Halfway through December, Maurice and Jacqueline independently got a very strong impression that they had to go to Karel and Bianca. They had no idea for how long, but they knew they had to go and stay with them and could start making visits to Marcel and Martin's police corps.

Jacqueline called Bianca, asking if she could use some lodgers. She heard from Bianca's voice that she liked it. The beds were already ready, so if they wanted, they could come today!

"That's nice to hear, Bianca, I really feel welcome! Lovely that between you and me there is no such mother-in-law-daughter trauma..."

Bianca laughed! "Well no ya, that's not even possible, I see you more as my best friend than my mother-in-law!"

"Goodness, girl, that brings tears to my eyes. It feels exactly the same to me, you know, but it's another thing to hear that it's the same the other way round. Listen, Maurice is still on the phone with Martin, and I suspect he will also call Marcel. We hope to surprise both their corps with a visit! I won't call it 'honouring them with a visit', because I don't know yet whether they will experience it that way hahaha!"

"Some might, I ran into Martin the other day. He told me about their visit to you and that he had already had several reactions from colleagues. Some resisted him at first because he had become so much more powerful. Others got to hear impressions of him and therefore realised that his power was actually something positive. And the latter will probably think it's cool if you guys come."

"That sounds like a good start. It looks like Martin has done some kind of preliminary work. We'll see! I'll just wait and see if we can get Martin and Marcel to organise something, then I'll send you another message about when we're coming. Bye dear, give those wonderful guys of yours a hug from me!"

"Ah, I'm more than happy to do that!"

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Meanwhile, Maurice was talking to Martin. Martin thought it was great that they would come over, but...

"There has been a kind of division in the corps here. Some of the colleagues have been touched by words I got for them. They experience my power as something positive, notice accelerated healing in themselves too. They had actually never realised they were in a process of healing, but became aware of it when I spoke to them. The things they had gone through, and which they had felt were yet another time and nothing more than a memory and a nasty feeling, they now recognised that something had changed since then, that the sharp edges had come off. And since I shared impressions, I also got sneaky reactions every now and then, like 'Martin, what happened to me this time... nightmare, matched exactly what you said.' They sometimes thank me, because they feel they go through things more easily now. And I feel their work attitude is changing. Originally, the police were meant to help citizens. But it has increasingly become a group that seemed bent on power. I do realise, what was behind it, for most it wasn't even about their own power, but about following orders from on high. And they thought that was cool, that did create a kind of sense of power. Over the last few days, I have been hearing and seeing more and more things that show, that those people accelerating through things are changing in their work attitude. Stories are coming in that are seemingly silly. Old lady helped to cross the road. Child snatched in front of an approaching car. Especially that last one, that felt to me like a quick action from the soul of that officer. And when I confronted her about it, she looked at me with surprise. It clicked, she told me that she had not seen the car coming, but had known intuitively that she had to pull that child away from the edge of the road. And when she did, there immediately drove that car past, right by the edge. Had she not taken the child away, he would have been hit, no doubt! I mean, stories like that... beautiful right? I'd like more of those! But to get back to your question for a moment, I have to tell you that I don't think I'll be able to organise a gathering so that you can visit everyone in a few hours or so. And to be honest, I also think the tough deniers who are so resistant would not be happy about that. Do you like the idea of just stepping in here every now and then and taking on the guests who are there? I realise that's going to take quite some time for you guys, but..."

"It seems the best solution to me, given the situation, Martin. Somehow relaxed too, especially for those who just don't like it. I'll give Marcel a call in a moment and make him the same suggestion. Then we can just alternate it all the time, an hour or so with you, and then to him. The only thing I wonder then... can we just drop in on all the cops?"

"No, of course you can enter the police station, but you can only go beyond the counter if an officer walks with you. Marcel and I could do that then, or possibly a colleague who trusts and appreciates your work. I'll print out a list of all colleagues so we can keep track of who all you've had. Or does that not seem necessary to you?"

"On the one hand not necessary, but perhaps useful. Then we can ask you at some point when those people we haven't spoken to yet will be on duty again."

"OK, solid plan! Just ask Marcel for such a list too, then you'll keep a good overview at both corps."

"Will do, I'll let you know via message when we go to Karel and Bianca. When we get there then, we'll look you up."

"Fine, see you then!"

Maurice briefly told Jacqueline about Martin's idea, and why he preferred not to organise a get-together with the whole club.

"Understandable, this appeals much more to me."

Maurice called Marcel, told him about the conversation with his colleague and noticed that Marcel was immediately in favour of approaching it that way. He had had similar experiences as Martin, and was happy that Maurice and Jacqueline would come to support them.

"Pack suitcases, Jackie! It could well be that we'll be out of the house for at least a week."

Jacqueline laughed: "You're looking forward to it! Well, me too you know, I just got a delightful comment from Bianca to my head, that she saw me more as her best friend than her mother-in-law. Yes, it's good to be with them for a while..."

She hugged Maurice, they snuggled close together for a while and then separated beamingly.

"Okay, pack your bags!"

Half an hour later, they locked their house, got into the car and drove away, to the southeast of the country, to Limburg. On the way, Jacqueline called Bianca, told her they had just left and hoped to be there in three hours.

"That would be nice, then you will be ahead of the traffic jams of people coming from work. Have a nice trip and see you later!" wished Bianca.

She smiled. Karel didn't know about anything yet. When he got out of work later, their lodgers would already be there. Nice!

"Banka happy?" asked Julian, after which he stuffed a bite of bread in his mouth.

"Yes, Bianca is happy, Julian. Is your sandwich tasty?"

He nodded, munching away nicely.

After his sandwich, Bianca helped him with a cup of buttermilk. She had phased out breastfeeding because of her pregnancy and had started with a cup of plain milk. Julian hadn't really liked that. He had tasted a sip of her buttermilk, and had looked at her beaming. He liked that! Funny, she thought, breast milk was so sweet, and so she had definitely not expected his preference for buttermilk.

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Julian woke up because he heard his room door open.

"Banka?" he asked, getting down on his knees.

"Mauwies! Akkelie!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Outte bed!"

Maurice laughed and held out his hands to him: "Julian! Come out of your bed!"

He grabbed him under his arms and swung him out of bed with a big bow, then took him on his arm.

"How is my big rascal?" asked Maurice.

"Juja not asca, Juja sweet!" he answered Maurice in an indignant tone. "Mauwies isse asca!" he continued with a mischievous face.

"What the..." Maurice growled and started squeezing his legs gently.

Julian kicked and hooted.

"Akkelie! Hep!" he shouted as he held out his arms to her.

"Shall I help you free, big lad?"

Jacqueline grabbed him under his arms and pulled him out of her husband's hands.

"That's better hey, that Maurice is a sweetheart, but he's also a teasing boy. Shall I give you a clean nappy?"

Julian nodded, patiently allowing himself to be helped out of his sleeping bag.

"Did you poopy too?"

"No, not poopy!"

"Julian, I have a little plan. I always pee on the WC, do you want to try that too?"

"Pee tee? Do it!"

He dribbled along by her hand to the bathroom, where she took off his nappy and put him on the toilet. She held him tightly under his arms and sat down on her squat herself.

"Does it!" pointed Julian to his pee-pee. "Pee-pee does it!"

"Fantastic! And you know, your nappy is still dry. You can just put your same nappy back on."

Julian paid no attention to that for a moment. He looked at his pee-pee in amazement and pointed again, "Dippe dippe hahaha"

"Yes, he's still dripping for a while. Well no more?"

"No, isse heddy," he shared.

Jacqueline lifted him off the toilet and put his nappy back on.

"Well, how did you like that, to pee on the WC?"

"Nice pee!" replied Julian with a happy smile. "Mauwies, Mauwies, Juja pee onne tee!"

"Great! Have you closed the tap properly?"

"Tap?"

"The tap on your pee-pee?"

Julian looked at him with a face as if to say Maurice was not well. Jacqueline burst out laughing. "Maurice doesn't know anything about it, does he? Your pee-pee is not a tap, is it?"

Julian still looked at Maurice with the same look, pulled the corners of his mouth to the side while keeping his lips together stiffly and slowly shook no. Now it was Maurice's turn to laugh.

"I think I'll leave the dressing up to you, Jackie, because I'm not doing anything right today!"

Laughing, Maurice went downstairs, closing the stair gate carefully behind him.

"Mauwies silly man!" he heard Julian say, to which he laughed even harder.

Bianca looked at him in amazement. "What's going on up there?"

"I suspect Julian will tell you later! Hahaha, that kid is genius! If he doesn't manage to loosen people up, the world will go finaly to pieces!"

Bianca chuckled: "You're making me very curious now..."

She didn't have to wait long. Jacqueline came down the stairs, walking backwards, holding Julian, who wanted to walk down the stairs himself, by his wrist. When they were over halfway down, she loosened her grip a little, to feel how much support he really needed from her. She noticed, he could actually do it himself, but she liked being on standby this way.

"He does it himself, Bianca, walking down the stairs. A loose grip around his wrist is only still useful in case he does misstep, but at bottom he can do it just fine by himself. And Julian can still do something else by himself. Just tell Bianca what you just did," Jacqueline encouraged Julian.

"Ikke pee onne tee. No tap onne pee-pee, no no, Mauwies silly man!"

"What, Maurice is a silly man?" asked Bianca in surprise.

"Yes, Mauwies tap onne pee-pee, canno!"

"Does Maurice have a tap on his pee-pee?" intervened Jacqueline.

"No, me! Mauwies said," Julian responded.

"Yeah, stupid huh, Maurice thinks you have a tap on your pee-pee," Jacqueline grumbled, "Maurice really is a bit of a silly man."

Bianca looked from one to the other, not quite understanding yet.

"Julian said, he hadn't pooped in his nappy. I suspected he was right, I even felt that his nappy was dry. So I asked him if he wanted to pee on the toilet. And did you?"

"Yeah, I pee onne tee!"

"Exactly, and what did your pee-pee do after that for a while?"

"Dippe dippe," Julian laughed.

"And when the dripping was done, I put your nappy back on, and then that silly Maurice asked if you had closed the tap."

Julian shook his head again: "Mauwies heally silly man!"

Bianca laughed so terribly about the story that tears streamed down her face. Julian looked at it in surprise, then started grinning.

"Banka tap open! Dippe dippe hahaha!"

"Yes," Bianca hiccupped with laughter, "the tap of my eyes is open, and I can't get it closed!"

No one had noticed that Karel had entered. He stood open-mouthed looking from one to the other, not understanding at all what was going on, but seeing that it was a super merry go round.

"Ahum," he did exaggeratedly.

"Kade!" shouted Julian and dribbled towards him. Karel picked him up, took him on his arm and gave him a short hug. Julian started telling him the whole story, but so fast that Karel didn't understand a thing. And besides, he was so surprised by his parents' presence that he didn't pay much attention to Julian's story either. With the little boy on one arm, he embraced his parents with his other. Bianca stood up, wiped the tears from her face and wrapped her arms around both her men. "Welcome home, darling!"

"What's going on here? How did you get here all of a sudden?"

"By car, like always actually..." said Maurice with his most serious face.

Karel shook his head. "Just up and down for a day? Or are you staying over?"

"Stay!" cried Julian, "stay!"

"Really? Are they going to stay over?" asked Karel, to which Julian nodded vigorously and tried to tell his story again. This time, with a little help from Jacqueline, he managed a bit better.

"What a big guy you are already!" exclaimed Karel, as he grabbed Julian under his armpits and held him high in the air. "So big already!"

He took him on his arm again. "And how did you like that, peeing on the WC?"

"Fun! Funne sout!"

"Funne sout? Oh, you mean it was a funny sound?"

"Yeah!"

"Next time pee on the WC again?"

"Yeah do!" Julian was all excited.

"And now if you pee in your nappy again... will you be mad at your pee-pee?" asked Karel.

Julian looked at him with a furrowed brow: "No ya..."

"Good! Dear folks, I'm going to make coffee. All coffee? Yes? OK, and then over coffee I want to hear from you how you came up with the idea of a sleepover so unexpectedly..."

Karel put Julian down and walked to the kitchen. Julian came after him. "Juja buttemik, kay?"

"Okay, that's fine, I'll pour some buttermilk into a glass for you."

As the coffee machine filled its first mug, Karel poured buttermilk into a glass. He handed the glass to Julian, holding the bottom tightly himself to steer a little. He noticed it was hardly necessary. Julian was already quite capable of tilting the glass very carefully so that he did not pour it all over himself.

"So, you were thirsty hey! Look, just wipe your mouth with the dishcloth, I'll rinse it out in a minute."

Julian did as Karel said, and threw the dishcloth into the sink with a bow. He looked at him with fun eyes.

"Rascal!" said Karel lovingly.

Moments later, they walked to the room together. Over coffee, Maurice and Jacqueline recounted their impressions of this morning, the phone calls to Martin and Marcel and the plan Martin had come up with.

"Those guys have already done some nice preliminary work. Even the toughest cops will soon be curious about what you guys have come to bring, I'm sure. They might still find it a bit scary inside, but in the end... I actually expect them all to admit afterwards that it was good." Karel looked at his parents: "What you are doing is right, they just need to feel it."

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Over the next few days, Maurice and Jacqueline went to both police stations several times. Martin and Marcel had sent them both an e-mail listing all the names and duty times of their colleagues. Karel had printed out the lists for them, and in the car, after each visit Jacqueline ticked which cops they had spoken to.

After a few days, it happened more and more often, a cop addressed them briefly to say what it had done to him or her. A few even apologised for the distaste they had had for them. Maurice was able to reassure him that he found it entirely logical that there were people who felt that distaste, but that he was glad that the cop in question had now experienced that it was okay.

After those first days, stories began to surface even to Martin and Marcel, stories of personal changes, pieces of healing. Martin sent an email to all colleagues asking them to put such stories on the email and send them to him so that he could pass them on as encouragement to Maurice and Jacqueline. In a p.s., he added: "If you would like to share your story with your colleagues, to encourage them or just because you are happy with it, please indicate that you would like to make your story public for colleagues, and I will forward it to everyone.

And so it happened, there was more and more mail exchange. At first, it was just about the personal stuff, but as time went by, more and more messages came that had to do with their work, about a different way of doing things, about looking at people differently.

Martin and also Marcel, who had followed Martin's example, sent an e-mail to Maurice and Jacqueline every day, with all the messages that had come in that day. And meanwhile, they both made a file in which they collected all the stories per day, so that they could keep it as a kind of logbook. They hoped this would allow them to see progress.

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For Karel and Bianca, these were also wonderful days. They loved having these two beautiful people around them. They both also noticed, that Bianca in particular went through all kinds of pain points at a rapid pace. She regularly did not have it easy, but she went through them hopeful, knowing she would become more and more herself. Maurice and Jacqueline in turn enjoyed her openness, the desire with which she sucked up their words and the bravery with which she went through all kinds of pain and fears.

"Won't this hurt the baby?" she asked after a few days. "I would hate for him to feel my fear and sadness and frustration and all that and be damaged by it."

Maurice smiled, "You're showing with that again that you're a good mother, Bianca. And I'll tell you something nice about last night, when you were so terribly upset. I saw before me, how your little son himself joined in. I saw the light radiating from his soul, as if a light bulb went on in your belly. No, not really, of course, but the picture was so lifelike that I consciously looked at your belly one more time. That little man in your womb is very powerful, already. Ah yes, his soul is mature, full-fledged... So he is helping you rather than you damaging him. Beautiful isn't it?"

Bianca nodded, with tears in her eyes. "Yes, very beautiful..."

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At Karel and Bianca's insistence, Maurice and Jacqueline returned for Christmas and the turn of the year. This time they brought their painting and drawing stuff with them. During Julian's afternoon nap, and also regularly in the evening, they were delightfully creative with it.

Maurice made a painting one day that looked completely abstract. When it was finished and dried, he gave it to Bianca. "This is what I saw last time, in your womb. Just put or hang it in your bedroom, and be encouraged by it when you have a hard time."

With a smile, he nodded at her. Jacqueline looked over Bianca's shoulder. "Your baby is really doing very vigorously already. I've seen this too, several times already. So I wasn't surprised when Maurice told it like this the other day. Nice that you painted it, Maurice, a nice memento, and also a nice encouragement. You should actually take a picture of it and send it to Ilse. And add that it has been sold."

"But what name would you give this painting?" asked Maurice.

"I have to think of 'The soul power of a foetus'," said Bianca, looking at him expectantly.

He smiled at her: "That's it!"

He took the painting from her again for a moment and took a picture of it. Bianca went upstairs to give the painting a place, on her nice dressing table for now, but she already saw a nice place where they could hang it. Soon she would discuss it with Karel....

Ilse responded happily to the picture, adding, "Bianca pregnant?"

Maurice asked Bianca if he could answer in the affirmative. Bianca thought it was fine. Moments later Ilse emailed back: 'Annelies is pregnant too, Annelies from the Soul-Printing-Company! Due at the beginning of August.'

'Bianca early August too!'

He got a thumbs up and a heart back.

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Every day they took a walk with Julian in or behind the buggy, or by hand. They noticed peace in the village. Even the days after Christmas, the days when there were often disturbances with fireworks or Christmas trees being collected, were quieter than usual.

It happened a few times, when they came across a police car, the cops got out, and told of the changes they were experiencing in themselves and in their work, in their attitude towards citizens. Each of them sounded excited, relieved, happy!

On New Year's Eve in the past, Bianca never dared to go out, and certainly not to the village centre. This time they went together, even with Julian present, deliberately to the centre, because they wanted to witness the changes there. Karel pointed out to them a few places where, in the past, fires were rather set or fireworks were thrown at people. This time, they saw people standing in groups everywhere, people walking, heard cheerful greetings, calming reactions to people who were less cheerful. Policemen walked around here and there as if they were off duty. Only their uniforms showed that they were indeed on duty.

Once again, officers addressed them, so grateful, so refreshed! Even civilians testified to a different atmosphere. A citizen who was known as "not such a sweetheart" told them that he had been wandering the streets the previous day rather drunk. "Before, cops used to grab me, throw me in a cell. Yesterday, they calmly took me by the arm, did take me to the police station, but they had set up an office as a bedroom. They know I regularly drink too much, sorry, just can't stay away from it, and they changed that little office especially for me. Do you know what that means to me?"

"That means you are no longer condemned. It means you are accepted like any other citizen. It means that they no longer see an alcoholic, but a man who is having a rotten time and who still can't manage to leave the bottle because of it," Maurice said, putting both his hands on his shoulders and looking into his eyes.

Jacqueline joined him, and with tears in her eyes, she grabbed a hand from the her unknown man. "Man, man, your life has been hell, kicked and scolded, abused and bullied as a little boy. I'm not surprised that you haven't got your life together yet. But you will, I assure you. That mountain of shit will disappear from your shoulders, you won't have to carry that around anymore. All that rubbish from what they did to you, burns!"

Jacqueline felt her soul glow at the man and continued to hold his hand, looking at him. She saw that his eyes grew big.

"It really burns, it burns, terribly hot!" he exclaimed.

"Just a little longer, you're not really burning, it's just the feeling. Just a little more, until it's all gone!" Jacqueline nodded encouragingly at him.

The moment both Maurice and Jacqueline felt it was done, the man heaved a huge sigh. He started rolling his shoulders, raising his arms, taking a step backwards and swinging his arms. He did all sorts of gymnastic exercises and finally stood up beaming: "It's gone! The mess is really gone!"

He put his arms around Maurice and Jacqueline and gave them both a firm kiss on the cheek. "I'm used to kissing a woman stupidly on the mouth, whether she wants to or not. But with you I don't do that, and I don't think I'll do that with any woman from now on. For you I have respect, I could see from you that it hurt you too, and with you too, man. What is that power you have?"

Maurice explained it to him briefly, assuring him that his soul had that same power and promising him, that a day would come when he would start noticing it too!

"And do you think I will manage to leave the booze now?" he asked eagerly.

"I think you will enjoy it every now and then. You never really did, it was just a narcotic for you. But I think now you'll be fine to take a glass now and then and really enjoy it, and then leave it at one or at most two glasses."

"They say at the refuge for addicts that you shouldn't do that... then you run the risk of falling back into your addiction," he said in despair.

"Yes, I know that, and they are right about that, when it comes to people who still have so much shit on their necks. But you've lost that one. If you don't trust yourself with a single glass yet, that's fine. Then just don't take it. There will come a day when you are ready. Just take your feelings seriously. You're going to be just fine!"

Maurice gave him another friendly slap on the shoulder, after which they walked on. Far out of earshot, Karel told them that the man was the biggest problem in this village, for the villagers and for the police. "Great that they have given him a place now, although I don't think he will really need it anymore. I know he has a flat, I suspect he can go back to sleep there!"

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The first local newspaper published in the new year was full of all sorts of stories about the festive season and especially the turn of the year. It contained pictures of people having a good time together, of fireworks, and of people cleaning up messes the next day, smiling happily!

It also contained a personal article, written by Jan Vos himself, with a little help from Martin, in which he told his story. In it, he told of his childhood, and how he had slipped into being the 'drunkard of the village', to 'womaniser', to 'village idiot'. He told openly what an unknown gentleman and lady had meant to him, and wrote that he was sorry he had hurt so many people. He told of the office at the police station, which had been turned into a bedroom for him, but that he no longer needed it now, as he could live quietly in his own flat again. He just needed to clean the place properly.

The next day, Martin heard stories from citizens in the neighbourhood of that particular flat, who were happy for Jan, and who had therefore decided to roll up their sleeves together and ask Jan if they could help him tidy up and clean up. Jan had been surprised and, more importantly, pleasantly surprised. They had not rolled over him, but had put him in charge. Time after time, they had asked him about stuff, whether he wanted them to throw it away or where else he wanted it cleared away. By the end of the day, his house was picobello and he had stood in his neighbour's arms crying with gratitude. When Martin heard the story, he relished it, and that same evening he stopped by Jan's house.

"Hey Jan, I'm not coming to check up on you, but I heard all kinds of stories today about a big clean-up. Did everything go well?"

"Come in officer, uhm Martin, come in, come see for yourself. I still can't get over it! It's like I've finally found my life. I understand that I will still have to go through pain things, but I have already lost so much that I don't mind at all. I can whine and laugh now, I can go to the neighbour's house to whine and swear at her if I need to. Do you understand that?"

"Well, don't quite get it, but I do know it's real, I've experienced it myself," Martin responded.

"You too? Were you in the crush too then?"

"Everyone has been in crushes, some just worse than others. You were in the wrong place as a child, I was in a slightly better place. So compared to you, I was lucky, but that doesn't take away from the fact that I couldn't live life to the full either, you know. A lot more now, but I think it will be even more! Hey, I just wanted to say to you that we in the police are sorry for not treating you well so many times. We in the police also lost our way. Protecting the citizens... yeah, we were completely off that path! And I also want to say, that if there is anything, if you need help once, just drop by or call. Most of us want nothing more than to be there for the citizens, including you!"

"Top Martin, thank you! I'd love to invite you, along with your wife, to come here for dinner sometime, but I'm so not handy in the kitchen..."

"Elly is pretty handy in the kitchen. If you think of what you'd like to eat, we'll come by the end of the afternoon and I'm sure she'll want to prepare it."

"Tomorrow? Something like macaroni dish or something?"

"That's fine by me! Do you want to buy the stuff yourself or shall we?"

"I'd like to do that myself, but I don't know what's needed for that, do I?"

Martin took a notebook from his jacket pocket, made a simple list of things that were not too expensive and easy to prepare.

"Jan, it will be a simple meal, but that's not the point, the point is that it's good to be together! Thanks for your invitation, hey, and I think Elly and I will come as soon as the thrift shop closes, a little after four o'clock. Is that OK?"

"Best! Man man, I'm so happy!"

"Keep it up!"

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The next day, Martin received a phone call from Jeroen. Eric and he had read the stories in the local paper and wanted to interview both Marcel and him about it. They agreed to do so the day after the dinner with Jan Vos. Marcel and Janny would come to Martin and Elly's house, and Jeroen would interview them there. Eric would record everything with a couple of cameras....

Both events, the dinner at Jan's and the interview, became celebratory experiences with great consequences. The dinner party was followed up. Jan was invited here and there, discovered that people did not just accept him for once, but that a few actually wanted him as a friend. It took a while before Jan really dared to believe and trust that, but after that he also felt himself getting stronger quickly and developed initiatives of his own. Not having a job, he started volunteering at the thrift shop. He helped out in his neighbourhood when he felt inside that that was what he wanted to do. He began to revive completely!

And the consequences of recording the interview? Those were global. From the previous interview, with Johan, Marianne and Ellen, Eric had started subtitling the recordings in English. In consultation with Jeroen, he had decided to start doing that for every interview and, if he had time and inclination left, to do it retrospectively for previous videos as well. Since then, reactions started coming from all over the world. Their website got regular followers, contributors, people who started supporting them in all sorts of ways.

They had, when they started this, known they had to do it this way, but had had no income at that time. Now the income was coming in, small amounts from all sides, which together were enough to at least pay their fixed expenses. And on top of that, they started saving to be able to replace or upgrade their equipment one day. They were happy about it, but most of all they enjoyed what they were allowed to discover, both the lies of the past and the innovations and healings that were taking place recently.

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