Prover 1Craterellus cornucopioides Autumn, dead trumpet. Dead trumpet mushroom
Shape resembles a cornucopia (lat: Cornu copiae).
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Mycorrhizal fungus of beech. Excellent edible mushroom fresh, as well as dried as a seasoning mushroom.
Examiner 1 (m) after drying larger quantities of the mushrooms.
Dodged the smell. Immediately full when eaten. Stomach distended like balloon. Cramp at entrance of stomach. As if the stomach were withered and had no digestive power. Stomach as if closed. Had to stop eating. Ate only 1 orange instead of 2.
Entry points from previous laparoscopy were pinching. Thought of cancer and had to have a look. Looked at liver spots.
Tired, dull, listless than usual. As if withered.
Annoyed. Got a headache pressing inwards, as if the temples were being pulled inwards. Like a touch of sinusitis. Sore. Better by laying flat hand on it, making it dark and warm.

Prover 2 (w)A mist comes out from the middle of the forehead and rises upwards. There is no boundary, as if the cranial bone on the forehead is no longer there and everything is open. Didn't perceive anything to the right and left. Everything around it was dark.
Lips burning hot when touching the mushroom.
Insanely restless feeling in the stomach with nausea. Unpleasantly hot in the abdomen, rising.
In neck (cervical spine) like an open space.

Prover 3 (m)A smell as of old straw shoes.
An older, strong man is pulling a wooden cart up a path. An animal carcass lies on the cart. There is a mood of strength and work, duty to family, earthy, dull. A sense of exhaustion. Overwork. Pain down in the calf. Heat as if something were dissolving there, it is soft and misty. (Rhabdomyolysis?) He keeps pulling the car.

Prover 4 (w)Pulsating restlessness between the temples changes to a rising mist.
A feeling of heaviness on the chest, as if from a heavy plate. The heaviness rises high in the throat.
The hand holding the mushroom becomes heavy. Also when changing to the other hand.
Alternation between heaviness and dissolution.
Musty, swampy.
A person, pale as a corpse, as if about to die.
Again and again a feeling of something rising.
Slight nausea.
Fine, unpleasant stinging of the abdominal skin.
Becoming completely rigid, stagnation. Rigid, immobile.

Prover 5 (m)Smells fruity, spicy. Taste like leather.
Makes one calm and sleepy. Head and eyelids become heavy. Must support the head. As if the left half of the head would shrink and become very light.
Burning in neck just above spine.
Collapse inside me.
A mountain range with a deep black gorge, like a great maw. Can't see the bottom. It pulls me in. A desolate landscape. Everything is grey-black, as if dead. I walk between grey hills. Inner peace and tranquillity despite the desolation outside. If you remain calm inside, nothing can happen to you, no matter how bleak it looks around you.
As if life is returning to the left side of your brain. Refreshing, clearer in the mind.
Even if you go blind you can shine and glow inside. Don't be afraid when it gets dark around you, stay calm!

Craterellus cornucopioides Autumn, dead trumpet. Dead TrumpetTrituration to C1 Cell 9/21 (Markus/Susanne Villedieu)
On an old birch trunk lying upside down almost horizontally on the ground, thick branches growing up vertically, like new birches
C1/1 as if befuddled, enraptured, thinking is difficult. Everything dies at some point, tree skeletons. Weary of life. Declining vitality at the end of life.
C1/2 Grey-black steam is drawn in as if into a maw. The old is allowed to pass away so that the new can arise. Equal coexistence between young and old.
C1/3 Dreary, grey-black landscape on the ground wafts of mist, as if on an alien planet or in a swamp. No orientation. Where is this going to lead? Everything is like covered with a grey veil, bare, colourless and sad. A dreary wasteland without green, colour or warmth.
C1/4 The grey veil tries to spread. Stand before the abyss again. Orange, light counter-movement pushing back the grey vapour. If you want to understand me, it's not enough to just scratch the surface. You have to overcome the resistance. (Scrape harder and crush the dried mushroom that leaves black-grey streaks in the rubbing bowl). Hear the sentence: The light of truth and love displaces the shadows of the deepest darkness.

C1/5 Do not let the transient and that which wants to die drag you into the realm of the dead! See the river of death Styx, the ferryman emerges from the mist with his bottom to fetch the dying. The living remain behind. They cannot cross to the other side, for from there there is no return. The living want to stay behind in the warmth and the colourfulness. Over there is only dreariness and colourless darkness. Even the dead leave their traces. Even the dying transient has its beauty.
C1/6 With time, the memory of the dead fades. In the cemetery lies only the physical shell, which decays. The soul goes back into the light. If we carry the deceased in loving memory in our hearts, they are always with us and it is as if what actually made them never died. Finally, see the weeping face of a woman. The eye shadow runs in a black streak with the tears down her cheeks.
One dies of a couple who have been together all their lives. The other is left speechless, joyless in deep grief. It calls me, I want to find you. You want to go there too and hear the melody from beyond/heaven. We have known each other many lives, in this life we were allowed to love each other. I don't need to come back again. Can experience life again as friends and gratitude for the time we spent together, It's also okay now if I go. Fall silent, not even their own children can reach them anymore.
Phase 4 Strongly attached as a matter of course
Stage 15 Loss