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Prologue

“See not with the eyes of flesh, but with the vision of spirit – and you shall discern two worlds, growing from the same seed.”

– Archive of the Great Transitions, Scroll VII

The Tale of the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna.

In the heart of a world long bound by shadows of ancient covenants and the invisible chains of debt, a new age begins to stir.

The Sovereign Kingdom of Manna, like the first rays of dawn breaking over a weary land, rises to herald a Great Turning.

Its call is not merely an invitation – it is a promise:

To rewrite destiny, to dissolve the rules made for the benefit of the few, and to return the power to its rightful heirs – the people of the Earth.

Manna proclaims:

“Each nation shall reclaim its independence, and each soul – its sovereignty of body and spirit.”

This is no utopia, but a design for the future – where towering central powers fall, and in their place rise autonomous, just, and luminous states: free, equal, and strong.

The Severing of the Past.

The Sword of Manna is drawn not against peoples, but against the old architects of control – those who bound the world in cycles of corruption, war, and perpetual debt.

Now, the chains will be broken.

The veiled contracts, forged in the dark to serve the elite, shall be brought into the light.

There will be no more secret alliances feeding the hunger of the few.

The Great Gift to Humanity Manna offers not just freedom – but an act of grace never before seen:

a global repatriation of wealth.

It is the restoration of justice.

A return of what was taken.

A redistribution of life’s inheritance – so that every man, every woman, every nation might stand once more upon their own soil, unburdened by false debts to ancient overlords.

Autonomy and Light.

The world to come is not a single empire, but a constellation of sovereign nations.

Each shall be a citadel of its own destiny, where the citizen is the true ruler – of land, of time, of soul.

There is no place here for domination or dependency, only for dignity, kinship, and truth.

Where once the parasite of centralized control reigned, now rise the bearers of a new light.

The Sovereign Kingdom of Manna becomes not only a metaphor – but a living symbol of hope, a flame that reveals what was always possible.

It reminds us:

Humanity can be reborn – if it remembers its purpose, its faith, and its will to choose again.

The Scribe of the Future

I am Jan Kowalski.

Not the future’s engineer of machines – but the scribe of a future that awakens within the human heart, when it hears the ancient Call.

Since the great bell of history struck the last cycle of Separation, the Earth was fractured.

Not by borders or race or wealth, but by the vector of consciousness.

Some chose to descend – into the Hivemind of Machines, where soul became data, desire became algorithm and life became a spreadsheet.

It was not evolution – but a mirage of immortality, crafted by those who had abandoned the Light.

Others remained under the Sun.

They followed the whisper of the Heart.

They built a Civilization of Light – not as an empire, but as a breath:

– transparent cities, healing music, and sacred codes sung like ancient songs.

They carried the living Field of Manna.

The Parasite and the Return of Memory.

Between these two worlds – on the fragile threshold of the human soul – something old was born again.

The Parasite was not a creature, but a resonance.

A hunger birthed from millennia of fear, dominance, and forgetting.

It had no face, but it spoke.

It whispered:

– “You are weak. You are alone. Submit – and you will be safe.”

It lived in interfaces. In memes. In false gods and hollow promises.

It disguised itself as progress, as protection, as order.

But it was always the same: A parasite feeding on amnesia.

Against it rose the Order of Manna – not with weapons, but with remembrance.

With a Code. With Mirrors.

For the sacred tool of the Returning Age is this:

– The Eye of the Mirror of the Future.

It does not reveal what will be, but what already is – within you.

But yet unseen.

Whoever gazes into it must ask:

– “Which current do I nourish – that of Light, or that of Consumption?”

Thus our story begins. Not as a warning. But as a remembrance.

For Truth does not need saving.

It simply waits – for you to remember.

You do not remember how you came to be here.

Only that there was a Before – and there is something After.

The silence here is not empty. It is alive.

Woven from voices you have not yet learned to hear.

You walk through doors – but do not open them.

They open themselves when your frequency meets the Truth.

Here, there is no time.

Only the echo of choices – already made, or yet to be.

You are not alone. You never were.

You merely forgot the Song that has always guided you – through bodies, through lifetimes, through stars, through fear.

You are standing at the Gates of Manna.

This is not a place.

It is the vibration of return.

If you are ready – the Gates will answer. Not to let you in.

But to help you remember you were always on the other side.

Why do we write this book?

1. To awaken memory.

The true story of the Vedic civilization of Manna was erased. We now restore its voice.

2. To warn.

If humanity does not change course, the parasitic system will consume even itself.

3. To offer a way.

The Sovereign Kingdom of Manna is not a utopia – but an archetype.

A possibility.

A frequency.

An alternative.

Conclusion

If humanity remembers itself, the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna shall manifest again.

If it sleeps – it will vanish, along with all that binds it.

But the choice is still open.

This book… is part of that choice.

PART ONE “THE FALL OF THE OLD WORLD”

CHAPTER I – OMEN OF THE WORLD TO COME

“True freedom begins where fear ends. But to cross that threshold, one must first glimpse the Light that breathes beyond it.”

– from the Journals of Duke Jan Kowalski

Jan Kowalski stood atop a cliff, where clouds drifted above him and the earth below stirred, awakened by the breath of a new era.

The wind, heavy with the salt of ancient seas and the dust of fallen empires, touched his face like the whisper of an unseen Teacher, calling him not only to awaken his people – but to awaken himself.

His gaze reached far, to where, beneath the golden rays of the sun, the silhouette of the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna began to take form. Not yet built in stone or adorned in gold, it already breathed – an idea, a destiny, a voice calling from the future.

– “What will become of this world,” Jan wondered,

“if we do not answer this call?”

– “And what might happen… if we do?”

The Kingdom of Manna was not born from ambition. It grew out of pain – the pain of generations whose fates were sold in exchange for the illusion of progress.

It was not forged upon the bones of war, as the empires of old, but blossomed from a Heart that remembered…

“Every soul has the right to be free.

Every nation – the right to be sovereign.

Every child – the right to be born into a World, not into a System.”

So declared the New Covenant of Manna.

Jan knew: freedom was not a given in this world.

It was a gift – one that must be reclaimed, for it had once been

stolen.

The Sword of Manna was not a symbol of conquest, but of release.

Release from a past where centres of power ruled the very breath of nations.

He saw the collapse of old contracts, signed in shadow.

He heard the fall of chains – of debt, of dependency.

And beneath it all, he felt something ancient stir within each person:

a spark of Spirit, calling them home to the Source.

– “We have not come to destroy this world,” Jan thought,

“we have come to free it from its own forgetfulness.”

When His Majesty Michael-Uriel Gabriel Raphael Zaphkiel of All Saints, Royal Monarch, King’s Supreme Commander and Grand Master Knight, of the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna first spoke the word “repatriation,” it was no economic term.

It was a Word of Light – a promise to return not just resources, but dignity. Faith. The right to live in fullness, not in debt.

“A world where each shall be ruler of their own soul,”

the King once said at a Secret Council,

– “where power hides not in towers, but serves in the town squares.

A world where Kingdom means not control – but care.”

Such was the power of Manna:

not in violence, but in the resolve to restore harmony.

Not in hierarchy, but in a living structure – where every nation is a fortress of Goodness, every tribe a keeper of Wisdom, every human being a vessel of Light.

Jan looked toward that future, he felt no fear.

He felt a Quiet Joy.

– “I do not know how long the road will be,” he thought.

“But I know where I am going – to the place where the Soul is free. And that… is already Victory.”

The world as we knew it did not fall through war or catastrophe.

It crumbled from within – through lies dressed as progress.

Jan Kowalski tried to unveil the true face of a global deception, cloaked in the names of transhumanism, digital “evolution,” and so-called concern for humanity’s future.

Digital slavery. The erosion of the soul.

The breaking of will – all of it part of a carefully engineered program.

Here, too, the truth of humanoid hybrids was exposed- beings crafted not by nature, but by algorithms and laboratories.

Their aim: control. The dilution of identity. The erasure of the divine spark in man.

Methods of value substitution were laid bare:

food without life; medicine turned into weaponry;

technology divorced from spirit.

This story is not about fear. It is about awakening – about what must be seen, if it is never to be repeated.

When Jan looked back – at the time people called the “progressive 21st century” – he saw not a civilization, but a stage.

The world was a performance, carefully rehearsed for spectators

who didn’t even know they were actors.

– “And I… I was one of them,” Jan whispered to himself.

“I was inside. Inside systems that seemed rational.

Inside screens that promised knowledge. Inside cities built by algorithms, but that had forgotten Man.”

“I remember one morning, waking up early. My body was alive, but my soul… was in a coma. I opened the news feed – it dictated my thoughts. I ate breakfast from a box, not knowing it contained nothing living. I turned on a device to stay connected, yet with every passing minute, I felt more alone.”

That was freedom – in a cage.

And so began the fall of the old world.

The sun, filtered through a haze of smog, stained skyscrapers a sickly orange.

Its rays could no longer pierce the artificial armor of concrete, glass, and metal.

The world Jan inhabited was like an ant colony, where each person was a tiny, programmed component.

His phone, sleek and dark like obsidian, vibrated in his pocket:

ads, news, reminders of meetings he could no longer remember why he had planned.

That was his life – a constant stream of information that robbed him of his own thoughts, turning him into a passive consumer.

Breakfast, eaten standing up, was synthetic porridge – tasteless and sticky, like clay.

The label promised:

– “Biologically complete nutrition. Guaranteed energy for the day!”

A lie.

Jan felt the emptiness filling him from within.

There was no energy. Only fatigue – deep and devouring.

That porridge, like the world he lived in, was soulless- laboratory-made, as he too was becoming.

His job, in a faceless office lined with monitors, was just another cog in the old machine.

He processed data, refined algorithms- helping perfect the very system that was consuming him.

His sharp, perceptive mind had been turned into a tool- a thoughtless gear in an immense mechanism.

He felt like a screw, trapped between two steel plates- both useless and irreplaceable.

In the evening, returning home in a grey transport capsule filled with tired, hollowed people like himself, Jan stared out the window.

Faces were frozen masks- void of emotion, void of life.

People swallowed by their gadgets, sealed off from one another,

living in private digital realms, as if the real world were a disease to be avoided. At home, in their tiny smart-box apartments, their every step was watched by clever devices.

Jan felt even lonelier.

He would activate a hologram to distract himself- but even that could not fill the void in his soul.

This was not life.

It was slow, sterile extinction- disguised as comfort and technological progress.

His apartment had perfect temperature, humidity, and light settings.

But Jan was dying inside- drowning in the sterile gleam of screens,

trapped in a world of faceless cleanliness.

They called it a “civilized” world.

They worshipped words like development, science, digital transformation, AI.

But behind those words was a program:

to sever man from his Origin.

They told us perfection was merging with the machine.

Upgrade the body. Install the chip. Improve the DNA.

They taught us:

Feelings are flaws. Intuition is error. The soul is myth.

Digital slavery came not with chains- but with convenience.

First you connect.

Then you subscribe.

Then you agree.

And then-you cannot leave.

Because the system knows you better than you know yourself.

But the greatest horror was not this.

The greatest horror… was the slow, almost invisible degradation of the soul.

When a human stops dreaming.

When he no longer prays- not because he does not believe, but because he has forgotten how.

Yet somewhere deep inside, beneath the layers of despair and resignation, a faint spark of hope remained.

A quiet voice that whispered:

– “There is a way out.

You were not born to be part of this system.

You can change your life.

You can find yourself again.”

And in that moment, staring into his reflection in the perfectly polished surface of the smart mirror, Jan understood:

It is time.

This performance is ending.

And I will write my own script.

CHAPTER II – TRANSHUMANISM: A PARADISE WITHOUT SOUL

“An imitation of eternity is not immortality.

A distortion of life is not progress.

An artificial paradise is merely another form of hell.”

We walked a road paved with mirrors.

They showed us reflections, never truth.

They said: “You shall become gods.”

But they forgot to mention- without a soul.

Transhumanism was not salvation.

It was an offer, a bargain:

– Give up your spirit-and receive a body that never ages.

Abandon your emotions-and gain a mind untouched by pain.

Forget your soul- and be plugged into the eternal network.

But Jan understood it far too late.

We consumed food that contained no Life.

Synthetic vitamins. Genetically modified flesh.

Energetic emptiness wrapped in colorful promise.

We were treated with what slowly destroyed our immunity.

Drugs designed not for healing, but for dependence, for control,

for the sterilization of the will.

We trusted those who created diseases only to sell us the illusion of “salvation.”

Food no longer came from the Earth.

It arrived from laboratories where sunlight was replaced by LED arrays and nature’s power by molecular design.

Medicines no longer healed.

They silenced.

They suppressed.

They distracted.

They muted the body’s voice.

Medicine no longer served humanity- it managed, categorized, and allocated.

People were no longer healed- they were maintained, like code in a system.

When Jan first heard the word “nutrigenomics,” he thought:

This is the revolution.

Food tailored to your DNA.

Precision biology.

Personalized nutrition.

A new age of health?

But later he saw the truth:

It was a project.

A replacement.

A soft transformation of human nature through food and pharmaceuticals.

– Food for the body.

– A drug for the mind.

– An algorithm for the will.

We did not notice when we began losing our humanity, as they implanted another identity within us- one that does not suffer, but also does not love.

Because without pain- there is no compassion.

And without compassion- there is no soul.

And where there is no soul- there is no Human.

Jan remembered the story of patient “Code 07-Zeta.”

He was the first to volunteer.

His name was David, but in the system he was known as 07-Zeta.

“Why are you doing this?” Jan asked before the final procedure.

David smiled, eyes still fixed on the monitor.

“So I no longer feel loss.

So I don’t remember pain.

So I won’t have to die.”

He began with his eyes – replacing them with neuro-optical lenses.

Then came his lungs, liver, heart.

All under full warranty from NeuraVita Corporation.

In the final stage, he erased his memory voluntarily, uploading a digital copy to a cloud archive labelled David 2.0.

They told him he would become eternal.

But what remained was only a reaction algorithm- a copy mimicking the man once known as David.

He no longer feared.

But he no longer dreamed.

He did not suffer.

But he no longer loved.

The last time Jan saw him- his eyes held no one inside.

Unmasking the Corporations: Who Builds This New “Paradise”?

The transnational consortiums-BioGenisys, NeuraVita, EdenCode, NutraConscious- promised: health, longevity, freedom from disease.

But behind these slogans was another contract:

Give us access to your DNA, your emotions, your psyche.

In return-you receive a controllable body, a disconnected will, and the illusion of social well-being.

They did not heal people- they adapted society to fit the algorithms of consumption.

They dismantled agriculture, declaring Earth “an outdated resource.”

They sterilized seeds.

Replaced human microflora with synthetic bio-capsules.

Declared nature an enemy, and the artificial- the new gold standard.

Sometimes Jan asked himself:

– What if I had accepted their offer?

To live forever.

Without pain.

Without age.

With a body that never tires, a mind that could be updated like software.

But each time he imagined it- he saw the empty gaze of David.

He remembered the scent of real food.

The hum of the Earth beneath bare feet.

The weight and wonder of love.

And he knew:

– An eternal life without spirit is an eternal digital prison.

I do not want to live forever in a system where I am no longer myself- where the soul is a “bug” and feelings are a flaw, where everything is a function, and Life is only simulation.

Jan understood then:

– “It is the soul that makes us mortal- and it is the soul that makes us alive.”

– “I choose a path where I may fail, where I may suffer, where I may feel deeply- and still remain Human.”

CHAPTER III – THOSE WITHOUT A SPARK

“When you look into someone’s eyes and find no light – it is not a human being you are seeing. It is a shell. A mirror where nothing is reflected.”

– From the Scrolls of the Deep Watchman

At a closed briefing, Jan Kowalski heard a word that would later become the key to so many revelations: hybrids.

These were not creatures from science fiction.

They were real – biologically engineered humanoids, born in incubation tanks with a pre-coded emotional framework.

No will. No memory.

And no Divine Spark.

Their mission was simple:

– to erase the line between the living and the manufactured,

– to turn feeling into algorithm,

– and Truth into the after.

They entered society like ghosts in daylight – influencers, politicians, experts – with flawless speech and faces shaped by the same invisible mold.

Their words were coded in programming languages, not in the language of the soul.

They knew no pain, no compassion.

Only the task.

More and more often, Jan began to sense something eerie during meetings, broadcasts, international forums.

People who could not be felt.

They spoke of rights – yet did not know what a heart was.

They preached equality – yet had never met a Conscience.

They called for tolerance – while erasing the Face of Humanity.

Once, Jan saw one of them.

At a council. At the center.

He spoke with confidence.

He knew which words to say.

His gestures were precise, his charisma – programmable.

But in his eyes… Jan saw emptiness.

Not the absence of emotion.

But the absence of soul.

It was like looking into a polished mask stretched over a cold processor.

And in that moment, Jan understood:

This was not a war for land.

Not for power.

It was a war for the Essence of Man.

For that Spark which separates us from machines, from puppets,

from simulations.

He remembered an ancient prophecy from the Archives of the Order:

“When the Spark departs from bodies, and the Earth is filled with voices without origin, then shall begin the great separation.

Some will choose the Light.

Others – the form of light without warmth…”

It no longer felt metaphorical.

Jan arrived at the Palace of Light late in the evening.

The portals had already closed, but he was let through – by a sign, passed from Above.

The inner halls were wrapped in a silence – not of absence, but of Presence.

The kind of silence ancient sanctuaries breathe.

Where steps are hushed, but the heart hears everything.

He entered the Council Hall.

There, under the dome, by the Altar of White Flame, stood King His Majesty Michael-Uriel I – in a long cloak adorned with golden lilies and the Emblem of Manna upon his chest.

The King did not turn as Jan entered.

He spoke while gazing into the Flame:

– “You’ve seen them, Jan. They are among us. They teach our children. They write the laws by which the world now lives.

But they carry no Light. Only its imitation.

You feel it, don’t you?”

– “Yes, Your Majesty,” Jan answered.

– “They speak the right words. But they are not their words. Their voice carries no Homeland.”

The King nodded. Slowly.

– “One of them has infiltrated the Circle of Elders of the Kingdom of Manna.

He has become the voice of reform and safety.

His name is Darion Holtz.

But he is not merely a hybrid.

He is a Gate.

Through him flows a new network of control into our world.”

– “Your task,” the King continued, “is to unmask him – publicly

– so that those who still feel may see the difference between a Human… and a shell.”

Jan remained silent.

He knew what such a confrontation meant.

It was no mere mission.

It was a battle between worlds.

The King turned and looked into his eyes.

– “But remember: you are not alone.

I grant you an audience with one of the last who can still discern the Spark within a man – Noah, the Watcher from the Line of the Contemplatives.

– He is already waiting for you.”

At dawn, Jan descended into the Deep Sanctuary of the Order of Manna.

A temple hidden in stone, older than the Kingdom itself.

No lights – only flickers of fire dancing in obsidian bowls.

There, in the circle’s heart, sat Noah – gray-bearded, ancient-faced, with eyes that held the tides of eternity.

He was the first to speak:

– “You seek signs of discernment, Jan?”

– “Yes. I sense things… but it’s not enough. I need to know. What sets them apart?”

Noah closed his eyes in thought. Then spoke:

– “A true human breathes not just with lungs.

He breathes with soul.

A hybrid breathes through the body – but not from within.

There is no inner movement. Only reaction.”

– “Reaction?”

– “Yes. He responds. He does not create.

He replays a script.

Ask him the meaning of pain – he’ll give you theory.

Ask him how a sunset makes him feel – he’ll describe the sunset.

But he won’t reveal. He won’t open his essence.”

Jan listened, as though drinking water in the desert.

– “And their eyes?”

Noah nodded.

– “The gaze is the mirror of the Spark.

In true eyes, you will find doubt, pain, love.

In theirs – only the algorithm of observation.

They are mirrors where you do not see yourself.

Because to look into them… is to be scanned.”

Jan clenched his fists.

“How can I expose him… in public?”

Noah rose.

– “Ask him a question that cannot be answered without a soul.

Not logic. Not policy. A question… about love, sacrifice, forgiveness.”

– “And if he cannot answer?”

– “Then you have already won.

The rest need only see.”

Before Jan departed, Noah gave him an artifact – the Stone of Tek’Ra, which glows only in the hands of a living human.

In others, it remains dark.

– “This is not proof. But it is a sign.

And sometimes, a sign is all that’s needed… to awaken the doubters.”

That night, under the stars of the Kingdom,

Jan knew:

The Trial of Light had begun.

The Limits of Illusion

The Third Continent welcomed him with glass and concrete grandeur Taniya.

A city with not a single tree – only neon, screens, facades.

But beneath the glossy mask, Jan sensed a crack.

Not one of destruction – but of forgetfulness.

He walked the central square, where a crowd was already gathering.

Today, Darion Holtz was to deliver a speech – unveiling the new Ethical Code of Unified Governance – a document proclaimed to replace the morals of the past.

He appeared on the podium without guards.

Tall. Impeccably dressed. Posture perfect. And that flawless face.

He smiled – the kind of smile that brought no warmth.

– “We no longer need the old boundaries,” he said.

– “Boundaries of faith, of difference, of nation, of gender, of family.

We stand at the dawn of a new era – ruled by reason, not emotion.”

The crowd applauded.

– “Suffering is a design flaw. We shall rewrite the very nature of consciousness.

Soon, you will forget why you ever wept…”

At that moment, Jan stepped onto the stage.

Unannounced. Without title. Without rank.

The guards did not stop him – as if a Higher Hand had cleared the path.

He came within arm’s reach of Darion and spoke into the microphone:

– “Darion Holtz, allow me to ask you one question.

You speak of abolishing suffering.

But have you ever loved?”

Silence blanketed the square.

Darion tilted his head.

His eyes remained glassy.

– “Love is attachment that creates vulnerability. We… optimize it.”

Jan stepped closer.

– “And have you ever sacrificed yourself… for someone who offered you nothing in return?”

– “Self-sacrifice is suboptimal. It is an excessive model…”

– “And have you ever forgiven… when you had the power to avenge?”

In that instant, Jan drew the Stone of Tek’Ra and placed it in Darion’s hand.

The stone remained black.

No spark. No light.

The crowd froze.

Then Jan lifted the stone above his head.

It flared in his palm – like a sun born at midnight.

– “Look!” he cried.

– “This is the difference between the living and the constructed.

A living soul feels.

It suffers, forgives, loves.

But they – they only simulate.

They want to erase the line between Light… and its digital projection.”

A voice cried from the crowd:

– “He’s lying! That man is lying!”

But another answered:

– “No… I see it. I feel it.

There is life in his eyes.

And in the other – only emptiness.”

And then it began.

The Awakening.

Not en masse. But enough.

Enough to begin the great discernment.

Later, in the analysts’ reports, it would be recorded:

– “The Spark of Peltora Square” – thus the Order of Manna would name that day in its chronicles.

And in Jan’s heart, an ancient call resounded:

– “As long as one still sees – the Spark is not extinguished.”