Calliergonella cuspidata
Proving 28 February 2019; Moscow region, Russia.
“A Chukcha waiting for the sunrise... When sunshine comes it means that’s summer... If there’s no sun it means that’s winter... So let my tundra be as is.” (Russian pop song)
"I fell into the river, so let the river carry me." (from “Hedgehog in the Fog” cartoon)
God in heaven will help us all (from Christmas Carols)
THEMES
Confusion.
1. Weaving, tangle, stem entanglement.
At a first glance everything iss soft, a piece of shaggy greenery. Look at all this stuff, it's all messed up, it's all screwed up.
Tricky stories, secrets.
Everything is so intertwined and tangled up that it looks like a whole and creates the basis and base.
No personality. A messed biomass. Tops and roots are the same, who cares? They grow into each other.
Unclear. He doesn't see the prospects. Controlled chaos.
2. Lost in life.
To get lost in the woods.
Fantasies, Hansel and Gretel, went into the woods and couldn't find their way.
Confusion, embarrassment. Lost, doesn't understand where he went.
I'm looking for something important in myself, but I can't get to the bottom of it. And I can't grab it, so I let go, I don't want to think about it.
Mental contact is difficult to establish.
We can't talk directly; I don't know your language.
Something has "shut up" in my brain, and I can't find the words.
I don't want to strain my brains.
I'm embarrassed that I can't do it, even though I tried to make a good impression. A problem that she can't understand.
• Lost his memory, totally lost everywhere.
3. Dizziness.
It's floating in front of my eyes. We need to get a hold of something. As if drunk a lot of alcohol, lost touch with the world.
Crazy in the head.
I feel like a drunken zombie.
Instead of a "face," I want to write an "egg."
4. The fog.
Wandering in the fog.
It's foggy.
Russian cartoon "Hedgehog in the Fog." There's nothing in front of my eyes.
Softness / Hardness.
Rigidity and softness at the same time.
Hard, gloomy, but when it opens, it can cry over minor things.
It looks harsh, but it's soft.
It feels like velvet to the touch.
Looks rigid, but it in reality it is not.
Spike-like, but soft to touch.
It’s tender, and it can fall apart and get destroyed, one must not suppress it. Hard. Resists and recovers.
Nice, soft to the touch.
If I dry out, I'll be prickly, then I won't get hurt, I'll be stable, invulnerable. Inside it is soft, though hard on top.
Poor.
Lack of resources. Living in a mode of resource scarcity. Shortage. Food shortage.
Movie “Slumdog Millionaire”. Beggars pulling strangers' arms. He's happy with as little as he has.
Poor nutrition. I don't need much.
I have everything. What I have inside me and around me is enough. People are prisoners of camps, political repression. Concentration camps. Severe extreme living conditions.
Stifled, squeezed circumstances.
The blockade, the war.
Poor guys. Mentally poor. Squeezed into mental frames.
• Absorption. He's taking it in.
The thought of accepting, but not giving.
A tribe accepts new members, but it does not release anyone.
I can breathe into it all the heavy stuff in my life and it will take it. But if I want to take something out of it, I hit the wall. He takes everything in, but it doesn't let things get out of it.
The God gave it, the God took it back.
Moss takes it all in - pain, sadness. And he doesn't give back anything.
In the environment, everything that's thrown away, it takes into itself. A purifier. Traumatic shock absorber.
It stops bleeding.
Living off the dirt around and staying clean inside.
Maybe karma cleaner.
Like a cleansing filter.
Survivor.
Heavyweight.
Every wound soothes quickly, like a dog’s or cat’s one. Vitality.
He's clinging to life.
I just wish I could get a hold of it, no matter what happens.
We will survive, no matter what happens.
A strong, resilient tribe. Survival rate is high.
To soften the blow. There are many of us, and we are resilient.
Prehistoric feeling, as if there's no life on Earth yet. Cataclysms. Dry land is rising. In these difficult circumstances, he can survive.
Children who shouldn't have been born or survived if it weren't for medicine. Deadborn, resuscitated and alive.
A hunter in the taiga. He'll survive and find food.
No roots.
Where does it get its food from? Out of the air, sun and water. No roots.
Transition between water and land. Can't get a hold of anything.
The war. The baby's family is killed, and there's no one to tell him about the birth roots. Repression, parents taken away, kids taken to shelters.
A ban on the family history.
Missing people.
Lost his memory, lost himself.
Refugees. Exile. Deportation. Emigration.
A lonely wanderer, a hunter.
"My home is everywhere."
My story is the lack of a sense of roots and home. I don't feel at home anywhere, like I'm from another planet. When I was 8 years old, we moved to another country, and I quickly forgot my family, as if they weren't my own. There's no such thing as a homeland.
Laws and traditions are like the roots; it’s hard to rely on anything without them. The evacuation, the life is like a leaf on wind, and you can't do anything.
As if a mental contact is hard to establish.
We can't speak directly, I don't know the language.
With the National Socialism, we lost our elite, our culture. And the roots.
Uncertain and weak alone / Strong together.
1. Weak alone
To build common rules for assurance and self-confirmation.
Depends on the choices and opinions of others, but he wants his own ones.
Pliable. He's not arguing.
Uncertain, because of being dizzy, with blurry vision.
Uncertainty, and we need to get a hold of something solid.
Little helpless exhausted. Left alone. A child asks herself: "are they gonna play with me"? He starts, but he doesn't finish.
I can't grab and let go, I don't want to think about it.
If there's a change, he's lost. He hides, goes down, closes up and cries.
"Let the river carry me."
No personality. A biomass.
Powerless. No rights.
2. Being together is a necessity.
You have to stick to the band, be together, for confidence and strength. Family. Together, power. Separately, death.
We're on the same carpet, and we're clinging to each other, and we've swallowed up all the space around.
Growth like a neural network.
Strong when following common rules and traditions.
At some point, on the contrary, I felt confident, centered and found the right answer.
I have a sense of vitality in my heart and chest, I live.
I have so much power, I can even shout out scary stories, and that would make it easier. Death is over, and there's power to move forward.
Slow.
Not in a hurry. Contemplation.
Fisherman. Sitting on the beach, fishing for hours. Introvert.
Mentally retarded.
The feeling that I don't understand what you're saying.
Simple. As it is.
"All ingenious is simple".
The way it is arranged is so simple, and it's nice.
"What can I say? - There's nothing to say."
Boring, dull, about nothing.
The clothes are simple but practical and functional.
Walking barefoot.
If I want to understand it, I have to focus and concentrate only on it.
It's funny without reason.
Favourite topics for conversation - politics, at the housekeeper’s gossip level.
It is a monotonous existence; even the horrors around it make diversity.
Somebody killed someone somewhere; it’s an event to discuss.
There are public executions somewhere, let's go see it.
Scary fairy tales, an entertainment in everyday life. It's exciting. "Scary, oh!"
Simple life. Another day comes, there's gonna be food.
No spiritual development.
It was the most sophisticated plant at that time of the evolution.
Nationalities that live in line with the nature. That's the way it is.
They were given a questionnaire to fill in, where they had to choose something in the box, and they did not understand what to do with it.
To understand a choice "I reject something, I accept something," it's hard for that moss. It's just the way it is. There is no psychology.
That's life as it is.
“A Chukcha waiting for the sunrise...
When sunshine comes it means that’s summer... If there’s no sun it means that’s winter...
So let my tundra be as is.” (Russian pop song)
God gave it, God took it back.
There’s no difference in how to live, no questions, no way to change life.
Doomed. We're gonna have to go through some trouble. Pull the strap.
They don't realize that. They ride their lifeway, got a hit on the head here, and got a hit there again...
Doesn't wonder what it's for, that it's a test. My closet is here, it's always been there.
Life / Death.
Vitality. He's clinging to life.
You are born, you die, and it’s a short life.
Life as it is. God gave you life, God took it back.
How to live – there’s no difference, no question, no way to change life.
Doomed. We're gonna have to go through some trouble. Pull the strap.
The motto is, "There are the body and its laws."
Earth element sticks to the earth element. Living by the laws of the living flesh.
Life is cruel, simple, but fleeting. Like a merry-go-round, the pictures change quickly. Born, raised. Got married. Multiplied the family. Working hard got tired. Then died.
Everything is subject to the laws of the clan. Automatic life.
Life is quick, and then a series of passion, then cemetery, and the body goes into the earth.
Commonly, the brightest event is the wedding. The measure of life success is what kind of a wedding he's having. That’s the uppermost point. After all the growing-up thing, wedding's the peak. Then there's no big deal. Difficulties, fatigue, illnesses...
Life is simple. In fact, it’s a dull thing, but there are passions to colour it. Fighting, raping, beating, incest, blood feud.
Sex perversion. Violations. Excitations.
Huge waves of the ocean of life. Bringing in thousands of new lives every hour and taking back thousands of lives.
A vision - a battlefield after a war, an earthquake, tsunami, mudslides. Everything is erased, but then the first sprouts of life break through. Life is stronger; it has its own laws.
Just to live by to the laws of the family, the clan.
There are a lot of common genetic diseases due to closely related marriages. Congenital pathology, hare lip, wolf's mouth. Mental retardation, schizophrenia.
Hard life, hard work. Coal mines, stone mines.
Death.
Death as a character, an image. Deity of death. Death is like a relief.
Death as a spectacle, entertainment.
The death of a child.
"Songs and Dances of Death" by Modest Mussorgsky.
A man freezes in the cold and tries to warm himself up with a wild dance.
A dream: I fall asleep and die.
Funerals. Afterwards, a big party with lots of eating and drinking, to mark the event. Funeral, you don't feel anything or you cry too much.
Mother.
She is soft. Adjusts to the child, but still gently forces to do what is necessary. Doesn't scold, doesn't beat, doesn't order, but you just do what you have to do.
Mom's a simple soul mate. Dad's strict. That’s classics.
I can breathe into her all the heavy stuff in my life, and she'll take it.
A young mother, with a 1.5-year-old hyperactive child, and she's tired of the situation. She's got a lot of anger and irritation. She is afraid that she once kills the child.
A young mother of a child with spinal myotrophy, no one helps her, she is angry at the child and shouts out of powerlessness. Afraid that she kills the child one day.
A mother holds a dying child in her arms.
The mother has a child dying in her arms, she sings him a lullaby, Death comes and says, "Let me sing and rock, and you rest”.
The mother who buried the child.
The kids. Death of children.
Children’s handwork, of wood, cones, moss, tree branches. A baby is scary. Scary fairy tales for kids.
Children's fears, horrors.
Scaring the kids with monsters, spirits, and bad fairy tales. Kids without parents, without roots.
Killing kids. The death of a child.
"Girl with matches" is a terrible fairy tale, a girl dying, freezing.
People who have serious pathologies or congenital diseases are children who should not have been born or survived, but allopathy intervened.
Deadborn, who's resuscitated. Shouldn't have lived. But God decided, "All right, let him survive."
The one born after the death of the previous child.
Late kid, no one was expecting him, and he wasn't supposed to appear here.
A life story: In a village, her aunt's little daughter "ate" a New Year's garland, she was electrocuted and died. And for a week, everyone was crying.
Old age.
Elder people. Getting old and sentimental. It's old. Wrinkles. Crooked fingers.
Clan. Tribe. Ancestors. Tradition. Rituals. Family secrets.
A tribe. A small nationality.
A tribe, very cohesive. Old traditions, of the family or a small group, a village.
A clan’s genealogy. The power of the family.
The spirits of the ancestors who walk around the house and guard. They need a separate plate at the table for them.
A man lives unconsciously, because he is connected to the aggregor, and this aggregor leads people. They serve its goals, and their brains are switched off.
The collective unconscious.
Does things automatically, doesn't think about it. Like a computer program.
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Powerful connection with the religious aggregor, laws rituals make life easier. Survival laws, without them, it's hard to rely on anything.
The ancestral cemeteries.
Family secrets.
Suddenly some unknown relatives come up in mind.
An old family photo album. I've seen it 100 times, and suddenly there's a picture of "Who's that? Here, next to you?" And suddenly there was a forgotten or hidden story...
He has a disease, but cannot find out why it is there. Maybe inherited, and not from this life. Karmic birth programs.
Moloch is a force that sweeps away everything in its path, it is ancient, patrimonial. Rituality. Obsession.
Powerful connection to the religious aggregor, its laws and rituals make life easier. Rituals are the laws for survival, without them it's hard to rely on anything.
The wheel of life, the tradition can't be broken. We’ve buried our dears, then we run to the wake, and we have to eat and sing.
A wake, that's the way it's done, okay. At the wake, they eat the dead man's karma. Lots of rules. Every village has its own rules.
A lot of rituals.
Rituals are everywhere - water, food, songs.
Eating and singing together is a part of the ritual.
Antiquities.
Prehistoric feeling like life isn't there yet. The Earth is not empty, though, there are mushrooms and moss. Mild warm climate. Many earthquakes and cataclysms. Dry land is rising. In these difficult circumstances, it can survive.
A temple with idols.
Paganism. Pre-Biblical times.
Runes. Amulets.
Runes. The twigs, the moss structure, they are like runic letters.
Ogam writing. Each rune corresponds to a tree or a plant.
Ancient culture: its laws and its language have intertwined with modernity, and we do not notice it and do not attach importance to it.
Ancient deities, Moloch. Ancient wooden buildings. Spartacus rebellion.
Fairy tales, fairy creatures.
An old woman without teeth, a sorceress, a witch.
A wood goblin, a water goblin.
The hermit, the magician, he communicates with the spirits of the forest. The spirits of nature.
The spirits of the ancestors.
Terrible stories, scary tales.
The mystery of nature. It's a mysterious story.
An image – a night in a village, people sitting around a campfire, telling each other scary things and then are afraid to go home.
Goblins and other creatures, people treat them as if they were normal and part of life.
Low vibration, lower world. Dark spirits. Nav’ [Old Russian term for lower spiritual worlds]. “A goblin misled me”.
A nice guy, squint, snotty, bald. That's the way they are, the wood ghosts. Grimm Brothers' fairy tales. "Hansel and Gretel”.
“A girl with matches” is a terrible fairy tale, a girl dying, freezing. ("Den lille Pige med Svovlstikkerne” by Hans Christian Andersen).
Death as a character, an image, an old man with a scythe.
Cartoon: "Hedgehog in the Fog."
Terry Pratchett. Characters of the Flat World: Death, trolls, dwarves and others.
Schizophrenia. It's like they've put another entity into a person. That essence evicts his identity, and he loses control.
Fears. The horrors of life.
Fears for life, children, how to feed a family.
Childish versus senile. Not that it's scary to live, but how can I handle it?
Scary stories, scary tales. Childish horror stories.
Scared of every rustle and sound.
Cartoon “Shrek”. In German sound like Fright.
Scare is an unconscious body reaction.
Fear makes your hair rise and the skin freeze.
While raising children parents tell them terrifying stories about horrors of misbehavior.
German song: "A little man stands in the woods... do you want to be such a little man who stands in the woods?!".
Screaming with horror, or numb with horror, or a condition after shrieking.
A story from life. The son was 2 years old, went for a walk, the son ran under the hill, and the passerby's pit bull snapped off the leash and rushed to his child. I'm numb with horror, shocked. The child opened his arms to welcome the dog, and the dog stopped, probably scared itself.
Aggression, violence.
From a patient's anamnesis, who went into regression during the consultation: "A lake in a dark forest. She was a 16-year-old girl. She gave birth to a baby and drowned it in the lake, and she had no regrets. Before that, when she was 10 years old, she lived in a village house with her parents, but some people came, took the house away, killed her parents, and she was left alone. Wandering, begging, she was raped, and she got pregnant. She was so insensitive to suffering that she just watched everything from the outside. She wasn't crying, she wasn't scared anymore, just hurt. She didn't live long. The vision – she was killed ruthlessly, sliced into parts by a knife; they cut off her arms and shake her own hand over her”.
Anger, screaming, from your own powerlessness. Violence as a condition for your own survival.
The war. Repressions.
The power is brutal; it tears everything down on its path. Cataclysms, disasters.
Moloch. Ruthless power.
Moloch is a cruel and inexorable force that requires many human sacrifices.
Huge waves of the ocean of life. Every hour brings in thousands of new lives and takes back thousands of lives. Vision – a battlefield after a battle, an area after an earthquake, tsunami, mudslides. Everything's been wiped off the face of the earth.
Evacuation, deportation, refugees, their lives are like a leaf in the wind, and there's nothing you can do.
"I fell into the river, so let the river carry me."
Strange feeling, almost crying, the feeling is, I assume, they destroyed all the intellectual elite during the repression time. And it only became clear to me now that the wall had fallen. So it was in Germany. Through National Socialism, we lost our elite, our culture; it was like a huge wave went over and took everything away. (provers weeping).
We lost both our own and foreign people. Lost a lot of people. And our roots are lost. Who counts them now (the multitude of dead people)? They are a biomass.
"How many of them have fallen into this abyss." The wheel of Sansara.
Movie "Moloch", about Stalin's repressions, an opera was staged, too.
The book "Moloch" was written by Jacob Wasserman (in German, Waterman). In German, there's a word for "Moloch" that means creepy.
Moloch in German is a swamp that pulls everything in. It's not a natural swamp; it's the bottom of society. There's scary stuff, crime and all the bad stuff.
The bottom is when there's nowhere else to go.
Moloch. A force that requires sacrifice. An ancient ancestral hospital. "God in heaven will help us all" is a song for children.
Moloch is an ancient deity, and children were sacrificed for him. He was "given" children who died under the age of 7, and in cases of dire need children were even killed for him. The sacrificial offering was called a maul. The Moloch deity is the patron of tears. When mothers cry for dead children, their tears feed this god.
I'd love to cry, but I can't anymore. All the tears have been wept out.
Grief.
Loss, death of children, parents.
Woe from the loss of ancestral roots. Woe, deep in the history of generations.
Songs. Funny songs.
I want a song, I want to sing it. Let's sing some songs.
The song unites. When in woods you sing to each, you hear each other, and you will not get lost.
Vulgar songs. Sung couplets.
“Night woods are calm.
Only the fox is awake.
Her husband made love to a rabbit today. That’s why her sleep went away.”
Baby songs.
A song is a part of the ritual.
A song is sung to the kids to make them fall asleep. Simple songs, soothing.
Christmas songs. “God in heaven will help us all”.
The sound of the pistil in mortar, it’s like a bell on a horse.
It's cold.
No heat inside me.
You freeze and fall asleep.
A blizzard. The wind is blowing. Everything is frozen.
A man freezes in the cold and tries to warm himself up with a wild dance. "Girl with matches" is a terrible fairy tale, a girl dying, freezing.
Skin is freezing out of fear.
Frozen heart.
All I care about is what's inside me, not other people's things.
It's none of my business. Not sensitive.
Tranquilizers. You're on terms with your mind, but the emotions are switched off. No compassion, no sympathy.
Aggression. I can throw things to others.
Funeral, you don't feel anything or you cry too much.
Water.
The desire for water. Thirsty. Water soothes and gives life.
Water is of great importance. Water is a symbol of the subconscious. The collective subconscious. You live off your collective intelligence.
Transition between water and land. Water treatments. Water procedures. Bathhouse.
The sea. Iodine. The smell of seaweed.
Rivers, lakes, calm ponds.
Rivers with stone bottoms and banks.
Bathing in the river, in the village, near the forest of conifers. It's raining. Lots of rainfall.
Water buckets, wells. Algae. Corals.
Aquarium. Fish.
Aquarium algae. Aquarium fish, also semi-alive. The smell of fish, semi-rotten.
Bream and pike are real fish.
Moss smells like small fish or sea shells.
Vobla. Dried fish.
Fish sections at a supermarket. Trays of fish in a market. Fisherman.
A song about fish in a pond.
Purification.
Karma cleaner.
Purification is unconscious.
Moss absorbs everything into itself, it cleans the environment.
Moss branching is like a pulmonary pattern, cleansing through the lungs. Tears are the cleansing of the eyes and soul.
Liver cleaner. The liver is like a filter, too.
Mud.
Dirty rooms.
Dirty windows, shacks, slums. Dirty housing. Dirty clothes. A garbage truck. A waste processing factory.
Unclean food, for slaves, or in prison.
Cigarette filters.
Bolivia, it is dirty everywhere.
Infections.
Tuberculosis. The plague. Venereal infections. Quarantine, after the infection.
Fungus on the nails.
Old wounds, tissue. Necrosis.
Theme Food
Cooking food for good. Preserves.
Dried, sun-dried, corned beef.
Dried berries, mushrooms.
Food must be light in weight to take a long journey and carry it easily. Food shortage.
Food is like a ritual. Eating together is part of the ritual. Simple food. Primitive food. Potatoes, bread.
Food, ugly, rough.
Cereal. Balanda, what they give to slaves, or in prison. Burnt vegetable oil.
Belyashi.
Fish soup.
Rotten fruit. Humus, mold, compost.
Smells.
It stinks.
The smell of raw leaves. Autumn. Mold.
Fish. Fish, rotten.
The smell of seaweed.
The smell of the sea, iodine.
There's a lot of smell from cooking, but it's not disgusting. Body odor, but natural, not chemical, tolerable.
Hair.
Short hair. Haircuts.
A “hedgehog” haircut.
Not groomed. Wild hair.
I look like that moss; I haven't even combed my hair. Wet hair.
Hairy. Hairiness. Skin's not smooth, fine hair, undercoat. A man combs the remains of his hair to hide the baldness. Bald.
The beard.
Hedgehogs.
A “hedgehog” haircut.
Vision – Hedgehogs go in formation. Cartoon "Hedgehog in the Fog."
Nature.
The birth of life on Earth, prehistoric times.
Cataclysms, earthquakes, landings. Dry land is rising. Water. All types of water bodies.
Rain, precipitation.
North. Karelia. Cloudberry. Squeezed moss, boot print on it. The swamp. Want to breathe in despite the clutter.
Alps, rocks, moss under the snow.
The forest, shadowy. Forest is wet all the time.
Looking at it close up, it’s like a fir-tree branch.
Everything made of wood.
Mushrooms.
Animals: hedgehogs, fish, parrot, lizard.
Miscellaneous.
Lightness. Light in weight.
Textile. Yarn. Fabric. Homemade fabric. Sewing factories.
Symmetry. Symmetrical.
Unbalanced. The squint.
Something's growing. The neural network.
Jews.
An accountant wets his fingers to flip through the paper.
Moloch horridus, a lizard, a thorny dragon from the agam family, is able to condense moisture from the air in the desert, which flows into her mouth through the scales.
Polarities.
Sadness versus fun.
The wedding versus a funeral. Squeezed versus takes space. Hairy versus bald.
Soft versus tough.
Insensitivity versus sensitivity. Dirt versus purification.
Creation versus destruction.
Life versus death.
Insensitivity versus sentimentality
Mind.
Calliergonella cuspidata
Mentally retarded.
Schizophrenia.
Cerebral palsy.
Alzheimer's.
Marasmus, dementia. Fragmentation of personality. Relaxation. Calm.
Scared. Easily scared. Frightened. Desire to frown.
Sentimental.
Crying.
Not sensitive, emotions absent, squeezed out. Better being busy.
Confusion.
Uncertain, weak.
Grief. Rituals.
General.
There are a lot of generic genetic diseases due to closely related marriages. Congenital pathologies.
Diseases as consequences of hunger, poor living conditions.
Diseases as consequences of disasters, war, natural disasters.
It's like before you pass out, it's a cotton swab in brain. Sleepiness, heavy. Falling asleep.
Yawning. Yawning, loud.
Cold, freezing.
Lack of internal heat.
Body cleansing procedures. Liver cleansing. Purification of the body. Haemostatic.
Delusions.
As if in an aquarium.
As if under the glass cap, it feels like. Outside, it’s happening somewhere else, as if. I'm freezing and falling asleep, as if. Biomass, people are, as if.
In the fog, wandering, lost, as if.
Modalities.
Better: From water, water procedures, hydrotherapy. Warmth. Outdoors, in the open air. Being busy. Screaming, crying.
Worse: From cold. Hunger. Noise, loud noises.
Sensations.
Tickling.
Hot fever. Cold, freezing. Numbness. Spasms. Hypertension. Drunk, as if. Soft / tough. Absorption.
Head.
Stunned sensation in the head, crushed.
Contusions after bomb attacks.
The sounds are all muffled, the waves of vibration felt in the forehead. Sensation, something must break out of my head.
Sensation, wearing something on my head.
Sensation, a shell on his head.
Sensation, a glass hood on his head.
Crazy feeling in the head.
Sensation, substances get stuck in my head.
Headache, pressing, from hypertension.
Dizziness.
Desire to cover the head with something warm.
Headache, migraine.
Headache, left temple.
Migraine with hair sensitivity, better to cover it with something warm. Pain, one sided of the head, left or right.
Pain, forehead, above the left eyebrow, stabbing.
Pain in the base of the skull.
Headache, from the back of the head to the temples.
As if a stake is inserted into the top of head.
Eyes. Vision.
Vision, disturbance, when looking down.
Vision, bad eyesight. Myopia.
An obstacle in the vision, as if they put a wall in front of you. Frequent blinking, desire.
Sensation as if he was crying for a long time.
Sensation as if the eyes did not sleep well.
Eyes, pain, as if the eyes are stiff.
Sensation as if the eyes are deep inside the eyeball.
Eyes, it feels like the eyes are pulling in a bunch.
The squint.
Tears, involuntary, flowing.
Tears when yawning.
Desire to rinse, wash the eyes.
Ears.
Noise in the ears.
The noise as if a train is coming.
Worse from noise, sensitivity to noise.
Sounds resonate in the ears.
Sounds seem loud.
Sounds seem muffled.
As if I hear myself through the water, through an aquarium. Hearing, impaired.
Hearing, loss of. Deafness.
Pressure on the ears along with the atmospheric pressure changes. Pressure on ears as if fast change of altitude.
Ears are stuck, worse right side.
Left ear, pain like otitis.
As if someone is living in the ear.
Pain, behind the ear.
Nose.
Smells, sensitivity to.
Smell, nauseous.
Smell, iodine, sea, seaweed, fish, dried fish, rotten fish. Smell, the woods.
Smell, the mold.
Smell, mushroom. Rheum. Snot. Sinusitis.
Mouth.
The numbness of the tongue. Taste like mouldy bread.
Dry mouth.
Sore throat, tickling, cough.
Neck.
Numbness, all over the neck.
Cervical neuralgia, starts behind the ear and extends to the back.
A block in the neck, the head pain should not extend down, sensation as if.
Chest.
The desire for fresh air, to open a window and ventilate the room. Lungs, painful.
Inflammations.
Mammary glands, painful.
Mammary glands, as if milk is coming, sensation.
Heart.
Heart, pain, pressing, intense.
Angina pectoris. Cardioneurosis. Heart attack.
Abdomen. Stomach.
Navel, itching, tickling, sensation. Nausea, mild.
Stomach, pain.
Relief of stomach pain (cured symptom). Stomach, the sensation of emptiness. Liver diseases.
Liver, hepatoprotector.
Diseases because of lack of food, poor food.
Bladder.
Urination is an urge. Cystitis (relieved symptom).
Extremities.
Fingers, tingling.
Hot palms.
Hands, numbness, right hand.
Numbness, left arm, sensation as if it is not alive. Left hand, pain in the little finger.
Left hand, fingers, stiffness.
Paralysis. Hemiplegia, right side, left side. Muscle spasms, ticks, stricture.
Hypertonic. Arthritis, right knee.
Skin.
Itchy.
Itching all over, as if from dirty clothes. Dryness.
Better from the water, bath, washing.
Food.
Poor in quantity and nutrients. Insufficient food.
Dried and preserved food. Dry fish, stockfish.
Berries, dried ones.
Mushrooms.
Thirst, intense, strong.
Water, desire, constant need for water.