Jeroen and Eric and their team of journalists soon noticed, that since Maurice and Jacqueline's visit, they threw themselves into the new way of working with much more ease. They were more relaxed, reading news stories, documents, listening to interviews and debates scrolling through social media on all kinds of topics, discovering new websites and enjoying the way their souls were increasingly brightly able to give possibilities, ideas and surprising insights in the face of all the misery and lies they were reading, seeing and hearing.

Every day, all the articles they wrote and ideas they got for interviews and the like, they would put them in a collection place in the computer, where their colleagues could read them, post any additions or changes underneath. And by mid-afternoon, they discussed together what they were actually going to put on their website, and about which interviews would be held or small documentaries made as soon as possible.

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For instance, one of them, Patrick, read that there had been unrest on a ward in their own region's hospital. According to the staff, the cause was found in a magical working method of a doctor and a male nurse, who claimed to work from their souls. The head of the department described in a post on Twitter that she experienced it as a kind of sorcery, that she had asked the pair for a talk, but unfortunately had got no further with them. She had struggled with it because both these people were definitely not working according to the methods of Hippocrates, whose oath they did take, and neither according to the rules of the hospital. She had made enquiries about the pair through colleagues, to find out what exactly they were doing, but had been unable to find anything. Even patients who inexplicably spontaneously healed or whose pain disappeared could not tell her what had happened.

The head of the department had started looking for legal avenues to dismiss the pair, because she perceived them as a threat to the health care system. She was glad it had not come to that, as the pair had resigned themselves

Patrick responded in a personal message to the head of department asking if she could tell more, as he was interested in possible threats to healthcare. He asked her if she might give names of that doctor and that nurse. He was well aware, that officially she was not allowed to do that, but she stepped in, and gave the names.

Patrick went looking for more information with the names, and found a fairly new website, on which both caregivers recounted their experiences at the hospital, a very neutral account, without the ugly vibe he had sensed from the head of the department in her personal response. He read that Patricia and Jonathan had experienced that their colleagues did not understand what soul power was, that it had nothing to do with magic, but simply the power that was in every person. They actually explained very simply what emotional injury was, what had caused it and how they themselves had experienced healing from it, and how they had noticed that more and more of their soul power was being released as a result. They referred on this Vision page to both their personal pages on the website, where they shared various testimonies.

So it was that Patrick discovered the difference between medicine and healing art. Medicine worked from systems, scientific discoveries, but at least largely left out the soul. Healing art, however, in the literal sense, meant something else, namely the art of healing. So healing art worked from the soul, from which power radiated and creative ideas emerged.

The website fascinated him immensely, and he actually really wanted to meet these people. He shared it with the group that same afternoon, to which Eric responded: "Just email them and ask when we can come. I think these people have made a huge turnaround and could have a lot of influence on other caregivers, who may now still be walking on the edge of 'how to proceed'."

Patrick immediately sent an interview request to both Patricia and Jonathan. They were, separately, surprised by the request and both looked up the website, which Patrick and his colleagues include by default under their emails, to see what kind of journalists these were.

Patricia called Jonathan: "Did you read that email from some Patrick from a journalist team yet?"

"Yeah sure, I was just wandering around on their site. Great job, those guys! I actually feel like we should grant them an interview. What do you think?"

"I think it's a brilliant opportunity to get through to colleagues who are also starting to experience things. I'm sure there are, not only in the department where we worked, but spread throughout the hospital. And in all other hospitals, I'm sure it won't be much different."

While they were still on the phone to each other, Patricia emailed back, "We are totally up for it! When?"

As they continued talking about what they had discovered on the journalists' site, Patrick consulted with Eric. They could in principle go the same day, they could leave almost immediately.

Patricia and Jonathan reacted with surprise and invited them to Jonathan's house. Patricia grabbed her shoulder bag, wrote a note for Anton so he knew where she was, and left. She arrived almost at the same time as Patrick and Eric, and experienced their open gaze and free manner of speaking as a breath of fresh air. No pushy stuff, as she had so often seen on the internet and television, but simply speaking, asking, listening, asking through. That started right at the door and as they continued inside over a cup of coffee. Somehow she was not even surprised that the interview was no different, that it was really just a conversation, a conversation in the way you wish conversations would always go. How Patrick listened, in that Patricia and Jonathan both experienced a genuine interest, a desire to know how soul power had worked and was still working in their dealings with patients. During the interview, Jonathan felt on his mobile that he was getting a message. Especially for his email messages, he had turned on that buzzer.

"I just got an email from a patient, I have no idea yet who it is, whether it's someone who has emailed before, and I don't know what it's about. I would love it if you film along while I read it and answer it. But of course only on the condition that you delete the patient's name."

"Quite right," Eric said, "I wouldn't want any patient to feel used for our website. Shall I just record you and your mobile?"

"Seems convenient, get started," Jonathan said, and totally focused on that shot he added: "I just got a message from a patient, I'll take a look... ah, here's her email. This lady has sustained a wound on her leg and asks if I can do anything for it before she goes to a doctor. I get the impression that it is a wound on her tibia, and those are not exactly the easiest wounds, because the skin is so close to the bone. Despite that knowledge in the back of my mind, I get the impression that the wound has healed by now. What I do now is just email back: 'I have read your email. How is that wound doing now? Regards, Jonathan.' I wait and see... it could well be that the spot is still sore, but that's also going to disappear now. Here comes her response: 'There is still a bruising sensation and it is still a bit stained, but the pain is gone and the skin is closed. Thank you, I don't need to go to the doctor anymore.' I can so enjoy that hey... oh wait, she writes another note: 'Bruising sensation and discolouration are gone, as if there was never a wound.  Wow, the power of your soul is very strong indeed! I am going to donate immediately, you are more than worth your salary!' Well, I think that is a nice touch, but most of all I am happy and also still surprised, that my impression was thus correct. I email her again: 'Glad it's resolved like this, and thanks in advance for your donation!' And so that's how it goes almost every time."

Eric saw through his camera lens that Jonathan was happily moved and Patrick, who also saw this, asked him if he would ever want to go back to a hospital, to work there.

"Right now I say no to that without a doubt, but of course you never know how things will turn out. My no right now is my truth, the truth my soul is giving me for this moment. But I know that in general our soul has nothing to do with absolute truths. Our soul knows which truth we need at each moment. Maybe one day my soul will urge me to apply for a job in a hospital. No idea, we'll see then!"

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"And now?" asked Patrick to Eric when they were back at their workplace.

Eric grinned. "Actually, the working day is over, but journalists often make the craziest hours. If I have to be honest, I long to eat something, and then get the footage ready for the website. I know I could do that tomorrow too, no one would make a problem of it, but I feel that urge from within, hence... Ellen knows that, so she won't have a problem with it if I start working on it tonight."

"Are you going to do it here or at home?" asked Patrick.

"At home, why do you ask? Feel like being there?"

"Yes, like you, I experience such an urge to finish it. Not to watch you or to correct you, but the feeling that teamwork is still important in this part too."

"Soul power squared?" asked Eric.

"Yes exactly, that's it! I'm going for a quick bite to eat, and then I'll come to your house!"

"Patrick," Eric stopped him. "I know you as a hard worker here, open and sincere, driven, but I don't even know if you have a partner, a family."

Patrick laughed: "Doesn't matter, this way we will find out. I didn't know about Ellen's existence either, now I do. And no, I live alone, haven't found a soulmate yet."

"Then come with me yo, eat with us!"

"Wouldn't Ellen find that annoying?"

"We'll find out," Eric grinned, "but I don't think so. She's open to our work, she's open to soul work, and I suspect that if she has time, she'll want to be there when we get to work after dinner."

They left laughing. Eric introduced his colleague to Ellen, who welcomed him enthusiastically. "I cooked more than I normally do, I didn't know why, but I felt I had to do it that way. And when I get a feeling like that, I think: there must be a reason, and if I'm wrong, we'll eat what's left over tomorrow. But apparently I wasn't wrong, nice timing from my soul, that makes me happy!"

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The next morning at breakfast, Huib looked at the 'Soul-Journalism' site and discovered the brand-new clip. "Margreet, you should see, Patricia and Jonathan have been interviewed by those soul-journalists. This time by Patrick, filmed by Eric."

Together they watched the clip. It made them happy.

"Do you know what just came to my mind?" asked Margreet. "Actually, these people should also get a page on our website. This journalism is also art, an expression of their souls. It does feel very strange, but I still feel they belong. How do you experience that?"

"I have thought the same about the discovery centre's website. They have a page on their website where they share experiences, and these are all experiences that have everything to do with soul work. Shall we suggest those two sites to Ilse?"

Ilse reacted with surprise, emailing back, "You are taking the words right out of my mouth! I was just thinking the same thing about that 'Soul-Journalism' site, and you're right, 'I'm discovering myself!' could also be included, if they want. I'm going to share it with the group, both links, and with the one from the discovery centre specifically the page with their experiences."

A few hours later, after Ilse had received the green light from all the artists as well as a happy response from the journalists and the discovery centre, the digital gallery had been enriched with two new pages. She had asked both of them what she could take from their sites, and had been given a completely free hand in this. It had cost her, especially with the 'Soul-Journalism' website, a lot of work, but she had experienced so much joy with it that she had no problem at all working overtime.

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The fact that 'Soul-Journalism' had now been added to the digital gallery meant that the team started searching that site too for news. The discovery centre page in particular caught Anneloes' interest. She herself had bad memories of her school days, and she got a desire to have a look around that centre. She made it a suggestion to discuss that in the group. Her colleagues recognised her distaste for school. They also all recognised that they had felt it was down to themselves, whereas now they experienced that it was caused by the fact that their souls should not have been trapped in a system.

“All those systems were deeply enemies of our souls.”

“Absolutely, systems trapped us.”

“Systems forced us in directions we didn't want to go at all.”

”Not only that, but they distorted our soul.”

“And so we lost our freedom.”

"Indeed, and ourselves. As a result, we no longer knew who we were..."

"So, in summary, super good idea Anneloes, to go to that discovery centre. If the supervisors approve, make an appointment as soon as possible. I'll follow you with my camera!" laughed Eric.

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Ineke thought it was a wonderful idea and asked her colleagues, the discoverers and their parents if they were also behind it. No one thought it was a problem, indeed, everyone was excited and longing to see the interview later on the site!

So Anneloes got permission for an interview by Ineke, but with the urgent request to take into account that there was just a new discoverer, Sita, who was just that day for the first time and came across as rather shy.

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The next morning, Anneloes and Eric left for 'I Discover Myself !'. The first thing they noticed was that a young girl opened the door and asked them: 'Are you coming to film? I like that! Can I film a bit too in a moment?"

Eric crouched down by her: "Hi, my name is Eric, and I'm fine with you filming a bit. What's your name?"

"Sita Grevink."

"Sita, I like it that you're going to help me film a bit today. I'm going to greet the other people first." Eric stood up and looked into Ineke's puzzled face.

"Could it be that you are Ineke?" he asked, smiling.

"Yes, it is, and I am completely surprised. On the other hand, this does show very well, what it does to a person when he can be busy with that which really has his heart, or her heart in this case. Unbelievable!"

"I think we should do something with that later on," suggested Anneloes. "This captures the essence of what it's all about so well!"

"That seems like a good plan! Tell me, what was your idea for this morning?" asked Ineke.

"Just like always, simply following our souls. We don't even have a questionnaire, we like talking to people, listening to them. We still call it an interview, but with us it usually works more like a conversation. Getting to the heart of things while talking, discovering things, and again that's very much in line with you guys, discovering!"

Ineke laughed: "That's right, we're good at that here!"

While Anneloes was talking to Ineke, Eric helped Sita sit down on the table. He gave her his camera, kept it attached to the strap himself for emergencies and showed her how to turn it on and how she could see on the little monitor what she was recording.

"Don't I have to look through that little window?" she asked in surprise.

"Through the lens? You can, but you don't have to. Just try out what you like."

At first, Sita particularly liked the fact that she did look through the lens, she whispered that it was firmer, but after a while her other eye, which she had been keeping tightly shut, was bothering her. She tried the other way, but noticed that she found it difficult to keep the camera still then. Eric helped her a little by supporting the camera.

"You steer it, I'll hold it at the bottom a bit," he whispered next to her ear.

Annelies and Ineke told each other about their own experiences during their school years. Those experiences were quite similar. Then Annelies asked how they worked here at the discovery centre. Using some examples, Ineke explained that living together was their basis, a basis of equality.

"We as supervisors may know more than the discoverers, but we do not have the right to chew things out for them. We give them the opportunities they deeply ask for themselves. Take Sita now, it's her second day here. She was very shy yesterday, unfamiliar people, unfamiliar building, no idea what was expected of her. She could not know that we did not expect anything specific from her. She really struggled to find her niche yesterday, and this morning was no different, until I mentioned during our meeting this morning that we would be visited by a journalist and a cameraman today. We talked briefly about what your work entails, and without Sita saying anything, I saw her open up, like a flower bud in the sun. It was only when you came on that it became clear to me what that was because of. She has a huge click with cameras." Ineke briefly interrupted herself, waved at the camera smiling, "You're doing great Sita!", turned back to Anneloes and explained that their days never went according to a preconceived plan either. "We have Rosalie here, are you walking with the camera?" She burst out laughing when she saw Eric put an arm around Sita, take her on his hip, and continue to support the camera with his free hand. "Rosalie is very often in the room next door when she feels the urge to work on her book. She has written quite a few books, so far books about animals, or actually from animals. And she now got a story in her mind about a couple of children who go out on their own. I haven't read any of it yet, I'm actually incredibly curious about that story. Rosalie, may we disturb you for a moment?"

Rosalie looked up. "Oh the journalist and the cameraman! Are you the journalist then?"

"Yes, that's right, my name is Anneloes, and for my work I am a journalist. I used to find school very boring, and I was curious if it would be different here at the discovery centre than at a school."

"Oh yes, very different, I was at school for a while, and I hated it! I had to do exactly what the teacher said, but I really didn't like her assignments! I love reading and even more so writing books. In between, I look things up on the internet, I discover a lot that way too."

"And other things, writing with a pen, maths, do you do that too?"

"Yes, I learnt that in between, just like typing, I learnt that at home. Typing is quite easy, as long as your head knows where each letter is, then it comes naturally."

Anneloes smiled: "That's right, I noticed that too. Do you remember how you learnt it?"

Rosalie looked at her with a tilted head: "No, but I don't think that's important anymore either. I can do it now and I like it."

Anneloes thought for a moment: "Do you think all children can learn it the same way?"

"No, I don't think so, all children are different. They have to discover how they find it convenient."

Ineke followed up: "Do you know what strikes me here? That children don't need nearly as much practice as in school. I think that is partly because they start something when they are ready for it, and also because of what Rosalie says, because they have to discover what is the easiest way for them to learn it. At school, methods are often pushed through, children all have to learn something the same way. Without wanting to be ugly about that, I can say that you then go against a child's natural way of discovery. Every child is different, we are convinced, and therefore we should help each child discover differently. In any case, we always help only when there is a request for help. Sometimes we do ask if we should help with something, but it is actually rarely necessary. The discoverers know they can knock on our door and do so. Let's pay a visit to Jan, shall we? Although I don't know where he is at the moment..."

Bea, hearing her remark, pointed to a room opposite. "There, he has discovered something new. You were just talking about learning to type, well, he's doing that now!"

Anneloes followed Ineke into the other room and was surprised to see a boy who by the looks of it, according to school terms, had to be a youngest pre-schooler.

"Jan, may we disturb you for a moment?" asked Ineke.

Jan shook his head: "No, don't, I'm typing a story."

Sita continued to film him for a while, while everyone watched in silence. Then Ineke took them back to the corridor, where Anneloes asked, "Your colleague just said Jan is busy learning to type, but it doesn't look like he's learning the ten-finger system. Ow, wait... the word says it all, that's a system!"

Bea, who had stayed with them, burst out laughing: "Exactly! And a useful system in itself, once you learn it. Rosalie saw me typing with all fingers and wanted it that way, because she noticed it wasn't really smooth with two fingers. I then showed her how I spread my fingers across the keyboard, gave her a typing course from the internet, and she worked with that for a very short time, basically just to discover how the fingers were placed according to that system. She found that useful, memorised it and went with it. Whether she does it exactly as it was taught in that course, I don't know, but I do know that she can type at lightning speed and that she has fun and ease with it. So what more could you want?"

"I wouldn't know!" laughed Anneloes.

Eric pointed out to Sita how to turn off the camera and asked her if he could film her for a very short time and ask her some questions. She nodded enthusiastically. Eric put her back on a table and started filming her, asking her, "Hey Sita, how did you like filming everything?"

"So much fun, I didn't think I would really get to film everything, but I did. I'm so happy! When will the movie be on television?"

"Well, it won't be on television, but it will be on our website, so you can watch it on the computer. I'll give you a card in a minute that has the name of our website on it."

He talked to her some more, about what she liked to do at home, yes photography of course, and how she liked it at the discovery centre.

"I like it here now! And later I want to do the same job as you! Can I work with you then?"

"When you're ready, you should come over!" said Eric, who of course couldn't promise anything.

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Back at the workplace, they went straight to work editing. The recording was not that bad, Eric and Sita together managed to keep the camera reasonably still. They started with a short piece about Sita, in which Anneloes briefly introduced her, saying that she had filmed everything together with Eric. They noticed that there was actually very little they wanted to cut out. The contacts had been so pure, the children's reaction so natural, that it would be a shame to take anything away from it. Just before lunch, they managed to post their video on the site, and, without mentioning anything, showed it to their colleagues at lunch.

Jeroen summed up the colleagues' reactions: "You can see that you didn't film yourself, the image is not completely stable, but actually, in this setting, I find that incredibly nice. It's just real, it's the way it is. Top work, youngsters!"

"Thank you, thank you," Eric laughed, "I'll send a message to the centre right away, so they can have a look with the kids to see how it turned out."

"If the children feel like it..." said Anneloes with a grin on her face. "I find that so strong there, those children really have the choice of what to do, how to do it. The only restriction they have is that they have to follow some basic rules. Clean up your own stuff, don't hurt another person. It's not much more than that, really great! And if things need to be discussed, the adults don't do it over the children's heads, they explain to the children what is going on, and together they come to a decision or an action or a plan."

"We are used to calling those little ones children," Eric responded, "so I don't blame you for still doing that, but over there they call them discoverers. And I think that's so great, that already makes it clear that there is no distinction, that age doesn't matter. The supervisors too are more or less discoverers. As is indirectly evident from what that woman says about learning to type, that each child learns in their own way, figures out for themselves what is useful. I think that's quite a discovery for an adult!"

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A couple of colleagues had stumbled across reports from the police, reports telling how officers had grabbed a bunch of aggressive young people. From recordings circulated on social media, it was clear how the officers, as had been done for years, did not consider for a second whether they could do it any other way, but immediately lashed out to get the youths on the ground, so they could easily handcuff them.

"Here in the region, this doesn't seem to be done that way anymore," Christian knew. "There would be quite a bit of change within the corps. I'd like to get into that. Eric, do you fancy an interview with the police too?"

"Well, just call Martin Verkamman. We interviewed him at the beginning of the year too. Just ask when we can get there, and I'll go with you."

Christian called the regional police and through the operator got Martin on the phone. He explained the group he worked for and that he would like to have a conversation with Martin about their way of working. "And the trigger is a series of reports of police brutality. We wonder how you deal with similar situations."

Martin responded enthusiastically: "Aha, you are a colleague of Eric and Jeroen. They interviewed me earlier and I've been following your site ever since. I came across your name there too. When would you like to do that interview?" he asked.

"As soon as you can," Christian responded. "Our cameraman is ready, so if it's no problem for you, we can come right away."

Martin shot into laughter: "That's quite a catch. Just a moment, just checking with my regular colleague. George, can we do an interview with a journalist in a moment?"

"In a moment? As far as I'm concerned, we have no field service, just sitting here picking our noses anyway," George said with a big grin on his face.

"Well, go ahead," Martin said chuckling. On the other side, he heard Christiaan laughing too. " You heard what my colleague said, I guess?"

"Yes, that was clear enough hahaha, at least you have a clean nose, that's a good start! But did I also understand correctly that we can come?"

"As far as we're concerned, yes. Just keep in mind that at a police station you can never foresee what unexpected things might come up. But other than that, you are welcome!"

While Christian and Eric went on their way, Martin briefly finished the report he was working on. He was just saving it, when both men came in. He walked up to them, greeted them cheerfully and invited them to sit at his desk. He offered them coffee, told them that, unlike many police stations, the coffee here was delicious, to which they agreed to have a cup of coffee with him.

"My colleague George just informed me that he had been picking his nose for too long and really needed to get on with his desk work. He had quite a pile... So you guys will have to do it alone with me anyway," Martin said. "Just tell me what you want to know, and whether you want to film here on the spot or rather somewhere else."

"We can just do it here. Can I also let the camera wander towards your colleagues further down the road?" asked Eric.

"In itself that's possible, but can you make them look a little blurry so they're unrecognisable?"

"No problem, I'll place a blur over them when editing. Shall I do the same with you?"

"No, not necessary, I just know that not all my colleagues like publicity because of bad experiences and so on. That' s why I asked. I have no problem with it myself, especially with you. I feel I know you well enough, through your website..." smiled Martin. "Good work, you guys live up to the name, real soul work!"

"Nice to hear," Eric responded smiling, "Are you ready to start yet, Christian?"

Christian just put down his empty coffee cup and nodded. He waited a moment until Eric actually ran the camera and began by introducing Martin at the police station and saying that he had questions following the police brutality that was in the news today.

"What I wondered when I read it and watched the videos of bystanders was how you would react to such situations. We know you live and work from the inside out, but does that make a difference in such a case, do you think?"

"I'm sure it does make a difference, but I can't say what I would have done in that particular situation. The moment my colleague and I are called somewhere, we immediately try to check if we get impressions, if we sense what is needed. What we ourselves have noticed a lot lately is that a lot of people's violence stems from their woundedness, from frustrations, from fears. That's an open door kicking of course, because somewhere, deep down, we've always known that. The problem is just that we had become quite used to relying only on what we saw and heard. And if you only rely on that, you end up treating symptoms, and that rarely solves anything in the end. As we within our team listen more and more to our inner self, to impressions and intuition, we get to deeper issues and can often help more practically. This is not always easy, especially when people have fallen into an aggressive mode. This is why I think our general outdoor work, surveying, is so important. We regularly stop somewhere, at shopping streets especially, have a chat here and there. It's important to get to know people a bit, to understand what's going on. And sometimes we come up with an idea, a practical idea, with which we can help someone further. That in itself is great, but a nice side effect is that people start to trust us again a bit. For a long time, the police have been more the public's enemy than their friend. And yes, that is still the case in many places, and I really hope that will change. This is not only better for the citizens, but for the officers themselves as well. The atmosphere here has improved, really, we trust each other more, not yet optimally, but much more than before. We are much more keen on our work than a while ago. And we also radiate that kind of thing to the people we want to serve, don't we?"

Christian nodded: "Yes, that sounds like an understandable consequence. And can you also mention some practical examples of situations where you noticed that you reacted differently than before, differently than before you started working from your inner self?"

"Yes, I have been at the beginning of this process together with my friend and colleague from a region away, and we agreed that we would both keep a summary, a kind of logbook, in which we note down our 'golden moments'. These are those moments where you think: we would have done that differently in the past, but this solution is much nicer!"

"Do you have that on a website?"

"No, I honestly never thought of that. I wouldn't know how to do that either, set up a website, but that could maybe still be done by someone else, it's just a practical thing. No, so far I've just put everything in Word, one Word file per month. That's how I agreed it with my colleague. Then you keep it a bit orderly. I'll have a look for you, I have it here on the PC..."

Martin looked up the latest file and read out a few examples. "Seemingly trivial examples, but people have been helped, touched, and can move on. And that's what it's all about, isn't it?"

Christian and Martin talked about it for a while longer, while Eric continued to record. Finally, Christian offered to help Martin, if he wanted, with a website. "We created our own website with a customer-friendly programme. For posting texts and possibly videos from YouTube or Twitter, you can use the simple, free version. Think about it. Making a website sounds very complicated, but I assure you that within an hour you will be thinking, "is that all? Call me, if you want to start doing it! Just consult with your colleague from that other region."

"I'm going to do that right away, because somewhere it beckons me! It could be a nice way to bring out soul work, and that could be supportive again towards other people, including colleagues from elsewhere."

"At least you would radiate something with it!"

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Christian and Eric had almost finished making the recording website-ready, when Martin called Christian.

"I consulted with my colleague Marcel, Christian, and we would love it if you help us set up that site. When would you be able to?"

"Tonight? Can you tonight?"

"I can, but my colleague can't."

"That doesn't matter, we can get the website up and running and post your texts. We don't have to throw it online yet, that can be done later, but when the set-up is ready, and you get the hang of posting texts, making layouts, then you can tell Marcel in no time how to put the texts on it or make a website for his own region. And if that should fail, I'll just jump back in, all right?"

"Best, really nice that you want to do that. Can you come to our house tonight? That's cozier than at the office. Then I'll make sure I have my files there."

"Absolutely fine, you'll see me between six-thirty and seven o'clock."

Martin quickly gave him his address and closed the call. Then he called Marcel: "Tonight Christian is coming to help me set up the website. Do you want your files on it too? Or would you prefer your own website for your region?"

"As far as I'm concerned, it can be on the same site. I don't suppose any names of colleagues or civilians will be listed with it, will they?"

"No, I don't think that's necessary either. Will you send me your files? Then we'll put those up right away too, and then I'll tell you later how to put in new text. According to Christian, it's super simple."

Marcel promised to immediately forward it to Martin's private e-mail so he could work on it at home.

Christian enjoyed the contact with Martin, the stories he had written and his light-hearted approach to creating the website. He steered him a bit, making sure he created a Vision page, a page for his own region, and a page for Marcel's region. They copied the texts from the files into the website, checked that no names were mentioned in it, and made it a simple but beautiful whole. And Martin was all set to give Marcel instructions on how to add to his own page.

"Then I have something else, something that sounds very strange, but I'm going to ask you anyway: If art is an expression of your soul, could you call your work as you do it now, art too?"

"Expression of your soul, there is a website of a gallery, it has that in the name too... At first I would say: art and police work have nothing to do with each other, but if you add that art is an expression of your soul, then basically everything you do from your soul is art, right?"

"Exactly, that's what I wanted to hear," Christian laughed. "I'd like to recommend your site to that gallery site. Just both have your own page, sharing your experience. The webmaster does all the work for you, you just have to pass on your site, and later your additions."

"I know about the site through Elly, my wife. Her painting works are on it. I know she was already talking about having more on the site, basically a collection of soul work. Ah well, the word 'art' is only a word... I will discuss it with Marcel, I actually feel for it myself..."

"And would you also mind if I put a reference to your site on our site, from Soul-Journalism?"

"Boy," Martin responded emotionally. "Do you know how this feels Christian..."

"To me it feels like bundling of soul power!"

"Exactly, just what you say! Just do it! And there are more 'projects' like that, the discovery centre, where your colleagues have been, and the Soul Print Shop, The Shelter."

"Joh, Martin, will you put everything you know in the mail for me? I wouldn't be surprised if there's more in there for interviews."

Martin grinned: "Great man, this collaboration is super powerful!"

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Christian got his list from Martin. Together with his colleagues, he went around the different groups to conduct interviews. It turned out that not every group already had a website, but they all agreed that it would be super cool to create one. Christian got some kind of exemption from work for this, to help the various people get started.

This is how new websites were born:

Soul Print Shop Bakker

The Shelter

Soul-Justice

All existing and new sites got listed on 'Soul-Journalism', with a link to the interview they had conducted with them.

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Christian also suggested introducing their sites to the gallery people. Bert from the print shop liked the idea, but indicated that the authors whose books they printed already had a page there themselves and that customers automatically ended up at the print shop via Ilse. Annelies did decide, however, that it would be useful to put links from the websites of the other soul groups on their own site.

The website of The Shelter, on which resident stories were shared, and the website of Soul Justice did show up on the gallery website.

Many experienced how powerful it was to share each other's sites. Visitors to the sites surfed from one site to another. At the gallery, it was even noticeable in the increase in purchases. At other sites mainly in comments. In each case, a force field had been created that was bigger and more powerful than they could have imagined!

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And the work of Soul Journalism went on as usual. They wrote and interviewed about benefits, benefit agencies, poverty reduction, lying problems in the media, in journalism itself, the tax system, legislation at all sorts of levels, right down to the government system.

They put their fingers on sore spots in many ways, listened to their inner voice and felt what was needed to rebuild the country.

A lot, a lot was needed, but what they experienced together with the other groups they had visited recently and with whom they maintained contact was that together they were like a power source that lifted others to a level of thinking for themselves, of listening to yourself, of feeling what you really want or what is needed and discovering who you are in the depths of your soul.

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And together they wondered: how long will it take, before we really start to see an upward spiral in our country?

Deep down, they felt, it wouldn't take long anymore!

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