Meeting you here makes me think of the time in Holland. I have always been interested in women but since some years I am not interested in women the way I was before. I am now interested in human being and have been meeting a lot of very lovely men and women. To me that is a difference from my emotional situation before.

I get aware, that I do not longer need other people to be happy. I am also aware of you as we meet and our elbows touch while you have a look what I have written on the envelop. Where do you live, you ask me and I can not tell you: I just arrived here and came right away to the post to post this key that I found in my pocket just before the plane left. I enjoy your presence and hope we will meet again.

I said I would come back tomorrow, but I was at the consulate and the day after I was not in town. So yesterday I came to the post office again and tried to post the key but I did not have enough money. I have been looking for you, but I did not see you and that made me a little sad. You seem a soul mate to me and I love to meet soul mates.

Our meeting was very important to me. It was like being at home, being able to talk and be understood. From my childhood I have other experiences. I spoke the Dutch language, but I was often misunderstood. You and I did not speak much, but I felt understood nevertheless. It is like being an autist, not being able to speak the language in a way that the other understands what you need. By not using speaking words, one has to use the other senses one has, to get aware of the needs.

These other senses can not be measured. I was at the hospital and noticed that there was a huge amount of nurses working there. Some of them were nuns, the biggest part was not. I thought about the time my mother was working in the hopital as a nurse. It must have been like that. Lots of nurses and just a few technical aids.

My mother loved her job. I am now looking for my missing part that has to do with my work. My mother was sent away because she married and that was the most unpleasant experience she had in her life.

We seem to make the same experiences as our parents. I do not wish them. As I love my work too, I want to work. But it seems that I am not in the right time. This right time can make, that I can use my ability to treat patients in coma and teach others what these patients need and how this must be given.  I have the feeling, that the people that are responsible for the patients in coma are so much in coma, that they do not want any changes. Are they trying to avoid waking up? Are they afraid of life? To me, the coma state feels like being dead. When I am in this state, I have the feeling I am not living and to me changes are the adventure of life.

We can give us the security we need by opening our heart. This will result in a feeling of love that gives us the security that what we feel is true. Words will not be able to change this feeling of the truth but will not be heard if they do not tell the truth.

For patients in coma words are very important as they are living from the mental body because the connections with the physical and emotional body are disturbed. By using words in emotional and physical movements, these connections will be normalised.

All these methods are taught in the hpi-courses.