Testimonials From Our Refugee Clients

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You may have watched alongside me with horror as footage of desperate people clingy to planes taking off from Kabul’s runway skimmed across our screens last summer. Perhaps you missed it, drowned out by the cacophony of crisis’ we are pummeled with on a daily basis.


The concept of world peace is often an abstract one, yet we all eagerly reel it off when we are given that one hypothetical wish.

Perhaps it was devastating images from the wars in Yeman, Sudan, Palastine or Syria that are burnt into your subconscious. If it was not these wars, then likely footage from Ukraine has struck close to home.  Even if your screens are off, blue and yellow flags have infiltrated our daily lives here in Britain. The threat of war is perhaps the most tangible it’s been in the UK for many years.


Whilst there are (mercifully) no bombs, bullets or army invasions hitting our shoreline, there are people, desperate people, fleeing life-threatening violence, and often, risking their lives once more to reach British soil.

‘no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck

feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled

means something more than journey’

– Home, Warsan Shire.

'Bambino's Story'

A worn woman’s bracelet clings to a young mans’ wrist; The faded remnants of someone who cares. Her name is engraved in the little dangling heart – Annie.  He is 19, a ‘bambino’ he says. I meet his little brother and learn they are Ethiopian. They have travelled for many months, crossed many boarders and nearly lost their lives in several perilous situations. All leading them here, to northern France. Their last hurdle is to cross the English Channel and reunite with their uncle, their closest living relative.  We both know their chances are slim. Many have made the journey just like these two only to lose their life between France and England. As we huddle under a makeshift shelter in the torrential rain, I can feel the weight of my British passport press against me inside my jacket.


‘Bambino’ jokingly asks if I want to marry him - “Do white people marry black people in the U.K.?”


 “when you feel separate you are in your imagination.”- Wookiefoot

I recently heard the quote “when you feel separate you are in your imagination.”


Separation is a symptom of overwhelm. Whether you’ve fled an active warzone or you are stressed from listening to the news, it’s what we turn to to subdue rising anxiety.


Yet acknowledging our unshakable interconnectedness is often what restores our wellbeing.


 The deepest happiness comes from meaningful human connection.


Community outreach is the essence of healing from atrocity. War dehumanises individuals and decimates communities.  How can we expect traumatised individuals to integrate into our society without us building relationships with them? How can we expect their trauma to not bleed into our society unless we actively offer them safety and support? 

These individuals have a tremendous capacity, as well as desire, to contribute to our communities. They may become your daughters music teacher, your partners colleague or your fathers carer. What kind of people do we want in these roles? 

We do not have the power to eradicate war but we can restore peace.  Thanks to the Boulderstone Technique (TBT) I have learnt an effective method to bring myself back to peace and help others get there too.

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) arrises when an individual is unable to process one or multiple traumatic memories. Ordinarily, the mind processes a memory by replaying it and at the same time maintaining a connection to peace, so that the next time it is replayed the sense of peace goes with it. If one cannot maintain a connection to peace then the memory remains unprocessed.


‘I want to go home but home is the mouth of a shark, home is the barrel of a gun’ -Home, Warsan Shire.

An Afghan Police Officer's Story

A former policewoman dragged herself out of bed to attend her first session on a rainy english morning. Her hair was unwashed and dark circles framed hollow eyes and a despondent disposition. Plagued by insomnia and unrelenting nausea she says she would rather return to Afghanistan and face the Taliban’s brutality than to continue to endure the agony of being separated from her young daughters and all that she had fought for.


I was nervous. This woman had both endured and participated in immense brutality.  The severity of her trauma was palpable. Yet after several minutes on the treatment couch her breathing softened and I realised for the first time in days, she was fast asleep. I watched with astonishment as the tension melted from her face and for a few precious moments I felt I bore witness to the innocent young girl she once was.


‘No one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear



run away from me now

i don’t know what i’ve become

but i know that anywhere

is safer than here.’,  -Home, Warsan Shire.

Three months on and this striking lady greets me with a smile and hug and giggles as she proudly shows me the dance routines on TikTok she’s started copying. Every visit leading up to this we have been encouraging her to move- to help release pent up trauma, to ease the tension in her muscles and the grief in her heart. I stand beaming at her; I couldn’t imagine how her face could wear a smile when we first met. Despite all that has been taken, in this moment, her joy shines brighter than the darkness that encased her.  


I have worked with many extraordinary people; a young lady who developed seizures after witnessing a terror attack at her university, her father who is crippled by chest pain, a visceral response to his heart-breaking loss, a gently spoken mother who is faced with learning to read and write for the very first time – in a foreign language. I could tell you of the children and the unspeakable horror they have witnessed through their peircing little eyes.


But I’ll hold back, because there are many more stories to tell, of the people we haven’t yet reached.


What you can do

For the last several months we have been self-funding our project working with a group of refugees. However the inundation of requests from the refugees themselves and those supporting them, have highlighted how essential and in demand this work is. We are therefore committed to finding a way to make this project sustainable moving forward. We would be immensely grateful for financial assistance to employ an independent translator to ensure our clients feel safe and heard.


Alternatively,  if you have any advice or support on how we can fund our work moving forward we would be grateful to hear from you.


The Boulderstone Technique (TBT) is gentle yet direct and works on both the mind and body, allowing us to process our experiences and thus restore peace. Usually we work by holding the clients head but sometimes choose to work directly on the area causing discomfort. Our team has extensive experience working with a wide variety of conditions in addition to PTSD including:  chronic pain, grief and physical injuries. With our technique we help individuals get back to peace from the very first session.


We are dedicated to working with all refugee communities and recognise the inequalities and complexities within different groups. We believe in restorative peace and the transformative power of uniting in our common humanity, for refugees and the new communities we are co-creating.

Please Donate to Support Our Work

 We pledge 100% of this money will directly go towards funding refugee treatment.

Please feel free to reach out for more information or to discuss alternative payment methods.

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Wishing you peace & positivity,

 Georgia, on behalf of The Boulderstone Team