Author:
Michaela Zorzi
Book:
Sense provings 2
Type:
Proving
Chapter:
2020.67.00
Falcaria vulgaris
Trituration proving, C1-C3 15.8.2018 Ritzing, Michaela Zorzi.
We find the plant on the wayside together with Eryngium campestre and Echium vulgare. Dry ground, we try to dig out the root, deep seated between stones, we have to tear it off.
C1
Immediately after starting to triturate arises the feeling of a huge hood on the head, wonderful feeling, about one meter, also to be completely rooted, with the feet on earth, the spine upright and the head in the sky. The feeling will last long, seems to last forever.
But then out of a sudden, the hood is pulled away from the head, the feeling to be without hair, naked, without protection, thoughts on patients after chemotherapy.
There is nothing left, everything bald, rare, lost everything. Fallen out of everything.
Sad feeling, there is nothing left to do
The scratching of the pistil sounds like death rattle. Anyway standing upright.
Lot of sighing.
Spinning wheel, the clocks are tickling forever, timeless feeling.
Refined spherical feeling. Whispering.
Enjoying the space, to be alone, nobody around.
C2
Why losing the hood? Everyone needs his space; losing the space means losing the hood, the protection and connection to the universe.
But also losing the connection to the other people around; with deep sadness and withdrawal
Remembering a patient with a melanoma, wish to determine death by committing suicide, lying beside her horse in the stable, on the earth, nothing left, no emotions, very clear.
Remembering Socrates’death. Falcaria seems to be not that poisonous, more refined, a strong spiritual longing for connection with the universe.
For people who are fallen out of the moon, meaning fallen out of their emotions, their communion with the eternal, considering the name of the plant “sickle”.
pureness, aesthetic.
cathedral in the dark, watching the rosette.
transformed love, to be in the dark, as in the womb of the mother, within connection with everything.
feeling of determination and responsibility for oneself in the universe, weaving the carpet of one’s destiny.
Feeling of a large ramification of the hood, like having multiple antennas on the head, setting up a connection with the eternal surroundings.
She knows about her value.
Tranquility.
C3
Need of more individuality in the group, need to break rules, moving to another place outside of the room, sitting in the garden, in the warm sun, for some of us too hot, changing the place, then the wind brings chaos in the trituration, we have to move back in the room.
Everything happens at its time. it is the right time for everything.
modalities and body sensations:
wind, desire to go to fresh air; wind agg.
Desire for warmth it aggravates.
Hunger, desire for eating.
Alopecia.
Coughing.
itching whole body.
C4 trituration in the quantum physics group on 12.9.2018
Dream of a participant:
They wanted to kill me. Reason was completely unknown and not important to me either. Two agents protected me, which was annoying to me, because I was not afraid, no tension, just increased attention.
Short sequence at the apartment of my maternal grandmother, in whose staircase I had gone out of prudence to rest. I should beware of two "evil agents".
Had an appointment with my boss in a hotel, told the protective agent I did not need them. Did not tell my boss about the situation. It was a classic short company meeting, uninspiring.
After that I went to my hotel on foot. Thereby I saw the two evil agents. Not me for now. Wanted to inform my protector (do not alarm, I was not afraid at all), went through a parking lot and the evil agents wanted to hit me with a big jeep. At the last moment, they decided differently due to the many witnesses around and slowed down. The two and I have looked each other in the eye for a long moment, I was completely devoid of emotion, and reported the incident to the two protectors. We sat more or less relaxed at a table.
Still a very strong headache that presses on the eyes.
Michaela Zorzi, Elisabeth Pope-Lackinger, Bernadette Haller, Andrea Bogad