I want to share with you the story of Moreya.
Moreya is an extremely sensitive and proud woman.
Carefully she had hid her soul in her body.
Moreya thought she always needed the other one in sight, to experience she was whole.

                  

Since she was a baby Moreya used her fists to punch to her face. A habit she didn’t get rid off.
Even when she was forty, people could still see her punching.
In the years she grew up, she learned other ways to express feelings by kicking others, and pulling her hair out.
She learned that as she got teeth that they could hurt in her arm.

Moreya was a woman of habits, what she learned, she learned, and didn’t forget.
She wished that every day was a day with silence and clarity.
There where so many things that happened daily around here: people walking, talking, shouting, leaving her alone.
When her mentor left out of sight, she took a big run, and only stopped running when she saw another.

 
Moreya knew that people came to her, if she hit herself only hard enough.
As she couldn’t talk, and was in severe physical pain, she just didn’t remember other ways to express herself.

                         

She learned very young that people, always leave. She once trusted a warm loving soul, but since she left,
she decided not to open her heart to everyone so easily.
‘I need the other one to survive, that’s why I make contact’
Sometimes she forgot her appointment with herself, and she could experience a heart connection.
That where times everything seems to be whole again.

                         

Her medication and scattered body made wholes in her sensitive energy field around her.
Her soul played hide and seek in her body.
Her physical vessel was like an open invitation to energies and entities.

 
I had the honor to know her. I met Moreya when she was in her early forty’s.

 
As for Moreya and as for me it was quite a challenge to make the heart connection.
Oh I loved her instantly, but Moreya’s body could hit you, when you least expected it.

 
I knew it wasn’t Moreya being so aggressive, I knew after some time, two dead man where using her body.
As she was a baby they popped in, and did not leave. It was frustrating for them to be, in a limited body.
How messier the environment of Moreya was, the more she hide her soul.
The two young dead men could flourish then, and express their frustration in an aggressive way.

 
It was a miracle Moreya and I met.

                     

One day we sat in a bus, as we did often.
She was on a journey from her house to the daycare centre.
Suddenly her fists started to hit me in the face. It was very sudden and hard.
My glasses flew of my face to the ground.

That was the way she could reach me.
This was Moreya, raising her voice. ‘He, you help me!’

 

I did. Action plan Moreya started. I had ‘work to do’ at my work.

I had to open communication at my work, to speak from my heart to my boss.
I used this opportunity to put borders in many ways, at many layers.

 
Then I sat down at Moreyas table and made a drawing from home.
She watched and watched to it; together we gave home a steady place at her table.

 

In the days that passed by, after our bus experience I made sure I was feeling at home when I was with Moreya.
I let love flow and trusted my gut feelings. I putted rose quarts in the room and at her table, because I love it so much.

Moreya loved the rose quarts also. Immediately she took the rose quarts and tasted it. She holds it in her hands.

And at times she was at work, the stones where laying beside her. It was so good to see, she loved the stones.
Not once she threw the stones into the room.  My colleagues all respected her sacred space.
The drawing and the stones stayed at place.
Normally everything that could get broken, or can be thrown would be removed for safety reasons.
I had opened communication from my heart to my colleagues. A magical band of trust seemed to exist.

 

Together Moreya and I talked with the two young men.
Moreya and I had to be strict and putted big fat borders.
I showed them they where dead, and that home is a much cooler place to be for them.
That their loved ones where waving to them from home.
At the end they left with love.

                         

Moreya experienced herself as whole, and remembered her magnificence.

I told her she was family of light, and that she was always protected forever and always.
I made the eternity sign all around here, and laughed about myself.

For the moment she felt safe and protected.

Moreya and I giggled and laughed in our hearts.

                             

I knew the self hitting and aggressive behavior to others wouldn’t stop immediately.
Her brain connection was too strong for that. But the intensity was much less, and the intention changed.

 

In the months after our experience I learned more and more from Moreya.

I feel honored to share these experiences with you another time…..

With the greatest love I wave to you,
Until next month!

Love Elleke