13.2 Moringa oleifera
Trituration proving 18-3-2011, Lamu
Provers: Prover 1, Prover 8 (Prover 8’s notes as addition), Prover 17.
We want to protect.
Prover 1: I also feel protected by the tree.
First we have been very rude to the tree, we broke a branch without permission, it looked like a wound (vulva).
Prover 1 feels very touched, with some restlessness and nausea.
We want to hug each other all the time.
Taking a photo of us and the tree.
The flowers are white, little, look fragile, smell sweetly, a little bit like honey.
The leaves of the tree are very fragile and a quite strong smelling a bit (?) of tobacco.
(Prover 19 smokes a cigar in our corner!).
The flowers are very delicate, smelling sweet.
Then we have to find our place.
Prover 17 has a problem with privacy, she can’t find a undisturbed place!
We have to wait for Prover 19, after he has been already at our table, he disappeared.
Meanwhile Prover 17 sees a music band, with drums playing and drinking beer.
Prover 1 feels not well, although the tree is fragile, it can protect us.
We have a theme (discussion?) about language and translation?
Prover 1 is not comfortable.
Loving care.
Why is Prover 19 not coming????
We’re getting angry, we have been the first!
We promise ourselves, that we will measure the time today very carefully.
Prover 1 starts with C1.
Headache and still a protection theme.
Prover 8 feels tired.
We imagine musicians, live, a Samba group.
We feel as if we had smoked too much last night and drank too much, lying back in the pillows, lazy.
Sex, drugs, samba, smoking men.
And the ladies in the pool -> associating them as being: our groupies.
Machos and softies.
Oh, so sweet.
Fragile, hurt.
Also so nice.
Prover 1 walking. Can’t find her water, restless.
We (Prover 17 and Prover 8) want to stay here.
South American music and chill out, looking for the girls!
Rhythm: Tuck a tuck toooo.
Tuck a tuch atuck.
Chuck a chuck a chou.
Prover 1: it is a hangover with sickness.
She is not connected to us.
Like after too many drugs, still in her world.
Prover 8: "She can’t make a gig without drugs”.
Her headache is awful, the taste is a bit prickling (also bitter?).
Makes a little numbness? in the lips and gum.
Prover 17 is diluting.
Prover 1 says: "the water is very important" smells lemon like, stinks rotten, bitter.
Salivation.
Prover 1 cannot write, she feels sick, wanting to vomit.
"I was angry with myself, why did I do this again?".
We want to spit it out, we feel disgusted.
While triturating: the milk sugar falls off so easily, it doesn’t connect to the mortar.
Yawning; laughing in a little brutal, disgusting way.
It’s not a chill out, it is a hangover, it’s not satisfying.
I’m never going to drink again.
I won’t drink. But I can take the drugs.
Feeling of diarrhea.
Having eaten something spoiled.
C1
Whole lumps are of the plant are still visible.
The colour of our milk sugar plant mixture is looking beautiful (greenish), doesn’t fit to the nasty rotten feelings, but looks like bile.
Boah (disgusting), headache, sickness.
We need a drum.
Prover 17 goes to the kitchen, to get a bowl and wooden spoons.
We play the drum.
It stinks rotten, it is a rotten world.
Sex, crime, drum and drugs.
Prover 8 goes to the loo = diarrhea.
Constantly sick feeling and loud yawning.
Not interested in anything at all.
Laughing hysterically.
Your nose is running.
Tough coughing, very loud, disgusting, the mucus is sticking, behind the sternum.
Mucus doesn’t go up while coughing, sticks in the pharynx.
Prover 1 has to cough very roughly,.
Full of sweat all over the body.
I’m burping loudly.
We raped the gogi (?), they can go out of here.
The mucus is not going away.
Prover 1 has the feeling, she has to hold the mortar to the heart.
Now she feels better.
The voice is not clear.
Something (a lump in the stomach) is not going out.
Prover 19 is the dealer, that’s why we were irritated.
C2
Drumming helps the physical symptoms (coughing, sickness with vomiting, diarrhea, burping, sweating, running nose, running right eye, pain in right ear, bitter taste).
Prover 19 our dealer, providing us with drugs.
He did not come, when we were shouting for him, but we needed the stuff.
Sweating a lot. In the face, sweat running down, also in the back.
Once provided with the C2 (the stuff: the drug), physical symptoms get less.
We are getting calm.
Prover 17 feels stoned from the new stuff.
Silence, hanging out in Mexico, nothing seems to happen.
Like in the books of Garcia Marquez.
Or in some American movies.
Just being, nothing is happening.
Smoking a cigar would be nice, and having a drink.
Prover 8 is now playing the drums, while Prover 17 triturates.
Tears come out of Prover 8s eyes, without any feelings.
Stinking sweat. All the dirt had to come out.
Her menses started.
No emotion at all, our eyes are going far away.
The right ear and eyes are running.
Prover 8: "I see all frogs (? Prover 1, what was this, I can’t remember…), very sensitive, I lose the feeling of time".
Time passes so slowly.
Right leg hurts in the inner side. The knee hurts too.
Now suddenly: the caring attitude:
Prover 17: "I feel like making bread, grinding the seeds or corn. I must be a woman now, I feel like being in the kitchen, I want to be in the front of the house."
We are lying very relaxed, chicken are running about.
We had spoiled some water on the table.
Prover 8: "Association: it looks like the amazon in the rain forest".
We are so tired, we are in a canoe.
The air is very humid, unable and unwilling to move, doing nothing.
Somehow we are connected with the nature.
Let us go with the nature, animals, around us.
Prover 17 is playing the drum by hard.
The water is foul.
Heavy to breath.
I smell smoke.
It is right sided, everything is right sided.
The drumming is so down to earth.
The water is not good.
Prover 8 would love to go on forever with stirring the remedy.
The rhythm is so good.
Mother earth is breathing
The bowl needs to be in the lap.
It is intensive.
I feel the story so well, very calm, nothing to do, drums, tribal walk, dancing, walking.
Very peaceful.
But at once gathering something.
I feel a little nervous, not knowing what is going to come.
The powder looks like cocaine, pure white.
Prover 17: I’m completely easy. No need to drum.
(what she had done until now very rhythmic, calming).
I feel just calm.
Prover 1 wants to escape into the delta, because of the dirty water.
Water.
Doesn’t want to hold the bowl, not so much connection, like looking at a movie.
Prover 17 starts to clean up.
She gets some coke with gin for all of us, because there is no rum.
Prover 1: Rum has a great taste.
The drink of Prover 8 is spoiled by a fly.
Prover 17 dances Rumba and Bossanova, tries to dance it very slow and lazy.
We take a little film: Prover 1 is drumming in a very creative way, changing positions, putting the bowl onto her head while continuing, then turning the bowl round to "vomit” into it, meanwhile, Prover 17 and Prover 8 are laughing a lot, like drunk, burping, pretending vomiting, tough coughing; Prover 8 feels drunk, easy going, giggling; Prover 1 lays down on the floor, the bowl on her belly, still drumming, then she gets up and tries to dance with or around a column while drumming. Prover 17 had never laughed as silly and much since she was young age.
The rhythm changes into English Military drum rhythm.
like English soldiers appearing, from a far distance.
Prover 17: "It does not matter, it is like passing by we don’t care".
We are prepared.
People are preparing in the villages with the war-dancing.
The new rhythm dominates the soft and slow one.
Prover 8: The English soldiers come, they give as all the rum to make us drunk and passive and dependent.
Prover 1 dilutes.
Prover 8: "It’s hot".
Prover 1 burps loud.
The drums are beaten, now they ebb away, now the English passed by.
Prover 1 has the feeling of drumming all her life.
We are not connected with our doing, again like a movie.
Only with the drums.
"The remedy is poisoning” someone says.
Complete disconnection, I don’t care, no one cares, no emotions.
Also the warrior’s drums don’t touch us.
We go and went through all phases of drug abuse.
Indifference.
SCHEISS EGAL, "I care a shit…!!!".
What shall, what happens doesn’t touch us.
Sweating brings all the shit out.
We need the rhythm.
Fucking tired.
Stinking.
Prover 17: "Can’t hold my neck”.
Feelings? Getting unconscious, don’t want to feel.
Sad about wasted life.
Everything is passing by.
Aggressiveness.
Prover 19 irritates Prover 1, Prover 19 is irritated with us and makes mistakes.
C3
If we would decide to change our way of living and to feel something, would be too tuff hard work.
it is noisy in the trituration, we need something.
How is it without drugs?
Stinky.
Pain in stomach.
Tired, yawning.
A bit hunger, burps.
The big rhythm comes back.
What is behind this stage of indifference and being stoned?
Prover 17: ”I feel some duty, sitting alone and diluting, while Prover 1 and Prover 8 are swimming. They wanted to do the triturating in the sun, staying in the pool and having the mortar on the edge of the pool. I couldn’t allow that. Now I’m sitting here alone, doing my duty.
Prover 8 says, there was smell of rubber in the water.
Prover 1` headache is gone completely.
Prover 17: "The substance has now connected with the bottom of the mortar, it is hard to scrub it off. There is a resistance”.
Prover 8: after bathing the dull feeling has gone.
Prover 17: "My eyes have pain, they drag together in the middle, like cross- eyed".
We start bothering (we get each other towels and get some tea) and go into action.
Prover 1 says, in her inner, the Rhythm has changed, it is now classic music with drums, like Beethoven, but Beethoven hasn’t written something with drums, but may be it is Ravel: Oh yes, Bolero!
Prover 17 looks in her iPhone for the Music, can’t find it, but there is a strange number, which she doesn’t know. She opens it and a speech is starting.
Prover 8: "Wow, that’s Chuck, Chuck Spezzano".
Prover 17: "Who?"
Prover 8: "Don’t you know him?"
Prover 17: "No".
Prover 8 adores him!
So he gives in his speech the answer, how we find out of that stage:
"To feel the ONENESS, back to the unity, go to your inner self, let the Ego go.
Don’t get into that trap of the Ego telling you, that help will come from the outside.
Go and have a look in your inner self. The solutions are all lying there.”
Some female quality came up.
The male part is the drumstick on the way back to the oneness.
Prover 1 feels fine.
Prover 17: I feel good, no more "shit doesn’t matter".
Prover 8: I’m happy with this solution.
You can come out of this, if something happens or someone comes to give the impulse, then you yourself take the decision.
We decided to go out of that "stoned” situation, e.g. into the water.
Prover 17 took over the responsibility.
Prover 1: I held the bowl.
Prover 17, while triturating: "Now I want to press harder, I want to do it properly."
There is still a disconnection.
I’m completely on the earth, the caring mother.
Some pain in the gallbladder ( but that’s a personal symptom).
Prover 17’s feet are swollen a lot.
Chicken are popping up.
We are not going to through the plants into the sea, we have done enough with water.