Ilse did her housework whistling. She deeply disliked housework, but if she had let it go to waste long enough, at least it was useful, and she usually got a taste for it.

This morning, she was enjoying it. She had no idea yet how long she would go on, but for the moment it was just a nice quiet job, a nice variation from her favourite work at the PC.

By now, the kitchen and bathroom were clean. She had almost finished with the downstairs toilet when she felt her mobile vibrate once.

"Please be patient youngsters, just finish this first!" she responded.

As soon as she finished, she took a quick look at what had come in.

"Aha, Sjaak and Lisa have made a new clip! Let's watch that one on the PC, with a cup of coffee."

She walked to the kitchen, put the fancy coffee machine to work and took her mug to her room. The PC was on by default because she was busy on it so much. She searched for Sjaak and Lisa's mail, clicked on their file and sat down to enjoy it.

"Hmmm that music alone... and what beautiful pictures they pasted under it again!" Ilse watched and listened on without commenting. She felt that inside everything started to rumble, and a longing for more, for much more sprang up inside her. It felt, she thought afterwards, as if that river and all that fountain-like nature of the music and pictures were taking the same shape inside her.

Afterwards, she wondered what was going on inside her. She was more than happy with her work, with her part of the house and with Ineke as her roommate. Did she long for a soulmate? No, not at all actually, she liked her life just the way it was. If she ever met her soulmate, she would see what was next!

But then, what was it, what was that which was stirring inside her? She had no idea, but decided that at least the clip was fantastic. She copied it on the website and sent its link in a group email to all the artists.

"What the hell is wrong with that website? It feels different, like it's blowing and pushing at me. Strange..."

There was nothing else to do on the site at the moment. She decided to start preparing for dinner. Since Ineke always didn't get home until late afternoon on weekdays, they had agreed that Ineke would cook on weekends, and Ilse on the other days. And they both considered housework a necessary evil. Sometimes Ineke would pick something up on weekends, but mostly Ilse would do that work in between. And they both felt perfectly relaxed and content with that arrangement.

"Ah yes, I should have expected that, quickly preparing dinner while I just forwarded that clip! My mobile is immediately working overtime again because of all the reactions!"

She laughed, not minded at all, quite the contrary. She enjoyed this part of her job! She read the various comments that had already come in, and noticed that she was not the only one experiencing something on the website. Words like 'more powerful', 'that site shines even more than before' and 'that site almost blew me over before I even started listening to the clip'.

Because it was a group email, everyone read and responded to each other's reactions.

Ilse received another email, a loose one, from Huib: 'Come here this afternoon around four, at our house, no idea why, but I feel I have to ask you, it seems important'.

Ilse was puzzled, first that website acting so apart, now this question that seemed more like an assignment than a question....

'Is something wrong?" she emailed back.

'No, absolutely not, I don't know what it is yet, but it feels positive. And that feels weird, something you don't know and it feels positive. Do you mind coming around four o'clock?'

'I'll be there, I'm going to prepare dinner now, so we can eat afterwards.'

'Better idea: come and eat here, ask Ineke too. I'll immediately go and talk to Margreet about whether we're going to put the BBQ on again.'

'Yes, if you're going to start like that... I won't say no to that! I'll just send a message to Ineke that we'll eat at your place! I'll be there anyway, around four.'

She got another thumbs-up, after which she did a short message to Ineke.

'Having dinner at Huib and Margreet's tonight, are you coming too?'

'Cosy!

'Thought so too!" wrote Ilse back.

And to Huib: 'Ineke is coming over too'.

'Top! Margreet feels like BBQ as well...'

Ilse went back to her room, looked at all the replies from the group email. Many of the replies mentioned something about the force field around the site, but no one seemed to understand what was going on. She would have a chat with Huib about it this afternoon.

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Knowing that Ineke had walked to work, Ilse went to Bloemenhof by car herself, so they could drive home together afterwards. Neither of them had problems anymore with walking outside when it was lightanymore, but when it was dusk or dark, neither of them liked it.

She was a bit early, but she knew that with Huib and Margreet such a thing was never a problem. And if they were unexpectedly not home, she would wait on their porch.

Of course they were home. Since Gloria's birth and the wonderful job Huib and Margreet had, they were just almost always at home. It was their joy and their life, they didn't need holidays, they didn't do birthdays and similar celebrations, and thus they saved a lot of time for the things that really mattered in their lives.

Margreet sat with Gloria on her lap, helping her to eat something.

"Hey ladies," Ilse greeted them both. "Are you saving a little for me too, Gloria?"

"Iesse!"

"Yes, save some of those goodies for Ilse! Ilse likes that too!"

"Me!"

"Oh, is that yours... well, then Ilse is out of luck!"

"If you really feel like fruit, just grab it from the bowl in the kitchen," Margreet said.

"Maybe quite a good idea..."

Ilse walked out of the room and returned a moment later with an apple. "Don't you want any yourself, Margreet?"

"No, I've already had. If I make some fruit small for Gloria, I'll take some myself right away. Oh look, here come Maurice and Jacqueline, cosy!"

"Is that why I had to come here?" asked Ilse.

"No idea, did you have to come then?"

"Yes, email from Huib, come this afternoon around four, don't know why, but feels important. Weird huh?"

Margreet had beckoned to Maurice and Jacqueline that they could come in, and so a little later they entered the room.

"Ha Margreet, is it convenient for us to come over for a chat? I see you already have company..." And when Margreet nodded smiling, "Hi, I'm Jacqueline, and this is my husband Maurice."

"I'm Ilse, we emailed with each other about... uhm... that wedding dress of Maureen's, you bought it, right?"

"Yes, that's right, how nice to briefly see who was behind that email exchange," Jacqueline laughed. "You're doing a great job by the way, everything around that website. You have it all under your belt, and also completely under control. And that seems like a perfect talent, but that control isn't a talent, it's a harness that was lashed around you during years of abuse. You were no longer in control of your life, have decided and done all sorts of things, most unconsciously, to regain that control, quite understandably, but it has become a harness. That harness comes off, completely off, it's in your way, it has to come off, and it comes off, completely."

She saw that Ilse was looking at her with big frightened eyes.

"You feel unprotected, you feel visible, you feel too visible... But without that harness, all those underlying wounds are going to heal much faster."

Jacqueline sat down next to her on the sofa and took her hand. She felt Ilse threatening to lose grip on her body, on her consciousness.

"Let yourself go, it's all right, I've got hold of you, nothing will happen to you, really nothing, except all kinds of good."

Ilse slumped against her, for a moment not quite aware of where she was and what was happening. Huib, who had just come in, was alerted by Margreet. He sat down silently at the corner of the dining table, smiling at Ilse. He now understood why it was important that she had come....

Ilse recovered quietly, looking around in surprise.

"What was this? Harness gone?"

"A solid piece of liberation and healing, dear girl! It may take some time to get used to, but you really can move on without control, trusting your own inner voice more, and your feelings, your intuition. It will take some time, but because you have now gone through such an intense piece, it will go much faster and I think also better and deeper than it would have gone without this intense piece. Hahaha, I almost break my tongue over that sentence. Do you understand what I mean?" asked Jacqueline.

"Yes, I think so. If I'd had to go through myself, through pieces of the process, it would have taken longer, would probably have been much more difficult than now that you've broken off that armour. Is that right?"

Jacqueline nodded, whereupon Ilse turned to Huib: "Was this why I had to come?"

"Joh, I really didn't know anything about anything, I just got a very strong impression that you had to be here around four o'clock. I didn't know at all that Maurice and Jacqueline were coming... but welcome, dear people! Top that you are doing so much work in your holidays. Reports are buzzing in and around Bloemenhof about what is happening under your hands!"

Jacqueline smiled. "Not just my hands though. I am the one taking the lead though, but don't underestimate Maurice's role!"

She stood up and crouched down in front of Margreet.

"You are struggling with something similar, Margreet. Huib, will you take over your daughter for a while? Margreet, you have a huge burden on your shoulders, a burden of intimidation, manipulation, control and condemnation. With such a yoke on your shoulders, which is not just a yoke that is lying loose on you, but one that has become completely fixed in you, it would be logical if you yourself started living exactly the same way, treating other people the same way. But... the love, the real love, the soul force from here, from Huib especially of course, but also in general from the Bloemenhof family, has already loosened that yoke so much that you are able to live more from your soul. That is nice, but to a large extent you still live from a cramp, because that yoke is still there, and partly still stuck. You can keep muddling through with it, and then that yoke will certainly disappear, because your healing will continue, no doubt, but today that yoke may also slip off you at once. All the protrusions and ties that are attached to it and have become stuck in and around you will come off, and when they are all loose, the yoke will slide off you. All loose..."

Jacqueline placed both her hands on Margreet's shoulders, allowing her to catch her as she fell forward. She stroked her hair.

"Being a mother when you yourself had a mother who was not a mother but a tyrant to you... that's an art you can't just manage. But it will get better from now on, and I will give you a nice tip later on, a tip that you probably couldn't do anything with until now, but that you can handle now, I think. A tip that Gloria is going to be happy with!"

Dazed, Margreet looked at her as she stood up. "Tip? Gloria?"

"Yes, a nice one, I didn't get it from myself, but from Karel, our son. If you want to give Gloria something to eat, take her on your lap at the dining table or something, and wrap a bath towel around her, along under her arms, and let her eat by herself. Yes, it will be messy, but her clothes will almost certainly stay clean. And be sure the chances are great, she'll love it!"

A sob escaped from Margreet's throat as she gave words to what she herself had always been told: "Watch out, don't mess, be careful, eat properly, what are you doing again?" she imitated her mother.

"Yes, that's the shit the tyrant poured over you. That made it difficult, maybe impossible, for you to come up with these kinds of ideas yourself. No problem, that little lady is still so incredibly young, and you love her dearly, so she already has the most important thing in. You're not guilty, Margreet, you didn't do anything wrong, you were just bogged down in all this tyrant shit! And now I quite fancy coffee, Huib, may I be so cheeky?"

"If you think that's cheeky... yes you may! You too Maurice? And Ilse? Margreet prefer tea? Coffee too? Fine girl, just sit down, I'll take care of it."

Jacqueline plopped down next to Ilse on the sofa, gave her a gentle slap on the leg and asked, "And how are you now?"

"Hmm bit rolled, but not unpleasant, actually nice and loose!"

Smiling, she looked at Jacqueline. "Maybe you can help me with a question I'm having today. I have posted a clip of Sjaak and Lisa on the gallery website, that site where you had found Maureen's wedding dress."

Jacqueline nodded.

"I noticed, and several other of our artists also noticed, that that website, as soon as we opened it, seemed to want to blow us over, seemed to push against us. There was something of a huge pressure behind it. Do you guys have any idea what that could be?"

Maurice chuckled. "I suspect we have that on our conscience. Monday night we looked at all the pages of the site, really all of them. Also clicked on all the artworks. Wonderful, all those pictures! Anyway, while we were doing that, our souls were radiating tremendous power and light to the site, to the artists and their works. It's another miracle we didn't burn that site down!" he grinned.

"Aha, that is why... is it okay for you guys if I pass that on in the group email as a reply?" asked Ilse.

"Of course, it's something quite normal, although we're not used to it in this world yet," Jacqueline replied.

"Fine," smiled Ilse, "I'll do it right away."

She started typing in the group email: "A word about this pressure, this power we experience on the website... Here at Bloemenhof we have a couple staying, Maurice and Jacqueline, who are working very powerfully from their souls. They have been looking at all the pages of our site, and each piece of art separately, while their souls radiated power and light to it. It is that power that we experience on the site.'

She stopped typing for a moment and asked, "Is it true that because you have been looking at the site, have been radiating with your soul power at each work individually, that that gives healing to the artists, allowing them to work even better from their souls?"

"That's right," Maurice responded, "and even the people who come to the site to browse around, buy something or whatever, will benefit from that, get through pieces of their healing more easily."

Ilse nodded, typed in the explanation Maurice had given and sent her reply. Soon she received several responses. She chuckled and summarised after reading a series of replies, "The artists all respond positively, asking me to thank you when I see you. So herewith thank you!"

Huib came in with the coffee. "We want to have dinner in the garden later on, turn on the barbecue..." he grinned briefly, "and not just turn it on, but use it. It's not a real barbecue by the way, more like a kind of wide, flat wok."

"A skottelbraai?" asked Jacqueline.

"Yes exactly! Fancy eating here?"

"Fancy it, but Annerieke is also counting on us with food..." hesitated Jacqueline.

"I've known Annerieke a little longer than today, I met her on the day I was born and fell in love immediately! I'm sure she won't mind. But it's handy to mention, shall I do that for you?"

They laughed at his story and Jacqueline nodded. " Please!"

Huib sent Annerieke a message and almost immediately got a thumbs-up back and 'Have a good time together!' He passed them her response with a big grin and said: "Then, with my coffee, I will go into the kitchen for a while, prepare the meat. All kinds of vegetables we already have ready, sandwiches too, so I'll be back in a few minutes. See you!"

He disappeared into the kitchen, where he put the meat he had bought on the cutting board and cut it into smaller pieces, so that later no one would have to wait long for a piece of meat.

Margreet entered the kitchen. "Can't I give you a hand?"

"Yes, please, by putting your arms around me and allowing yourself to act as a literal back support. That seems like the best help!"

Margreet smiled and gladly complied with his request.

"I don't know what I feel," she told him, "I only know that it feels good, looser, freer. I am so curious what I will notice about it in daily life! And that tip from Jacqueline, did you hear that, to let Gloria eat by herself, just tie a bath towel around her, then at most that bath towel will get dirty. Pretty handy, then she can enjoy her food, do it herself, get fingers dirty and smear it on the towel. Much more fun for her and she immediately discovers how to eat by herself. And we don't have to change her I-don't-know-how-many-times so she looks a bit pleasant at the end of the day!"

Huib totally agreed with her: "And I think when you see how she copes with it, it will be much more fun for you too, really enjoying her stubborn fiddling. We'll try it right away in a moment, okay?"

"Yes, fun! I'll already go to pick up a bath towel. Can you manage without me, with your back?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes, better than just now! And that's no joke. My back was bothering me a bit, like my muscles didn't feel much like holding me up. But when you hugged me, I felt a power from you going through my spine, and I don't suffer from anything anymore!"

"Wow, amazing! Could that be because of what Jacqueline did? Yes, it must be," she answered her own question, "what she did gave me release and a piece of healing, and as a result my soul can shine more powerfully again! Super cool!"

Margreet went to the bathroom, picked up a couple of bath towels and put them in the laundry room on the shelf above the washing machine.

"I just put them there in the laundry room above the washing machine, a couple of bath towels," she told Huib, "so we don't have to go upstairs every time we need a clean one."

"Clever of you! We make life as easy as possible so we can focus as much as possible on what we really care about!"

"That's the way it is!" agreed Margreet, after which they walked back to the living room together.

"Hey Ineke, I thought I heard your voice along with Rosalie's. She has already found her friend again! Rosalie, do you feel like staying for dinner here?"

"Yes, cozy! Can I just tell Bea on your mobile?"

"Good plan girl, go ahead," Huib said, handing her his mobile.

Rosalie switched it on, clicked on Messages and looked for Bea. She typed a short message and waited for a response. Everyone could see she was happy with the response. She started beaming and said to Huib: "Bea sends a thumbs up, a heart and a kiss! I'll also send a heart and a kiss back..."

Cheery and happy, she looked at Gloria, who had crept up behind her.

"Gloria, I'm staying for dinner here, with you! What are we going to eat, Huib?"

"Meat pieces on the skottelbraai, all kinds of vegetables, raw or from the skottelbraai, sandwiches. Do you like that?" he asked the beaming girl opposite him.

"Oh yes! Hahaha Gloria, are you coming to stand with me?"

Rosalie extended her hands to Gloria and Gloria, already standing firmly, grabbed them one by one. Gloria looked up at Rosalie beaming.

"Soulmates, real soulmates," Maurice whispered with tears in his eyes.

"What are you saying, Maurice?" asked Huib.

"Soulmates, those girls, they are real soulmates, riveted to each other through the ages. How wonderful that they have already discovered each other. What a lot of trouble it will save them!"

"So anyway..." Margreet responded. "In the beginning, I saw them as friends, then I imagined that they would later be heart friends, and in doing so, I got the suspicion that they would be that for life, heart friends, soul partners, like Huib and me. I'm glad you confirmed it..."

She smiled, beamingly, at the girls who were so dear to her, and told the others how they had met Rosalie, when she had only just known she was pregnant with Gloria. "In a restaurant, and Rosalie was there too, came up to me, put her hand on my belly and said that the girl in my belly looked like her and that she thought she was so sweet. I was surprised, such a girl of less than four years... but I felt it was right. What a day that was, huh, Huib?"

"Sure enough, we had just snatched your stuff from your parents' house, and in that same restaurant you had gotten such a nice reaction from that pizza chef about our relationship, and then Rosalie's reaction came over that. Yes, that was a top day just like all the other days, just a bit more of a topper-the-top day than the other top days!"

Jacqueline looked from Huib to Margreet and asked, "Did you ever get an impression about Gloria, about what suits her?"

They both nodded, Huib signalled to Margreet that she could tell.

"Huib saw that she is a dreamer, and that she likes to swing. And I saw that she was painting in the garden. In that picture she came alive, she moved, looked back, and then I saw that she had Huib's eyes, the same kind of facial expression. That made me discover I was pregnant," she beamed. "And a dreamer she is, and she loves rocking. Huib has made a little chair for the swing, in which she can swing safely with a strap tied on. She has already figured out how to get it moving, and then when she swings, she stares ahead. So that's already right!"

Jacqueline laughed: "Great! And great confirmation for me. We were with Lisa recently, and then I got impressions about William. And that fits with this, this, of Gloria, that painting, and her connection with Rosalie the writer... beautiful!"

"Did you get impressions about William, about what he's going to do later, those building plans?" asked Margreet eagerly.

"Yes! It was confirmation for Lisa, she already knew - she had already told you, hadn't she?"

"Well, she got that impression as she sat here talking to me, hearing me out about my pregnancy. That was so nice!"

"Oh really, two mothers-to-be together... The impression I got was that he is going to create a beautiful design for two young women, soulmates, a painter and a writer. I had no idea they would be so close! And this other design I saw before me resembled the Tower of Babel, as we know it from paintings. There will be spaces that are going to be placed in a circle, with each space just slightly higher than the previous one, allowing the seventh space to come on top of the first. And then it goes on and on..." Jacqueline made a twisting motion upwards with her hand. "As many spaces as it takes for the artists to exhibit their artworks. There will be a real gallery in the future, probably combined with the current digital gallery. But more healing is needed, more soul power. That's why it will take a few more years, and then one day you will see something! And I have an idea, that little guy is going to design lots of other structures, buildings that are not going to be built in the first place, but that will hang as big drawings in that gallery. People who buy them can buy them as works of art, or have the drawn building built. That will no longer matter. All the artworks from your site will go into that gallery tower, and people can continue to buy them from the digital gallery. So your work, Ilse, will then be able to go on as usual, but I wouldn't be surprised if you are going to have an office there on site, or at least a work corner, behind the counter or something, that they can also ask you there to reserve something for them. Something like that...

Ilse nodded, with a beaming smile on her face. "I can see it! It won't be a separate office, I feel more like that work corner behind the counter, close to the visitors. Boy, another year or so... I'm already looking forward to it!"

"Jacqueline?" asked Rosalie, as tears trickled down her face.

"What is it Rosalie?"

"You told me that William is going to sign a house for us, right? And that we always belong together, always heart friends, soulmates just like Huib and Margreet. Gloria said very softly and happily, "Jaaaaaa Osa Goja!" and she pulled her hands out of my hands and clasped her arms around my legs. I am Osa, Rosa, from Rosalie. And Gloria... has she said her name before?" asked Rosalie to Huib and Margreet, who immediately shook their heads. "She said 'Osa Goja' very clearly now and embraced me, as she still does now. And I myself have always felt it, already when I saw you in the restaurant, then I felt that Gloria was like me. I understand now that my soul recognised her soul. We clicked even then! Now I also understand why I want to be here every day, every day with my soulmate..."

Everyone fell silent, moved, beaming and sniffing, looking at the beloved girls. Rosalie grabbed Gloria by her upper arms, got down on her knees so they could hug each other.

"Rosalie and Gloria..." she sighed happily.

"Osa Goja" beamed Gloria.

They laid their heads side by side, on their soulmate's shoulder....

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The meal became a cosy gathering. The tip about the bath towel turned out to be a great success. Rosalie helped Margreet cut pieces of meat for Gloria very small. Both the girls had tremendous fun in the way Gloria started eating by herself. She discovered that she could prick pieces of meat with a fork. She reacted startled and then with a gurgling laugh when the fork poked her painfully in her lip. She finally handed the fork to Rosalie and proceeded to grab pieces of meat and vegetables with her thumb and forefinger and put them in her mouth. A piece that fell on the floor, she looked at it in surprise, whereupon Rosalie said "Bah!", Gloria left the fallen piece for what it was and grabbed a new one.

Margreet thoroughly enjoyed the girls, sometimes forgetting to eat herself. She noticed that she found it awkward having Gloria on her lap, holding a plate and then eating with her fork herself.

Huib noticed, filming them with his mobile. "Margreet, you can put food in your mouth with thumb and forefinger yourself... Just look at Gloria!"

Margreet looked at him, burst out laughing and said, "You're right! Good example follows good practice! I'm going to make up for the damage of my childhood." She put her fork on the table and started bringing food to her mouth with her thumb and forefinger. Rosalie looked at her in amazement, started to laugh horribly and said when she calmed down again, "Why did we actually learn to eat with cutlery? Surely this is much easier?"

Her clear voice, her logical question, made everyone think for a moment. No one said anything, but one after another they put their cutlery on the table and began to follow Gloria and Margreet's example.

Rosalie looked around in amazement, was the last to put her fork on the table and continued eating. "Hmm delicious Huib!"

"Yes, delicious huh, especially when you get to eat with your fingers, then you can not only taste what you are eating, but also feel what you are eating!"

Rosalie thought for a moment, picked up another piece of food, felt it and put it in her mouth. "It's like that makes it even tastier... how can that be?"

She continued quietly and came up with the answer herself: "It just seems like your food is closer to you, like you're more connected to it. I think that makes it even tastier."

"I think you sensed that very well!" hummed Maurice's low voice. "I have to be honest... as far as I'm concerned, our cutlery can stay in the drawer!"

Rosalie laughed: "I wonder what my parents will say about that!"

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After the meal, Ilse asked Maurice and Jacqueline how they had experienced their week at Bloemenhof so far.

"Well, overwhelming actually. Just about every day we got to help people in their process, in a way that was new to us, and much more powerful than we have ever experienced before. It does us good to hear the reactions, right away. It does us good because it gives us hope, that healing is really happening, and that it is now accelerating. Where all those people we have spoken to this week have experienced accelerated healing, they are passing it on themselves. The familiar effect of a stone you throw into the pond. We also made a painting and a drawing each day from photos we had taken here. Jacqueline draws with grey pencils, I paint. We then sit side by side working, usually on different pictures, yesterday on the same picture. And I just thought, Jackie, that working side by side also felt empowering. We should do that more often, dear!"

"How nice, such a hobby that is completely different, and yet so much alike. And how wonderful that seems to me, being able to do that with your soulmate together. Just this morning I thought I was enjoying the fact that I don't have a partner, but hearing this... secretly, well, not very secretly now, I start to long for the moment I meet my soulmate. Yes, somewhere I hope that will happen, one day. Did you also take photos of your work?" suddenly Ilse changed the subject.

"Yes we did, with our tablets, but they are in the guesthouse. Shall I pick them up?"

"Gladly! I'm curious to know how you did that. I don't want to say much, but if people live as powerfully from their souls as you do, how much power will emanate from your painting and drawing?"

"A lot, as much as from my words," Jacqueline replied, as Maurice walked out. "We experienced that just yesterday afternoon with a couple who are also guests at the guesthouse."

"Great! If it's OK with you, I'd love to add your work to the digital gallery!"

"And you haven't even seen it yet!" marvelled Jacqueline.

"Oh well, if Karel Appel and Piet Mondrian could become famous..." responded Ilse with a grin. "No kidding, we're not about becoming famous of course, but when people live from their soul, their creations are expressions of that soul. And you guys are extremely powerful, so I assume the same goes for your creative expressions, as you experienced yesterday. And that is entirely within the purpose of the digital gallery."

Maurice came back with the tablets, handed them to Ilse. Huib intervened: "Shall I link the tablet to the computer, then we can all watch."

They got up and walked inside. Huib started their computer and connected Jacqueline's tablet to it. A moment later, he was able to open the photo folder. Maurice showed him the way, to the folder in which she had placed the nature photos and the pictures of her drawings side by side. Ilse, who was standing right next to them, wondered aloud how best to put it on the website, among each other or as a collage.

Maurice, who for a moment did not understand what she was talking about, did not respond immediately, causing Huib to reply, "As a collage, they are duos, nature photo and work photo. They belong together. Is that right for you Jacqueline and Maurice?"

Jacqueline, meanwhile, had whispered to Maurice that Ilse wanted their work on the digital gallery. Maurice had nodded eagerly and now answered Huib's question in the affirmative.

"Good, first let's just have a quiet look, enjoy it, let it sink in..."

At a leisurely pace, he went past the pictures, hearing gentle reactions around him. Then they went past Maurice's photos.

And finally Huib asked, "What do you think? Suitable for the gallery?"

"Huh, who would doubt that?!" exclaimed Ilse indignantly. "Sorry, I don't want to make anyone feel that a different opinion or impression is forbidden, but personally, I think the work alone is beautiful to see, and besides, I experience the same power as when Jacqueline spoke to me. This is truly powerful soul work!"

The others wholeheartedly agreed, whereupon Ilse asked permission to put their work on the site. She explained to them the arrangements they had made, about correspondence and the financial side.

"Hold on, I'll just send you an email with our arrangements, very convenient."

Maurice and Jacqueline looked at each other and nodded in agreement even before they had read the arrangements. "It's all right anyway, you can share our photos on the site. We feel it's fine. And we will read those arrangements tonight."

Huib arranged for all photo combinations to be sent to Ilse, and asked Maurice and Jacqueline to send photos of their future works to Ilse via the contact page.

"Will do! And I have a feeling we should go somewhere else for a while..." he told Jacqueline.

"Yes, to the house on the other side of Huib's work shed..."

Maurice smiled: "Just what I was thinking, Jackie!"

Huib stopped them: "Just a moment, I want to show you something else. I started working on a sculpture. All kinds of thoughts are still going through me, because it doesn't really represent anything, but still I feel it's good."

He clicked on the first of his latest photo series: "This is how it started, and in the following photos you can see how it continues."

Maurice responded immediately: "Connect to your PC for a moment, then we can see it all in large format. It's worth it, Huib!"

"OK..." Huib plugged in his mobile and looked for the photo series, clicked the first one and went at a leisurely pace past the pictures that followed.

"How cool," Rosalie whispered, "I can see it growing..."

The others nodded at her, seeing the same thing and enjoying it. And apart from that, they experienced that the power of the image was increasing. At the last pictures, where the sculpture was finished and had been photographed from various angles, deep sighs rang out.

"Huib, your work has always been beautiful, but this... this hits everything! So much more powerful, it just is. The form, the kind, that is different from what you did before. That can coexist in theory. But this is so much more powerful!" articulated Margreet the feelings the others recognised.

"Thank you, Huib, this is a great encouragement for us," stammered Maurice. "Those few words from Jacqueline to you, and the power with which they came to you, have broken down something that allows your soul to come out so much stronger. Please put it on your page!"

"And I couldn't agree more!" said Jacqueline. "And now we are really going, one more address tonight. Thanks for your fun and delicious food! It was super nice to be here!"

Rosalie walked towards her, her arms raised. Jacqueline crouched down in front of her and let herself be hugged. "Thank you," Rosalie whispered.

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Maurice and Jacqueline knocked on the door of Annerieke and Simon's house.

"May we come in for a moment?" asked Jacqueline to Annerieke.

"Sure you can, only I have to return to the guesthouse later, just after half past seven."

"No problem, I suspect we will be back at the guesthouse before you then," Jacqueline smiled. "We just had a strong impression that we should stop by."

"That will have a reason then... And you are welcome anyway!"

Annerieke preceded them to the living room, where Simon got up from the sofa and came over to them.

"Your week is damn near over, finally a chance to meet you. I'm Simon, but I'm sure you already knew that," he said smiling, putting an arm around Annerieke. Before he could ask if they were in the mood for coffee, Jacqueline started talking, grabbing a hand from both of them.

"Because of your past, Simon, you still struggle with feelings and thoughts of guilt and shame. You informed Annerieke about your past, you've been open and honest, you know she doesn't judge you, but unnoticed you've begun to withdraw anyway. That's what wounding does... And you Annerieke, are dealing with the other side of the same thing. You haven't condemned, but you are troubled by thoughts and feelings around whether Simon can give himself fully, whether he's not stuck in his past. You don't want those thoughts and feelings, and so you condemn yourself over them, and as a result you have also slowly withdrawn into your shell. All those thoughts and feelings from both of you are stuck in your system like a spider web. You feel trapped in that web. And that web needs to loosen up, in both of you. That web comes loose, that web releases you, you can move forward together in freedom. Groom, you may kiss your bride now!"

She released their hands and, along with Maurice, witnessed tremendous passion between Simon and Annerieke. Maurice and Jacqueline quietly left the room, went outside, walked towards the guesthouse.

Maurice chuckled, "I wonder if we will have coffee and cake tonight."

Jacqueline shot into a hooting laugh.

"No problem, we'll take care of that."

Maurice looked at her in surprise: "Yes, why not! If she's not here by quarter to eight, we'll just go and make coffee. And then we'll send her a message, telling her not to worry, that we took over her job for a while. Hahaha, how will she take that?"

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Annerieke, after reacting to the message with shock and surprise for a moment, picked it up just fine. She smiled, wrapped her arms around Simon again and typed back a message behind his head thanking them.

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