Primula vulgaris
Sense proving, 10-4-2022, Güssing, Austria.
Porvers: Christa Ari, Susanne Brandstätter, Susanne Diez, Jan Scholten,Franz Swoboda,
Prover 1 Jan
Leave is soft, flexible, stretchable, wobbly, somewhat transparent.
Families living together, nearby as farmers around a village.
Petals indented.
Phase 3.
Smell: indistinct.
Closed and open, open outside, closed about deeper issues.
Behaving restricted, Stage 5, Stage 6, Stage 7.
Simple, simple people.
Pioneers.
Held in and then, suddenly expressing oneself, radiating, but only after having developed trust in the others, only then opening oneself, but then fully.
Securing one’s own place, space.
Preferring open pace and nature over a city.
Legs bent over one another, Arms over one another.
Own opinion, but expressing that directly.
Fear to be overrun.
Leave have a sharp taste, also a bit bitter, burning.
Making sharp remarks when criticized and attacked, as a defense, to make the criticizer stop.
Ready to help and support others.
A farmer woman, a bit in the background, running the farm, with much insight in people, a simple wisdom, knowing that one has to be careful with certain people; a good caretaker for husband, children and the business; very capable.
Stomach pain; abdomen full, bloated, warm, burning.
Aversion arrogance, bluff. boasting.
Desire to be outside, for fresh air.
Discussion
Hybrid and cultivated primula’s become normal easily after having been planted in a normal garden.
Farmers plants.
Female.
Simple.
Loyal; Phase 4.
Serving, caring.
Goal is unknown: Phase 3.
Stage 6.
Prover Susanne Brandstatter
To begin, I take some flowers in my hand and put the leaves around the outside, I want to protect the delicate flower. A picture of flower garlands, weaving a little wreath of blossoms, like in childhood.
I feel and see my eyes and mouth as if through a rectangular cutout, the teeth are as if two-dimensional, there is nothing around.
An image: a female figure is suddenly sucked out of a capsule to the back, like an astronaut being torn into empty space.
Inner humming and singing, Indian song
I see a black sphere with irregular spikes sticking out of it in all directions, then a light irregular sphere with many arms sticking out of it with hands hanging loosely, like a torso without a head - strange. Something twists, is twisted around each other, (I see remnants of the crushed leaf) you have run out, are put away, everything is confused, feeling of something I can't grasp.
somersaults over a meadow on a flat slope, feeling the head is pulled back, then silence, stillness
During the whole exertion tense legs again and again
In the following meeting the others tell whole stories. A confused feeling, with me only images came.
The same evening I feel dizzy, like swaying back and forth, leaning forward and closing my eyes. The next morning when I wake up I see a dark red auricula (Primula auricula). I think: a peasant flower, it belongs to the big farmer. Its stem is much higher, but it is still just a primrose, a humble little flower.
Prover Christa
Your scent wraps itself around my nostrils like a delicate skin, and no one notices when the breath of death mixes with it. Add to it, don't mix; you always remain true to yourself, don't give up your identity.
An ether anesthesia, think of something beautiful and when you wake up again, everything is already over. As if nothing had happened, you know of nothing, because you trusted blindly, like a child. When you wake up, the world is a new one. You miss something and don't know how you lost it. And you don't ask about it, you don't search for what you lost or what was taken away from you, because it just is. No doubt, no memory, beguiling disillusionment.
Sensitive with sounds. Sensitive but senseless.
Still looking for a good place, in safety, where my plain simple being is appreciated and not taken advantage of in a coarse, crude way. I am quite content, demand nothing, am grateful for everything. I seek appreciation and for that I serve you forever.
Upper abdomen distended, oppressive.
Discussion
Jan: The leaf is gentle and flexible, it goes along with everything and is transparent. A family in the village, farm, open on the outside, closed in the depths, afraid of being exploited. A peasant woman who carries a lot. You have to be careful who you trust. Very empathetic, but when criticized, she becomes sharp to draw her line. Smell very delicate, in the background. Stomach: pressure, distended, burning. Dislike of boastful people. Feeling of a delicate strength. Feels not so smart, but useful to the community.
Susanne Diez: girl's yellow. Rolled down from the throne of the princess. A woman who stands by her man even when he is condemned. Loyalty. Youth sparse and no-frills. A hard simple life. Warm-hearted inside, rough and tough outside.
Susan: I didn't want to hurt the flower, make a floral wreath. A rectangle over eyes and mouth. Inner question: what do you want me to do? Spherical thing with black tips out that looks scary. You have had your day and are put away. Again spherical thing with many arms. Something I can't grasp and reach. Tumbling, tense legs, tipping backwards. Silence and stillness.
Franz: I didn't pull any out and I didn't pick any, it felt so violent and I didn't want to hurt them. Putting blossoms together to make them whole again, they are dead but should look alive. A little boy with a broken toy, the mother wants to throw it away, the boy cries and doesn't understand, thinks it's still intact. Doesn't want the granny to be put in the ground. Cramps up and doesn't want to let go of the pieces, doesn't want to let anyone down. Flower says nothing is dead, it will come back, the granny and the toy. Can't accept death.
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