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Russula nigricans

Kingdom
3Plants
Phylum
7Fungi
Class
6Basidiomycota
Subclass
6Agaricomycetes
Phase
5Russulales
Subphase
5Russulaceae
Stage
17
Name

Russula nigricans

Author

Christa Ari, Susanne Diez

Type

Proving

Book
Family
Sense proving, 23-9-2021, Zell, Susanne Diez, Christa Ari.
Prover 1, Susanne DiezC1
In the pink-grey sky the colour threads of the morning play... the painter sketches with signs a past future... The pattern in the bowl is so beautiful that I photograph it.
A farmer's servant on the mountain pasture, who in his loneliness sodomises a goat. He is content and happy, he has no problem with it, animals are like people to him, he talks to them too. In winter he has a few women in the village with whom he occasionally meets and enjoys himself. He is not a man of words, sometimes he talks in "animal sounds".
Russula: Why do you make a distinction between plant, animal and human? I talk to all of them.
I remember the play "Sylvia" - in love with a goat.
(I ask Christa: Where are you? -... Ch: let me deal with this...)
R: Why do people have such an aversion to bestiality? After all, you don't have a problem with heart valves made from pigs, animal culture media and monkey DNA in medicines... Maybe you need me if you have problems with that and don't want to mix with animals, you haughty lot!
You eat animals, cuddle with them occasionally... and bestiality is yuck? Do you still associate sex with procreation? Are you afraid of begetting animal people? You are not afraid of cloning and test-tube babies... everything should be allowed and that shouldn't be? What squeamish moralists you are! What is allowed is what pleases... and what about the lapdogs of old lonely women?
Ah - sex and dying - those are your biggest taboos!..... Interruption (debriefing other mushrooms).
Continuation: breaking taboos, absolutely breaking taboos.... Interaction with Christa.
Perhaps stigmatised by this behaviour... but the peasant servant takes it lightly - or he is not even able to realise his taboo-breaking, He has something very naive, he finds nothing wrong with it. When someone cries out about breaking a taboo, he just shrugs his shoulders and doesn't know why that should be a problem: What's the big deal? Everyone has fun doing it!
Everything is possible - on the alp there's no sin.
Short severe toothache canine tooth upper left.
Prover 2, Christa Ari,
I found this mushroom in Carinthia at 1000m altitude, it was in a group, already totally black. This may be an already dead mushroom. This species can remain in a dead state until the next year, they rot extremely slowly!!!, an exception among mushrooms!
C1 Trituration with Susanne DiezSpongiosa
Loss of stability- fear of it and no one takes me seriously.
Insignificant- unknown- never seen.
What does it want here? Not quite pretty, but quite sta(lich, yes striking!
Stinging in both ears- deafness- ear canal polyps
Dull, secluded, behind thick, padded doors.
The message is not audible to all ears.
Listening inwards.
Abysmal depths
Take note of me - I have nothing seductive - I am just the way I am. Heat feeling rises.
Longing for closeness.
Where are you?
By a large pond of moor water. My feet dangle in the amber water. The light plays with the sound of the bubbles in the wind. I feel the wind on my skin, it gives me a familiar feeling. I feel the flow of time in infinity and sway my weight back and forth. Yes, I can hear you in the distance and also the shrill scream of the woman before she was murdered. The woman is me, the scream is stuck in me. It gave me the shape and the colour. Listen to Nef and you will feel death kissing me. Adieu amour, my love. I give myself to you without resistance. Only this silent scream inside me, full of lust, remains.
The corpse in the bog
This mushroom slowly rots, next spring it is found like charred mummies. The preserved cry. Stigmatisation. The eternal stain. Nothing is ever forgotten.
You are deaf to what someone wants to tell you. You just don't hear it, as if nothing has happened. No one knows
Selective hearing, only hearing what you want to hear. Breaking taboos - skeletons in the closet.
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