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Gyps himalayensis
Year 2025, Issue 9, Article 5CaseAuthor: Anne Wirtz
5th case
Female '56She comes to me because she suffers from 'extreme emotions', as she expressed herself, in a very short period of time which is confusing. Feelings of guilt, rage, frustration after the death of a female friend and a few hours later a nice feeling of freedom and trust. The intensity of life with fear grief and rage she feels as a ball in her plexus solaris as if she is chopped in two pieces. She knows this feeling for a very long time but the last 10 years it got softer. She has a strong sense of humour which gives her life power. "I contacted my dead friend and got permission to be who I am. She was suffering from MS and she died before I visited her, this gave me this guilty feeling and I felt devastated. Then I got rude to myself and the world till I tell myself not to drown in details and keep the eagles look, which is a state of being. I talk a lot to myself to make reflexions. I am impulsive which originated in injuries and pains in my life, I like the conquerors- feeling.
My childhood was not easy, I had two fathers 3 brothers, 2 from the 2nd father. When I think of it I can have a feeling of warmth which can suddenly change into a wave of cramps and misery and a feeling of being replaceable. Every little detail of my life passes in front of my eyes as seen from a distance. I do not feel grounded and not in connection with myself if compared to other people I know. After the breaking up of my relationship (of 11 years) I decided to clean myself from the old shit.
From my 11th I was interested in sex. From my early youth I was sleeping with men. I wanted to take part in life and I did not know what I was doing. It did not feel ok but I did it because I wanted to be someone.
Somewhere I have a memory of sex assault by my brother and we where caught, luckily. My child hood was unsafe. My father who was adulterous left at the time I was 7 years. I was very judgmental against him through mam. My stepfather was very explosive and he abused my mother, I had to protect her and I once threatened him with a knife and became his enemy. That period I cried a lot in bed and made up some fancy friends. I passed over my youth really. There was always drama, fierce and extreme. The one with the biggest mouth was the winner. At school I was a maladjusted pupil and I had semi-criminal contacts for a while.
I feel that I carry love and light inside of me though. My family situation is as a sewerpit and as a profession I continued to be a social worker. I feel responsibility as a super saver and I am sensitive to the needs of people. I am always taking care of everybody but I am an irritable person. I can be explosive when criticized and when they try to dim me, it feels at being encaged. I had to learn to adapt not to be condemned to the inability to be in a relationship. Some years ago I had my own business, just me, but I preferred to work together with people and found a job. After a while they fired me because I had not enough production but I had another idea about the quality of work. There should be space for creativity and I was forced to do the job without my own approval. It felt like selling my soul to the devil. I am a freedom-loving opinionated person with my own vision and I hate situations of abuse and injustice, terrible,than I feel the impulse to escape and just cut off. It drained my energy that I tried to adapt although my colleagues were very friendly. Authoritarian behaviour can make me take-off.
I was born with a defect, an unripe oesophagus. It was swallow or suffocate. I grew over it.
I have a very basic feeling of guilt which makes me vulnerable to criticism and it can throw me totally out of balance. I feel very symbiotic with my mother, I live through her sorrow. My whole life I look at her with the knowing that one day she will be gone. I never had a child of my own. I would have liked it but I lived together with a woman for 11 years and I travelled a lot, the need to wander is quite strong, like a gypsy. The relationship exploded at last, she withdrew and I became aggressive and helpless which was a repeating pattern. There is a voice in me that tells me that I am no good for a relationship. I am bisexual and with men I can be small and weak, but not with women.
Food? If too much tension not good, as long as it glides it is okay, but I seem not to swallow, I chew endlessly. I rather spit it out at last because I will not digest it well. The stool is soft mostly.
The menstrual period aggravates the mood swings.
The skin is dry a bit ridgy just like moms.
The back feels weak especially from the shoulder blades extending to the elbow(included). ( she moves her arms up and down like wings) It is a neuralgic pain and I get physiotherapy for it but unsuccessful till now.
Sleep is good.
Dreams; /Together with my granny I was looking for my mother, we went through a container full of corpses all the way to search for her. I met granny outside again and we went to the school theatre and we asked the schoolteachers who were sitting there with their spectacles if they saw my mother but they had no time for us. When I asked again they listened to us and they brought my mother in in a cross model as if dead and they put her down in front of me. Then suddenly she took my hand.
/Periodically I have sexual dreams with easy orgasms.
/About fast vehicles, trains or aircrafts.
/About an underwater city like a vision, astral as if I came there through the middle of the earth.After I told her that I thought about giving her a bird remedy namely GYPS HIMALAYENSIS 200K ( =one kind of the vulture family), she was excited and told me that she felt honoured. "I keep stones and feathers in my house and when I go to the Zoo I ask for the fallen feathers of the condors"(=part of the vulture family).Analysis; The bird theme is very strong in this case, see the underlined statements, and her using the words dirt sewer cleaning the shit and the dream of corpses did me decide for a vulture and I happened to have GYPS HIMALAYENSIS (Pharmacie G.Goyens Namur Belgium). So I gave that to her.note; regarding the underlining, birds in general, specific bird remedyFU. 5 weeks later"After taking the remedy my solar plexus got totally relaxed which extended to the throat. It feels as a big change. I could leave the restlessness outside of me.
I had a nice celebration of the 'summer solstice', met beautiful people and got some old astral information. It has to to with an Indian pipe, white bison and wisdom.
I saw a photograph of the Titicaca lake and I recognised the underwater city from a former dream.
Everything comes together, I experience a spiritual growth, a different consciousness is getting formed. I feel stronger in contact with the invisable world out of a grounded feeling. This in contrast to an early clairvoyant period around my 23 yr. At that time I was in love with a clairvoyant woman and I saw her changing into a bald man from her earlier incarnation. I went almost out of my mind that time. Now I feel much more stable to use this kind of information.
At the solstice during a ritual sitting at the side of a lake I 'saw' a mount of dirt misery pollution going through a funnel into the lake, being purified in a glass town under the water and spirally ascending out of it. It was moving me from very far and deep, it felt older than this world almost and my tears flooded just like that.
My left shoulder and arm is still stiff as if broken-winged, it has been gone but came back this last week. I got fired (again) from my job which I only just started, They took me because of my openness,apart from my professionality of course, and my boss promised me a contract for the same week. After 5 weeks I did not have it still after my repeating request, because I had to make arrangements with the Social service organisation. The boss is the type of authoritarian- do-not-bother-me and I seem to confront people without knowing which is especially threatening for specific men. I got this very old feeling of not being seen and being manipulated at the same time. I was very careful but it felt all the more like an ant hill. I am very sensitive to power-games and hate it. I really wanted that job, my colleagues were nice and I liked the work. He,my boss,took my job from me. I get cynical and hard in myself and l am loosing the faith that there are possibilities for me without selling my soul to the devil. What to do? I did my very best. It is like my early childhood, I wanted to share but stayed an outsider. The little money I get is restricting, I feel like broken-winged in an open cage.Advice; repeat the remedy if needed.FU. 4 1/2 (9 1/2) weeks laterShe tries to communicate with people from her last job why things went like they went. "I do not understand the type of management. A person from the staff management asked me to work the conflict out and I got the feeling that she was trying to let me clean their rubbish within the organisation. I asked for an exit talk with my ex boss. He first agreed later he turned around, now I am hesitating if I have let go of it. I just want an excuse for how I have been treated.
After that depressing period I am more active now. I am a passionate woman but this passion could be totally gone. It then felt dull and without any perspective. Now I am looking for my destination. I am less extraverted, more introspective and I have a lot of free time. I am fascinated by subservant leadership, it has to do with compassion. It is part of my life from young age.
I am looking for a new job again, now as a funeral leader. Two years ago I held a ritual during the funeral of my father and I told the people about his view on life and thereafter I read the piece I wrote to him. Later one of the undertakers asked me if I was willing to do rituals for other deceased. Now I am considering this indeed. These rituals arise from love and connection. I felt compassion even at the funeral of my stepfather."
Arms are still a bit stiff but the pain is almost gone.Advice; wait and call if necessary.
Female '56She comes to me because she suffers from 'extreme emotions', as she expressed herself, in a very short period of time which is confusing. Feelings of guilt, rage, frustration after the death of a female friend and a few hours later a nice feeling of freedom and trust. The intensity of life with fear grief and rage she feels as a ball in her plexus solaris as if she is chopped in two pieces. She knows this feeling for a very long time but the last 10 years it got softer. She has a strong sense of humour which gives her life power. "I contacted my dead friend and got permission to be who I am. She was suffering from MS and she died before I visited her, this gave me this guilty feeling and I felt devastated. Then I got rude to myself and the world till I tell myself not to drown in details and keep the eagles look, which is a state of being. I talk a lot to myself to make reflexions. I am impulsive which originated in injuries and pains in my life, I like the conquerors- feeling.
My childhood was not easy, I had two fathers 3 brothers, 2 from the 2nd father. When I think of it I can have a feeling of warmth which can suddenly change into a wave of cramps and misery and a feeling of being replaceable. Every little detail of my life passes in front of my eyes as seen from a distance. I do not feel grounded and not in connection with myself if compared to other people I know. After the breaking up of my relationship (of 11 years) I decided to clean myself from the old shit.
From my 11th I was interested in sex. From my early youth I was sleeping with men. I wanted to take part in life and I did not know what I was doing. It did not feel ok but I did it because I wanted to be someone.
Somewhere I have a memory of sex assault by my brother and we where caught, luckily. My child hood was unsafe. My father who was adulterous left at the time I was 7 years. I was very judgmental against him through mam. My stepfather was very explosive and he abused my mother, I had to protect her and I once threatened him with a knife and became his enemy. That period I cried a lot in bed and made up some fancy friends. I passed over my youth really. There was always drama, fierce and extreme. The one with the biggest mouth was the winner. At school I was a maladjusted pupil and I had semi-criminal contacts for a while.
I feel that I carry love and light inside of me though. My family situation is as a sewerpit and as a profession I continued to be a social worker. I feel responsibility as a super saver and I am sensitive to the needs of people. I am always taking care of everybody but I am an irritable person. I can be explosive when criticized and when they try to dim me, it feels at being encaged. I had to learn to adapt not to be condemned to the inability to be in a relationship. Some years ago I had my own business, just me, but I preferred to work together with people and found a job. After a while they fired me because I had not enough production but I had another idea about the quality of work. There should be space for creativity and I was forced to do the job without my own approval. It felt like selling my soul to the devil. I am a freedom-loving opinionated person with my own vision and I hate situations of abuse and injustice, terrible,than I feel the impulse to escape and just cut off. It drained my energy that I tried to adapt although my colleagues were very friendly. Authoritarian behaviour can make me take-off.
I was born with a defect, an unripe oesophagus. It was swallow or suffocate. I grew over it.
I have a very basic feeling of guilt which makes me vulnerable to criticism and it can throw me totally out of balance. I feel very symbiotic with my mother, I live through her sorrow. My whole life I look at her with the knowing that one day she will be gone. I never had a child of my own. I would have liked it but I lived together with a woman for 11 years and I travelled a lot, the need to wander is quite strong, like a gypsy. The relationship exploded at last, she withdrew and I became aggressive and helpless which was a repeating pattern. There is a voice in me that tells me that I am no good for a relationship. I am bisexual and with men I can be small and weak, but not with women.
Food? If too much tension not good, as long as it glides it is okay, but I seem not to swallow, I chew endlessly. I rather spit it out at last because I will not digest it well. The stool is soft mostly.
The menstrual period aggravates the mood swings.
The skin is dry a bit ridgy just like moms.
The back feels weak especially from the shoulder blades extending to the elbow(included). ( she moves her arms up and down like wings) It is a neuralgic pain and I get physiotherapy for it but unsuccessful till now.
Sleep is good.
Dreams; /Together with my granny I was looking for my mother, we went through a container full of corpses all the way to search for her. I met granny outside again and we went to the school theatre and we asked the schoolteachers who were sitting there with their spectacles if they saw my mother but they had no time for us. When I asked again they listened to us and they brought my mother in in a cross model as if dead and they put her down in front of me. Then suddenly she took my hand.
/Periodically I have sexual dreams with easy orgasms.
/About fast vehicles, trains or aircrafts.
/About an underwater city like a vision, astral as if I came there through the middle of the earth.After I told her that I thought about giving her a bird remedy namely GYPS HIMALAYENSIS 200K ( =one kind of the vulture family), she was excited and told me that she felt honoured. "I keep stones and feathers in my house and when I go to the Zoo I ask for the fallen feathers of the condors"(=part of the vulture family).Analysis; The bird theme is very strong in this case, see the underlined statements, and her using the words dirt sewer cleaning the shit and the dream of corpses did me decide for a vulture and I happened to have GYPS HIMALAYENSIS (Pharmacie G.Goyens Namur Belgium). So I gave that to her.note; regarding the underlining, birds in general, specific bird remedyFU. 5 weeks later"After taking the remedy my solar plexus got totally relaxed which extended to the throat. It feels as a big change. I could leave the restlessness outside of me.
I had a nice celebration of the 'summer solstice', met beautiful people and got some old astral information. It has to to with an Indian pipe, white bison and wisdom.
I saw a photograph of the Titicaca lake and I recognised the underwater city from a former dream.
Everything comes together, I experience a spiritual growth, a different consciousness is getting formed. I feel stronger in contact with the invisable world out of a grounded feeling. This in contrast to an early clairvoyant period around my 23 yr. At that time I was in love with a clairvoyant woman and I saw her changing into a bald man from her earlier incarnation. I went almost out of my mind that time. Now I feel much more stable to use this kind of information.
At the solstice during a ritual sitting at the side of a lake I 'saw' a mount of dirt misery pollution going through a funnel into the lake, being purified in a glass town under the water and spirally ascending out of it. It was moving me from very far and deep, it felt older than this world almost and my tears flooded just like that.
My left shoulder and arm is still stiff as if broken-winged, it has been gone but came back this last week. I got fired (again) from my job which I only just started, They took me because of my openness,apart from my professionality of course, and my boss promised me a contract for the same week. After 5 weeks I did not have it still after my repeating request, because I had to make arrangements with the Social service organisation. The boss is the type of authoritarian- do-not-bother-me and I seem to confront people without knowing which is especially threatening for specific men. I got this very old feeling of not being seen and being manipulated at the same time. I was very careful but it felt all the more like an ant hill. I am very sensitive to power-games and hate it. I really wanted that job, my colleagues were nice and I liked the work. He,my boss,took my job from me. I get cynical and hard in myself and l am loosing the faith that there are possibilities for me without selling my soul to the devil. What to do? I did my very best. It is like my early childhood, I wanted to share but stayed an outsider. The little money I get is restricting, I feel like broken-winged in an open cage.Advice; repeat the remedy if needed.FU. 4 1/2 (9 1/2) weeks laterShe tries to communicate with people from her last job why things went like they went. "I do not understand the type of management. A person from the staff management asked me to work the conflict out and I got the feeling that she was trying to let me clean their rubbish within the organisation. I asked for an exit talk with my ex boss. He first agreed later he turned around, now I am hesitating if I have let go of it. I just want an excuse for how I have been treated.
After that depressing period I am more active now. I am a passionate woman but this passion could be totally gone. It then felt dull and without any perspective. Now I am looking for my destination. I am less extraverted, more introspective and I have a lot of free time. I am fascinated by subservant leadership, it has to do with compassion. It is part of my life from young age.
I am looking for a new job again, now as a funeral leader. Two years ago I held a ritual during the funeral of my father and I told the people about his view on life and thereafter I read the piece I wrote to him. Later one of the undertakers asked me if I was willing to do rituals for other deceased. Now I am considering this indeed. These rituals arise from love and connection. I felt compassion even at the funeral of my stepfather."
Arms are still a bit stiff but the pain is almost gone.Advice; wait and call if necessary.