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To Be or not To Be (4): Astro-homeopathy with crayfish

bare back This is part 4 of my finds in the German esoterics magazine “Sein” (=“to be”) I had found on my train (see part 1, part 2, part 3)…

Before we really start…

The word combination in the title doesn’t mean that I am combining multiple topics in this post – oh no, this is, in all seriousness, the topic of the single-page article I’m writing about this time, written by a homeopath named Werner Baumeister.

And exactly this nice back here on the right hand side (© Elena Vdovina – Fotolia.com [affiliate link]) is also used by said article as splash photo (at nearly half of the page’s height) with the caption “When the armor/carapace is gone: vulnerable, unprotected, helpless…“ (everything translated by me) – or did you think I’d post bare skin here without reason? ;)

What is it all about?

Open Hearts
Astacus, discarding the European crayfish’s carapace
Homeopathy for the predetermined breaking point [Sollbruchstelle] of our life

This also is the title of an evening event which this homeopath organized together with an astrologer (and advertized with this article, since it’s from the March issue).

In the beginning, potentially many people are addressed “personally” right away – like newspaper horoscopes and many other mystics like to do –, people who might feel “disarmored, laid bare, naked, unprotected, defenseless, exposed”, which would apply “in times of massive changes” to many of us – yes, “of us”, the author includes himself into it, since that helps to build would-be trust (emphasis mine):

Self-doubt, dark thoughts about the future, despair, fear to get hurt, and the wish to insure oneself with others, makes us, in this thin-skinned state, welcome victims for numerous self-proclaimed clairvoyants and shady seers.

Oh how right he is – though he “forgets”, I think, numerous astrologers, homeopaths, astro-homeopaths and various other esoteric dreamers…

The crayfish

Crayfish like the noble or European crayfish (Astacus astacus; » Wikipedia) need to throw off their carapace, their armor, to be able to grow while their skin is soft, until a new carapace is completed weeks later. When looking for analogies for changes in life, such animals certainly aren’t beside the point.

But why stick with simple analogies? There can be more in it! Let’s turn this into an “elixir”, somebody’ll believe us – or we believe it ourselves –, we don’t have to care about respectable science, anyway! At least that’s the impression I’m getting here:

Homeopathically, Astacus, the crayfish, helps us when a feeling of being unprotected, being exposed, is in the foreground.

Hey, will a pinch of a pulverized ruler, dissolved in a swimming pool, help if you can’t think straight?

Or are zombies in horror movies so keen on brains just because that helps against sinking intellectual power? :mrgreen:

Enter astrology

But why use just one abstruse psychology–animal–elixir-combination when you can have two pseudosciences for the price of one? So let’s get astrology to join in:

Astro-homeopathically, these are moments where Uranus, the liberator and bomb thrower, suddenly hits on our Saturnic encrustations with his explosive force. Analogous to the crayfish carapace, Saturn represents solid body structures such as the bones, the locomotor system and of course the skin as protective organ.

Saturn drawing So diluted crayfish does now serve as a shield against bomb explosions? Or rebuilds a shield that’s been blown off, hoping the soft layer underneath has remained unharmed? Tell that to landmine vitims, they’re gonna be happy! Oh, no, in case of doubt these things are just meant as analogies, as symbols, of course. :roll:

The article then just blathers in general more about fear and possibilities (and the crayfish). But let’s carry that idea a little further for ourselves:
:bigsmile:

Should those who are afraid of being stung by the spiky crescent moon eat a little piece of cheese that’s been brought back by Wallace & Gromit?

Does Mars, the red planet, cause an addiction to Mars, the chocolate bar, and does a pinch of red pepper help against that, resolved in as much water as fits into Hebes Chasma, the deepest canyon on Mars?

If Neptun, named after the Roman god of the seas, threatens to use its influence to fluently flood us, would water diluted in water help?

Does Pluto, named after the god of the underworld, discovered only in 1930 and no longer an official “real” planet since 2006, threaten to end our successes and make us a flash in the pan, and does fine-ground ghost gauze protect us from that?

Who can think of other absurdities? But don’t peek into esoterics or astrology books and websites! ;)


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Cuddle song hampers percentages – or something like that…

Not that I wouldn’t like my low-price cellphone provider blau.de (=“blue”), on the contrary – but if you combine and build upon what’s in their latest newsletter I received today, this post’s title may be the result: ;)

Main news item is the price reduction from 9.9 to 9 cents per voice minute and SMS, presented by their two blue sock hand puppets (my translation): “From April 1 on, I pay only 9 cents per minute and SMS in the general tariff.” – “Great, then you save even more, a full 10 percent!

Well, they got it wrong: You save 0.9 cents, that’s 0.9 / 9.9 = 1 / 11 = 0.090909… ≈ 9.1 %. So rather nearly 10 %. :klugscheisser:

Items 2 and 3 in the newsletter are the accessories tip of a UMTS PC card and the WAP tip “Google to go” – and then the ringsound download tip for this unspeakable, unbearable, unfeasible, un–whatever Schnuffel Kuschel-Song (“cuddle song”), number 1 for weeks in the official German single charts. “Get the spring hit on your cellphone”. Aaaaargh!
:blossnicht:

Quote (translated) from Schnuffel: Germany in cuddling fever (laut.de, German) (via 49 Suns)

“Number one for a virtual cuddly toy singing about a carrot. Of course, it can’t get more moronic, but we also thought that about the Crazy Frog. […] The song itself (music & text: Jamba) is a cheap large-hall disco stomper with a text you usually find on fall-asleep CDs babies. But that’s okay, since Jamba is a company that makes money out of bullshit. And it’s legitimate because people buy that bullshit. And Jamba doesn’t claim it were art, let alone music.”