Siparuna thecaphora

3-622.57.12 Siparuna thecaphora
Name: limoncillo.
Movie: Apocalypse now; American psycho.

Introduction
They feel like having lost paradise. Their life started great with great expectations and hope. But it ended in a nightmare. It can be form a threatened abortion, or being left alone by their parents, by diseases or accidents. It makes them hard, cold and unfeeling as they have to survive on their own. they can only rely on their own. The most extreme form is that of child soldiers, who have been forced to kill their parents in order to survive. Or children form foster homes, having had no love form real parents. Or they are like sociopaths, very charming, attractive and manipulating, inducing aggression and destruction.

Mind
Sociopaths.
Manipulation.
No regrets.
Suppressed aggression.
Feeling nice, like paradise.
Feeling being ripped off, from family.
Feeling drugged.
I felt terrible, dumb, hard to concentrate, Pink Floyd music.
Pure destruction.
Cold, hard, insensitive.
Lost souls.
Abortion, ripped off your mother.
Who is right.
Feeling misunderstood.
Bullies, mobbing, trying to get attention.

Body
Senses intense smells.
Nose: smell intense, great, attractive, sweet caramel, decay.
Ears: sensitive, buzzing, vibrating.
Mouth: taste lemon.
Skin: goose bumps.

3-622.57.12 Siparuna thecaphora
Proving: trituration proving; Dos Brazos, Costa Rica; 9-3-2016.
Provers: Prover 1 female, 60’s; Prover 2 male, 40’s; Prover 3 male, 20’s; Prover 4 male.
60’s.
Report: Franz Swoboda.

Start
We find the plant at the pond. Paradise!
When F. picks a twig with flowers, the twig seems to hold fast onto another twig. Feels like: I tear it away from its family. Feels painful. Pain grows with the distance from the place I picked the plant.

C1
Prover 2 feels vibration, buzzing.
Prover 1: Sorry to crunch all this.
Prover 3 feels a bit like on drugs, looking around distracted, bit stupid, heart goes a bit faster.
Prover 4: The plant torn from its family.
Prover 1: It‘s a pity that we have to kill all we want to eat.
Prover 3: no aim, doing nothing, everything too strenuous; many odours and noises mix; caramel; bowl smells like a dough. Music; Pink Floyd.
Prover 4: feels more like first scene of Apocalypse Now: jungle, paradise; suddenly destroyed by massive napalm attack.
Prover 3: overstressed, lacking brain activity; you don‘t switch on your brain, you don‘t think, and you don‘t do anything about it. Opium would be nice to calm down, after this burning of innocent families. Champagne would stimulate; I prefer opium to benumb the feeling: far away from home, together with people I don‘t have contact with. Gives me goose bumps. We cannot help, neither ourselves nor each other. Heaviness.
Prover 2: I don‘t care. I am the captain.
Prover 3: Sighing. We have no idea what we are doing here.
(We feel like in a tank or driving a drone: shooting at every moving object. Brainless. Or on drugs. No pity. Then back to daily routine again, to normal; without pity, without sympathy. Heaviness, isolation, leg torn off, suicide; whatever. No difference if you die first or second.).
Prover 2: walks carefully, looks out for mines. War fantasies, eager for war. A man‘s world.
Call of duty. Torn from the family. Paradise lost.
Prover 4: feels hurt, pain about this, not so Prover 2.
Prover 1: It tortures me.
Prover 2: Don‘t make a fuss, it‘s about the survival of the fittest.
Prover 1: I cannot do this, I am so terribly afraid of dying.
Both Prover 2 and 3 don‘t understand Prover 1’s feelings.
Situation: Child soldiers. Torn from their families, drilled as cold blooded killers. Recruited in foster homes. Or first they have to kill their parents.
(Goose bumps, tension in whole body. Prover 2 feels nothing.).
Prover 1: I will be too slow, I won‘t survive.
Prover 2: Anyway, then you‘ll die first.
(We are connected only for survival).
Prover 1: Happy that I can cook.
Prover 2 and Prover 3 forgot if they have lost anything. Or what.
Prover 3 has the idea to shoot the gardener. Prover 2 suggests to shoot his leg, then he would suffer longer.
I, disgusted, wants to leave.
Prover 3 prefers to finish first.
Prover 2 has fantasies about a torture tool, I wants poetry.
Prover 3 doesn‘t know how to write „poetry“.
(Lost souls.).
Prover 2 and Prover 3: as soon as you had your first kill.
Prover 1: that‘s a myth! Like with abortions, it is said, that they end a relationship.
Prover 2 and Prover 3 laugh. They did not even listen to I.
Prover 4: Abortion? Isn‘t it another example of being torn away? Torn from the uterus, from paradise, a kill. Being cheated of one‘s childhood, of one‘s life.
(The fruit of thy womb) I used violence against that bush.
Prover 1: sees a beautiful bird. (The word „beautiful“ was a remarkable shift in this situation.).
For Prover 2 it smells acrid here, acrid like a sword, a scalpel, a sharp spoon.
Prover 3 is annoyed by the word „sharp spoon“. Had a dream last night about dying, on a rope, then a shoot-out. When he had meditated, a strong smell filled the air and many flies.

C2, 3.
Prover 2 asks if he should cut the fruit open.
I sees twins inside the cut fruit, sees their faces. Afraid to tear them apart. Tear them from their family, their mother‘s lap, she says: stop!
Prover 3: I don‘t want to ruin it.
Prover 4: Don‘t, if you don‘t want it.
Prover 3: I really don‘t like to do it.
Prover 2 does it for him.
Prover 4: We are blind for other people‘s sufferings.
Prover 1: Child soldiers do not feel with others. Like the one who performs an abortion. Is there a feeling of guilt? What happens once the killing ends? Forever banned from paradise, torn off your family.
how do mothers feel of persons running amok? Is anything known about Hitler‘s mother?
Prover 3 stands also.
Prover 4: I feel like an adopted child, who doesn‘t fit in.
(Loss of family or a family loss).
Prover 2 and Prover 3 still feel drowsy, dizzy, thinking is unclear and difficult; as a shock or reaction?
I finds the substance in the bowl „innocent, white as snow“.
Prover 2 and Prover 3 feel lost, listless, indifferent.
Prover 3 wants someone to help him out of his situation. He cannot do it himself. Prover 4: as if I had no own will. You are doctors, and you have no help for me. I feel apathetic, clueless, have no will.
Prover 3 and Prover 2 find this magnolianae-like: a little child, forsaken, waits for someone to fetch it.
A child, torn from the mother. Then re-eduction is possible.
A child in a foster home: no one takes you by the hand, no one helps you out of there. You get attention only when you are sick. So you have to be sick if you want to attract attention.
I feels ignored, for being a woman.
(We continue our talk about paradise, paradise lost. Imagine there is a war and nobody joins it; as an imaginary solution. Another way of dealing with the loss of paradise: lingering at the pool the whole day long. More reactions: being listless, unsympathetic, bewildered, angry about not being understood.).
Prover 2: Being aware of the shock is part of the solution.
The problem is having lost contact in - early - childhood, being torn away and then having drifted off. Detached from your feelings, expelled (from womb, family or country). No helping hand in sight. Reactions can be wild, child can be aggressive, competitive. I am better; in a childlike way. It is about a child, misunderstood and, perhaps excluded, because it was „evil“. The child runs away. The pressure gets harder, the child becomes a troublemaker.
(Remember Nirvana‘s song „Come as you are“, ending with.

And I swear that I don’t have a gun.
No, I don’t have a gun.
No, I don’t have a gun.
No, I don’t have a gun.
No, I don’t have a gun.

Less than three years later, lead singer and composer Kurt Cobain killed himself with a gun, at the age of 27.
If you cannot express your loss, if it is suppressed, you either become depressed or aggressive. Destructing the other one or yourself, torturing others, torturing animals, bullying. Making somebody‘s life a living hell, while your life feels like hell. No borders seen, no borders accepted.
(words missing: either not readable or out of context, so not understood).

Discussion
tiny flowers on the branch; bud smells great, attractive, “limoncillo” is the plant’s name.
We went to the pond to pick the plant, felt nice, like paradise. Plant hung over the pond. When Prover 4 took it, it was easier than he thought, but a climber of the plant clinged to another twig. Prover 4 had the strong feeling, he had ripped it off, from his family; which gave him a very sad feeling, which he could not get rid off during the proving. But the task had to be done.
We had the smell of sweet caramel, throughout the proving. Prover 3 also had smell of decay. Prover 2 and 3 felt drugged, intense smells, ears sensitive, buzzing, vibrating sensation, goose bumps. I felt terrible, dumb, hard to concentrate, Pink Floyd music. Paradise plus drug led to Apocalypse Now; pure destruction.
Ripped off your family plus drugged plus destruction led to the idea of child soldiers. Soldiers at war, just killing. I. said she couldn’t, would commit suicide. No need for that, you will die anyway, we said. Killing without feeling, we were Lost Souls. Prover 2 and 3 out of everything, killing was great for them. Child soldiers have to kill their parents first, then they do everything.
Killing takes soul away; I. said, no, this is false like the saying, that an abortion ends a relationship. Ripped off your mother; similar to child-soldier-topic, we evoled abortion as an equivalent to the child-soldier-situation.
In C 3 there was a discussion about sense of life, about achieving, etc. We did not know if this was related to the proving. In fact it was; not the topic, but the way we dealt with it, which was: who is right, and feeling being misunderstood.

Analysis of the Remedy code
Charming manipulation plus attractiveness plus destruction, aggression; that is a clue to the remedy. No regrets.
622.57.12.
Siparunaceae, order Laurales.
Phase 5: competition. Whom for? Bullies, mobbing, trying to get attention.
Phase 7: Sociopaths; American psycho. Manipulation. Suppressed aggression.
Stage 12: destruction, aggression; no regrets.