tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post232855730975916290..comments2024-03-24T17:49:05.886-04:00Comments on The Robert Moss BLOG: Black Dog Rx at the Conference of ViennaMarcia Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04530003059608361331noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-53739100908207140062009-04-11T04:12:00.000-04:002009-04-11T04:12:00.000-04:00CODA: Ich habe eine NaseNot long after I posted th...CODA: Ich habe eine Nase<BR/><BR/>Not long after I posted this essay I received a cry for help from a friend in Europe. She reported that her young daughter had gone to Morocco and she had heard nothing from her in nearly two weeks. My friend asked me whether I would "dream" the situation of the daughter and see whether she was okay.<BR/><BR/> I was quite skeptical about my ability to be of any help. But later that night, as I lay in bed, I decided to ask for black dog help in tracking. No sooner had I admitted my cluelessness about how to track a young woman (whose name I did not even know) in a country I had never visited - and decided to seek help - I found myself off and running, into a foreign city full of intriguing smells. <BR/><BR/>One of those smells became overwhelming. It was the smell of burning hash (as in hashish) and it was so strong it seemed to be filling the space around me. Following this smell, I gained some insight into the young woman's situation. She was doing some recreational "stuff" on the tourist trail in Morocco - I saw her companions, and the building they were in - but was basically okay and would be coming home soon (I saw an airport departure board with the name of her home city, a smaller city in Europe).<BR/><BR/>I emailed my friend these impressions. In her response, she expressed great relief. Then - a day after my tracking - she reported she had just heard from a friend of her daughter (one of those I had seen in my tracking); her daughter may indeed been doing some "stuff" but was now heading home. All well.<BR/><BR/>Under ordinary circumstances,my sense of smell is pretty feeble. But when the black dog is around, Ich habe eine Nase - for sure.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-53848143628669137942009-04-10T16:44:00.000-04:002009-04-10T16:44:00.000-04:00The black dogs were trying to get my attention. T...The black dogs were trying to get my attention. To wake up.<BR/><BR/>I remember scolding one dog and taking his collar in hand and escorting it out to the deck, then all of a sudden I realized what was truly going on.Naomihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12769817898689225814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-40938827614972563412009-04-09T15:12:00.000-04:002009-04-09T15:12:00.000-04:00Well, being up so early I don't always journal my ...Well, being up so early I don't always journal my dream, but make a commitment to write an intention for the night. Last night I asked for my black dog of previous dreams to let me know what the "message" of the funny tricks was. I dream I am with my father in law who just passed, and his family, all he wants to do is sit, he has no energy. The family is busy and buzzing with meal preparations, and there are adopted babies of mixed races around. Then I find my sister in law has decided to "babysit" several dogs, many are pint sized with very funny faces! "Like little German men" I say in my dream. Then out comes the funniest, he is only the size of my thumbnail! "How does he ever keep from getting stepped on?" I say. Message? May be that dogs have a good sense of humor during trying times, maybe they do a lot of wonderful things in their energy bodies. As the day goes on, I practice lightening dream technique, mostly by myself, but sometimes with a friend. This is a good one!Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01981269499318469966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-5765852822537395472009-04-09T01:05:00.000-04:002009-04-09T01:05:00.000-04:00Hi Grace - I love the happy dream scene of your do...Hi Grace - I love the happy dream scene of your dog launching into the air and flying across the river. After the death (of old age) of the sister of my beloved black dog who was killed on the road, I dreamed the two of them were flying together high above the ground. Then they seemed to merge and become one.Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-46738056107881426482009-04-08T22:30:00.000-04:002009-04-08T22:30:00.000-04:00Three times one of my dogs (passed on) who happens...Three times one of my dogs (passed on) who happens to be black made me laugh at the end of a dream . Two were dreams with feelings of sadness, one of fear. My dog did funny things like: jump 30 feet into the air to catch a flying balloon and fly over the river with the balloon in his mouth, or plaster himself onto a door like a glued stuffed animal, or up onto a stone wall. Every time he moved so fast and funny! It completely took me out of the fear/sad part of the dream, I couldn't help but be surprised and amused!HMMMMMM, I may think about exploring this aspect more.....re read the blog and dream on what my dog was telling me.Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01981269499318469966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-33389312240775589542009-04-08T17:01:00.000-04:002009-04-08T17:01:00.000-04:00Hi Naomi - This is the way dogs mark their territo...Hi Naomi - This is the way dogs mark their territory, of course. If this were my dream, I would wonder in what sense the black dog (and all that he represents to me) is affirming his role in my life...Oh yes, I'd have a good belly-laugh, too :-)Robert Mosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09231870716685877709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-73057644139271784012009-04-08T16:03:00.000-04:002009-04-08T16:03:00.000-04:00Robert, In a dream I had a pair of black dogs maki...Robert, <BR/><BR/>In a dream I had a pair of black dogs making a ruckus outside the house. My dogs were inside looking out the windows at them. <BR/><BR/>Somehow they got in and were going wild in the house, looking directly at me in a semi confrontational way. Then one of the dogs peed on the carpet. <BR/><BR/>Interesting how these black dogs, pyschopomps, have a rather earthy way of putting humans in their place!Naomihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12769817898689225814noreply@blogger.com