Sense proving, 3-7-2026, 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: 3-633.75.10.
Prover JanFeeling the need to yawn and stretch.
The eyelids are dry and tend to stick together.
The eyes feel weak.
Need for air, deep breathing.
Restless, nervous trembling.
All senses on high alert, in a dark place, something like Las Vegas, with a sense of menace and threat.
Exclusion.
Exhibitionist.
You reap what you sow.
An octopus, a jellyfish, a ball of threads hanging from it.
Prover ChristinePriapismus after too much of viagra.
In a church decorated with tall candles, the priest swings the censer, filled with too much incense, for so long and with such fervour that half the congregation faints.
A burning tower ( church or castle) shining like a torch could be seen for miles. But no one comes to put out the fire. They either see it as a sign from God and flee, or stand there in awe.
Song from vision quest:
Spiraling into the center,
The center of the wheel/heart
I am the weaver, I am the woven one
I am the dreamer, I am the dream
In the healed form a great creation potential.
Prover LyssaFalling sensation.
High and slender.
Like an Olympic diver, from the top board or jumping form a height into a quarry pool or a river.
Daredevil, not thinking of danger or potential death.
Here it is ! Exuberant.
Reminds me a proving near Teide Tenerife, huge flowers taller than people.
Or of Buddleia, except it reaches up and Buddleia goes downwards.
The Sun God, Helios, images of pyramids.
Stabbing pushing pain in Left side of ribs towards the heart.
Sky scrapers in New York.
1929 Crash, people falling from buildings
Newspaper moguls making obscene amounts of money spinning stories.
Small shops along the street in the shadow of the skyscrapers, serving their community, maintaining the social fabric with basic needs and friendships
Pressure in my head " You forgot to" " Why didn't you "? Whatever you do is not enough, someone always wants more.
Jumpy and startled.
A girl yelling.
Looking down into a tunnel or well, it's like looking inside a body ?? Fallopian tubes, pink coloured and pushed along the tube by cilia.
Expanded, or have we shrunk and become tiny.
Images of folds and shapes, like a vulva, swollen
Different plants.
Hands clasped togetherness Tropical storms, and the roof might blow off.
"Film: "Bridge of Spies" and of John Le Carre stories and the George Smiley novels.
Spying and deals made. Who is caught up in these, the innocent ones.
Pictures of a single flower.
A lot of small girls and ballerinas.
Burning towers.
Numb cap sensation on headache.
Prover PetraStanding: The energy goes up in my body from the feet to over the top of my head; like a rocket or firework to start. A wire transports the initial spark and leads the fire bottom-up from the extremities.
Feet and arms get colder, a bit chilly.
The warmths and agreable heat goes to the top.
I am a firework to start and connect with the heavenly soulful peace.
The ornaments and shape of a harp, of a violin bow.
Colophonium, Austria, Mozart, overspreading joy.
Mozart’s unknown/lost harpe and flute compositions recently discovered in the Bibliotheque Nationale de France.
Abrupt stopp of giving composing lessons.
I could go through the ceiling, not of anger but of the sparkling and enlightening energy.
Prover UrsulaProver Tomas
A physical education instructor at a children's summer camp who finds himself admiring the beauty of the young girls. No one knows about his attraction. There is no sexual abuse or inappropriate physical contact—only admiration, a subtle attraction, perhaps a gentle, innocent flirtation. The girls look up to him and see him as an authority figure. For him, their admiration and attention are enough.
Prover GuntherNeedles all over in my head, like I had a hedgehog in my head.
A fountain bursts through the crown chakra. This brings me to fontanelle that is closed or do not close. Neck is swinging.
The wave of a tsunami. Destroying buildings, people drowning. The picture after the wave: there is a destroyed part of the land and the buildings and the beach is cleaned from all the rubbish. You can no longer see that anything happened. The beach looks nicer than before – a natural beach.
The stem of the plant remembers me to a locked drainpipe .
Prover MarkusProver Britta
The flower looks like a giant neon sign.
I have an image of a ballet dancer on stage. She is very successful and at the height of her career – but: it is not what she really wanted to do – she was abused by her father and forced to become a ballet dancer. Years of drill and training lie behind her.
Now she is proud, aloof and unable to form genuine relationships.
The magnified flower looks like a little girl’s cry following the abuse.