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Manifesto

We must set aside our arrogance.
We must descend the stairs we ourselves have built and return to the place where true teaching is meant to reach.

Enough of watching a tool created for humanity’s evolution being manipulated in such an exclusive way, spoken as if in another language — and the most lamentable part: intentionally so.


Not out of malice, but out of power.
The power of hidden knowledge.
Knowledge that, they say, must not reach the uninitiated — for if it did, it would spread... and then what?

What was the original purpose of it all?
When we were not yet consciousness within these distant layers, did we even know of the purposes already echoing, guided by a single logic — thank God?

Where were we, consciousness? Where were we?
We don’t even know.

And now, we manipulate these sacred tools as if they were made for us...
For us.

Awaken.
Rise once more.
There is always a higher floor — always.
And from above, see the curtain that has been raised between a chosen caste and the rest of the world.

Awaken as many times as needed.
Wake up.