Martin made contact with Maurice that same day and experienced that the four of them were more than welcome to come and stay with Maurice and Jacqueline for a few days.

The very next morning, they left as soon as rush hour was over. They had thought, if they had no significant delay, they could have lunch at Maurice and Jacqueline's place. Unfortunately, they did have delays and did not arrive until two o'clock.

The welcome was warm, particularly warm. Jacqueline invited them to the table, making it very clear that they themselves had had no problem waiting for them.

"Actually, we rarely feel hungry anymore. To be honest, we normally hardly ever eat lunch. But we enjoy getting to know you at the table, so sit back and help yourself. I'll get some more coffee for the lovers."

She looked around the circle and saw that everyone was in the mood for coffee.

After passing the coffee around, she looked at Martin in the way that had already become so familiar to Maurice.

"Martin, you grew up with the Bible, with the Christian faith or you otherwise got caught in the snares of sin stories and the like. And that has stuck you immensely. I commend your courage to do what you think is right, to break free from that prison, and I am sincerely glad that you have succeeded so far. What you are still struggling with, however, are guilt, shame and feelings of inferiority. And yes, you have done things in the past that in hindsight you would rather not have done. We all have that, we all have those things that we think, 'if only I had done that differently!' But you know, all the stories about sins, being guilty and all such more, have got into your blood like a poison, keeping you feeling that you are no longer pure, that you are guilty, that you are actually wrong. And there seems to be no way to ever become pure and right. That poison, that keeps condemning you and rendering you far more powerless than you would like, that poison is flowing out of your blood, it is flowing away. I see you are getting a stomach ache..."

Jacqueline stood up and pointed to his belly. "I focus on that pain, it goes away, is that right?"

Martin nodded in surprise.

"That pain was caused by all that poison pooling there. And the pain is gone now because I focused on it. That pain was mostly emotional in origin, but that doesn't take away from the fact that you may have thin stools later. That has nothing to do with a virus, that is at most your body's way of getting rid of the toxin. You know, dear people, everything that is mental and emotional, and I mean for now in a negative sense, everything that has stuck to you, everything that has wounded you, also causes problems in your body. Back pain, headaches, shoulder pain, you name it, these are almost always consequences of emotional problems. Over the years, we have all suffered more from emotional wounds, beliefs and all sorts of other things that got us stuck. In recent years, however, a process of inner healing has begun, globally. That means we are now on the way back. Where before we were going downhill, we are now going uphill. What we run into, however, are the symptoms of going downhill. Like those tension pains we had in the past, they are coming back! How can that be? Well, if you imagine that clinging as tentacles, as hooks, not only in your soul, but also in your body, then I think you can imagine, that when the power of your soul starts releasing such tentacles, it starts hurting in those same places. Things that were stuck in your soul and in your body, come loose. What we experience around us is that people usually suffer from this for a shorter time, that in most cases it passes quite quickly. But sometimes it takes weeks, months, especially when it comes to back pain. The burden you have lying on your back, right Marcel? You know that, that burden on your back. The world you have taken on your shoulders... And the desire to save the world, or at least help it, is a beautiful desire, only we often can't do it the way we want and then our desire becomes a burden. That burden must first come off your back, in order for yourself to continue healing internally. That burden is now coming off your back, sliding off your back, and you will notice that that seems to confuse your back muscles. That's because they have to go back to their original place, get used to their original work again. That can make you feel wobbly. Try it out, just stand carefully, you'll feel that it seems like your back can't handle it."

They all watched as Marcel stood up and laughed. "It looks like I'm a bit drunk. Colleague, can you give me a breathalyzer test?" They laughed along with him, especially pleased as they noticed he was experiencing relief. "That burden is really gone, it really feels very different."

"That now gives your soul much more space to heal you more powerfully and also become more powerful towards those around you. Maurice, would you like to explain now why you invited our guests for a few days, when this only takes a few minutes per person?"

"Oh yes I would like to! How exactly the ladies are doing, I don't know yet, Jacqueline will probably get impressions about that, but I do know, that when I got you, Martin, on the phone, and heard your story, about your work with the police, that I felt the gravity of your problems and knew we could spend a little more time with you. What just happened is a good start, Marcel already felt that. You seem to be doing better too, right Martin?"

Martin nodded: "At least the stomach ache is gone, how all that guilt will go, I don't know, time will tell, as I run into things, I guess."

Maurice chuckled: "And that's exactly the reason for those few days. We'll be on each other's lips, the six of us. And we'll talk about your work, you can say here what you can officially say, all your frustrations and whatever else comes up. And also about your private lives, your relationships with your wives, with people around you. It doesn't matter. Anything can come up, whatever you want to talk about. Nothing against your will, let that be clear. Most likely Jacqueline and I will poke around in pain points, so you know that. We don't do that to bully, in many cases we don't even do that consciously, not intentionally. It has happened to me regularly, when Jacqueline said something to me, something that came straight from her soul, and which she didn't doubt for a second at that moment either, something that poked into wounds with me, something that pulled beliefs loose. Often painful, frustrating, but much needed! At the moment I then went over, she was beside me and regularly began to wonder what she had said, and only then did she realise, that she had spoken a 'truth' that I needed in that moment. A 'truth' that might have been based on some kind of lie. You see, we are used to believing in fixed truths. Something is true and cannot be untrue a while later. Absolute truths, as you find a lot of them especially in religions. That's why religions are so dangerous. Anyway, the truth of your soul, is not so constant, certainly not absolute! The truth of your soul is what your soul is telling you at that moment, what you need at that moment. That may be to heal a bit again, but it may also be about a piece of guidance, about something you need to do at that moment, for whatever reason. Sometimes that becomes very clear, sometimes not at all. We have experienced it when our soul told us to go to a certain place at a certain time. Plain and clear, like a command from on high! No idea why it had to be that way, but... when we got there, our presence, through the power of our soul, turned out to prevent things, give solutions, bring healing. As Jacqueline just pointed to your belly, Martin, so it happened regularly, that people were in terrible pain, and we, seemingly like a bunch of silly disaster tourists, pointed to those people and they got up, or released their heads, and the pain turned out to be gone. Mission accomplished! Probably such people then also received quite a bit of help in their emotional healing at such a time, but of course we didn't ask them about that. So for these days that you are here, you can expect to be triggered. We now have no idea how, and in what, but that it is going to happen, you can be sure of that. These are going to be days that will be full of power, light and real love, so no sweet stuff like the world dictates to us. We want the best for you, really the best, I dare say without exaggeration. Indeed, the best is that you will be quite a bit further along in your inner healing when you return home. We expect, when you go out with your colleagues again in a few days, dear men, that you will find that you have become much more powerful. And you ladies, do you also work outside your homes?"

Elly and Janny looked at each other. Janny nodded, indicating that Elly could start.

"I work two days a week in a thrift shop. I used to work there almost full-time, but in the meantime I have rediscovered and picked up my old hobby, painting, and so now I work less in the shop so that I can be more occupied with what I really enjoy. I don't know, it feels weird to say, but somewhere I experience that it is normal here to say it like this. I feel driven, pushed to paint, like there's something inside me that needs to get out!"

"Oh yeah! That's the power of your soul, Elly!" responded Jacqueline. "That flows out through the channels, into your body. I'll call your body your outside for a moment. In your case, it flows to your hands. Is it true that it flows only to your hands, or do you also paint with large movements, with your arms, maybe even almost dancing with your whole body?"

Elly looked at her in surprise. "No, never, I did paint murals in the past, discovering that I could paint larger pieces, backgrounds, with the soft side of a scouring pad. For example, on a wall on which I was painting deep sea life, I first painted the wall all that way in shades of blue, or actually wiped it, with one of those scouring pads. And then I added more nuances to it with brushes, before painting plants and animals, the finer work. But I went through a bit of a process at one point, where I discovered that I didn't really want to paint on walls at all, but just on canvases which I buy at Action. That process also had to do with the fact that I don't want to stay with strangers, a few days away from home and so on..."

Jacqueline nodded: "I understand that very well. But there are other ways too. Canvases you can buy ready-made are fine for smaller paintings. But you can also make your own canvases, which is what I see in front of me now. That you buy something made of hardboard or so, cut to size, a large size, and that you stick the type of wallpaper on there that you painted on before. Or that you put together a big frame, buy canvas and stretch that over it."

Jacqueline paused, noting that Elly was envisioning it.

"So if I make that kind of all-powerful big canvas... Martin, I actually need a room downstairs, because I can't get a canvas like that upstairs!"

Martin laughed. "I wouldn't know how to add a room, but we can switch things around. Move the dining area upstairs and make a space in the spot that would then become vacant for you to do your thing."

"Come on man, that doesn't look like it!" protested Elly.

"What's more important, Elly, that you get to your goal, or that the room looks the way people think it should look?" asked Maurice.

She looked at him thoughtfully. "I feel you're right, but it feels like I'm taking up all the space then..."

"And that's where the blockage is that keeps you from fully reaching your goal yet," Jacqueline responded. "Are you allowed to take up space? Are you allowed to take up quite a bit of space? I'm telling you, you need to take up space! It is good if you start taking a lot of space! That has everything to do with who you are! That feeling that you quickly take up too much space makes you slow down, that you cannot really see your value, cannot experience it properly. That blind spot is going to disappear now, so you can breathe and see fully, move freely and be who you really are. I challenge you to prepare as large a piece of the living room as possible for your painting. Or else, that you go find another house in which you have a room downstairs that you can use for painting. And get together to see where you can store those immense canvases when they are finished. You need a clean room where you can put your paintings."

"I think we should sound Karel out..." Martin began.

"Good plan," Maurice said, "e-mail him straight away. Explain to him what the intention is... By the way, I think with those canvases you do need to take into account the door height through which those canvases have to pass, both in your own home and with any buyers."

Elly looked hazily ahead. "I have to think of the digital gallery. That's where my pictures are. I know there is vision for a real gallery, a building in other words. If I could work in such a building, on the spot... No, that's not it either. Even then you are left with the situation that it could not be moved to other buildings or houses."

"Still, I think you have to keep it in mind," Jacqueline said. "Let yourself be guided, with every painting. Remember that there are people who really have such great houses and buildings... And remember that your soul knows very well who your next painting is meant for. But for now, look for opportunities. Maybe you can just keep living where you live now, but need a bigger space where you can work. Then you may not be at home, but you will be in your own space."

Maurice stood up, took out a tape measure from the kitchen and measured the size of the door. "Straight up, a canvas two metres wide can go through here. The only question then is what about the length of the canvas, because you also need to be able to make turns in almost all houses."

"If only the two metres were the length, instead of the width..." Elly thought. And then a width of a metre or so, that should be possible in almost all houses. And besides that, I may indeed start trusting that my soul will tell me if I need to make an absurdly large canvas."

"And so at least you have a good start!"

Martin interjected: "I emailed Karel, explained what Elly is going to do, and asked if he knows a place for it. Or a whole house, so we'll move, or a work space nearby. Oh, I seem to be getting something back already. Yes, indeed, that son of yours is a fast rascal! There are two women living in a village down the road, who have a very big house. They have two substantial rooms left downstairs, and would be fine with a soul artist coming there."

Maurice shot back a laugh: "Email him back, ask if he means Katja and Maureen's house."

"Katja and Maureen? Of those glass shards and... uhm candle wax figurines?" asked Elly.

"Yes, the description seems to point in that direction," said Maurice. "We went to them, look, we bought that one from Maureen, that wedding dress."

Maurice pointed to the sitting area, where the wedding dress was on a shelf against the wall.

Elly nodded, "Gorgeous, that wedding dress... But just a moment more to those canvases... I'm thinking hey, couldn't I just get those two-by-say-one-metre sheets up the stairs so I can work at home? And if I don't have enough space left over to store paintings that are finished, then we could move the spare bed to the attic and bombard the spare room into storage."

"So, that's it!" exclaimed Jacqueline. "That's the first change I sense in you already, making space for yourself. Of course it's nice if people can come and stay, but indeed give them that attic. You live there, others come for a few days at most! Martin, can you do something with it?"

"Working from home and clearing the spare room so you can put your great works there? That seems like a super plan. You could even see how the light is, whether you prefer to work in that spare room and store your stuff in your current hobby room. But the idea that you will use those two rooms for it I say wholeheartedly 'do it' to that!"

"What about that email to Karel?"

"He just emailed back that it is indeed that house of Katja and Maureen. I'll email him back that you suddenly came up with another idea, allowing you to work from home after all," Martin said.

"Give him our regards," Jacqueline said.

Martin grinned: "Will do!"

Moments later, Maurice's phone rang. "Hey dad, it's Karel. Have you got visitors from here?"

"Yes boy, purebred Limburgers, two couples, referred here by Huib. They are staying for a few days! We're still a bit busy at the moment, so I'm going to hang up again. Talk to you later!"

"So, short but sweet!" responded Janny.

"Yeah yeah, that's possible, if the relationship is good and open," smiled Maurice.

"And speaking of relationships," Jacqueline continued, "that's really a thing with you, Janny. You have it good together, but to let someone get really close... it's hard, isn't it? After everything you have been through since childhood, apparently not serious things, but still things that have wounded you, you have automatically put an invisible shield in front of your heart. Your desire is, that Marcel comes close, that you are truly one with him, but somewhere you still feel that there is something in between. And that can go away now, so that you can get even closer to each other, really merge. And then I am talking about soul level, soul connection, complete oneness."

Janny pulled a dirty face. "I can feel it going, like a plate is sliding here." She moved her hands from her heart to her sides and sighed with relief. "So, that nasty feeling is gone! Would that really help, do you think?"

"You can tell us that in the time to come. I expect so, but I'm no fortune-teller!" said Jacqueline with a cheerful smile. "Have you eaten enough? Then I'll clean up! Yes, you can feel free to help," she said to Martin, seeing him gesturing. Martin got up and started stacking the plates and collecting the cutlery on top.

A little later they were sitting in the sitting area, where they discovered another beautiful work of art: a simple doll wearing a beautiful purple dress made of a fabric that looked velvety. Janny squatted down near it to take a closer look.

"So you bought it," she smiled. "Elly showed it on the gallery website recently."

"Yes, Bianca made that one. She is the partner, the soulmate of Karel, our son. Maybe you know her, she has been working at Bloemenhof for the last year, housework."

"No, I don't know her. During the time I have been there on the estate, I think Margreet and Lisa were still working in housekeeping," Janny said.

"I did see her once," Elly told me. "Annerieke is my friend, so I still come there sometimes. And so I saw Bianca once. They have a little son hey, or... that little boy has another father... right?"

"Yes, biologically yes, but Karel welcomed them like a double package of joy!"

"Cool..." Elly sighed.

"Well, it really is!" responded Janny. "And this dress, it really is a work of art. I sew myself too, but clothes of my own size. Like Elly, I first worked almost full-time in a shop, in a clothing shop, but a while ago my friend Hannie took over two days from me. And on our days off we sew a lot. Largely with the machine, but the smaller things, details and such, by hand."

"And she can do that well! I have seen them, they are really beautiful, also works of art," Elly praised.

"Yes, next week Hannie and I are going to take photos of our clothes and probably of each other in them, and then send those photos to the website, the one of the gallery."

"Welcome home, Janny, we were recently added there too, and it just feels right. All people working creatively from their souls, wonderful!" said Jacqueline.

"Yes, really, Huib and Margreet started it with me, when I was still doing those murals. And in actually quite a short time, more and more people joined," Elly explained. "Oh wait, some days ago there were reports going around that the site had become so much more powerful. So you guys had that on your conscience, hahaha, great!"

"Yes, we feel guilty about it every day," Maurice chuckled.

"I bet you do!" laughed Elly.

"Then how did you do that?" asked Janny.

Maurice explained, that the power and light that are in your soul radiate out more and more as you heal, helping those around you in their healing and making them more powerful. "And we just sat and looked at all the photos of all the artists one evening. Then with what radiates from your soul you empower the artists who made it, and the artworks themselves, and also the site in itself, the webmaster. Everything, everyone who belongs to it!"

"How extraordinary, I have heard something about it through the Bloemenhof family, but that it could work so strongly..."

"And that gets stronger and stronger. So the more you heal, the more power will also spread through your homemade clothes, through the photos on the site and through sales. As a result, the world gets lighter and lighter. Bloemenhof is a strong base point of healing, and thanks to them, that gallery is becoming a huge fireball!"

Janny smiled, not yet fully understanding how it worked, but she felt that something beautiful was growing, something that was affecting the whole world.

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Indeed, during the sleepover, it happened regularly that the guests were triggered, that their wounds were pricked. They noticed that Maurice and Jacqueline did not do this on purpose, but that things simply surfaced with power from their souls. Each time it was difficult for a while, sometimes just a few seconds, sometimes half an hour or even longer, but when they said goodbye to go home again, they could all conclude that they felt much freer and more powerful after these intensive days.

The farewell was cordial, cheerful and full of joy for the renewal. Maurice and Jacqueline, standing embraced in front of their house, waved after them.

"That was a good time, Jackie," Maurice said. "And do you know what I long for now?"

"Well?"

"For you!"

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Two weeks after their sleepover, Martin contacted Marcel.

"How are things with you?" asked Martin.

"With myself all right, but at work... I find it difficult man, I do see results, but I also notice that colleagues look at me almost anxiously, because I come out much more powerful than before. And others react aggressively, as if stung by a bee. What about with you?"

"With me and at work exactly the same. I just talked to Elly about it, and she suggested the idea of contacting Maurice and Jacqueline. Maybe they'd like to drop by sometime to bombard the whole corps."

Marcel laughed. "Sounds good, but would that work?"

"I don't know. A few times I passed on an impression to a colleague, something that just came up. I didn't really feel comfortable with it. Actually, I would like to know from all of them personally what they think about it, how they feel about it. I think I'm just going to send an email to North Holland about it."

"OK, Martin, I think it's exciting, but I'm behind you. Let me know what Maurice and Jacqueline think!"

"Will do!"

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