In his heart, René van Gorkum was still a police officer, even though a few months ago he had resigned from the police in the western part, a rural region, of Drenthe, because he, like several colleagues, had become increasingly troubled by the vision and working methods that had changed so much over the years, with the way they had to control and oppress citizens.

Together with a few colleagues, he had started helping people on their own. Together, they had gone back to the desire of their childhood and were doing on the streets what they thought they should do. Of course now they had no uniform, no weapons, no bulletproof vest, no way to identify themselves as cops, but they had noticed through time, that people took them seriously.

They did not miss their uniforms. They had struggled with the lack of a weapon in the beginning. They had felt less safe, but they had noticed that they had an inner power that was at least as important.

Several people had advised them to form an organisation, an official organisation, but they had not gone along with that. They had told those people that precisely all that officialism could get them stuck, that they preferred to act from within.

They had, however, come together to discuss whether they could arrange something less official. They had named their group 'Heart for West Drenthe', and had started setting up a website. On that, they not only wrote their vision, but each colleague was also given his or her own page on the site to share with visitors to their site the beautiful things they had experienced.

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At the moment, René was free, sitting in his garden with a thick cardigan on, scrolling a bit on his mobile. How he had ended up there, he could not say afterwards: a site called 'Art, the expression of our soul'. As such, he was not particularly into art, but started scrolling around that website anyway. He had a click with their vision, about working from your inner self. Exactly the desire of himself and his current colleagues. And because he was curious about how such a thing was expressed by artists, he kept poking around the site for a while.

On the 'Our artists' page, he expected paintings and sculptures, but discovered there was much more to look at. Clothes for dolls? Amazed, he looked at the various models. He had no affinity with dolls, but he found these doll clothes very special. In some inexplicable way, they touched him. They turned a simple doll into something special. And besides that, he experienced, on the whole site anyway, a power he recognised and longed for more of.

He looked further at all the different artists, was drawn by the diversity. 'Medicine ART', what is that doing at a gallery, he wondered. He clicked on Patricia's page, read about her working method and read some of her experiences, testimonials. That working method was totally new to him, but if it was done from the soul like that, yes, he could imagine that it worked, and that it had ended up on this site. After all, it was an expression of her soul, right?

He searched further, found two pages that absolutely had his attention: soul work at the police. They were two pages by colleagues from different regions. Both men told in a kind of intro how their lives had changed from working entirely within the system and foolishly following orders, back to following their hearts, their inner voices, their intuition. Both colleagues had acquired a desire to start serving the citizens of their region again instead of controlling them and all that had come out of that....

Those intros alone... they touched him. Wasn't this exactly what he had been at odds with himself about the last time? His job with the police no longer had much to do with what he had imagined of it as a child. In fact, he had noticed this during his training, but at that time he had still had this idea that he would be able to make it his own once he had a job at the police. In hindsight, that had backfired hard and he was surprised that he had been so quickly taken in by the system.

Somehow this Martin and Marcel had managed to start a different way of working within the corps. He decided to send an e-mail, sharing his dreams and experiences, and asked Martin to contact him.

Not much later, he received a call from Martin.

"Hey, it's Martin. I just read your story and first of all I wanted to say that it touched me. It's so relatable, in every way, in the method you were up against, in your longing and now... you've broken with it and found your way back to what you had always wanted to do. I admire it and welcome it! Tell me, what else did you want to talk about?"

"Well, to be honest, I think it would be super if the police force here changed like yours and that of your colleague Marcel. Not only that, reading your stories on the website of that kind of gallery, I notice that there is not yet as much soul power in our team as there is in yours. Can you help me with that? Do you have any advice?"

"Boy, René, let me tell you something. I have been walking for at least a year with a desire for people to heal internally and live from their souls, with a desire to help people do that. And now I see it happening here in our own corps, and all of a sudden you come across my path. That moves me for a moment!  Anyway, so you have a group that does police work from inner impressions, as far as you can do it without still being an official police officer. No matter, you are there for the citizen, but I can imagine that you want more. That's the joke of living from your soul, then you always want more! Then you want to become more powerful from within, get stronger impressions in your mind and stronger intuitive impressions so that you can work even better. Have you already experienced that the power from your soul also directly affects your colleagues and the public?"

"No, not yet, and that was exactly my point. I have the feeling that we are on the right track, but that what you mention now, I see that in your reports, but I don't yet recognise in our group. It feels a bit like we are being held back by something. Do you think that's possible?"

"Definitely, the system you were trained in and worked in feels like an iron grip in who you are. That iron grip has to let go, not someday, but now."

"Au man, what's going on?!" exclaimed René pained.

"Sorry colleague, I'd rather not hurt you, but this has to come out to be completely free."

"Doesn't matter, it was only there for a moment. It just shocked me. Would my colleagues need this too?"

"Yes, can hardly miss it... You know what you do, what just happened still has to become practice. I mean, you're used to that old thing, inside that iron grip, and if it's all right you're going to live in the new now. Don't tell your colleagues about it yet, just do your work and try to feel what the difference is for yourself. Only when the others realise that something has changed with you, start telling them what has just happened to you. Then they will be all the more motivated to undergo it too. Then we could do a phone call on speaker, or something via Zoom, although I have no experience with that yet. Well, a conversation alone can also be fine, it helped you too."

"Martin, I am already happy, because I feel that something has changed in me, and I even experience with certainty that my colleagues are going to notice it within a week and start desiring the same thing!"

"René, I am very curious about how this is going to turn out! Keep me posted!"

"Will do! And besides, I'll keep writing reports on our website, I'll give you that link."

"Fine, you know what's fun? If I start reading on your site, my soul will imperceptibly radiate power to you. Nice preparation! So send it on, I'll probably will enjoy your stories tonight!"

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"Elly, I experienced something special today yo! Remember last year or so, when we started our process consciously? I longed to help more people with such a process, I wanted so badly for others to heal too. And that desire grew out, worked out in our police force and today..."

He reported on what René from Drenthe had been doing, previously and lately in 'Heart for West Drenthe', how he had come to him through the gallery and how the iron grip of the police system had had to let go of him.

"Tonight I'm going to have a look at their site. Do you know what I think? I think eventually either all police forces in the country are going to change, or disappear and become like 'Heart for West Drenthe'."

Elly had been listening to him intently. "That sounds great, and it feels like the start of a total disappearance of the phenomenon of police. Sorry for your corps, but that's how it really feels to me. Deep down, of course, a working group like René's is partly the same as police, but they are no longer under the grip of the system. They are therefore much freer to do what is right. And when people, who used to work in the police, now start working from their souls, they also support their citizens in their process of inner healing at the same time. Think along those lines for a moment... that means crime will decrease. That's already a wonderful point! And what also springs to my mind: could it be that in traffic, we will also start moving around each other more and more smoothly, resulting in fewer accidents?"

"Elly, you are amazing! I've never thought that far before. And I think you're right, it should go that way if we all heal from within. Right? Do you fancy poking around their site together later?"

"Sure, strong together," grinned Elly, "that will help them in turn too! And maybe you should also forward that link to Marcel, so he can have a look at it together with Janny too."

"Good idea, I'll email him in a moment to tell him what happened, and then I'll add that link, and I'll ask him to indeed look around on there together. Two power teams, that should do the trick!" laughed Martin.

And that is exactly how they experienced it when they sat together reading the reports on 'Heart for West Drenthe'. They felt how the pressure was growing from within, and they enjoyed their inner power with which they could strengthen that group so far down there.

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René went to work the next day with a childlike desire. He really expected some of it, and also expected his colleagues to notice.

Walking around a village centre with his colleague Peter, he looked around quietly. That's what he loved about it, that this pressure to track, to search was off. They walked, cycled, looked around, and everything happened from the calm and certainty that their souls would guide them.

Around a corner, they saw two young men harassing a slightly older girl. They picked up some speed, heading straight for it, and both grabbed a young man by their arms. They asked the girl to stay a while longer.

René looked at the man he was holding, looked straight into his eyes.

"Do you have any idea what it does to a person to be approached that way?"

The man looked at him startled, began to sputter that he shouldn't interfere.

"We should, we are from the organisation 'Heart for West Drenthe' and one of the things we are very keen to do is protect our citizens from people who behave like you and your friend, from people who threaten others, who corner others, who want to harm others. And now I ask you again: do you have any idea what it does to this young lady when you approach her like this?"

He shrugged, "Well, I did see that she was scared, that she wanted to flee but she froze. Well man, we just wanted to have a bit of fun with her, male-female, you know. I mean, she's a beautiful female, she should know that right?"

"So you think if you raped her, she would still feel like a beautiful little woman?"

The conversation went on like this for a while, as the girl stared at them with wide eyes and followed the conversation with amazement. Suddenly she jumped in, "If you don't actually know at all then, I'll tell you! If you or your crony were to rape me, I wouldn't feel like that beautiful little woman, I'd feel like a slut, a disposable utensil. But that's not what I fucking am! I am a woman, and not a sex object for men who can't keep their dicks in their trousers! Leave women alone, get a life! Because what you are doing now has nothing to do with living. Bah, I spit on it!"

And to the surprise of the four men, she spit on both guys.

"Sorry," she said to René and Peter, "but such anger suddenly surfaced in me..."

"Absolutely right, that anger was quite justified and that you literally spit on them, I can totally imagine. Wait for us a bit more, I want to explain something to you in a moment," René said, then turned back to the men, "And now I want to see your ID."

The men refused, feeling they could not do so.

"Let me put it another way then... do you want me to get the police involved? Or do you want me to pass on your names only to them so they can keep an extra eye on you? In the latter case, I'll need your ID for a while, and you won't have to deal with the police on the spot yet. The choice is yours!"

"OK, I have my wallet in my right butt pocket."

René brought the man's hand to his pocket so he could grab his wallet. He took the wallet from him and released the man. Internally, he took pleasure in that. With the police, they really wouldn't do it like that, there they would hold the culprit out of distrust. However, he sensed that the girl's strength had hit him hard. With his mobile he took a picture of the identity card, while Peter did the same to the man he had held.

Then they faced each other, René and Peter both holding the perpetrators' wallets.

"And how to proceed now? What are your plans?" asked René.

"I think I want to go home, I feel like I've been hit by the windmill."

"And what will you do at home then?"

"Recuperate, and um... think it over. Boy, young lady, you really are a beautiful woman, but I shouldn't have done this. That was really stupid of me." And to his friend: "And you?"

His friend nodded, shyly: "I'm sorry too, seriously... I stupidly never thought about what it would do to a woman. I guess I assumed they would like it too. But now I think I actually didn't even think that. We only thought about ourselves. How can I make up for it?"

The girl looked at him with her head tilted and a cocky twitch around her mouth as if she was seriously considering it. Then she extended her hand to him, "By showing me that you can approach a woman in a different way too."

He looked doubtfully from her to her hand. A smile appeared on his face and he did something completely new to him. He gently grasped the fingers of her outstretched hand, got down on one knee and gave her a kiss on the back of her hand. His friend followed his example, already got down on one knee and did the same when she extended her hand to him.

As they stood up, René extended his hand to them, "Congratulations guys, you have taken a step in the right direction. What do you think, Peter, would it still be necessary for us to pass on their details to the police?"

The girl was ahead of Peter: "I don't think so, I feel things have really changed in them."

"So you don't think you have to be afraid of them anymore?"

She shook her head: "No, I see no reason for it. I don't feel like becoming friends with them either, at least not yet, but I'm not afraid anymore."

"Wonderful," Peter said, handing back the wallet. René did the same and wished the men a nice day ahead. With a shy nod and a wave of their hand, they left.

René addressed the girl: "So, and you young lady! I can imagine that the moment they approached you, you sort of froze, but girl, what a powerhouse you are! You have tremendous power inside you. Do you ever express yourself like this more often? So powerful?"

The girl laughed. "To be honest, my mother sometimes thinks I'm a cheeky girl, but my father always says 'Go for it, girl!' My dad does see that I'm just powerful. But so are you. I was really surprised at what you did, the way you questioned that man. You have that same power, I felt it immediately!"

"Good to hear! And I'm glad we stopped those men together for a moment. They do have something to think about. By the way, I found it incredibly funny that they got down on one knee to give you a hand kiss. I thought that was indicative of how they were touched. Do you know that that power in you really touched them and that that helps them heal a lot further emotionally? That's what our soul power does, your soul power too. You just keep following your insides, pop out what needs to pop out, there is nothing cheeky about that! Have a nice day!"

"You too, and thanks for your help!"

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Peter and René walked on quietly, each with his own thoughts. After a while, Peter addressed his colleague: "Say René, I don't know what it was, but when you started asking that man questions, I felt the same as what we felt with that girl. It was powerful, man! Where did that come from so suddenly?"

René grinned at him, "From my soul, don't you think?"

"Yes, I agree, but how come it was suddenly so much more powerful? Was that a coincidence?"

"No, I don't believe in that, and I don't think you yourself do either." René explained what had happened the day before.

"That almost sounds like magic, sorcery... but I saw what happened, and I also experience that our souls actually have something really magical in them. That was palpable with you and with that girl today! What do you think, would that Martin want to do the same with me?"

"Definitely, if you want you can call him yourself, I have his number, but I made an appointment with him on the other side to wait for a while for everyone to realise that something had changed in me. Then once he would want to call all of us at once, we would just put my mobile on speakerphone. But you know what I'm thinking on the spot now? You said I had become much more powerful huh, and I actually feel that myself. Do you really want to get rid of that iron grip of the police system?"

"Yes of course, what were you thinking?" laughed Peter, "The freer the better!"

René, from his intuition, put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Then it just has to go, let go!"

"Damn, that hurt for a moment! Right there under your hand! But the pain was gone immediately too. Are you also a healer of pain or something?"

René laughed. "Probably if our soul can work at full capacity, it can do a lot more than we can imagine! How do you feel now?"

Peter looked at him. A broad smile appeared on his face as he said, "Like I can handle the whole world!"

"Wow, that's what we're going for!"

Smiling, they walked on, and with intense joy, at the end of the day they described on the website what they had experienced that day. They had agreed that they would still keep quiet about their liberation from the 'iron grip'. They were curious to see if their colleagues would also start noticing a difference!

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René then planned to send a message to Martin with their report, and in between what had happened to Peter. But before he could do so, Martin called him: "Hey René, I got the feeling I had to go to your site, and there I saw that you had just reported. That with that girl, what a great experience that must have been for you!"

"Oh yes, it certainly was," René responded, recounting how Peter had reacted and how he had been freed from the 'iron grip'. "We could feel very well during the rest of our walk around that he had already become a lot stronger. He even walked differently, greeted people differently, and I could also see it in the people he greeted. Unbelievable how that system got affected us... I am super happy that we are now free of it. With Peter, I just followed my heart, basically it just happened. And I have this idea, that with the other colleagues, I will find out automatically how it will go, whether I still need to send them to you or whether I can do it myself."

"If you had the power to do it with Peter, you also have the power to do it with the others. Apparently, you are no longer seriously injured emotionally either, which allows your power to flow quite freely. I would say, enjoy it! And if you have any questions, you know where to find me. Oh yes, one more thing, there is a group of journalists here who have a website that I would like to send you. I would think it would be cool, if you as a group, if you are all as free as Peter and you, if you would contact them. Those guys prey on soul work, feel that it is no longer necessary to describe the shit of the world, but that it is much more powerful if they can share soul work with the world. I'm pretty sure they will be happy to send some people to interview you."

"Sharing with the world, you said. Does such an interview go in English then?"

"No way, just in Dutch, but they do put English subtitles underneath. Their site is already crowded with people from all over the world. They really are a powerhouse within journalism!"

"Just send me that link, I do feel like talking to them. And if they want, they can walk with us through one of the villages to film what we do."

"Hahaha, you are bold! Do you think you can remain yourself then? That you can then act like there's no camera around?" asked Martin.

"I think so, at most it might be less pleasant for the troublesome citizens we find, but I suppose that cameraman will be able to blur their faces or something."

"Oh yes, they certainly do, I've seen that on more videos. I'll send you that link and I'd say go ahead and enjoy it tonight!"

"Will do, thanks!"

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And enjoying it René did! After watching two recordings, he emailed Peter, told him about his conversation with Martin and gave him the site of Soul-Journalism.

The next day, during their walk around, they had a lot to discuss...

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It came to pass within a week, when all the colleagues were freed from the 'iron grip'. They had immediately noticed that René and Peter's stories had changed, that they radiated so much power, that it touched them personally. They changed the name of their joint pages on the website, following the example of the gallery's website. Where the gallery had a page 'Our artists', they called their joint page 'Our powerful stories'. That page was then, like 'Our artists', divided into sub-pages with the names of the colleagues. Thus, everyone had their own sub-page where they could put their powerful stories, soul power stories.

Those sub-pages were filled with increasingly powerful stories, which made the site itself more and more soulful. The site was already well known among citizens and former colleagues of their region, was regularly viewed, and was now being looked up more and more often.

On his own page, René made an opportunity to comment after each post, and this was eagerly used. His colleagues noticed and followed his lead.

"Do you know how I am starting to experience that website?" asked René to Peter.

"Well?"

"No longer as a site of ourselves, but as a site of the region, so also of the citizens. It feels like something from us, from us together."

"Yes, now that you mention it... because of all these reactions, there is a great involvement. Also from former colleagues, it touches them. And I must honestly say, I long for this to spread like an oil slick across our country!"

"Only over our country? Think big, Peter, all over the world!"

Roaring with laughter, they walked on, enjoying what even their bursts of laughter did to the citizens around them!

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What Peter said was true. Former colleagues were affected, and began to dislike the way they themselves worked. One after another, they sought contact with the 'Heart for West Drenthe' group, were freed from the 'iron grip', resigned and switched.

Martin noticed that the group was growing. He phoned René about it, who enthusiastically told him that more former colleagues were being freed, resigned from the police and joined their group.

"But how do you guys do it financially? Do you all get by on benefits?"

"Yes, as a base we all live on social benefits, but on the site we added a donation option, and citizens soon started using it. We use the money that comes in as an extra for the staff. In the beginning, we considered calculating each month how much everyone had worked and thus earned. But we decided to follow our hearts in this too, just see who needs something extra. So it just became a pot for emergencies, sort of. But despite that, it is not easy for everyone to make ends meet, especially colleagues who have children.  That is why we are happy to have a few wealthier people in the village who got it on their hearts to help us practically as well. Do you remember that a few years ago that was forbidden? You'd get a gigantic fine if someone delivered your groceries. I'm glad those days are over! Just as well, it's still not easy, but we manage and keep a close eye on each other and each other's families. We know we can turn to that group of richer people when the need gets too high. So far, this has not been necessary because some of them followed their intuition and therefore knew what was extra needed. Very special! This is what the world should eventually look like, no benefits, just sharing with each other, following your heart. Well, it seemed like a dream in the past, but it's coming closer and closer!"

"Great, man how happy I am for you guys! I will keep following you guys and I would love it if we can keep some contact as well," Martin concluded.

"I would love that too! Peter already expressed his desire today that things would change like this all over the country, and I added to his fire by saying that I long for things to change all over the world!"

"Dream big, keep doing it, René, I dream with you!"

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The moment the entire police force in West Drenthe was disbanded and merged into 'Heart for West Drenthe', René contacted 'Soul-Journalism'. In an email message, he shared about the past months, from the moment he resigned from the police until now, now that the entire corps had been disbanded and merged into 'Heart for West Drenthe'. He included the link of their site.

He received an enthusiastic phone call after only an hour, which resulted in a visit from Eric and Jeroen. After an interview with René and Peter, they walked with them through one of their villages. Eric had brought a slightly smaller camera for the occasion, so people didn't immediately realise he was coming to film. As soon as something occurred, he stayed at a little distance behind René and Peter, while Jeroen stayed closer. As soon as Jeroen saw a chance to jump in, he beckoned Eric, and they started filming and asking questions together. They experienced a moment where arguing people finally shook hands and agreed that it was not worth arguing about. But most of all, they experienced nice contacts, with citizens expressing their joy in a simple way on camera about the transition from police to 'Heart for West Drenthe'.

One citizen summed it up simply: "These people really have 'Heart for West Drenthe', really heart for us. They are there for us. That makes us feel strong, and safe. Nice, isn't it? It should be like that everywhere, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

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Eric and Jeroen experienced the power and joy in the village where they walked around with René and Peter. No, not everyone was happy with themselves or their own situation, but with the people of 'Heart for West Drenthe' they were. It gave both men courage and hope for the future of the Netherlands and, as René said, for the whole world. They thanked both men and headed home.

"Do you remember," Jeroen said to Eric on the way, "a few years ago, we used to regularly get stuck in traffic jams whenever we had to drive this far, especially at this time of day. How quiet it is now, huh?"

"Yes, it really is. The driving is pleasant, but I find the cause annoying. There is still far too much poverty, too many people have nowhere to go. But then when I look back on today, it gives me such a feeling that things will eventually work out. We are not at that point yet, but we will come there!"

"As usual... I totally agree with you again!" laughed Jeroen.

Together they went through the recordings, put together the final version, put the English subtitles underneath, and posted it on their site. Another great work finished!

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The next morning they received the first reactions, all praising, from people getting hope, reactions from other agents, questions, doubts. Tineke, an employee who had recently been hired to work through all those responses and was allowed to answer where necessary, had her hands full that morning. People with questions and doubts she referred to the website of 'Heart for West Drenthe', from where they could contact the staff there if necessary.

This created contacts between police forces elsewhere in the country and 'Heart for West Drenthe', which resulted in a lot being loosened up, and people elsewhere also stepped out of the system and started new 'Heart for...' organisations. In consultation with those various organisations, René created a new website, 'Hart voor Nederland’ (‘Heart for the Netherlands’), in which he not only described the vision for the Netherlands, but also gave each local or regional ´Heart for...´ group its own page to post experiences on.

René was glad he liked working at the computer. Indeed, the national group was growing rapidly. Similar groups sprang up all over the country, which without a doubt came under the banner of 'Heart for Holland'. In the beginning, they were mainly groups in villages, later he noticed that some larger towns joined in, until eventually even the big cities joined in. René loved following them around a bit and seeing how the soul work was successful everywhere, how the atmosphere on the streets, in the shops, in the houses, yes really everywhere changed. No, it did not happen overnight, it took months, and René was convinced that many months had preceded it, months when he was still working for the police. How happy he was that so much had changed!

Because the interview was subtitled with English, and the site of 'Soul-Journalism' had already become known in many countries, reactions came from all over the world. Tineke, who had understood from the interview which path the staff of 'Heart for West Drenthe' had taken, the path of inner healing, taking the impressions from within seriously and getting free from the so-called 'iron grip', prepared a standard answer about this, for all those people who asked. She realised that she could prepare this kind of answer more often by default, and decided to keep that in mind. After all, everything and everyone was about that process and those impressions from the soul. And if her own soul got an impression to add something personal, she could always do that!

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Similar organisations sprang up in several countries, 'Heart for United Kingdom', 'Herz für Deutschland', 'Coeur pour la France' and many more. Tineke received short messages from many organisations, usually with an English translation attached. She forwarded them to 'Hart voor Nederland’ and to René. René responded to them in his spare time, and eventually 'Hart voor Nederland' appointed an employee who devoted himself purely to this communication, because otherwise René could no longer go out on the streets with his colleagues. So it eventually became an organisation after all, nationwide, with regional branches. An organisation, but without a system that prescribed how everyone should work. Nationally and regionally, they had only one 'work rule': follow your heart!

And the police? The police, the entire police system, disappeared, slowly, but absolutely for sure!

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