COSMIC TRANSLATION CLASS 20 - karmic car cycles The book is one written by Cliff Livingstone, titled The CliffR Project. I am in it, which is why I can refer it. The book is not yet published or online circ January 2003. Two passages are that can be read are: (http://missingmass.net/karmic.txt) (http://missingmass.net/karmicdo.txt) -------Original Message------- From: Mystery Writer Date: Thursday, November 28, 2002 11:06:44 To: Greydon Moore Subject: Re: Karma - on the go, out, back, recycled. Greydon, I'm looking forward to reading Karmic Car Cycles. Right now Clyde and I are heading out for a while and I will read it later. I am particularly interested in this because I really had a few accidents for a while, even though I think I am a good driver, ha ha. I also had much pen karma from walking away (not on purpose) with other people's pens! The ink would explode on my hands, in my purse. I am very careful with pens now. Car karma has improved too. Still I don't know what I ever did to set the bad car karma in motion, or what I have done to better it. Maybe when I read missingmass.net/karmic.txt and missingmass.net/karmicdo.txt, I will find out. Will let you know later. Mystery Writer ----- Original Message ----- From: Greydon Moore Sent: Monday, November 18, 2002 11:29 PM To: Mystery Writer Subject: Re: Karma - on the go, out, back, recycled. Hi Mystery Writer I waited a day for response on this email because it was so potent. See, how many others can reveal in a few words, a glimpse, a deep understanding of Karma and its values, nonvalues. I had long been aware of Karma per se since my early 20's (now 63) and paid usual lip service notice too it even during hippy heydays of the latter 60's where many hippies were delved well into Karma concepts I concidered these overboard and still paid only lip service. It was four years ago (1998) when my twin brother decided to sit down and start writing the book he had been secretely thinking of for years I knew nothing of this 'book' until he handed my the first finished, opening passage, called Karmic Car Cycles, and all of a sudden whoah hey this makes complete sense, it is real. You have written yesterday a similar 'hey', soooo, thought you might be interested in the Karmic Car Cycles to reafirm your affirmatives in confirmation from an outside source, this is how wisdom expands, a bit of this, a bit of that, more of this, soon enough, the wise and aware have another new wisdom. The Karmic Car Cycles in a text file (quick to load on slow modem) at: (missingmass.net/karmic.txt) There is another passage, he wrote a few months later, dealing with his favorite animal stories, it is: (missingmass.net/karmicdo.txt). Your friend Greydie/ ----- Original Message ----- From: Greydon Moore Sent: Friday, November 29, 2002 4:15 AM To: Mystery Writer Subject: Re: - Karma - on the go, out, back, recycled. You know, it is possible reading Karmic Car Cycles might just bring to mind why cause seems to have resulted in effects involving cars with you, I know I had no idea whatever about accumulating points out, points back in, when it comes to cars, until reading Karmic Car Cycles and all of a sudden numerous little mysterious from the past involving cars suddenly had explanation. Have fun reading it, feel free to understand that the writer, my twin brother, is not unlike the way he writes. Greydie/ ----- Original Message ----- From: Greydon Moore Sent: Friday, November 29, 2002 10:40 PM To: Mystery Writer Subject: Re: Please read before the "Extract" email Yes. Cliff is trying to get the book published, interesting publishing offers except all of the kind where a deposit is paid up front, the publisher promotes, then revenues are generously shared if the book takes off. Cliff's book has no evil empire content in any intent toward furthering death decay and disintigration through drugs sex and rock and roll. We like to say the book has no pussy or gunfights, like James Bond, which was a criticism levied against my writing 15 years ago who, by a one time publisher of an international ecology newspaper owner/editor who I'd asked for advice on where I might turn to get some publishing. This was before bulletin boards, before the Internet. Above you see about the only place I used the word 'death' as a statement of condition rather than an individual's fate. Forgot in mentioning before the skill in avoiding use of the word 'death', that 'demise' is my main substitute if for instance talking about someone who has glided over the hill or gone back upstairs. Birds do talk, birds who visit your yard for snacks will do everything they can to get your attention if you turn up on a mall or supermarket parking lot miles away, they make such holler you cannot help but spot where they are poised, to come flying forward the moment you see them and you know they are happily saying hello to a friend outside the friend's own territory, crows and seagulls seem best at waving to friends but red wing blackbirds also seem to carry their friendships with them wherever they go, for instance wandering many blocks from home and suddenly from out of a tall tree the hello from one or more and the moment you acknowledge back the flyby straight out of the tree toward you, or at least, take off flying somewhere so were there clamoring to say goodbye. Seagulls will glide out of their way around out of the flock and down zooming low over your head if they see you step out of your car or a store door and no one else is around with usual vibes bad enough to drive birds away, squirrels and chipmonks are the same, taking off with one loud shriek if bad vibes suddenly appear to spoil their confort zone feeling at peace in safety with you present nearby. It takes time to get used to bird signals and sounds used for communication. A sudden particularly loud bird whistle or chirp seeming to be straight in your ears (actually as if straight into your head) is a bird's way of directing its vibration along with its sounds straight to you. Touching one shoulder with your chin, then the other, is the universal greeting in birdland. You see birds tapping a branch or a wing and scientists think they are scenting but what it is is birds signalling that here intermixing of species is safe, it is a universal signal which as far as I know all birds use. When you signal back, after a bird has signalled for instance by touching a branch, watch how keen and eager they can become about you, hopes not too high though they still like to keep their distance although for instance bluejays even robins can come in much closer and seem comfortable as long as you do not make sudden moves or try to move in too close birds perfer to do the moving according to their own heeds of safety and warning. Greydie/ -------Original Message------- From: Mystery Writer Date: Friday, November 29, 2002 19:32:14 To: Greydon Moore Subject: Please read before the "Extract" email Greydon, I have had to work last night and all day on cell phones, laptops, PC's, and regular phones. Happily I had the two sites you sent me to go to when I just couldn't take techno-babble any longer (Some of it I just don't understand, so I say, "uh huh", and pretend I do just to make it stop). Anyway, the writing on the cars and the animals was light and happy and nice to read, and it is UNBELIEVABLE how much I learned about myself car-wise. I did not read everything, but as much as I could fit between all the work. I also had to go out and get things for work today too, and do you know what i noticed? I am not a conscious driver. Even when I wrote to you last night that I didn't know what set my bad car karma into motion, a little voice (that seemed located in the back of my neck now that I think of it!) said, You don't pay attention. You don't pay attention. You DO NOT pay attention." That is my biggest problem. Even the incident where the girl kicked my car was due to the fact that I was smiling at the dog, but being totally unaware of the effect I was having on one of the humans. That was sort of car karma too. At one point today, I tried to go through a yellow light, realized I couldn't make it, and screeched to a stop, drawing unhappy and well-deserved 'looks' from other drivers. (this is why I hate the work world. I feel rushed too much. I have to learn to keep inner peace here too.) Now I would work hard NOT to do that again, simply because it would scare other people. Lessons like that make me work backwards. In order not to screech like that again, I cannot speed toward lights, so this will make me search more for peace and relaxation. How could I have not thought of that before? Furthermore, my karma seemed to return more quickly this day, simply because I caught all my 'bad' actions mentally. At one point I said to I-don't-know-who, "I'm sorry. Can we skip the karma for what I just did?" But it came soon anyway. Thank you to you and your brother for a healthy dose of awareness. Now onto birds! Both you and your brother should definitely publish more. About 2 weeks ago I said to Clyde that I found it hard to believe birds just chirped. They HAVE to be actually talking because their sounds are so animated and varied. It was nice seeing you both thought that way. I totally believe you communicate with birds. I talk to the fish in my tank, and they respond, even after being fed -- so I know it's not just 'hunger' that looks like communication. I can feel the connection. The squirrel and chipmunk stories were adorable too. You sound like you both get along really well... What a nice bunch of memories in those two sites. -------Original Message------- From: Mystery Writer Date: Saturday, November 30, 2002 08:15:15 To: Greydon Moore Subject: Bird signals Do you signal back in the same way? (head touch to each shoulder)? I have noticed some of the things you mentioned, but not all. I will look for them. My father was an avid bird watcher and would sometimes take me with him. Some of my earliest memories are of him gazing upward, sometimes through binoculars. We also always had bird seed out, so could watch them from the back porch. I like squirrels but my parents used to chase them away because they ate all the bird seed! I think you can just leave out pea nuts for them and the bird seed will be second choice. (insert) I signal by touching my shoulder with my chin, both shoulders, all the time, and have a characteristic whistle for birds. I believe I mentioned it in an earlier email but don't know where, that I used to think it was necessary to mimic each kind of bird's whistle as best I could and as you can image many birdees are impossible, but then, the sparrows living in my yard every summer taught me along with other birds visiting them as friends, that my whistle was mine just like any other birdtalk so now I use only one kind of whistle for everything from sparrows and jays to crows, morning doves are different I hear one calling a long distance away and answering as best I can in morning dove lingo out the long distance perch comes the dove to land closer even almost overhead sometimes, the dove moving in often the moment I first respond in birdtalk or signalling safety with a touch of chin to each shoulder. It seems cardinals expecially males like to conceal and blast straight at you, if you can spot their conceal the game is done fun is happened and likely as not the cardinal comes zooming straight toward you to skim past close enough to cause your eyes to zigzag keeping in focus the speed of the bird as it zooms past at seeming supersonic speed. Two winters ago, after a several week period of warm and slow melt conditions a sudden deep freeze one afternoon a huge racket out the side door of the condo and there were a school of nearly a dozen cardinals both male and female on the power wires and one in a tree the closest out on a branch to the door it could get and they stayed their as my giant head filled the window of the sidedoor, immediately I had great urgency to find food, by the time I found something ready to take out, the birds had all gone. Until then, I did not know cardinals could fly in flocks. Now here is a story of how interspecies love one another, serve one another. Out back on a very tall pole is a very old birdhouse, been there for years, is starting to tilt. Sparrows use its several holes every year for nesting. This summer me in the kitchen puttering a sudden panic rise of bedlam in the back from birdnoise and looking out saw all of the sparrows taken to the cedar hedge and others moving in from far distances, as a big cow bird was atop the birdhouse trying to stick its beak into one of the holes. All of a sudden, from a far distance away over bungalow rooftops I saw a starling winging this way with the wings of a jet fighter, the starling vectoring at a shallow angle straight to the cow bird without veering an inch just as collision was imminent the cow bird took off and vanished over the top of tall trees in the yard behind, at which instant the starling veered off did a complete u-turn and beat the wings at exactly the same rate of speed flying exactly in the direction from which it had come, vanishing over a roof top several houses away, deed done. Wow, I thought, that was Class! and since then have had a far more reassuring feeling that birds may not be as much victims of the world's fiends as many think they are. Birds love one another, serve one another, even between species. I will tell you about how the St. Bernard got big white wooley around the neck in a grip that was 1/4 inch from fatal, pinning the dog to the steps and keeping it pinned motionless until the big white wooley got the message that he was not to molest little brown dog Quasar anymore whom wooley had pinned down on the same steps trying to inflict definate chew. After that, the three travelled the town as friends, prior to that Quasar was not allowed to trot or run ahead of the big white wooley who had that terrible thing known as territorial. When finally snarl came to manipulation over who has to be first, the big old Saint Bernard set the record straight. After that Quasar still a pup a year and a half old had equal rights when all three chased a girlie in heat in a car travelling by at high speed up the street, then returned exhausted an hour later after the car had continued through town girlie still wafting heat out the window, for instance. As predictable as morning and sunshine, the three would come back around the corner after the car chase was over, after the Saint Bernard set the record straight that his pal Quasar was NOT to be harmed. Before that, it was Quasar constantly being picked on, and the day Quasar nipped back and wooley decided it was time to give Quasar what he had coming for what he'd done, in rushed big Saint Bernard in the nick of time. Sounds something like the old wild west, doesn't it. Who knows, meybe those old cowboys were reincarnated dogs after all, as hindus believe. Of course not me, I don't believe it. (-finished-) greydie@look.com