Sense proving, 30-6-2026, Zell.
Provers: Petra Balloch, Ursula Bleeck, Lyssa Clayton, Britta Dähnrich, Christine Fordinal-Frey, Günther Fordinal, Lucia Klackova, Markus Kuntosch, Jan Scholten, Franz Swoboda, Tomas Vyboch.
Remedy code: 3-633.67.14.
Prover JanA woman who embraces sexuality – her own and her husband’s – but does not dare to show it for fear of being seen as a whore; she behaves with restraint and regal dignity, revealing herself only to her true lovers.
Men who cannot cope with overt sexuality.
Stage 5.
The stem is hexagonal.
The leaves are positioned at 120°, turned upwards to the right.
The petals are large and the sepals are small.
Prover Franzheavy, dull, pressing down headache, temples and forehead. Unclear how to go on. Foggy. How to proceed? Is there a plan? It does not show. Not until the last moment.
Another leaf or a blossom? The final decision is made in the last moment. It`s 50/50, and the last vote sets the crown on the winner’s head. It’s on a fine thread. Walking a thin line. Win/lose are close until the last moment.
The tiny little difference.
Maybe the decision was made long before. But it is invisible until the last moment.
Revealing too early could be dangerous? Hiding in the shade before coming out quickly. Then, once it is clear, it’s all set. No more discussions.
I don’t tell that I am pregnant until I am sure ot it or
I don’t tell until I am sure he will marry me.
I don’t tell because maybe I will have an abortion.
I don’t tell for several reasons.
I will reveal not until the moment I will feel safe.
Prover ChristineInstant feeling of vomiting, ugly
3e
Chakra like a bomb, existential threat, the moment you all you have and perhaps your life as well.
You are so wounded, there is no hope, you are going to die.
Giving in, no anxiety, just waiting for the last step towards death.
A kind of dedication to your way/pain/death, calm, no uprising
Past and future are gone, it is only the now.
Prover LyssaDream night before: Like a Victorian scene, but realise it's modern times. Modern buses and bus stop. Where is the bus, missing it.
Like a musical. Children and adults, missing buses
Realise the clothes are all velvet, though grey and dusky blue colours.
All velvet finery though ragged. I wonder about orchids, showy but fading.
Coffee - worried and doubted I didn't put water in the metal pots on the hob and would burn, explode (I had put water in).
Lost my hairbrush, things disappearing.
Reaching striving, like a claw reaching, grasping.
Perspiration: Feeling of sweat pouring everywhere all over my body.
Left side feels as if it is falling away. Right side feels bigger.
Right Temple throbbing. Pain under jaw, left side, throbbing in a small area.
Noticing how many people are sneezing and blowing their nose in the room.
Feeling of coryza coming on, throat prickling.
And Hurry, about passing the plant around.
Feels difficult, irritated, distracted.
Prover PetraHe is the black sheep of the family like his late uncle was.
He has to take over the family business, a wealthy industrial company, but doesn’t really like it
or wants it.
He likes and owns cars and it’s a thrill when he drives through orange traffic light. He drives
illegal car races on the motorway.
“You are strange”! he is told by others, especially from his grandmother. And he feels he is rejected, does not belong; and he is proud of it because he feels like a free spirit.
He honors his uncle who was smart, posh and haughty, the spare – but was lost to alcohol and a heart attack. He also had lived on the edge.
Trembling.
Prover UrsulaI feel intense pressure in my forehead and a strong tingling sensation in my left hand, which spreads as numbness up my left arm to my shoulder
An image of a deep, dark forest appears. It feels eerie to me. There are no paths. A boy – he is going through puberty – is fighting his way through the forest. He no longer wants to go home. He feels alone and is desperate. But he cannot properly sense himself and channels what he feels into anger, hacking his way through the dark forest with his machete
The numbness (see above) spreads throughout the whole body and also affects the emotional body.
The only thing that remains is anger – undirected. In the image, it is directed against the forest.
Prover TomasThe image of a traveling circus troupe. Everyone is smiling, performing acrobatic tricks, laughing, dancing in circles, joking with the audience, and creating an atmosphere of joy. But it is all forced—nothing more than a carefully maintained image.
They do it because they have to. They must entertain people and attract more customers, because the circus is on the verge of bankruptcy. They are struggling with serious financial problems.
There is an abundance of emotion, but no real depth. Everything is merely an act. If they were to reveal how they truly feel, no one would come to watch their performance.
Prover GuntherTears, despair.
I don’t know what to do, how to cope with this; I’m completely overwhelmed.
My heart feels constricted.
I can’t think of a thing – my mind is blank.
I see a beautiful flower and it means nothing to me.
Sadness – the loss of a loved one happened a long time ago and I can’t get over it. Nothing can help me, nothing from the outside.
My heart is beating and I feel as if I’m in a room with metal walls.
Prover MarkusProver Lucia
Accidents, confusion, out of rhythm, out of order.
He wants to belong and wants to attract attention in any way possible, even if it means making a fool of himself. Deep sadness.
Prover BrittaIt’s not easy to get into the right frame of mind; I’m unfocused, and trivial matters hold me back. I feel a deep sadness and find myself crying constantly. I actually want to be happy, but I can’t.
The image of a young adult who would actually be ready to lead a self-assured life in freedom, but sadness holds her captive. She is very delicate and fragile.
A sudden cough triggered by the smell.
The melancholy and sadness sit in her chest and throat.
I want to escape reality to escape the sadness.
Why are you sad? Because of the world, because it is the way it is.
DisccussionUnclear about stage, so another round.
I am not dead, the plant says. I go on living in you.
I am not happy with
Stage 14, I go for 9. In my story I had not lost anything, I was still hoping to gain something.