Anomodon attenuatus
Sense proving, 27-3-2021, Utrecht.
Provers: Petra Balloch, Ursula Bleeck, Britta Dähnrich, Susanne Diez, Franz Swoboda, all.
Prover Sandra Schulte
Sensitive to noise.
The rubbing noises of my colleagues remind me of a respirator and are almost unbearable.
Organs, face, as if split in two, stiff, bleeding, abdomen.
Pain lower back.
Can be good alone, strength contrasted with desire for connection, embrace, leaning on, desire for support.
Depth, calm, wisdom, enlightenment.
Just being, deep rest.
Reconciliation of the sexes is important, embrace between man and woman, both energies.
Perfect state of being.
Strength, as in tender embrace, covered, embraced in soft, tender blanket.
Connectedness, networking is the solution, in love and tenderness, cosy.
Colleagues
Like open heart chakra.
Women making loving protest, tears, pain, hopelessness, rising again.
Serving the world, my task is to serve the world, but the world doesn't understand me.
Like Mandela, image of Phoenix from the ashes, unexpected power, great power, fear of not being able to control it.
Evil forces slowly begin to understand.
Helps, one serves, the others don't understand, the others are almost stronger.
The other force is not stronger.
Fear of the outside world, of what is inside.
Cover, what is behind, not important, gigantic.
Angry, want to tear it from the tree, cannot influence it is stary where it is.
Lack of connection, not what it seems to be.
Prover 2 Petra Balloch
In my head like windscreen wipers moving from outside to inside. I have many horizontal layers in my body.
The layers in my body are not yet permeable.
Simultaneously these layers are in the cosmos.
Juicy, fluid, still separated, the connection will happen. The noise of the trituration is very loud.
It pumps between the layers.
It goes from up to down, in my body as well. Pulling down, coming down.
It will take a long time.
At some point I will be in the other layer.
I do not know how. I have enough time. It cleans.
It goes into the legs.
I want to stand up, move.
I am standing. My body tilts backwards.
My body tilts in a past of ancestors and former lives. I want to go on.
Prover 3 Gerard Wiringa
First softness and perseverance. And abundance, first pleasant, then too much, pushing each other away.
Then a heavy feeling in the middle of my abdomen that pushes me down.
There is something behind that heavy feeling but I can't get through.
Prover 4, Helena van Dijk
Functionally organised. Nothing is too long or too short. A lot of togetherness, sovereign, long term vision. Covering what is behind it but there is nothing special, it is not about special. As if you keep something behind but there is nothing special. Somehow it is gigantic but that also is not important. Touchable but it probably will not feel nice. Too moist? Suddenly there is a flame of anger and I want to tear it of the tree! But it won’t matter, it will have no effect. As if you will not have effect on some part of it. It will always stay, as it is.
It will not be triggered, pushed in any direction, it will stay as it is whether you injure it or nourish it… There is some coldness although it is vulnerable. Lack of connection although we are with many. It’s not what it seems to be, soft and nice to touch, it ‘s lonely. Not empty but when you feel it is more difficult to endure, so better be where you are and stay there. No movement no warm development. No joy in motion as we humans can have. But we’ll keep the earth alive. We’ll cover it and endure. And stay. Tough.
Prover 5 Monika Lang
27.3.2021
Moss Meditation Utrecht
Sensproving Anamedon (c3 Trituration)
"Difficult access"
At the stream and waterfall and this place different soil, more lime
My perception: A path into another world, accompanied by the sound of footsteps (feet in wooden shoes) shuffling a little.
But also like in flight, images from a drone and like a maelstrom.
I come to a simple village, memories of an experience in Lesoto almost 67 years ago come up, when I had climbed the steep hill behind the house in the morning and there I also came as if into another world, with the Sunday noon sounds of a
hidden, remote village. Children playing, the smell of fire, people shouting to each other, the rubbing of grain in the archaic rubbing bowls made of stone. Without any background noise from another world, as if in a vacuum.
But here, now, the feeling of danger creeps over me, (the horsemen.... the Cherchenes, the Huns, the......???????
The scraping sound reminds me of frogs
It is a total in-between or parallel world
Today on the journey we already had the topic of parallel worlds that govern us or in which secret money flows and other things that are hidden from us exist and determine our reality.
Where secret studies, records, plans for catastrophes (or pandemics) are forged. Reality is not the same as reality? Secret societies!
Questions, doubts
The moss on the tree acts like a protection from the outside world and yet also like a wall of secrecy. The inner life is not revealed, must be protected. One is separated from the inside, from the real. Led astray.
You can't hear any sounds any more, it's just crackling!
Is the haunting over?