It was still hard for Joke to work on her book, but at the same time she experienced an inner urge, a feeling that told her she had to go on, that Jonathan needed it, and Patricia, and all the other people working in healthcare.

She realised very well, that when she wrote her story about healthcare, put into words the fantastic ideas that bubbled up from her soul, that her soul then used that to radiate its power and light to the people working in healthcare.

She noticed from Jonathan's stories that he was becoming more courageous, that he was beginning to experience his power more and more as something of his own. He also noticed that he was becoming more powerful, no longer needing to put his hand on a sore spot. He had shifted to being more distant, less conspicuous. If he saw that someone was in pain, he would ask, where that patient was in pain. Then he focused his thoughts on that spot. He didn't always know if it helped, but regularly a patient responded with a surprised comment, that the pain was much less or even completely gone.

Recently Patricia had come to Jonathan with a story that there had been a patient who kept spitting up. No matter what her colleague did, nothing seemed to help. Patricia had only focused on the patient in her mind, the vomiting stopped, and two days later the patient was able to continue recovering at home. She had hoped this kind of healing would happen one day, but was now overwhelmed by it.

Patricia... Joke smiled. She was so happy for Anton, that so soon after she had left him, he had recognised Patricia as his soulmate. Their age difference of over ten years had bothered Patricia for a while, not in the sense that she thought Anton was too old, but that she considered herself too young. But together they had soon become convinced that age said nothing about a person. These were only numbers, on which, it seemed, a curse had rested, a curse that, through their inner healing and strength, they were actually no longer bothered by at all. They both felt young, younger than ever before!

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Joke poured herself a mug of coffee and sat down at her laptop. Jonathan had insisted on buying her a computer, but she was so used to her laptop. And she could so easily transfer finished books to an external hard drive that she always had more than enough space left on her laptop.

She switched it on and briefly looked at where she had left off. Oh yeah...

She sat down and started typing. While typing, she came across the word 'healing art', and was struck by the word 'art' in it. She stopped typing, let her story rest, and thought about the word 'healing art'. She had always seen the work of doctors and other healthcare workers as a system. A patient had symptoms, and by the scheme the doctor had in mind, he knew what medicine to give, or what treatment was needed. For Joke, it had always felt like an incredibly large schedule of possibilities and, unfortunately, impossibilities for her. Got this, then that... Got this, then so... It had always seemed to her almost like a mathematical way of working.

She knew those yes-no diagrams, on a wide variety of subjects. Are you...? No? Then the arrow pointed to the next box with a new question. And at Yes, the arrow pointed to another box with another question. And if you then went through the chart like that, you would automatically arrive at the right answer.

Medicine was like that too, wasn't it?

"Bloody hell! What a lie!" exclaimed Joke, hitting the table with a fist next to her laptop. "What a stupidity! That's not how human beings are put together, nor is that how medicine is put together, but globally that's what it's made of!"

She was silent for a moment, feeling the answer to this situation rising from her soul. 'Healing is an art, an expression of the soul'. She recognised the name of the gallery, 'Art, an expression of our soul', but at first did not understand for a moment how there could be a connection with that.

Joke thought of what Anton had told her: "Ask yourself questions, your soul knows the answers." Doing that now, she wondered aloud, "What does the work of a physician, a doctor, have to do with art? In what sense should healing a patient be an expression of your soul?"

The answer came immediately: "Listen to your soul, follow your intuition, and you will know what to do, creatively, with each patient differently. Diseases are largely a result of emotional injury. Patients need your soul power, and your creative solutions."

Joke typed out, a little way below her story, all the words that came up. When Jonathan came home later, she would tell him. But when the flow of words stopped, she thought of something else. She copied the piece of text into a group email, which she sent to her own email address and to Jonathan's, Anton's and Patricia's.

From Anton she immediately got a thumbs-up back, and he wrote with it: 'Never thought about it like that, but how true this is! Thanks for passing it on, I'm curious to see how Patricia and Jonathan experience this.'

It didn't take long for that to become clear. From both of them, they got surprised reactions. Patricia wrote: 'Never thought about it like this either, but I feel it's right, this is how we're already kind of into it.' And Jonathan responded: 'Wow! I want more of this, I want to break free from the system!'

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It had awakened something in Patricia and Jonathan, and they longed to be able to talk about it with the four of them. Anton and Joke thought that was a great idea, and they agreed to meet the next evening.

They met at Patricia's house, where Anton was now living too, and in between quietly moving more of his belongings there. Joke felt how good it was that Anton now lived here. They had both found their place and had not lost sight of each other, were still lovers in a way, in a way that did not damage their new relationships, but rather strengthened them. It could not be explained, even to each other, but they experienced that it worked that way, and they were incredibly happy about it!

Anton asked both healthcare workers how they had experienced their work in recent years.

Jonathan responded, "In the beginning, especially during my training, I still had questions, but unnoticed, I see now in retrospect, the system encapsulated me, and I foolishly worked according to the system, following a kind of roadmap, a schedule. I mostly just knew what I had to do, and did it. I fortunately never lost heart for patients, could easily connect with those who didn't have an overly large wall built up around their hearts. I liked being able to reassure people, right through all the misery they were in. Just listen, be with them for a while. Over the years, that became more difficult, because there was hardly any time for it. But precisely in the last few years I have experienced that my soul is healing from all kinds of misery from the past, and that my soul is acting more powerfully towards our patients. Well, Joke experienced this when I gently placed my hand on her leg fracture. No, it did not heal the fracture, but the pain was almost gone. And that allows the patient to relax more, and that speeds up the healing process. Yes, the latter is something we know from psychology, but which I also experience in my innermost being true. In recent times I don't lay hands on people anymore, and neither do you, Patricia, we have become more powerful and therefore it is possible to focus only our thoughts on the patient, which quite regularly causes change. Like recently with that spitting patient..."

He looked at Patricia, expecting her to share that again. And she happily did. Together they enjoyed the power getting stronger, the wonderful results.

Patricia continued, "This does make me really long for us to become much more powerful in this. We have promised with our oath, the Hippocratic Oath, that we will do what we can in the service of our fellow man. Caring for the sick, promoting health and alleviating suffering. We put the patient's interests first and respect his views. We will do no harm to the patient. In themselves, these are fine words, and I fully support them, but... and this is an important point, who was Hippocrates and what did he teach? The lousiest part of what he taught was the system of diagnosing based on symptoms and seeking treatment with that. He was a man who wanted absolutely nothing to do with what he called supernatural, sorcery or religion. Now I don't like religious manifestations of the supernatural either, am even convinced that those things have actually caused a lot of trouble in people, but in doing so he also switched off the power we have in our souls. That's why I am sometimes a bit wary of the consequences of what we do, especially when it comes to reactions from colleagues. But the inner urge to follow my intuition and my impressions does grow stronger and stronger. In doing so, we do not go against Hippocratic Oath, but we do go against his teachings and way of working. And in addition, we have to deal with the business aspect, the profit motive. A huge system has been set up within healthcare to make money out of it. And no, in my opinion Hippocrates has nothing to do with that, on the contrary, that man would probably turn over in his grave if he found out about our system of healthcare, with its focus on making large amounts of money, but it is something that we as healthcare providers have been trapped by. Actually, and I mean this seriously, I would like to get out and look for other options. But I wouldn't know what and how. I'll brood on it for a while!"

Joke sat listening with a frown in her forehead. "I had heard of it, of that revenue model, that chasing for profit. But I only realise now, that that means that you are therefore actually obliged to follow the hospital's schedule, because otherwise they will earn less. Because Jonathan's soul power took away my pain, they couldn't fill me up with painkillers. Well painkillers won't make that incredible of a profit, I guess, but I'm just concerned with the principle. That could still be the first cause of problems if they find out what you guys are doing. I love that your power is already so strong by now, that you can do things just by focusing. As a result, your colleagues can't figure out so easily what's happening, what you're doing, but I suspect there's going to come a time when you can't avoid it, when they start asking questions. And then?"

"Then we get to what I just said, that I do sometimes think about getting out and looking for other options. Then it gets to the point where we have no other choice," Patricia said.

Anton nodded: "That's right, I think it will come to that point one day. Financially it doesn't have to be a problem for us, we can quite get on with my income. But how would that be with you, Jonathan, Joke?"

"More difficult," Jonathan responded, "then we would have to make ends meet on the income from Joke's book sales. Do you have some idea of the sales of your books, Joke? Is there an upward trend in that?"

"Oh yes, definitely, although I must say that there is not a whole lot left over per book. It's a nice penny, I think something like five or six euros I have left over per book. All expenses and taxes have already been deducted. Bert and Annelies have a calculation scheme on their computer for that. I see that sales are increasing, but not enough to make ends meet. Fortunately, my book on healthcare is doing well. A few more weeks, then I can email that to Annelies too, so she can read it and print the book. Then sales will probably go up a bit again."

"Simon from Bloemenhof had got the impression that one day the gallery would end up in a big building, a kind of museum in other words. There, your books could also be sold. You would then reach more people who will consider buying them," Anton suggested. "But I also understood from Simon, that it might take some years before that happens. There would have to be more emotional healing first, something like that had occurred to him. In any case, let's start looking around for opportunities to make your books more widely known."

"That would be nice..." Joke replied.

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Jonathan and Patricia felt empowered by Joke and Anton and by each other, and developed an ever deeper desire to really break through. It felt like a prison to work within the confines of the system.

Anton did what he often did when he ran into something. Then he sought contact with his soul friend Huib. He called him and explained to him what was going on. Huib was wildly enthusiastic about what was happening so far, but also understood that Jonathan and Patricia were longing for more. Huib immediately thought of Maurice and Jacqueline, gave their phone number to Anton so that he could discuss with them whether they might be able to help.

Anton decided to call immediately, just to tell them what was going on and to ask if they might be able to help. Maurice told them that if they wanted, they could feel free to drop by, possibly stay with them, but that they could also speak to each other via a Zoom get-together. "Technology stands for nothing these days!" he laughed. "Does that suit you? Or would you rather come over?"

They agreed, given Patricia and Jonathan's alternating shifts, that it would be easier to meet via Zoom. So it happened that a few days later they were all in touch via the App, briefly uncomfortable, but all soon at ease. Their genuine connection with each other was clearly considerably stronger than the unusualness of such a Zoom meeting.

Jacqueline took the floor soon after getting acquainted. "What both of you are struggling with is the system that Hippocrates started, the system of only looking at the physical, and on top of that the revenue model, the business system. We have been surprised several times in recent years at how strong that is in our healthcare system. Power and money, that duo has a particularly dark connection and also has a grip on healthcare. Both those systems have put you behind bars, which at least officially means you have no freedom of movement outside that cage. This means that, as beautiful as it is right now, you cannot allow the power of your soul to flow fully. The cage within you is holding that back. And that is why it is necessary for that cage to break open now, not just open the door, but for the cage to break down completely, so that you can start spreading your wings in your work."

Jacqueline and Maurice watched them closely, saw that Jonathan and Patricia were making laborious movements. They focused on them both and saw that they were both relaxing.

"Pfff," Jonathan said, "that felt intense for a while, painful even!"

Patricia confirmed: "Well, luckily it only lasted for a moment. I think your focus soon put an end to that."

Maurice grinned mischievously: "Jackie, we've been caught, that doctor is on to us!"

They laughed and waited curiously to see if anything more would happen.

"Actually, there is not much else to do at the moment. You know what I expect? That the personal things you are still running into will naturally break down as your soul work starts to increase in the coming days. Should you still come up against things, let us know! Wait, Joke, there is a flow of words coming from within your soul, but your uncertainty about whether you can bring them out in the right way and whether people are interested in your words causes them to falter regularly. When a drain pipe is clogged, I put in baking soda and cleaning vinegar as unblockers. I am doing that now in a spiritual sense with your supply pipe, so that your words will flow more and more, just as they come from the depths of your soul, that they will come out that way."

Joke said she was indeed still experiencing that obstacle.

"I suspect that will soon be a thing of the past. Let us know, dear people, how you get on! And Anton, I don't have anything for you at the moment, but I want to thank you for the work you did for your previous partner over the past few years. That was, if I understand correctly, not Patricia, correct?"

Anton smiled and nodded, "Joke and I have been married for many years, and that relationship started with an impression I received, that I could help her to fully blossom. From the moment I said 'yes' to that impression, I was overwhelmed with love for her, despite realising over time that we were not soulmates. Shortly after the turn of the year, she met her soulmate in Jonathan, and after I struggled for a few weeks with having to let go of her, I recognised my soulmate in Patricia."

"Great, Anton," Maurice responded, visibly moved. "Great, that really is soul work, soul-timing!"

"You did a fantastic job Anton, you helped Joke immensely in her inner healing and you made her blossom. That's right, isn't it Joke?" asked Jacqueline.

"Oh yes, for sure! I turned from a badly wounded young woman into a woman who knows what she wants, who has come to know her core. Only that insecurity in writing, although that has been much worse, it wasn't completely gone. I am very curious to see how that continues now. I will definitely let you know!"

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Less than a week later, some of Jonathan and Patricia's colleagues started asking questions. Things were going differently from what they were used to, and they had the impression that the two of them were involved. They were taken to task by the department head, questioned and reprimanded.

In rebuttal, Patricia asked, "What can I do against the power of my soul?"

"Obey, you know you have to obey the rules!"

"But what about the oath we took? We promised, that we would do what we can in the service of our fellow human beings, we would put patients' interests first, take care of them, promote their health, alleviate their suffering and certainly not harm them. On that basis, I ask you, what are we doing wrong then? Have you received complaints from patients?"

"No, we haven't, but you also know that you have to abide by the regulations of the hospital, that you have to follow the protocols as they stand. So I am sending you away with a warning, stop what you have been doing with what you call soul power. I call that magic! And that, speaking of Hippocrates, is absolutely something we cannot tolerate here. Hippocrates had already seen that, that sorcery was absolutely out of the question. You have learned, thanks to him, how to diagnose and how to help and care for patients. Stick to that!"

Patricia and Jonathan were sent away, decided not to talk to each other about it for a while, but to meet at Jonathan and Joke's house after working hours. They sent their partners a message about this and continued with their work.

By the end of the afternoon, all four were present. Joke had arranged a pan of soup and sandwiches so that they could report on the conversation with the head of the department in peace during the meal.

"Well, conversation... I actually mean something else by that. There was clearly no connection, but we already knew that. We are forbidden to do anything with 'that soul power' any longer, that would be sorcery," Jonathan told us.

"Yes, that's right," Patricia responded, "that's what she thinks, but the joke is, that after that so-called conversation, I noticed for the first time, that I didn't have to focus anymore, but what was needed just happened. It was like I was put into the next gear. So I can't stop it anymore! Not that I would want to, but it does mean that there will be problems from this."

"Did you have that too?" asked Jonathan, bewildered. "I thought I was imagining it. It was so crazy, I came to a patient who had quite a cramp in her belly, and suddenly she looked at me in surprise and said it was gone. And then I thought to myself: that's crazy, I didn't focus on it at all, my mind was still on the head of department's words. Okay, so we have received promotion!"

Anton had followed them silently and now stood up, in action. "So you are really entering dangerous territory now, at least in the opinion of your department head. That's one side. The other side is, I would advise you, from now on, to start writing down your experiences, preferably in Word or something, so you can easily save it in a folder. Organise it by date or by type of healing, whatever seems convenient to you, but do something with it, make sure you have it in a row. Another idea comes to mind, but now is not the time for that. Joke had discovered that your work is called 'healing art', which actually means that your work should be an expression of your soul. Well, with both of you that is quite obviously the case by now. So in theory, you should be able to connect with the gallery. And while I'm talking, the following comes up: if you, each of you personally or collectively - that's up to you to decide - create a website and share all your experiences on it, then you could put a contact page on it, so that people can ask you for information or help, and I think on the same page a possibility to donate. Think about that, about how you want to deal with giving people help outside the system, whether you're going to ask for money for that or voluntary donations. Well then, you can't make a site like that now, because you'll immediately get into trouble at work, but as soon as you get fired, or resign yourself, you can immediately fill that website with the reports you made in Word. Then we can knock on the gallery people's doors, explain to them how we see the word 'healing art' and ask if they make that same link and add your reports on their site, with references to your website. Something like that... It seems as if Jacqueline also fostered that flow in me, I normally never have such word flows! What do you guys think? Do you guys click with it?"

Patricia nods: "Absolutely! I wonder if we could already create an outline for a website without it becoming public. Then we could probably include every Word file in there."

"I'll give Huib a call to ask if that's possible with that website they use," Anton said, got up and walked to the kitchen to call Huib. He told him about the Zoom meeting they had had and that Patricia and Jonathan had already grown stronger as a result. He told him that they had been summoned and that afterwards they had both experienced that just their presence was enough to make things happen that the head of the department would call sorcery.

"Great man! But then they run the risk of getting fired, then?" asked Huib.

"Right, I suspect it will go in that direction," Anton said, explaining the impressions he had received around a website of their own and possibly the gallery's website.

"As for the gallery, we'll let that go for now. They are going to put their experiences in Word first, but would actually like to start setting up a website already. What do you think, that website you used to create the gallery website, would it be suitable for them too? Could they also create it, edit it and not put it online yet in the meantime?"

"Definitely! They could both create their own page for their testimonials, experiences. In addition, a contact page and maybe also a page where they indicate how people could support them financially. Ah, that could also be added on the contact page itself. And even below the testimonials, much easier. Put a testimonial, below it in slightly smaller letters or in a different colour such a text as "would you like to support us financially?" and then their account number. Yes, I would put that underneath every testimonial, so easy. That website we used is really ideal for that. And it is free, we do have a subscription now, because we have expanded a bit, but for what Patricia and Jonathan want, I think they can use the free version just fine! I'll email you the details in a moment, and they can always call me if they need some guidance. Figuring it out themselves takes quite some time, while I can explain to them how it works in a few minutes."

"Very nice Huib, I'll forward your mail to them then! Thanks!"

"Very much appreciated, and please tell them that I am extremely happy with what they are doing. This is a step in the right direction of a full healing of our country!"

"I hadn't looked at it that way before, but I totally agree with you!"

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Anton moments later forwarded the e-mail he received from Huib to Patricia and Jonathan and assured them that they really should call Huib when they started working on the site!

Patricia and Jonathan agreed that they would create a joint website, each with their own page full of stories of what they had experienced. They thought it would be smart to start typing away first, and then call Huib together to start messing around with the website under his guidance.

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They noticed that describing the testimonies did not even take as much time as they had expected. Memories surfaced quite spontaneously and their folders of stories were already growing steadily.

They had agreed to organise the testimonies by date, and had discussed the easiest way to store it in their computer. It all turned out to be easier than they had thought.

Then they reconvened at Jonathan's house and called Huib. He had some time, sat down at his computer and helped them on their way to make a few pages and to already put Jonathan's first file on it.

"Unbelievable," Patricia exclaimed halfway through the conversation, "this is just child's work, joh, so super easy!"

"Yeah, not so bad," Huib said. "And if you want to take a look at what it will look like for a visitor to your website, just turn on your page. In theory, people might find it, but as long as you don't advertise it on social media or anything, then no one will look for it. And on the Edit site, if you click on the mobile sign at the top left, it will show you how it will look on a mobile. Just try it out."

Jonathan performed what Huib had said. They experienced both options, display on the computer monitor and display on the cellphone, as very readable and nicely arranged.

After a quarter of an hour, during which Huib also taught them some additional things like adding images, using different font sizes and font colours, they had already finished the outline. Furthermore, he advised them to put a little of the patient's complaint at the top of each testimonial, as a kind of title, maybe in a different colour or something.

Jonathan and Patricia thanked Huib, turned their pages back to 'off' and set to work on Jonathan's reports. When he finished it, Patricia surprised him by showing that she had sent all her reports to him via e-mail before she had gone to see him. This way, they could also put her reports there in advance.

A few days later, their website 'Healing art, an expression of our souls' was up and running in draft form, complete with the necessary testimonies. Under each testimonial, in a different colour, they had put the question "Would you like to support us financially?" and below it their account details. They had since discovered that that block of text was very easy to copy each time and the copy could then be moved to the next testimony.

"Say Jonathan," began Patricia, "I can already see a little problem looming."

"So do I," Jonathan said, "but you tell me first."

"This is going to be a ridiculously long list of testimonies. Wonderful, of course, but the whole collection is here under each other. Wouldn't it be better to make sub-pages, where we either go by subject, disease or symptoms or something, or by month?"

Jonathan chuckled, "That's like 'you're taking the words out of my mouth'!"

"Or even better: 'two souls, one mind'!" laughed Patricia. "Which seems best to you, by topic or by month?"

"If I try to empathise with a someone who visits our website, I would think they would benefit more if we sort it by topic. And if we were to do that, we are still faced with the question of how we are going to do it. Are we going to sort by diagnoses, or by symptoms?"

"I agree with you, but it seems quite difficult to split it up like that. Actually, people should be able to browse the site with a search. If that's possible, we could just suffice with sub-pages per month."

They searched further, and found the ability to place a search on any page. Only that couldn't be done in the free version, they had to take out a subscription.

"It's not expensive in itself, especially when you consider that we would pay the amount together," Patricia thought, "but if we get laid off, you won't actually have a financial basis anymore, so I'd actually like to consider your opinion on a subscription as decisive."

Jonathan nodded thoughtfully. "Let's start putting the testimonials on there a month at a time, wait and see how it goes, and then decide later if we take that subscription. By the way, I'm just thinking, I don't think our soul cares that much about symptoms and diagnoses, it just does what it has to do. So searching by symptoms and diagnoses doesn't really make sense. Only most patients won't realise that. If we include on our Vision page how our soul deals with it, we won't need a search at all."

"Good idea, and then some other thing... how do we do it practically? Do we let people come to your house or mine?"

"Yes, that's a good one too. We do have a room to spare, but it's upstairs, which doesn't seem convenient. And at your place?"

"We have the option of making a small extension. Small, but big enough for the purpose. I'll discuss it with Anton. Joh, by the way, do you think that's necessary? I mean, if we could do it through Zoom, for example, like with Maurice and Jacqueline. Wouldn't that be an option?"

"Sure, I think that could be fine, maybe even via phone, voice-only. And eventually maybe just based on the email people send. Leave that extension for now. I don't think we need it!" said Jonathan.

Patricia smiled. "As you spoke, I experienced, it's actually going to be that simple! At least in a lot of cases. For a moment, that image of Joke breaking his leg comes to mind. How would it work if someone approached us with such a fracture?"

Jonathan burst out laughing: "Just a little crack crack? No, no kidding, I have no idea! Time will tell, or indeed... our souls will teach us when the time comes!"

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They both continued their work at the hospital as usual, meanwhile grateful for the website that was all set to go live.

They were enjoying their work again, despite colleagues sometimes looking at them strangely and questioningly, starting to treat them a bit like aliens. They did not care, felt strong and confident in who they were and in what they did, remained friendly, continued to consult as they were used to, and worked through at a quiet but brisk pace. As before, they easily established contact with most patients and enjoyed when patients indicated that something special had happened, pain had suddenly disappeared or that one of their colleagues had asked how it was that their recovery was going so extremely smoothly. Internally, they laughed with joy at those stories, but meanwhile wondered how long it would be before real problems would erupt.

Some day, a patient told Jonathan that a colleague of his had asked how it was that his pain had suddenly gone away, whether Jonathan or Patricia might have done something strange. The patient had responded with surprise, saying that Jonathan was treating her normally and that she had not seen Patricia for a few days because she had days off. And now she asked Jonathan, puzzled, what that was about, why that question had been asked.

Jonathan chuckled and said, "They think we are witches, or sorcerers, that we have magic powers. And they don't trust that. But I assure you, I have no wands, no cauldrons to brew herbal potions in and I just came to work on my bike. I never saw anything in broomsticks, I just don't like that means of transport."

The patient laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks. "You really are nuts! Do they really think you have magic power?"

"Yes, and they don't trust it. I think I'm just doing my job, and so is Patricia."

"I would think so too, and if you do exude a power, at least it's a good power that helped me!"

Jonathan smiled, "Let's leave it at that then... I'm moving on again, my other patients are waiting for me!"

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Despite puzzled responses from patients to colleagues' questions, and despite secret investigations from the head of department, they could not figure it out, could not discover what was going on. The department head called Patricia and Jonathan to her again, stated that she noticed that more and more wondrous things were happening and tried to hear them out about their methods. The only answer she got was that they were just being themselves and doing their jobs.

The next step the department head made was to try to get them to do things that she suspected they might object to, or that she might catch them not doing or not doing well. Jonathan and Patricia, however, were just doing their jobs. The only thing they sometimes ran into was that, according to the protocols, they were supposed to give patients certain drugs, which they turned out to no longer need. Then an altercation with colleagues, and usually with the head of the department, ensued each time.

Jonathan and Patricia began to find it quite annoying and began to enjoy their work less. They asked Anton and Joke to join them for consultations between the four of them. Anton and Joke had of course been following everything closely, but with Jonathan and Patricia becoming more and more cornered, and not really enjoying going to work anymore, they wondered together whether it wasn't time to put an end to it.

After discussing all the pros and cons, they all felt in their hearts that the time had indeed come. As it was by no means a small step, Patricia decided to call Jacqueline. And she did so on the spot, while the others sat around silently.

Jacqueline picked up and said, "Ha Patricia, it's time huh, time to stop..."

Patricia was dumbfounded: "What do you mean?"

"I saw your name in the window of my mobile and knew it was time to quit, to resign. How does that make you feel?"

"Well, actually the four of us talked about it just now and had indeed come to that conclusion. I decided to call you, to see if it was true in your opinion."

Jacqueline laughed! "So comical huh, how our souls work, how our souls know exactly what to say! And now what next? What are your plans?"

"We have been working on a website for some time, the same type of website as the gallery's. Jonathan and I have both created a page on that site, and on that we post the stories of our experiences, a kind of testimonials. We also have a page on it about our Vision, and a contact page, and everywhere we put an appeal to support us financially. I think that site should go viral."

"I think so too! And you know, I think the nice thing is that nobody can do anything to you. After all, you don't do anything?"

"No, right, a patient of Jonathan's had been questioned by a colleague, about how it was that she recovered so extremely fast. That colleague had simply asked if Jonathan or I had done anything, adding that she didn't quite trust us. That patient told Jonathan that, and asked what was the matter then. He had said that our colleagues thought we used magic, were witches or magicians, but that we didn't carry wands, were just doing our job and had come to the hospital on a bicycle because we didn't like flying on a broom. That patient laughed terribly about it, knew nothing in the end, and nobody can catch us on anything. They try all sorts of things, make us do treatments they suspect we don't want to do. Their problem is, they don't see what is going on, and they put in all kinds of opinions and conclusions that are not based on anything. Pathetic on the one hand, terribly comical on the other. Anyway, we find that more and more colleagues are avoiding us like the plague, regarding us as aliens or something. The atmosphere has just gone sour. So we want to get that website up and running, and publicise it on some social media. And we are considering approaching the gallery's site, at least, that web administrator, to ask her if they would like it if we joined."

"On the gallery? How do you envisage that then?"

"Well, basically just like we did it on our own site, put those testimonials on there, and then link to our own website."

"Yes, I can understand that, but what connection do you see between a gallery and medicine?" asked Jacqueline.

"Medicine... funny, that is the official word yes, but Joke got the word 'healing art' in mind, that in a way it is also an expression of our soul."

"You are absolutely right, really great! Patricia, this is just the kind of thing that makes me absolutely happy! Will you send me the link of your website?"

"Will do! And thanks again, really nice that you are such a support to us!"

"We'd love nothing more... see you soon!"

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That same day, Jonathan and Patricia opened the website, wrote a letter of resignation together and started promoting their site on Facebook and Twitter.

After everything was finalised at the hospital, they left there relieved and happy, they drove home together, bought a beautiful ice cream cake on the way and decided to celebrate with Anton and Joke there that evening.

Before cutting the ice cream cake, they emailed the link of their website to Ilse, suggested to her in that message that the testimonials should also be put on the gallery website with a link to their own website. They explained how they had come up with the idea, in response to the word 'healing art' and referred to the name of their site: `Healing art, an expression of our soul'.

Ilse emailed back, "Thanks, looks beautiful and impressive! I knew the soul was capable of many things, but I never expected this! I am going to email all our artists about your request, because this is quite a special form of art. You will hear from me as soon as possible!"

Less than an hour later, she emailed back, saying that she had received astonished, surprised and absolutely positive reactions from all the artists, and asked if it was okay for them, if in the same way as on their own site, she also made those two pages on the gallery's website for the two of them. Jonathan and Patricia were fine with it and checked the gallery's site every now and then to see how Ilse was doing.

"That lady is really a genius at it, what a pace!" said Jonathan in amazement.

As soon as everything was there on the gallery website, they both sent her a thank-you note complimenting her super-fast work. They both got a thumbs-up back.

The last thing they did on their mobile that night was to report on their social media accounts that they were now part of the gallery. They briefly explained why healing art was actually meant to be art, as an expression of the soul, and included the gallery link.

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A few days later, both Patricia and Jonathan received emails from people who were bothered by something. They had agreed with each other that they would read the emails quietly and let it come in deliberately. By default, they replied:

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'Thank you very much for your message!

Can you write us how you are doing at the moment?

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The answers ranged from 'things are a bit better' to 'the problem is completely gone!'

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As soon as they had time in between, they wrote a short testimonial, put it on their own website and emailed it to Ilse.

The first week they had a quiet time, by the second week more requests for help were coming in, and so the number steadily increased.

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At the end of the month, Joke checked their pay account. She was surprised by the number of donations that had come in, showed it to Jonathan. Together they decided it was time for another joint meeting, always a good reason for a joint meal!

It turned out that Anton and Patricia had also received quite a few donations.

Both Jonathan and Patricia added up the amounts that came in that month and concluded that the balance for the first three weeks was absolutely extraordinary!

It was Joke, who made a suggestion: "I know that the artists who sell their stuff through the website give ten percent of it to Ilse, as a kind of salary for all the work she does for them. I would love it if we could do the same, transfer ten percent of the total amount we received to Ilse every time at the end of the month. What do you guys think?"

"What I think?" began Jonathan with a suspicious tremor in his voice. "What I think is that you are an amazing woman, the way you go after your inner self in your own work and in living together and well in this too. I am proud of you and I welcome your proposal. I feel with deep certainty that it is the right thing to do!"

Patricia and Anton looked at each other, smiled and nodded. "We are in! Joke, do you have Ilse's account number?"

"Yes I have, but I'll send her a message first anyway...”

Ilse reacted surprised, delighted, also for their own sake, that they got direct support from their patients.

Jonathan and Patricia both transferred the promised ten per cent immediately.

"Wow, this feels so amazingly good, so powerful!"

Another idea bubbled up, in Patricia's mind: "I would like to give Maurice and Jacqueline a share too, do you guys like that, ten per cent every month, so the same amount we transfer to Ilse as well?"

Jonathan and Joke looked at each other and burst out laughing. "This is delightful juggling with money!" laughed Joke, "let's do that!"

They devised a shortcut, asked Karel if he had his parents' account number. He happily gave it to them, after which they immediately transferred the money, saying "thanks for your help!" and they sent an email after, explaining what they had decided.

Maurice and Jacqueline's reaction was touching: "We sincerely hope that other care workers will follow your example. And we hope that in this way money and property will reach places where it is needed. What we have left over will know its way around!"

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