Sense proving, 29-6-2026, Zell.
Provers: Petra Balloch, Ursula Bleeck, Lyssa Clayton, Britta Dähnrich, Christine Fordinal-Frey, Günther Fordinal, Lucia Klackova, Markus Kuntosch, Jan Scholten, Franz Swoboda, Tomas Vyboch.
Remedy Code: 3-642.17.11.
Prover JanThe scent is so sweet, just like that of Manuka honey from New Zealand.
He puts on a brave face and acts as if nothing is wrong, whilst everything around him is falling apart.
Gentlemen in decline…
A gentleman in prison.
A painful sight, painful to behold.
Suffocating, a constricted throat.
Prover FranzI am not free in my thinking. So I am not sure these notes have sth to do with the plant.
Just before the proving started, we had a situation. My mind is still occupied with it.
When there was a wet spot under the toilet, I felt I had to exculpate myself which made me angry. L. Said, when she entered the bathroom after me, the spot was already there. And if so: I used the toilet six hours ago for the last time, and I never piss standing. How could I have done it.
In order to stop this whodunit-discussion, in which I felt uncomfortable, I said, I would clean the toilet. I said that in a way which made C. angry. I saw the anger in her eyes.
I finally cleaned the toilet. Seeing it clean, was a good feeling.
(Perfect Days by Wim Wenders: Cleaning with passion satisfies. No question who made the mess.
So: First, you are a suspect. And even if you are innocent in that very situation, you can get into trouble when your reaction offends the investigator.
The plant smells intensely like honey. Nice! Very nice! (others found the smell disgusting!)
(Originally, I had no intention to prove this plant. I would have kept distance.)
Prover ChristineDisgust, desire to vomit.
Yawning, void, all this glitter is not gold, talking with little substance, flattering nature, trying to make a good impression.
Dementia, anencephalus.
Prover LyssaRagged, lost its former glory.
A faded actress, trying to preserve her youth. Smell like old talcum powder and make up.
Dropping.
Sadness, not embracing change. Faded silks.
I was bright and youthful and loved..
Sad, tired.
The song from " Cats" the musical "Memory".Grizabella.
The smell is almost pleasant, but something is off.
Bette Davies "All about Eve" an older famous actress being undermined by a young "fan".
A youthful wannabe who schemes and manipulates her way to the top to replace her.
Feigning care. And the cycle begins again.
Sudden dizziness, disorientation.
Can I sit up straight, or fall over sideways.
"Memory" song lyrics I was beautiful then, I remember the time I know what happiness was.
(All the other plants were suffering from the heat, this one wasn't.
More disorientation and trying to sit up <<<.
Prover PetraI feel reserved.
I feel like watching a soap on TV.
The beautiful flower now looks like a toilet brush, a cleaning towel and toilet paper – promising freshness and cleanliness.
It had seemed to be so beautiful like a summer dress of fifties style, like a petticoat.
Publicity for purity, for being clean and fresh.
The other side of it is: You have to be ashamed for making a spot or if you are not a perfect housewife or if you neglect housekeeping.
My feelings are a bit blocked.
My rational mind has to take over.
Don’t let anger and reaction guide you.
Wait for the next publicity: for coffee or for peppermint drops.
In a way I feel a kind of sadness and then pity.
Prover UrsulaMy feeling: I need protection.
I put on an air of being grand and powerful, but in reality I am vulnerable.
The underlying thought: I don’t have much time left to show who I am.
A sadness wells up within me from my heart, almost like a sense of world-weariness, at the fact that one moment I am admired, but the next I am hurt.
I feel detached, unbound.
Prover TomasA person is hiding in a bomb shelter. Above him, bombs are falling and war is raging. He is trapped in a small, airless space filled with dust. He is wearing a gas mask, and breathing through it is extremely difficult. He waits for it all to end. There is hope. There are no emotions, no fear—he functions like a robot.
Prover GuntherI can hardly breathe; my corset is laced so tightly – it perhaps it can be tightened a little more.
What am I living for?
A young woman from a famous family is ‘presented’ at a ball to find a husband.
Prover MarkusProver Lucia
A very beautiful plant. It caught my attention immediately with its appearance. Beautiful and attractive. Confident. Everyone wants to come to it, to admire it. But when you get to know it a little better, when you smell it, it has a very repulsive smell. Like an old perfume.
Not everything is as it appears from the outside.
Mexican immigrants who came to America – California – I see sun and sunny beaches, they came for a better life. To be better and successful, to escape that traumatizing life from South America, where murders and violence are a daily occurrence. They wanted to escape that everyday fear for their lives. Purity vs. violence, trauma. Anxiety and fear that you don't see from the outside, fear for one's life.
Infertility.
Prover BrittaSomething is unbearable; even though I was looking forward to examining this plant – it’s beautiful, it’s large.
A sickening smell; I have to gag; I’d love nothing more than to throw up.
Sexual abuse through oral sex.
I am utterly horrified and remain in a state of horror.
The typical story of the nice uncle who lures the girl with sweets and flattery only to then abuse her.
Rage that gets stuck in my throat.
DiscussionStage? 11? Gentleman quality. There is some flexibility in the reaction.
Keeping the head up. More
Stage 10, like Tomas suggests.
All other plants suffered from heat and dryness. Not this one.
After a fire, the seeds grow even more.
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