Rhynchostegium murale

Prover 1Here I am! I am present! I am present a lot! Much present and clearly present! I show up. All over the place. With this moss I don’t have to be as careful as with Platygyrium repens, it feels rather robust, solid because of its wisdom and strong. Solid. Life is more a party now with this moss.
I’m standing like a chief, tapping with my speaking stick on the flore, to get attention of the group. Not in a dominant way but clear. In everybody’s concern, interest. I’m the speaking tube. It is about making myself understandably. That what it is about. To all have our noses in the direction. Everybody keeps still when we listen. And also when we speak. Silence to be understood and understand each other. Silence to know. I’m standing there with a sort of Asian turban on my head and a long purplish silver robe. Mostly silver with a shade of purple.
Cleaning, clarifying is the meeting. I’m going to sit on a moss bed to clean. To solve my inflammations. Because we gather and know together is our conservation guaranteed. Survival. To be free of inflammations, pussing processes. Therefore everybody needs to listen and speak, so that no pussing processes will be generated. It will clear the air. The person in the robe is almost like a friendly Santa but very wise, standing there looking around, observing if everybody is heard, seen and has spoken. It is a very special gathering, not an everyday meeting. Also the robe there is something special about. As if it is about something special that is to be celebrated, or something special that has to be decided, spoken about and has to elaborated. A meeting where the visionary people are that share through knowing. That is what this moss is about. Special people.
The scent is like eucalyptus or something like that, nice for a sauna, sweating and sitting on a moss bed so that your suffering will be taken in and solved.
Lungs, I cannot breath deeply. Also the backside of my stomach is affected. An ulcerating process. Deteriorated, damaged, a dirty juice is dripping along downwards. As if it is because I didn’t let people know how I am, how I feel, how I am doing. It runs down as a silvery juice from the backside of the stomach down. I will solve when I let others know how I am doing. Where I am with my being, with my life. But I will not notice that part of me when I let myself be distracted, when I let myself be seduced by what outside me is going on. Instead of seeking first what is inside of me and consult that.
The gathering with many will facilitate it, make that easier, the quest. Because others do it too. The power of the mass. It makes it easier to consult, to see. The power of many, that has a lot of weight.
Purifying by cold. No sweat lodge. It is better by cold. The warmth is in the mass and in the togetherness. That purifies as well.
Phase 4, pus is Phase 6, Stage 10? It was not in a cramping way.