Sense proving, 25-7-2025, Nettetal.
Poevers: Petra Balloch, Ursula Bleeck-Daehnrich, Maria Croonenberg, Britta Dähnrich, Helena van Dijk, Dorothea Hochhuth-Grühn, Jan Scholten.
BrittaAt first, I think this plant is impressive and am surprised that it tastes quite normal, like grass. It is difficult to access the plant and it is unclear whether the calmness it radiates is a natural or suppressed state.
Any attempt to resist fails.
Old knowledge that is only used conservatively
A girl who is sent to boarding school to be introduced into high society obediently conforms. The girl is actually very lively, but this liveliness is suppressed. Sexual desires are also suppressed. She lives out her liveliness in secret, e.g. by secretly meeting boys at night. She enjoys dancing, but that too is not allowed.
The story of Effi Briest (Fontane, 1894). A young, lively woman marries a man twice her age who is often away on business. She is bored at home and, after much hesitation, begins an affair with another younger man. Years later, when the affair is long over, the husband discovers love letters and challenges his wife's lover to a duel, in which he kills him. Effi herself is rejected by her husband, even though he knows that he is destroying his own personal happiness.
Physical: Severe extrasystoles
UrsulaThe material is odourless and tasteless.
I feel an evil force.
A cheerful child swinging on a swing is pushed off by this force.
There is great severity; joy is not allowed.
It is as if a black shadow is cast over everything, like a veil. The shadow/veil takes away all joy and lightness. This can no longer be perceived.
When I try to remove the veil, it fights to stay.
I have the image of the German plenary chamber (Bundestag). Nothing positive may be mentioned there. The positive must be destroyed/talked down. Hatred is stirred up (AFD – they rejoice in the negative and ‘laugh up their sleeves’).
Tightness in the throat.
The image of Snape from Harry Potter comes to mind. Where does he fit in? Is he on the side of evil or good?
An image of a classroom: the teacher strives to degrade, expose and belittle the children. A feeling of destruction.
I feel a vibration in my left hand that spreads and takes hold of me.
Once everything has been destroyed, a feeling of inner peace returns. There is then no need to look for a new battlefield.
PetraSpruce tree.
Head heavy, as if numb.
The wake, but how does that work?
The funeral home: dark, piety, completely dazed. There sit the relatives of the deceased, being
exploited and fleeced: “A nice coffin? Another pillow? A blanket? The wreaths!”
The funeral reception: “Another glass to the deceased!” until some are drunk again.
The gravestone, heavy, it's supposed to represent something.
The estate, the inheritance, the belongings, the possessions—how will they be distributed and
disposed of?
“Who's next?”
“Anyone who doesn't have a grave yet should organize one, otherwise it will be difficult.”
HelenaBeneficial, cleansing, smells like algue.
I feel my vertex during the proving. As if it is a deep crater with its deepest point at my pineal gland in the middle of my brain. There is blood on the edges as if it came from a strike. When I bite on the plant it is as if it cleans inside, the crater.
As if I’m washed clean inside with soap.
There is a fleece covering my head protecting it.
It feels astringent. Pulling things together. It is a good, healthy movement.
I wander off in the proving, I want to stop. I stay completely in my head and fantasize about going home or do I want to stay.
There is a chill on my back, neck and shoulders but I don’t know if it cools of in the room of the proving now.
With everything that comes up in this proving I wonder if it is from me what is coming up. As if I am the cause of this myself.
I have to deliver.
I have a dry cough during this proving, but again… is it mine? I wonder.
But for the rest there is nothing. I can’t get any more information.
MariaI have to sigh, I feel confused.
I have to touch my forehead.
Pain in the back of my head.
Strange, I can't grasp it.
The branch wobbles back and forth, it's prickly.
I close my eyes and feel like I'm in a bubble.
Mood swings.
Life is hard.
Pressure in my ears.
Restless heart.
Can't walk or dance.
Start to sweat.
Sigh repeatedly.
Uncomfortable feeling.
Look outside and see the clouds getting darker.
Headache in the forehead.
Heavy eyes.
DorlePhysical
Heat in the ears.
Heavy cheekbones.
Discomfort in the lower abdomen.
Heat in the ears.
Tension in the inner legs.
Pulling sensation in left foot.
This is the situation of a young soccer player.
He plays in a higher league and is part of a team.
It's easy to do without questioning.
Ambitious, but without striving for higher goals.
Just be yourself, do your thing.
Not very connected to the other players, but part of the group.
He is centered and goes his own way—self-confident.
Rebellious.
An inner conflict arises, a rage at having to follow the boss's orders.
Suppressed anger.
No questioning of his life situation. It is what it is.
Like in school, learning what is prescribed.
Anger arises when he is held back.
Wants to wriggle out of it.
Does not want to be looked at.
Prover JanIt is never enough, they only stop when they have everything.
The taste is not pronounced, just a little bitter.
The structure is hard, firm, broken.
A bishop who sits immovable and is authoritarian, used to knowing exactly how things are, that's the way it is and anyone who thinks differently is crazy or dangerous. He lacks empathy, he feels bored, uninterested and loveless. He washes his hands in our innocence, like Pontius Pilate. He became this way because he was bullied at the seminary. He is hardened. With his intellect and fantastic sermons, he has attained a high position, all with the aim of no longer being harassed. He has a gnawing conscience, but he cannot talk about it because that is too dangerous. He feels that he has to go along with them in order to keep his position. He has troubled thoughts about what others might be planning to take his place. He has to make plans to counteract them. He is in moral distress, but thinks, ‘The world is like that.’ He suppresses the feeling that he doesn't have to go along with them.
DiscussionPhase four.
Stage 14, stage 13.
Very closed off and showing no emotion, living in his own world and feeling very alone.