non-belief" bothers him and he is at least searching and trying to be open minded). For myself, I don't understand why the whole world doesn't talk like this. When we first discovered your web sites we thought, FINALLY a person who seems to resonate spirituality, not just dry information ... which is why we tried to contact you since early 2000. Clyde tried to call you once at a number you had posted on one of your sites, but there was no answer or answering machine (Your the only other person besides us who did not have an answering machine, we were happy to discover). We sometimes try to talk like this with other relatives or friends -- say, bringing up that dogs/cats sense intention. People will agree, but no one seems to like to expound or 'hover' on certain subjects. Conversation is often dry. We notice that one relative, although a good person, often stops the conversation from going further by saying, "Whatever.", and so we resign ourselves to it. Not with you! Clyde wants to know if you have any pictures of Quasar. Mystery Writer ----- Original Message ----- From: Greydon Moore Sent: Tuesday, November 12, 2002 1:13 AM To: Mystery Writer Subject: Re: Quasar photos Hi. Quasar can be seen in visitastronomy.com/3d-image.htm visitastronomy.com/miscell4.htm First is Quasar trotting up the street, second is quasar having that look turned aside spotting the camera because he knows what the camera flash is going to be like - blast! Quasar was 14 1/2 when is succumbed to dog time. He was a 3 month old pup when arrived home from the pound. My brother had gone to make a selection when he and I decided it was time to have a dog sharing the house, and as groovy as the other dogs were, instead of mindless making noise or trying to claw out of the catch one little guy slid foreward on his bum to the front of the cage and stared intently at my twin brother. Thus he arrived home. No one had any idea what his name was. 2 days after arrival, the tv on, I made a remark about a quasar which had just been shown on tv and when the word 'quasar' was said the pup was instantly attentive and that was his name has he never missed after that first time, quas, pal, guy, pup, all of these names he also quickly learned seems he responded by the voice inflections knowing when he was being spoken to regardless of name used while also cataloguing these names as words, regardless of who pronounced them, since he knew they meant himself. However, Quasar is the name he chose for himself. Greydie. -------Original Message------- From: Mystery Writer Date: Tuesday, November 12, 2002 07:57:21 To: Greydon Moore Subject: Re: Quasar photos I just went to visitastronomy.com/3d-image.htm via Internet Explorer, and since my PC is slow, it is taking time to download the site, so I'll write while waiting for Quasar pics. It's funny, Clyde chose one of our dogs, Sweetie, for the same reason your brother chose Quasar. She shyly greeted him instead of jumping and yowling! I didn't want to be in on the choosing because I would not have been able to make a decision, and might have taken a few, then been dismissed by our landlord. You must be wonderful owners to have had a dog live so long. ----- Original Message ----- From: Greydon Moore Sent: Tuesday, November 12, 2002 11:15 AM To: Mystery Writer Subject: Re: Quasar photos You are right about Clyde, I would not have been able to make an easy dog choice because I would have wanted to take home all the dogs eagerly at me in the pound. It has happened that we have chosen over the years, to rent from someone we know, or from management who allow pets. Can't stand intolerant arbitrary rules for instance no pets, will not live under such circumstances, the idea of leashes and leash laws irks me no end what other life form has moved into our homes and made themselves members of the family but dogs. Cats yes, but dogs even take on household chores and I am sure if they physically knew how what with paws and all they would even do the dishes and be making dinner. Quasar a couple of times when he was still a pup sorted the landry, every item during the night including bedding moved out into a pile in a hall every piece neatly piled in the middle of the floor, the second time pairs of sneakers lined up perfectly matched left to right toes pointing the same way perfectly lined up not a single error in pointing them in pairs including correct left/right combos along the edge of this second remade huge pile of clothing, towels, bedding. I have wondered if events so beyond the norm as this for a dog might be a friendly host momentarily visiting through the dog and revealing how higher actions can occur in positive ways projected through lower level life forms. I like to think this way but have no empirical proof of course can't because belief and faith are so much of the content of these events, made easier by the fact of seeing is believing. (insert) I did once I believe experience a dog's vision and how dog's see everything. I had gone out half asleep for a moment under a nice shady wild cherry tree a short jaunt north of Edmonton at a small lake for an all day picnic with a Reality aware handful, in my rest against the tree awakening began to take over my relaxation I opened my eyes, and there coming straight toward me a medium sized dog a few more steps, pause, then steady right up to say hello and what I had seen is me under the tree, surrounding me in the brightest area at the tree me in the middle an increasingly hazy brightly colored aura spreading out and radiating, more than that, me and the tree and the aura had been moving toward the dog in slow haulting intervals matching the dog's paces the dog itself only a persona in the same way I percieve myself. What this means is that dogs see perception as motion toward, rather than noving foreward to stationary targets as we do. The dog's perception is the same in Reality where motions move toward the observer and the observer motionless is able to monitor everything happening around the motion more diligently dismissing that not meaningful to the exact focus in central point of view, as was me focused in central focus in central point of view in the dog as the dog approached. It was me who moved to the dog moving to me. Somehow, that day, the dog had projected inner vision straight into me the way higher dimension beings project images of their selves into those on Earth at their meeting. Jesus in the garden after the short circuit projected, we know this because others there did not see anyone other than themselves, only those with whom Jesus met saw him as if he was really there. In this case it was not the persona of himself projected into the reciever, it was a projection of the persona itself in marantia form that the handful saw as the golden etheric Reality being at that time named Jesus. (end insert) -------Original Message------- From: Mystery Writer Date: Thursday, November 14, 2002 08:28:03 To: Greydon Moore Subject: Re: Quasar photos Greydon, The laundry-shoe sorting story makes me want to try this plan I have had: I wanted to line up pieces of cardboard with the alphabet on them, and teach Sweetie to pull out the letters that spell her name (of course I'd have to make 3 "e's"!). I have never followed through on this, but now I am more likely to try it. I know what you mean about leash laws. The only reason I do like them is for safety, since Detroit steel has no mercy on these precious creatures and irresponsible owners would have a field day. Sadly, most owners don't ingratiate themselves enough with their dogs to inspire the dogs to stay by their side; hence leashes seem like a this-world neccessity. We don't believe in collars, but have found harnesses a little more humane when walking our pups. Like you, we rent ONLY dog-friendly places. What you wrote here has brought me to another whole different topic I have wanted to discuss with you: "I have wondered if events so beyond the norm as this for a dog might be a friendly host momentarily visiting through the dog and revealing how higher actions can occur in positive ways projected through lower level life forms." I will have to save it as I am on my way to the vet to get Little Bear arthritis medicine right now, so will talk to you next time. (No travel news yet). Mystery Writer ... insert quasar and his backyard leash solution ... also the day quasar found my missing pair of shoes ... plus evil empire intrusion the day I was being arrested for not signing a $3,500 dog running loose complaint when just as we me and the bylaw officer at my condo front door were waiting for police to arrive down the stairs comes a sheepy looking Quasar having been trapped behind a door upstairs which kept being closed but not latching by winds through an open window, Quasar had finally got a claw in the door crack enough to pry it open and downstairs he came 3/4 of an hour after getting trapped by miscellaneous winds. When the snappy uniformed bylaw guy departed in relief immediately after (he had not wanted to make the arrest since we were good neighbors in the condo) Quasar got me to follow him back up the stairs into the room that had trapped him, as I entered I could see at once that the door was staying shut by firm wind pressures and marvelled at how he had managed to get himself out of the trap though getting out had taken 3/4 of an hour from start to finish, the whole time the bylaw guy and myself had argued at the front door in louder and louder voices loud enough that finally bylaw called cops to do dirty work, dirty dissolved in 1/10th of a second flat by truth, Quasar was real and existed in my home, not mythically racing the busy four lanes trying to eat cars, a lookalike and I nearly went to jail for it. Evil empire, eh. from: missingmass.net/dogs.txt ...........back in the condo 15 years earlier something unusual happened again, a tabby cat in the next door condo had kittens and was not getting enough because she was coming into my place several times a day prowling around for whatever she could coax or find. Quasar - a part Bijinge who barked - always aware of the cat prowling, kept a wary eye only on his Gains Burgers which Quasar typically nibbled off and on rather than downing the whole thing in one gulp. One day some money had come in, meaning a pizza blowout, two giant large with extra cheese and more toppings. Quasar's share was cut into small squares on a plate on the living room floor, because Quasar would not tackle a whole slice unless it was cut into the right size chunks. As Quasar did one chunk of pizza, then another, in came the tabby through the door on a slow slink toward the plate. Oohoo thought I a bit alarmed since Quasar and the tabby you could not say were the best of friends, she always waved a broom rake made of claws whenever she wanted to move Quasar out of the way. She came over ever so slowly toward the edge of the plate, a motion of Quasar's snout so slight to be hardly seen, wait a minute, a chunk of pizza had just glided across the plate to the opposite side where the cat looking like Garfield ears straight forward was coming to a stop. The moment the first chunk of pizza went down the cat a second came skidding to a stop from across the plate where Quasar had just again used his nose. The cat had three chunks which seemed enough and departed very much in business to get back to the basketful next door, Quasar finishing off the last chunks left and that is how Quasar helped feed the kittens. Please note dogs like this had never been ordered, commanded, demanded to obey, hit with a roll of newspaper or on the snout, not a single act of hostility or harm had ever been directed to either dog. Luke was before the era of leashes. Quasar was in the early days of leash-em-up but had not ever been on the rope until about 6 years old when others at the condo complex began wondering why Quasar was not noosed when their dogs were at all times. It was a question of complying with the bylaw, a warning, then a fine, then another, then extreme threat of $3,500 and or a half year in jail resulted in the rope. On day one whenever Quasar wanted to go out on calls I paused him and on went the 48 foot rope around his neck. On day two it was completely different me in the chair watching TV suddenly there is Quasar standing in front of me the rope dangling from his teeth, thereafter whenever Quasar wanted to go out the open patio door to the great nearby beyond he would go outside get the rope first and bring it to me, the rope more than long enough for Quasar to get out to the great cedar trees beyond the missing gate to check out the overnight rainshower of new calling cards left by dogs whizzing by. The rope worked just fine, as long as Quasar was happy. The plain fact is this dog's neck was just too thick. Head down, one paw on the rope and Quasar was trotting away free whenever this thinker wanted to tag onto another dog or one of the nearby humans who was one of his many friends. Then, believe it or not in he would come carrying the rope so I could slip it over his neck again. Back out he would go playing the rope to its 48 foot end then soon enough back in for nap time, the rope lying out in the yard. (back in December 2002) The searching through 46 gigs of hard drive has had no luck in 3/4 hour. I am missing a passage about Quasar finding three pairs of missing shoes in one search, first an old pair behind the chair in which I was sitting, the second partially hidden over against the wall, the third upstairs behind a door at the end of a long corridor these the third pair were the missing mine the pair I could not find till finally sitting down and talking to the dog just to talk, asking Quasar if he knew where my pair of shoes were, immediately to the first pair nose pointed down, very well done I said to Quasar surprised that he had found a pair so quickly ,and all I had done, is ask as if human to human. No not those said I letting him know I thought he had done a bit of real good dog. Straight to the wall went he and stood looking at me so intently I came right over to see partially hidden the other second pair. Again it was me telling pooch how much I thought this was beyond what dogs would do. I sat immediately Quasar was slowly on the way upstairs slow as if thinking. I curious to max by this time had no choice but to follow by the time I got upstairs there was Quasar inside my room showing the pair which was accidently concealed there. Well, best news all around is I had my shoes he'n me out the door we went which was the plan all along. (insert) I do not think I will have to continue looking for a missing passage about shoes, the above tells the story details came back the moment I started writing notes explaining how a story about Quasar finding shoes might not happen. (insert) I have a whole new language. The reason why there is a language compacted that much without having to tell using a lot of extras is, the whole lot of extras are a sea surrounding the inner single eye where what is correctly seen is constantly bombarded by telepathic hits that blurr there are so many, ranging from the egos of the dark mass consciousness of earth comprising the sea. The expression 'On The Sea Of Discovery' can mean seeing in single eye perspective that a sea of mass consciousness is surrounding your private thoughts. That is the start, later the sea is no longer visible or immediately present out there where before, then the single eye can see without restraint both upwards in frequencies into Reality, and downward in frequencies into the hell of Earth. (-finshed-) greydie@look.com