By Leona Thomas
I had just left my friend’s home in Casablanca when a Moroccan woman, walking directly in front of me with her son (about 5 years old), suddenly began shouting loudly and beating the boy on his head. Then she grabbed him by his hair and dragged him along behind her, all the while screaming loudly at him. I was stunned and it appeared that most other onlookers were also unable to respond. She stared across the road at the people there and she yelled at them too! Then she stormed off ahead of her little one who was sobbing his heart out and calling after her.
I wanted to pick him up and hold him in my arms. But he wasn’t mine to hold. I felt his pain, his sorrow. And immediately I directed the universe, “Please hold him in Love. Please hold him in Love.”
I felt calm descend upon me from within. I continued to slowly say, “Please hold him in Love” but then I also recognised the pain in his Mother. When she turned to shout across the road I had seen the pain in her eyes. She was crying and trying to hold something in. She wasn’t doing a great job of it! “Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love. Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love.” I followed them down the street.
She stopped shouting. Eventually she let the boy catch up and he held her hand. He was still crying. She began to complain to some women. I waited nearby. “Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love.” We continued walking together, now on opposite sides of a narrow street.
She stopped again just before the main road and I stopped on the pavement opposite her. I stood facing her with my heart open and my eyes upon her. I noted the fear in her eyes, the terror that was in her face. Something had triggered her and she still was not fully balanced. “Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love. Please hold them both together in Love.”
I let them turn onto the main road and I stayed where I was. My heart was so open and Love was all that I was. My Divine Self was fully present. I stood there with time slowed down, the sweetest Love flowing through me. People passed me, walking through my auric field, receiving the blessing directly. After about 5 minutes I also turned into the main road and met them coming back the other way. They were now both relaxed and smiling, and carrying more bags of shopping!
As I watched them turn into a side street and disappear from view, I remembered words from my Spirit Guide in 2007. He had said, “Anybody can love the peaceful child or the mellow man but can you love the one who would kill you? Can you love the one who would stab you in the back? Can you love the one who is hurting inside?”
Finally, after all these years, I can truthfully answer, “Yes, I can love the one who is hurting inside - even when I see them acting out and hurting another.”
The Angels know of the things that happened to me when I was a child. There was an incident not so different from the one I witnessed in Casablanca in the story above. Except that when the woman who was entrusted with my care grabbed my hair, she then rammed my head 3 times into a brick wall...
The Angels wish you to know that everyone who has experienced such things can come home to Love.
As you read the above true story you too were held in that field of Love. Perhaps you felt it? As you read the story, the Angels held that Love field open for all victims of abuse and for all of their abusers.
Right now they are sending that Love up and down the ancestral lines, across all dimensions and in all directions to all children and adults who have ever been victims of violence or witness to it. And to their abusers too. May Love reach all the dark corners where these memories have buried themselves, setting us free to relax and trust people again. Now and ever more. Amen.