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Harvestable Dog - AnthroHeart - 10-24-2015
I'm not sure if my dog is 3D harvestable. He still fights with other dogs he doesn't know.
I would have thought if I invested myself in him enough, he should be chill in all circumstances with other dogs.
I can't really take him to the vet because he'll try to attack other dogs there.
RE: Harvestable Dog - Jade - 10-24-2015
Being extremely irritable around others of its species sounds pretty human to me.
RE: Harvestable Dog - Nicholas - 10-24-2015
(10-24-2015, 10:37 AM)Bring4th_Jade Wrote: Being extremely irritable around others of its species sounds pretty human to me.
Big lol!
RE: Harvestable Dog - anagogy - 10-24-2015
(10-24-2015, 10:29 AM)IndigoGeminiWolf Wrote: I'm not sure if my dog is 3D harvestable. He still fights with other dogs he doesn't know.
I would have thought if I invested myself in him enough, he should be chill in all circumstances with other dogs.
I can't really take him to the vet because he'll try to attack other dogs there.
Well 3D harvestability is not the same as 4D harvestability. He doesn't have to be chill with other dogs to be harvestable 3rd density, just has to achieve some consistent level of self awareness.
RE: Harvestable Dog - The_Tired_Philosopher - 10-25-2015
(10-24-2015, 10:37 AM)Bring4th_Jade Wrote: Being extremely irritable around others of its species sounds pretty human to me.
(10-24-2015, 08:02 PM)Nicholas Wrote:(10-24-2015, 10:37 AM)Bring4th_Jade Wrote: Being extremely irritable around others of its species sounds pretty human to me.
Big lol!
(10-24-2015, 10:20 PM)anagogy Wrote:(10-24-2015, 10:29 AM)IndigoGeminiWolf Wrote: I'm not sure if my dog is 3D harvestable. He still fights with other dogs he doesn't know.
I would have thought if I invested myself in him enough, he should be chill in all circumstances with other dogs.
I can't really take him to the vet because he'll try to attack other dogs there.
Well 3D harvestability is not the same as 4D harvestability. He doesn't have to be chill with other dogs to be harvestable 3rd density, just has to achieve some consistent level of self awareness.
Probably one of the best '/thread' sequences I've ever seen xD
Jade speaks the truth, I am living proof of this
Why not accept your buddy as he is? You've probably invested great amounts of love into him.
I'm more of a cat person though so I can't offer much more thoughts here.
RE: Harvestable Dog - AnthroHeart - 10-25-2015
Yeah, I do have great love for him, and I accept him as he is.
He's a big marshmallow to me.
RE: Harvestable Dog - darklight - 03-15-2016
Maybe he will skip 3th density and join us in 4th density as superdog.
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RE: Harvestable Dog - Parsons - 03-16-2016
When you create an environment for a 2D "pets" to not constantly worry about food, water, and shelter, you free up the 'lower' needs, which creates a greater potential for thinking of needs beyond basic survival. It may be challenging or impossible to recognize for sure due to language barriers, but does it seem like your dog exhibits signs of abstract thought?
Quote:19.11 Questioner: Can you tell me how this new bodily complex was suited to third-density lessons and what those lessons were?I get the sense that it is quite common for pets to be 3D harvestable as long as the 'owner' (steward) cares for and attempts to interact with it on a level outside of ONLY providing food, water, and shelter. I would imagine this is especially true of intelligent mammals.
Ra: I am Ra. There is one necessity for third density. That necessity is self-awareness, or self-consciousness. In order to be capable of such, this chemical complex of body must be capable of the abstract thought. Thus, the fundamental necessity is the combination of rational and intuitive thinking. This was transitory in the second-density forms operating largely upon intuition which proved through practice to yield results.
The third-density mind was capable of processing information in such a way as to think abstractly and in what could be termed “useless” ways, in the sense of survival. This is the primary requisite.
There are other important ingredients: the necessity for a weaker physical vehicle to encourage the use of the mind, the development of the already present awareness of the social complex. These also being necessary: the further development of physical dexterity in the sense of the hand, as you call this portion of your body complex.
RE: Harvestable Dog - Jade - 03-16-2016
I'm honestly not sure my shih tzu has -any- thoughts that would be considered in the realm of survival.
RE: Harvestable Dog - Nau7ik - 06-07-2016
I can't possibly know if my pets are harvestable. But I have great love my pets. I'm gentle and patient and loving. Love proves to be powerful and awesome. I only hope that I'm able to aid them in their soul journey.
RE: Harvestable Dog - YinYang - 06-07-2016
I think my dog's harvestable, he dreams a LOT! You can tell by the funny noises and muscle twitches. He's intuitive as well, when he picked up what the word bath means, he started vanishing when it's bath time, then we started speaking English about his bath time without mentioning his name, same result. Even if we gesture to each other, he still vanishes! This dog has made us laugh over the years!
RE: Harvestable Dog - Dekalb_Blues - 09-16-2016
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That's a good wisdom!
George Gurdjieff's remarks concerning the intelligence of his remarkable pet dog Philos:
"Four or five miles from the town of Bukhara, the capital of the
Bukharian khanate, the Russians had built round the station of the
Transcaspian Railway the big new town called New Bukhara.
I was living in this new town when I first met Soloviev. I had gone
there chiefly to visit places where I could gain a more thorough
knowledge of the fundamental principles of the religion of Mohammed,
and to be able to meet Bukharian dervish acquaintances of various sects,
among whom was my great and old friend Bogga-Eddin. He was not at
that time in Bukhara and nobody knew where he had gone; but I had
grounds for counting on his speedy return.
"On my arrival in New Bukhara I had taken a small room in the house
of a fat Jewess who sold Russian kvass. I lived in this room with my
devoted friend, a large Kurd sheep-dog, Philos, who for nine years
accompanied me on all my wanderings. This Philos, by the way, quickly
became famous in any town or village where I happened to stay for a
while, particularly among small boys, thanks to his talent for bringing
me hot water for my tea from the chaikhanas and taverns to which I sent
him with a kettle. He even used to go with a note from me to make
purchases.
"In my opinion this dog was so astonishing that I do not consider it
superfluous to spend a little of my time acquainting the reader with his
rare psyche. I will in any case describe a few incidents showing the
associative ingenuity of his psychic manifestations.
"A little before this, I had gone to the Bukharian town of P to see
several dervishes of a certain sect who were then living there, and with
whom Bogga-Eddin had advised me to get acquainted. The first incident
took place just after these dervishes had left the town of P and I myself
had decided to move to the city of Samarkand.
"My financial resources were almost at an end and, after paying for
my room in the caravanserai and settling my other debts in P, the very
most I would have left would be sixty kopeks. It was impossible in that
town to earn money in any way, because it was not the working season,
and it was none too easy in such a remote place, far from European
civilization, to sell any artistic or mechanical trifles. In Samarkand, on
the other hand, there were many Russians and other Europeans; besides,
foreseeing the possibility of my going to Samarkand, I had already
given instructions to have money sent to me there from Tiflis.
"Not having the wherewithal to pay for the trip, I decided to do this
distance, about seventy miles, on foot, and one fine day I set out with
my friend Philos. Before leaving I bought myself five kopeks' worth of
bread and for another five kopeks a sheep's head for Philos. I drew on
our supply of food, mine as well as Philos', very economically, so it
could not be said that we were satisfied.
"At a certain place on both sides of the road were bostani, that is,
vegetable gardens. In many parts of Turkestan it is the custom to fence
off one garden from another and from the road, by planting hedges of
Jerusalem artichokes, which grow very high and thick and serve the
purpose of wooden or wire fences. Walking along, I came to just this
kind of fence.
"As I was very hungry, I decided to dig up several artichokes.
Looking round to see whether anyone could see me, I hastily dug up
four big artichokes and, as I continued on my way, ate them with great
pleasure. I also gave a piece to Philos to try, but after sniffing at it he
refused to eat it.
"Arriving in New Samarkand, I took a room in the house of a local
inhabitant on the outskirts of the town, and went off at once to the post
office to see if my money had come from Tiflis, but it had not yet
arrived. Pondering on where to get money I decided to earn some by
making artificial paper flowers. For this purpose I immediately went to
a shop to buy coloured paper, but, calculating that for my fifty kopeks I
could get very little, I decided simply to buy some thin white paper and
a little aniline dye of different colours and to colour the paper myself.
In this way for a trifling sum I could produce a large quantity of flowers.
"From the shop I went to the town gardens to rest on a bench in the
shade of the trees. My Philos sat down beside me. Buried in my
thoughts, I looked at the trees where sparrows flitted from branch to
branch enjoying the stillness of the afternoon. Suddenly the thought
entered my head: 'Why not try to make money with the sparrows? The
inhabitants of this place, the Sarts, are very fond of canaries and other
kinds of song birds; is a sparrow any worse than a canary?'
"On the street which ran alongside the town gardens was a cabstand,
where a number of drivers were resting and dozing on their boxes in the
afternoon heat. I went over and plucked from the horses' tails the hairs I
needed, made snares of them and set them in various places, Philos
watching me all the time with great attention. A sparrow soon fell into
one of the snares. I carefully took it out and carried it home.
"At the house I asked the landlady for scissors, clipped my sparrow to
the shape of a canary, and then coloured it fantastically with the aniline
dyes. I took this sparrow to Old Samarkand, where I immediately sold
it, claiming that it was a special 'American canary'. I charged two
roubles for it. With the money I at once bought several simple painted
cages and from then on began selling my sparrows in cages. In two
weeks I sold about eighty of these American canaries.
"The first three or four days when I went to catch sparrows, I took
Philos with me; but after this I did not take him any more because by
then he had become a celebrity among the small boys of New
Samarkand, and a crowd of them would come up to him in the town
gardens, scare the sparrows and interfere with my catching them.
The day after I stopped taking Philos with me, he disappeared from
the house early in the morning and only returned in the evening, tired
and covered with dirt, and solemnly placed on my bed a sparrow—to be
sure, a dead one. This was repeated each day; he would leave early in
the morning and would invariably bring back and place on my bed a
dead sparrow.
"I did not risk a long stay in Samarkand. I was afraid that the devil
would play a joke, and that my sparrows might suddenly get wet in the
rain or that some American canary in its cage might take a fancy to
bathing in its drinking trough, and then indeed there would be a great
uproar, as my American canaries would be turned into disfigured,
clipped and miserable sparrows. So I hastened to get away with my skin
whole.
"From Samarkand I went to New Bukhara, where I expected to find
my friend, the dervish Bogga-Eddin. I felt like a rich man, for I had over
a hundred and fifty roubles in my pocket, which at that time was
considered a fairly large sum.
"In New Bukhara, as I have already said, I took a room in the house of
a fat Jewish woman who sold kvass. This room had no furniture, and at
night I spread out a clean sheet in one corner for a bed and slept on it
without a pillow. I did not do this for economy alone. No. ... It cannot be
denied that such a way of sleeping is indeed very cheap, but I did this
chiefly because at that period of my life I was a pure-blooded follower
of the ideas of the famous Hindu yogis. All the same I must confess that
in those days, even at times of great material difficulty, I could not deny
myself the luxury of lying on a clean sheet and of rubbing myself at
night with eau de Cologne, which had to be of a strength not less than
eighty per cent.
"Five or ten minutes after I lay down, when according to the
calculations of Philos I should already be asleep, he too would lie down
on this improvised bed of mine, never on the side towards my face but
at my back. At the head of this 'ultra-comfortable' bed there was a no
less comfortable little table formed of books, tied together with a string,
and dealing with the questions to which I was particularly drawn at the
time. On this original library table I put all the things I might need at
night such as an oil lamp, a notebook, bug-powder and so on.
"One morning, several days after my arrival in New Bukhara, I found
on my improvised table a large Jerusalem artichoke. I remember
thinking at the time: 'Ah, that minx of a landlady! In spite of her weight,
she is so perceptive that she has immediately detected my weakness for
Jerusalem artichokes,' and I ate it with great pleasure.
"I was quite convinced it was the landlady who had brought me this
artichoke for the simple reason that so far no one besides her had entered
my room. So, when I met her the same day in the corridor, I confidently
thanked her and even teased her about the artichoke, but to my great
surprise she made it clear to me that she knew nothing whatever about it.
The next morning I again saw a Jerusalem artichoke in the same place
and, although I ate this one with no less pleasure, I began to think
seriously about its mysterious appearance in my room.
"What was my astonishment when on the third day the same thing was
repeated! This time I firmly resolved to investigate, and find out without
fail who was playing such puzzling but pleasant tricks on me; but for
several days I could not discover anything, although punctually every
morning I found a Jerusalem artichoke in the same place.
"One morning, in order to clear up this matter, which mystified me
more and more each day, I hid behind a barrel of fermenting kvass in the
corridor. After a short time I saw Philos cautiously stealing past the
barrel, carrying in his mouth a large Jerusalem artichoke. He went into
my room and placed it just where I usually found them. From then on I
began to keep a close watch on Philos.
"The next morning when I was about to leave the house, I patted
Philos on the left side of his head, which meant between us that I was
going far away and was not taking him with me; but going out into the
street, I walked only a short distance and then returned to the shop
opposite our house and began watching my door.
"Very soon out came Philos, and glancing round he set off in the
direction of the market; surreptitiously, I followed. At the market, near
the municipal scales, were a great many provision shops and a crowd of
people. I saw Philos quietly walking through the crowd and did not let
him out of my sight.
"Passing in front of a shop, he looked round and, when he was
sure that nobody was watching him, he quickly snatched a Jerusalem
artichoke from a sack standing there and set off at a run, and when I
returned home I found a Jerusalem artichoke in the usual place.
"I will describe one more feature of the psyche of this astonishing dog.
Usually, when I left home and did not take him with me, he lay outside
my door and awaited my return. In my absence anyone who wished
could enter my room, but he would not allow anyone to leave it. If
anyone did wish to leave my room while I was away, this huge dog
would begin growling and baring his teeth, which was quite enough to
make any stranger's heart sink into his boots.
"I will tell for example about an incident, connected with my late
really genuine friend Philos, which also took place in New Bukhara. The
day before this incident a certain Pole, who was what was then called a
travelling cinematographer, came to me, on the advice of local
inhabitants who knew me as the only specialist in this work, with an
order to repair one of his two containers for acetylene gas, by means of
which these strolling artists projected their cinematographic pictures. I
had promised this Pole to call soon in my spare time and repair his
container.
"But it turned out that the very day after our conversation, the Polish
cinematographer noticed that the gas was beginning to escape from the
other container also, and, fearing that his entire next show would break
down, he decided not to wait for me to come, but to bring me the
container himself. When he learned that I was not at home but that my
room was open, he decided not to carry back the heavy container but to
leave it in my room.
"That morning I had gone to Old Bukhara, where I intended to visit a
certain mosque, and since it is considered a great desecration,
particularly among the followers of the Mohammedan religion, for dogs
to enter temples or their adjacent courts, I was obliged to leave Philos at
home, and as usual he was lying outside the door waiting for my return.
"And so, as was his custom, Philos allowed the travelling
cinematographer to enter the room, but to leave it—not on your life!
And after several vain attempts to leave, this poor Pole had to
resign himself to sitting on the floor of my room, without food or drink,
fretting all the time, until I returned late in the evening."
--- from George Gurdjieff, Meetings With Remarkable Men (unpublished manuscript ca. 1930s; published 1963)
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G. Gurdjieff & friends, ca. pre-WWI
A man is walking in the park when he comes upon another man playing chess with a dog, obviously his pet. He watches in growing amazement for several rounds of tactically intricate move-and-countermove. Finally, unable to contain himself, he stammers out:
"This... is just... incredible! It's... phenomenal! Why -- this dog of yours, sir, is a bloody genius!"
The fellow shakes his head, chuckling, and replies, "No, I wouldn't quite say that, not really; he's a solid club player, sir, I'll grant him that, but still, I usually beat him three out of five games!"
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RE: Harvestable Dog - herald - 09-16-2016
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Fortunately we have two dogs, a white female and a black male; terriers. For most of their lives they only knew each other, and one litter. We raised them in a secluded setting where they did not use leashes. We communicate always in complete sentences or telepathically. They are trained to be polite and respectful of each other, and to share.
(My wife and I have this joke, that as we can see the types of 3D beings they will likely turn out to be- little jokesters! if we aren't careful and they choose the left handed path they might serve a negative greeting in our future)....
Be nice to 2D.
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