PLUTONIUM (more, long)
Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2003 6:50 am
More from Phyl, on Plutonium.
I find her reports on this *fascinating*, and would love to know whether her
experiences with this remedy are strongly typical of the remedy, or more
about her susceptibility???
Love to hear thoughts.
Subject: hsg Plutonium - Part 2
Date: Sat, 6 May 2000 09:28:36 -0700
From: "M. Kanwar"
Reply-To: homeosg@egroups.com
To:
These Plutonium posting are old provings from the Lyghtforce group.
Who knew a kingergarden activity of cut and paste could make more
technologically advanced? Enjoy!
Manjula Parts 3 & 4 will follow later today.
Phyl Eyre wrote:
Here's an article I wrote for the Soc. Hom. journal - should give you some
more ideas on Plut. More to follow....
PLUTONIUM - A REALLY HEAVY NUMBER!
Aaahhhh.......fond memories! The peace and tranquility of Raasay '95, the
mountains, the lochs, the blissful and beloved Company of Jeremy and
friends, dynamic homoeopathy, dynamic living. That amazing last-night
party, where, after several good Scotch whiskies, I made an utter fool of
myself singing to the strains of the Banana Boat Song: 'Pluuu-to,
Plu-to-n-ium....It's a heavy number, blow you to Kingdom Come.......' all
together now.......... Indeed, all together, for the very essence of
Plutonium seemed to be individually blowing some of us apart. Whilst some
were cured, according to our current understanding of the word, some were to
discover that life was not going to be quite the same again, and that a few
succussions were being lined up by the Gods! Like Persephone, we felt that
we had been released from the clutches of Hades, or Pluto, having been
somewhat acquainted with the mysteries of the underworld, only to realise
that the pomegranite seed, that fruit which looks so rosy on the outside,
yet is filled with dark, cell-shaped seeds inside, is still within, and that
we may be destined, like Persephone, to spend a third of our lives with
Pluto, never entirely free from the pain and pleasure of those dark depths.
Like a nuclear explosion, news of Plutonium seems to have travelled with
lightning speed around the homoeopathic world, gathering size and momentum
as it does so - myths and archetypes abound, and I do not intend to repeat
them here. Rather, the question arises for me time and again - how long
before we can really start to understand this remedy, and how many errors in
prescribing will be made before we realise that once we have allowed Pluto
to abduct our patients, it is not possible for them to spit out the seed? We
cannot appeal to Zeus, the God of Gods, God of the Sky, the Lord of Life -
he, after all, was in favour of the abduction. For many, a trip to Hades is
a transformative experience, food for the soul, loss of innocence and
necessary for growth - consider Odysseus, Orpheus, and Jesus. They returned
resurrected in some way, but there was synchronicity. What about the
patients we see in every day life? Often too stressed, too drugged or just
too busy to listen to the soul, how will they cope with the excursion? How
much support and time are we prepared to give them if they find themselves
blinded by the nuclear flash, and then stripped to the bare bones by its
white heat?
I offer here a fairly brief summary my own personal experience from the
Plutonium proving in the hope that it may be useful if we ever find we have
planted that pomegranite seed in the patient's mouth without synchonicity.
Some of my experiences were shared by other provers. Being a supervisor, I
did not physically take the remedy, but it was sent, and remained in the
house for several weeks. During this time I experienced a variety of
breakages. It started off with glass - glasses, bottles and picture frames.
After a while, myself and children got used to drinking out of mugs and
picking splinters of glass from our various extremeties. It then progressed
to the china - OK - we'll eat from paper plates! Still no connection to the
remedy - just a 'bad patch'. Not satisfied with these small sacrifices,
Hades wanted more: My washing machine, microwave, iron, kettle, TV, Video
player, computer printer, ghetto blaster were next. Perhaps he needed a few
creature comforts down there! But it was not enough. Finally, he claimed
my car engine and gear box at the same time. The things that I could afford
to get fixed, got fixed, only to break down again. The rest are still
languishing in my garage!
By now, the Plutonium group had met, and the penny (or was it bomb?) had
dropped! Whilst my house was still standing, I decided to dispose of the
remedy, but where? Like toxic waste I could not bring myself to put it into
the countryside or water supply via the toilet, so I sent it back to John at
Helios. Over the next few weeks things calmed down, and I slowly recovered
from near bankruptcy. End of story? No - the pomegranite seed had been
firmly planted. In my naivity I had assumed that if I physically remove the
problem, much as one would perform a surgical operation, the problem would
go away.
At the beginning of November, my newly-aquired glass started to get broken
again. Two very heavy stone ornaments fell from a great height, missing my
son's head by inches, and took a large lump out of the stone fireplace. Next
to go was the central heating system, the car engine (again!), the car
exhaust, and shelves collapsed. By end of November, it started to dawn on me
that just perhaps Pluto was active again. This time, however, the
destruction of physical 'things' was accompanied by a feeling of doom. I
experienced a very strong feeling of something demonic, huge, black and
powerful. The reaction was one of utter resignation. No fear, no anxiety,
no nothing. I kept getting this vision of a black steamroller the size of
the universe, slowly but surely heading in my direction, and the feeling was
'OK, here I am. I can't do anything about it - come and get me!' Most
attempts to communicate this back to the Dynamis group were blocked in
various ways - I was really on my own. Chaos and mess inside and outside. I
found myself muttering - 'I don't need a homoeopath, I need an exorcist! I
just want to get off the planet'.
At this point, I give my heartfelt thanks a dear friend, Sarah Meyer. We
sat gazing at the rolling Sussex countryside, and I related my tale of woe.
I felt it was useless to look for an antidote - there was none! We looked
at all our lovely 'demon/devil' remedies - the closest we could find was
Phosphorus, a good friend to me in the past. However, we had to reject, as
I insisted that the feeling was not of something demonic/superhuman/powerful
within, but that it most definitely came from outside, and was out of my
control (but so what!!). We mused some more, enjoying the cold, crisp views
of the hills. 'Hm.....history of accidents, huh?' said Sarah. We looked at
each other and exclaimed at the same time 'Syphilinum?'
Syphilinum 200, one dose. In hindsight, (we can always be so clever looking
back, can't we), it was a beautiful choice. 'Indifference, to future' (ss);
'Calculating, inability to' (I could see no solution); 'Consolation, kind
words agg' (my ever-present symptom); 'Despair of recovery' ; 'Fear,
paralysis of' - (I was going to be steamrollered and couldn't/wouldn'tmove);
(Source: Indepth Materia Medica of Human Mind, Dr. Sangeeta Chawla).
Destruction. After three days the light went on for me - around 2am. This
'thing' is not enormous and all-powerful! It is small, weak and powerless.
If it can give the impression of being as large as the universe, it is also
capable of being infinitely and invisibly small. The whole thing is a
delusion, but because we are caught up in the middle of the delusion, we
cannot stand back and see it for what it is. We are like Persephone,
forcefully abducted into the underworld, whilst her mother, Demeter, the
Goddess of fertility, life and passion, Mother Nature herself, suffers and
grieves fiercefully for the loss of her daughter. It is only when she
threatens to withdraw the goodness which will ultimately destroy the human
race, that Zeus relents. We note, however, that Zeus does not involve
himself directly, he first seeks out various abitrators who approach
Demeter, and fail miserably in their task. Eventually, it is Hermes, our
beautiful, shiny, quicksilver, syphilitic Mercury, who acts as the
go-between for Zeus and Hades.
The steamroller retreated and the destruction stopped. The 'demon' was
nothing more than superstition, a delusion, like all provings, and like all
dis-eases. However, the seed still remains, and the underworld with it.
Next time, I will be better prepared, and hopefully meet it with greater
understanding. We can ignore the plights of Demeter and Persephone at our
peril and destruction; we may use the transformative power of Hermes to our
advantage; we have the cell-like seed of Pluto to enable us to listen to
our suffering; and we can enter into Pluto's and Zeus' complicity without
fear, knowing they are from the same source. Finally, Pluto is also known
as the God of Wealth. In my experience, it was taken away from me
materially - my 'things' were destroyed - but a deeper enrichment followed.
I hope that if and when we introduce our patients to the delights of Pluto,
a task not to be undertaken lightly, we will be prepared to help them grow
the pomegranite seed into the deep love of life and fruitfulness of Demeter.
Homeric Hymn to Demeter Lady, who bears such great gifts, who brings the
seasons, sovereign, Deo, you and your very beautiful daughter, Persephone,
be kind, and, in exchange for my poem, give me the kind of life my heart
wants.
I find her reports on this *fascinating*, and would love to know whether her
experiences with this remedy are strongly typical of the remedy, or more
about her susceptibility???
Love to hear thoughts.
Subject: hsg Plutonium - Part 2
Date: Sat, 6 May 2000 09:28:36 -0700
From: "M. Kanwar"
Reply-To: homeosg@egroups.com
To:
These Plutonium posting are old provings from the Lyghtforce group.
Who knew a kingergarden activity of cut and paste could make more
technologically advanced? Enjoy!
Manjula Parts 3 & 4 will follow later today.
Phyl Eyre wrote:
Here's an article I wrote for the Soc. Hom. journal - should give you some
more ideas on Plut. More to follow....
PLUTONIUM - A REALLY HEAVY NUMBER!
Aaahhhh.......fond memories! The peace and tranquility of Raasay '95, the
mountains, the lochs, the blissful and beloved Company of Jeremy and
friends, dynamic homoeopathy, dynamic living. That amazing last-night
party, where, after several good Scotch whiskies, I made an utter fool of
myself singing to the strains of the Banana Boat Song: 'Pluuu-to,
Plu-to-n-ium....It's a heavy number, blow you to Kingdom Come.......' all
together now.......... Indeed, all together, for the very essence of
Plutonium seemed to be individually blowing some of us apart. Whilst some
were cured, according to our current understanding of the word, some were to
discover that life was not going to be quite the same again, and that a few
succussions were being lined up by the Gods! Like Persephone, we felt that
we had been released from the clutches of Hades, or Pluto, having been
somewhat acquainted with the mysteries of the underworld, only to realise
that the pomegranite seed, that fruit which looks so rosy on the outside,
yet is filled with dark, cell-shaped seeds inside, is still within, and that
we may be destined, like Persephone, to spend a third of our lives with
Pluto, never entirely free from the pain and pleasure of those dark depths.
Like a nuclear explosion, news of Plutonium seems to have travelled with
lightning speed around the homoeopathic world, gathering size and momentum
as it does so - myths and archetypes abound, and I do not intend to repeat
them here. Rather, the question arises for me time and again - how long
before we can really start to understand this remedy, and how many errors in
prescribing will be made before we realise that once we have allowed Pluto
to abduct our patients, it is not possible for them to spit out the seed? We
cannot appeal to Zeus, the God of Gods, God of the Sky, the Lord of Life -
he, after all, was in favour of the abduction. For many, a trip to Hades is
a transformative experience, food for the soul, loss of innocence and
necessary for growth - consider Odysseus, Orpheus, and Jesus. They returned
resurrected in some way, but there was synchronicity. What about the
patients we see in every day life? Often too stressed, too drugged or just
too busy to listen to the soul, how will they cope with the excursion? How
much support and time are we prepared to give them if they find themselves
blinded by the nuclear flash, and then stripped to the bare bones by its
white heat?
I offer here a fairly brief summary my own personal experience from the
Plutonium proving in the hope that it may be useful if we ever find we have
planted that pomegranite seed in the patient's mouth without synchonicity.
Some of my experiences were shared by other provers. Being a supervisor, I
did not physically take the remedy, but it was sent, and remained in the
house for several weeks. During this time I experienced a variety of
breakages. It started off with glass - glasses, bottles and picture frames.
After a while, myself and children got used to drinking out of mugs and
picking splinters of glass from our various extremeties. It then progressed
to the china - OK - we'll eat from paper plates! Still no connection to the
remedy - just a 'bad patch'. Not satisfied with these small sacrifices,
Hades wanted more: My washing machine, microwave, iron, kettle, TV, Video
player, computer printer, ghetto blaster were next. Perhaps he needed a few
creature comforts down there! But it was not enough. Finally, he claimed
my car engine and gear box at the same time. The things that I could afford
to get fixed, got fixed, only to break down again. The rest are still
languishing in my garage!
By now, the Plutonium group had met, and the penny (or was it bomb?) had
dropped! Whilst my house was still standing, I decided to dispose of the
remedy, but where? Like toxic waste I could not bring myself to put it into
the countryside or water supply via the toilet, so I sent it back to John at
Helios. Over the next few weeks things calmed down, and I slowly recovered
from near bankruptcy. End of story? No - the pomegranite seed had been
firmly planted. In my naivity I had assumed that if I physically remove the
problem, much as one would perform a surgical operation, the problem would
go away.
At the beginning of November, my newly-aquired glass started to get broken
again. Two very heavy stone ornaments fell from a great height, missing my
son's head by inches, and took a large lump out of the stone fireplace. Next
to go was the central heating system, the car engine (again!), the car
exhaust, and shelves collapsed. By end of November, it started to dawn on me
that just perhaps Pluto was active again. This time, however, the
destruction of physical 'things' was accompanied by a feeling of doom. I
experienced a very strong feeling of something demonic, huge, black and
powerful. The reaction was one of utter resignation. No fear, no anxiety,
no nothing. I kept getting this vision of a black steamroller the size of
the universe, slowly but surely heading in my direction, and the feeling was
'OK, here I am. I can't do anything about it - come and get me!' Most
attempts to communicate this back to the Dynamis group were blocked in
various ways - I was really on my own. Chaos and mess inside and outside. I
found myself muttering - 'I don't need a homoeopath, I need an exorcist! I
just want to get off the planet'.
At this point, I give my heartfelt thanks a dear friend, Sarah Meyer. We
sat gazing at the rolling Sussex countryside, and I related my tale of woe.
I felt it was useless to look for an antidote - there was none! We looked
at all our lovely 'demon/devil' remedies - the closest we could find was
Phosphorus, a good friend to me in the past. However, we had to reject, as
I insisted that the feeling was not of something demonic/superhuman/powerful
within, but that it most definitely came from outside, and was out of my
control (but so what!!). We mused some more, enjoying the cold, crisp views
of the hills. 'Hm.....history of accidents, huh?' said Sarah. We looked at
each other and exclaimed at the same time 'Syphilinum?'
Syphilinum 200, one dose. In hindsight, (we can always be so clever looking
back, can't we), it was a beautiful choice. 'Indifference, to future' (ss);
'Calculating, inability to' (I could see no solution); 'Consolation, kind
words agg' (my ever-present symptom); 'Despair of recovery' ; 'Fear,
paralysis of' - (I was going to be steamrollered and couldn't/wouldn'tmove);
(Source: Indepth Materia Medica of Human Mind, Dr. Sangeeta Chawla).
Destruction. After three days the light went on for me - around 2am. This
'thing' is not enormous and all-powerful! It is small, weak and powerless.
If it can give the impression of being as large as the universe, it is also
capable of being infinitely and invisibly small. The whole thing is a
delusion, but because we are caught up in the middle of the delusion, we
cannot stand back and see it for what it is. We are like Persephone,
forcefully abducted into the underworld, whilst her mother, Demeter, the
Goddess of fertility, life and passion, Mother Nature herself, suffers and
grieves fiercefully for the loss of her daughter. It is only when she
threatens to withdraw the goodness which will ultimately destroy the human
race, that Zeus relents. We note, however, that Zeus does not involve
himself directly, he first seeks out various abitrators who approach
Demeter, and fail miserably in their task. Eventually, it is Hermes, our
beautiful, shiny, quicksilver, syphilitic Mercury, who acts as the
go-between for Zeus and Hades.
The steamroller retreated and the destruction stopped. The 'demon' was
nothing more than superstition, a delusion, like all provings, and like all
dis-eases. However, the seed still remains, and the underworld with it.
Next time, I will be better prepared, and hopefully meet it with greater
understanding. We can ignore the plights of Demeter and Persephone at our
peril and destruction; we may use the transformative power of Hermes to our
advantage; we have the cell-like seed of Pluto to enable us to listen to
our suffering; and we can enter into Pluto's and Zeus' complicity without
fear, knowing they are from the same source. Finally, Pluto is also known
as the God of Wealth. In my experience, it was taken away from me
materially - my 'things' were destroyed - but a deeper enrichment followed.
I hope that if and when we introduce our patients to the delights of Pluto,
a task not to be undertaken lightly, we will be prepared to help them grow
the pomegranite seed into the deep love of life and fruitfulness of Demeter.
Homeric Hymn to Demeter Lady, who bears such great gifts, who brings the
seasons, sovereign, Deo, you and your very beautiful daughter, Persephone,
be kind, and, in exchange for my poem, give me the kind of life my heart
wants.