Marianne was busy with her correspondence. Despite the fact that the piles of mail and especially the lists of email messages seemed to grow weekly, she remained calm under it, did not allow herself to be rushed.

Ever since Christian, from Soul-Journalism, had helped her set up their website 'Soul-Justice', she copied messages that came in that clearly showed that during the court proceedings, work had been done from the inside of the staff, the judge, the lawyer or even both lawyers, to a page of their website. She had created several pages, a vision page, and an overview page from which you could go to the various messages.

On the site itself, no comments could be posted yet, but there was an option to send a comment to Marianne via email. She concluded today that this long list of reactions to website posts was actually getting over her head. She looked on the website to see how she could arrange for people to respond directly there. That part too turned out to be easy to put, even under every post she shared on it herself. So, that saved a lot of work!

Because she had been keeping track of all correspondence for months, she had a pretty good impression of the changes taking place in the judiciary. No, the courts that had been under the power of the globalists were still not ready. Bizarre actually, that those jurists had not yet been convicted! They too were, in her opinion, guilty of the genocide, the destruction of the economy and whatever else had been, right? They had straightened out what was crooked and chased those who had done right into jail.

She didn't think long about it, because she expected those lawyers would still be convicted one day, or else change themselves from within. She felt they deserved the former, but also wished them the latter. Well, one did not preclude the other!

She continued her work quietly, until Johan looked around the corner to invite her for a cup of coffee. Once he had bought himself a coffee machine, which ground the coffee beans on the spot. The smell alone, delicious!

" Hey Marianne, you know what I think? I have a feeling that slowly but surely things are really changing among our colleagues here and there in the country, and even worldwide. This has been the case for months, but it seems to have gained momentum. Can you put your finger on what that is because of?" Johan had an idea about that himself, but was curious if she had the same impression.

Marianne nodded. "I've noticed it too yes, and that's especially since we created that website. That thing seems to have caused an explosion. I started this morning to give an option to respond on the spot under all the posts I put on it. Just look it up, it gets massive responses! And by the way... our site is on the gallery website and on the Soul-Journalism site. And those are quite busy sites, and also very powerful sites, with people behind them who are getting stronger and stronger from within. I think that also gives empowering to jurists elsewhere."

"Exactly, that was my idea too," Johan said, looking up the overview page and clicking on some of Marianne's latest posts.

"Indeed hey, lots of comments, and from what I can just quickly see, they are all positive and sound like a desire for more, for more power, more from within. Nice..."

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It had not escaped Christian's notice that Marianne had changed something about the site. He too noticed the comments under her posts. He decided to keep an eye on the site. There had already been an interview with Johan, Marianne and Ellen, but perhaps it would be interesting to repeat it. He added it as an option, for this afternoon's discussion, referring to 'Soul Justice', with a small note added: 'watch for reactions'.

In the afternoon, colleagues turned out to have already gone through his option, by looking at 'Soul-Justice' themselves. It had also surprised them how many lovely responses had come.

"I have read that post, that there had been a request for cooperation from Arizona, cooperation through an international website," reported Jeroen, while the others nodded in recognition. "Actually, you should help Marianne for a while, Christian, to expand the site, give it more features. It would be nice if visitors to the site could already choose on the overview page a country whose messages they want to see. A kind of search. The overview page could just stay the same, but due to the overdose of posts, it eventually gets crowded, making it cluttered. If posts can be documented by country, anyone who wants to see posts only from their own country can get to a kind of sub-overview page of their own country. Do you understand how I mean it?"

Christian nodded: "I think so. So you then have an overview of all posts, worldwide, on the one hand. And on the other hand, an option to choose your own country, which will take you to a sub-view, where only all posts from your country are listed. That would mean that Marianne should also have an option to add to her messages the country from which the message originates, so that it ends up on the right sub-view. I'm going to figure it out, I don't know off the top of my head how that works, but I'll find out!"

"Another thing about that request from Arizona to create an international website. In itself, this is already kind of an international website, it just has only one person posting all the things on it. Would you guys think it would be a good idea for courts that want to post their own stuff, or have a coordinator like Marianne do that, to give them the link of the website's editor? That would save Marianne a lot of work."

"I've been thinking about that too, but I doubt if that's possible already, if the time is right for that," Anneloes replied. "To me it feels like future music, maybe already in the near future, but not really for this moment yet."

She looked around the circle, hearing affirmative responses.

"I will take it as an impression for the future when I go to help Marianne change the site," Christian said.

After their discussion, he immediately called Marianne to tell her what they had just discussed.

"Oh, those are both great ideas. I already didn't like the last few days, that overview page being replenished so quickly. Every quarter of an hour I post at least one post, usually two, sometimes even three. It's driving me crazy, so cluttered. It won't be long before site visitors start complaining that they can no longer find posts they have just read! That idea of a sub-view based on countries of origin seems great. And while talking, I'm also wondering if we could make a search on the site. I'll just mention something, someone wants to review all the posts on a certain type of jurisdiction, or even on a very specific court case, that they can then find that through the search."

"Seems like a good idea too! And what do you think of the idea of giving other courts the link of the website's editor in the future, so that they can post their own posts on it?"

"At the moment certainly not, and in the future... I don't know, Christian, I rather feel that I would like it more if I could have a co-worker here who could help me get through the muddle without having to work overtime on a regular basis."

"I think that's not such a crazy idea at all, Marianne. Have a word with Johan about that and message those people from Arizona about how we're going to handle it, that we are indeed going to make it an international website, but keep the direction with you and a possible new colleague, so that the site becomes and stays clearer."

"Good idea, I will definitely do that. I had already set aside their question, because I didn't yet know how I wanted to answer it. And can you help me get that option to choose a country on the overview page on it?" she asked.

"Yes, but I think it would be best to do that over a weekend, because there will be a lot of flipping to do. And it doesn't seem wise for me to do that while you want to add posts. Would you be able to next weekend?"

Marianne thought for a moment: "I think so, but I'll check with Jeroen in a minute, just to be sure. Do you want to work here or at our house?"

"If it's no problem for you guys, I would prefer to do it at your house. You don't have to be with me all the time, but you'll be around if I need to ask you anything."

"I understand, and it's more cosy! Will you eat with us in the evening?"

"I won't say no to that, so yes please!" laughed Christian. "If Jeroen has no objections for Saturday, shall I come around nine o'clock? Or is that too early..."

"Nine o'clock is fine. I'll let you know in a minute if it's OK for Jeroen."

"Never mind," Christian responded, "that sweetheart of yours just walked in here. Hey darling-of-Marianne, would it suit you if I came to your house on Saturday from nine o'clock to work on the website and stay for dinner in the evening at your sweetheart's invitation?"

Strange sounds reached Marianne through the phone, of Jeroen overwhelming Christian with predator-like roars, answered by Christian, who pretended to shower Jeroen with kisses to calm him down.

"So, he's acting normal again, even got it out of his lovely mouth that it's all right if I come then," Christian said, "How do you put up with it, Marianne, with such a lion in the house?!"

"Oh well, if I have to, I also beat my paws out and pull my mouth open, then he'll bound. We're pretty evenly matched you know," she laughed.

"Gosh, and I thought you were so gentle..."

"I am, I'm just what's needed at the moment."

"Super convenient! I hope I get to experience that turnaround on Saturday, I'm curious to see what that looks like!"

Laughing, they ended their conversation.

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Christian was on the doorstep at the stroke of nine, and with a mug of coffee beside him, went straight to work. Marianne stayed to watch what he was doing for a while, but soon lost track.

"I'm going to work in the kitchen for a while," she said, "so if you need me, you can find me there."

She felt like making an elaborate Chinese rice table, already had all the necessary ingredients and started preparing the various appetisers and sauces one by one. Everything that was ready, she put covered in the fridge, so she only had to heat it up tonight.

She enjoyed this. Years ago, she had bought oven dishes of all sizes, but hardly used them. Several appetisers and sauces she had ready now, she could slide them into the oven tonight in no time, while she cooked the rice, and fried some eggs.

She chuckled, realising she was making far too much. They could easily eat twice of this. She washed up and went to the living room, checking on Christian for a while. He briefly hinted that she had better not disturb him, because it was more complicated than he had thought.

She walked over to the sofa, where her craft basket was next to it. Lately, she had not really had much time and energy for macramé, but now she did, and she decided to enjoy it properly. What she was working on was a still completely unknown case. She had no idea what it would look like, what it would resemble. All she knew was that she was having fun working on it.

In between, she prepared some sandwiches. Christian was still fiddling with the website and ate a few bites there on the spot every now and then. Jeroen ate with Marianne on the couch and then picked up her macramé work. He laid it on the sofa, moved a few parts here and there and then looked at her with a questioning face. "Do you see what this is? This is your website. This centre here is your workplace, the focal point. From here, say Arizona, messages come to the centre, and they are read not only from here, but from everywhere and nowhere, which are these different 'strings' that run from one place to another. There are lines everywhere between countries, or between courts, but this larger disc here is your workplace, the centre from which the change in jurisdiction began. You might consider buying a skippy ball and tying this whole thing around it. The skippy ball is then the earth, all those discs are the countries, and all those strings are the lines connecting the courts of different countries."

Smiling, he looked at her. "And you? What do you see in them?"

She smiled, "I didn't see anything in it, but what you're pointing out now, I think is absolutely wonderful. Tell you what, I'll go straight to the village later to see if I can pick up a skippy ball so I can actually work around it."

"Now if you 're going to continue knotting, I'll go and get one. I saw one of those in the toy shop window the other day."

"Gladly, I hate shops..."

"I know, and you love macramé, so get on with that!"

Jeroen got up and walked out, while Marianne continued knotting. Mentally, she knew Jeroen liked doing it for her, but somewhere it gnawed at her a little that she didn't do it herself. It felt a bit like she was putting him up to it, even though she knew perfectly well that he had suggested it himself. How crooked feelings could be...

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By the end of the afternoon, she had knotted quite a bit around the blue-green skippy ball that Jeroen had bought. She left her work on the skippy ball as she went to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.

Christian, meanwhile, showed Jeroen how far he had come. He had initially been disappointed by how much he had to turn over, but once he got going, saw through how best to do it, he felt he had come quite a long way.

"I think I'll continue with it after dinner, then just get it done. Then Marianne can get back to work on it in full on Monday."

"Don't rush yourself, if you prefer to continue tomorrow, it's no problem for us."

Christian chuckled, "But for me it is, because if I have the whole day off tomorrow, I can go out with someone all day..."

"Tell me! Did you meet a special young lady?"

"No, a dog, I was supposed to babysit a dog tomorrow, and he loves walking, so if the weather cooperates a bit, we'll go out for a long walk tomorrow," Christian smiled. "No, that young lady... I decided, like you, to wait for my soulmate, my real soulmate. No messing around with women with whom things click nicely or anything like that. Either real, deep, or nothing at all!"

"Wise decision, Chris," Jeroen said, putting his hand on Christian’s shoulder. “A relationship without a soul connection is, profoundly, a relationship without a relationship..."

"Then it's better to be alone. I don't feel bad about that anyway. Hey, what's that skippyball cover? Did you make that, Marianne?" he asked her as she just came in with the first bowl.

"Yes, that's my hobby, I also have a page on that gallery site, only mine doesn't have a lot on it yet because I don't have that much time for it."

"But what's on there is nice," Jeroen thought. "And if there ever comes a time when judges are hardly needed, if at all, you can spend all day on it. And with all the children we hope to have then."

"Oh yes, piles!" laughed Marianne, walking towards the kitchen.

Christian shook his head. "What a lovely couple you are!"

"Oh yes, we certainly are!" confirmed Jeroen. "I'm going to help the other half of that lovely couple bring the food here for a while. Will you walk with me? I have such a suspicion that Marianne is going to serve us a sumptuous meal."

"Oh yes, see, look at those dishes in the oven! Will you bring plates and cutlery?" asked Jeroen to Christian, pointing to where he could find them. "Then I'll just grab two cloths so I can grip an oven dish without getting blisters on my hands."

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The set table looked really festive with all those different dishes.

"What is this called also again?" asked Jeroen, pointing to a bowl of ground coconut with peanuts.

"That's serundeng, great to add or sprinkle over rice," said Marianne. "In fact, it's delicious with all these different appetisers, I think."

"Did you make all this yourself?" asked Christian in surprise.

"Well, the krupuk just came from a bag, but the rest actually I did. I started it this morning when I noticed you didn't need me. The meat has been simmering for a lovely long time, making it deliciously soft. And satay sauce is very easy to make with peanut butter with a little water, squeezed garlic, sambal and soy sauce. Then you can make it as spicy as you like. I fried pieces of chicken breast with it, then it's called saté ajam. I don't know anything about it as such, but I followed recipes and enjoyed it immensely. This is the second time I have made such a rice table. We also ate it once with Johan and Marieke. Back then, it took me a lot of headaches and time to figure it all out, but it was delicious! Then I gathered all the recipes together, wrote them down on cards in my own way, so I found it much easier to prepare them for today than the first time. This left me with lovely time to spend with macramé."

"I thought it looked nice like that on that skippy ball. Is it supposed to represent something too, or is it more abstract?" asked Christian.

"At first I was just enjoying myself, had no idea what it should be. But Jeroen saw our project in it, the connections between all kinds of courts around the world. That's why he got that skippy ball. My macramé work will be a network around that ball, with that big spot as the central point. That's us, that's our website! I'm so curious y'all, what the site is going to look like..."

"I need, if all goes well, about another hour. Then I can show it all to you after that, and also how to add all your new posts. The website link has remained the same, so anyone who knew the old site can also just find the new version. It just looks very surprisingly different and much more professional!"

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In the evening, while enjoying a mug of coffee, Christian showed everything to Marianne and Jeroen, both the visitor version and the editor version, with which Marianne would have to deal the most.

"It's the simplicity of the old website, but it looks much nicer. The simplicity to work with, I mean. Just as simple as before, lovely! Christian, I'm really very happy with this! Crazy question perhaps, but do you get paid for this from your group?" asked Marianne.

"Yes, I can just give up my working hours for this, and then I get paid from the donations. These have been rising well lately, so that our wages are often well above the minimum wage, so I have nothing to complain about!" smiled Christian. "And I enjoy doing this, especially when I get over the stumbling points. Then I see the site grow and flourish and I can really enjoy it. Do you have any questions?"

"No ya, everything is absolutely clear! Thanks a lot, I'm really very happy with it!" said Marianne glowering.

"Otherwise I am! This is another step forward, folks, another step forward to a totally restored society! I'm off, thanks for your good care!" Christian put his coat on loose and with a cheerful arm wave, he walked out.

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While Marianne regularly worked on her macramé artwork around the skippy ball in her spare time, and enjoyed her work even more in court, the website did its job. The network expanded rapidly. Its power went from continent to continent, country to country, court to court. . Jurists around the world spoke about it, longed for more, and helped each other break the yoke of all the systems that had applied in the courts. Judges, lawyers and all their staff went to work with more joy, shared through Marianne on the website the great results they were achieving, and delved into deeper and deeper cesspools, which apparently still existed.

Thus, through a simply set-up website, the justice system and its staff turned into justice from the soul, justice that changed people's lives in the good sense of the word.

Victims and offenders noticed the difference, were touched by the soul power of judges, lawyers, bar staff, guards. Guards noticed the difference in the prisons where they picked up and brought back suspects.

Soul power flowed further, into prisons, to the psychiatric wards where a lot of offenders ended up. The remarkable thing was, those psychiatric wards were also influenced by the website of 'Healing art, an expression of our soul'. Where psychiatrists had initially been sceptical, they noticed more and more difference in themselves and in the people they treated. It took them a long time to explain what was happening, but long before then they were happy with what was happening, without worrying any longer about how it all came together.

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There came a moment, when Marianne felt the flow of messages was dwindling. She began to worry about it and talked to Johan about it.

"It's not possible that soul power and working from within is going to diminish, is it?" she asked confused.

"I don't think so either," Johan replied with slight inner amusement. "How would this come about? Do they no longer feel like reporting their experiences or could there be something else going on?"

Marianne tasted something in his tone, which made her alert. "Something else going on?.... You mean there are fewer court cases?"

A broad smile appeared on John's face: "Yeah yeah, I don't know yet what it's going to look like in the end, but it seems now, that we are in the process of making ourselves redundant."

"Redundant... could be. If everyone is so into healing and becoming free... Yes, I can imagine that. Tell you what, you'll just become village chief, sit in the gate, like centuries ago, and people will come to you with their questions and you'll answer them," Marianne said with a mischievous grin.

Johan laughed: "I can picture it all! Would you like to be my right-hand man then?"

"No, I'm sorry, if it comes to that, I'm going to devote myself entirely to my pile of children and my macramé work!" she responded cheerfully, as a deep longing bubbled up inside her.

 

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