Sense proving, 23-9-2021, Zell, Susanne Diez.
C1What appears on the stage of the white screen?... Middle Ages... Woodworkers... wild fellows, bawling, making fun of each other in crude jokes, carrying saws and all kinds of rough tools, drinking schnapps.
This is the historical background of the "brown sauce"... Previous generations... they treat each other roughly and hostilely. Some also court a young woman who lives in the forest with her mother and whom they abuse in turn, sometimes together.
Garish, coarse.
It's exhausting work (even the rubbing) - I get very hot, I sweat and make strained breathing noises.
A rough and rowdy company of men, they go wildly at the trees, carelessly, now a falling branch almost killed one of the men - they now go at each other with sticks, a shouting match ensues, a brawl starts.
The mass in the bowl stinks unpleasantly, a fishy genital smell.
Mushrooms, I don't know you like this.
Samtfusskrempling: At the end of the times all the shit and the whole swamp comes to the surface again... don't act so refined and so squeamish! I bring to the surface the deepest, the gruesome and the crude - look!... These people are ready to murder, to lynch, to rape, they know no quarter!
Fracture... now a managerial society - men in dark suits, tie, briefcase.... "grey men"... bankers, financial officials (in one of their past lives they were these woodworkers in the Middle Ages... their souls haven't changed...) - they control their emotions, are stiff, rigid, count their steps with their watch and seem completely lifeless.
Film of a stock market scene: they let off steam and shout in confusion, grin - I don't want to have anything to do with them.... New York.
Sexist jokes... They suffer from high blood pressure, overconsumption of medication.
In the evening they go to the bar, where they sometimes let their trousers down... then they watch porn.
Do they have women at home?
I'm always pawing at myself, I'm disgusted by the powder and the pictures... the powder stinks terribly.
The wife of one of the bankers comes to my practice: a grey mouse with diffuse complaints that she can't describe well and tells me in confusion:
Food intolerances, headaches, back pain and, above all, a recurrent smelly fluoride (no wonder when her husband is always cheating).... she is unhappy, dissatisfied.
The mass in the bowl stinks like rotting fish, foul fish market smell.
The woman doesn't dare say anything against her husband because he brings home a lot of good money.
Voters of the right-wing party, "Foreigners out".
Keep to the rules! When rubbing, I must not mix up the time, I must stick to the rules. Something sharp rises in the left nose.
My sensation is: I cannot help this woman, as long as she lives in this environment, I cannot help her. There is so much dullness.
These men could immediately be Nazis again (or are anyway) - people who persecute dissenters, ridicule them, take pleasure in torturing them, murdering them. Cold-blooded, smug. We are us. Let's show them what we're made of.
When they get sick they are anxious, hypochondriacal, arsenical... suspicious, demanding, nothing is good enough for them.
Why does such a man come to me? His wife sent him.
Where does this fungus cross the boundaries?He has very narrow boundaries that he just can't cross, a narrow world of firm unthinking conviction.
He constantly crosses the boundaries of others - carelessly, selfishly, he knows nothing but his own conviction, there is nothing outside his world that he could accept - only his own interests.
He arouses aggression and aversion in me. And with the woman? I feel pity and a certain helplessness - I can't help her. She should stand on her own two feet for once and hit the table - but she doesn't dare to do that, it doesn't even occur to her - existential fears.
As soon as I try to ignore the time signal on the clock, she says: you're not allowed to do that, stick to the rules!
If these people get out of hand, it has a destructive effect on society. like in the 1930s. You have to abide by the rules that this society imposes - otherwise you will be expelled and lynched. Strict morals for others - but completely self-indulgent. Disregarding, abusing... the rules are for the others - and for appearances on the outside. Grey businessmen by day - libertines by night.
Until now I have experienced the mushrooms mainly as spiritual companions and guides... why do they only show me dark, narrow things here and now? The deepest scum, so to speak... Disgust, decay, perversity, dullness, obtuseness... and something garish, twisted.
DiscussionInvasive, mushroom.
Men in the patriarchal sense.
Mushroom grows on spruce trunks - it deceives you, you think it is a brown cap, but it is poisonous.
Fungi: I seem different on the outside... at night the underworld.