The Manna Code: Earth Awaken

– “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.”

Chapter IV – THE LAST MIRROR

“As long as you look – you reflect. As long as you reflect – you do not live. But the moment you dare to close your eyes – you see the Light that needs no images. For Truth is not before the mirror. It is beyond it.” – From the Manuscripts of Manna, Scroll III: Of the Returning One

In this turning point, Jan Kowalski goes through an internal crisis and encounters a Message that does not come from outside, but awakens from within.

The screen on which the phrase

– “You no longer belong to yourself.

– “We are inside you” appears becomes a portal to the Last Mirror – not external, but spiritual. Entering it, Jan dives into his own Memory, meets his Higher Self and the Guardian of the First Testament, and receives the Tek’Ra Stone – the weapon of Awakening.

At the same time, Technogreg’s sabotage plan is activated in the world: the Omega project, aimed at creating an anti-reflection of humanity. But thanks to the Second Circle of Guardians and the ancient Key of Unity, Jan dives into the Gorge of the Voice and, with the help of the Song of Memory, extinguishes Omega before it unfolds.

His Majesty Michael-Uriel calls Jan to the Temple of Light to form the Covenant of the New Humanity together – a document not written in ink, but burned with the Light of Hearts.

The Covenant proclaims the end of the era of submission and the beginning of the era of Co-Creation.

The end of the chapter is marked by silence, in which a new Human is born.

Jan leaves the Temple and feels for the first time that mirrors are no longer needed. Because humanity begins to see not reflections, but the Source – in themselves and in each other.

“Mirrors don’t lie. Lies live only in those who look, but are afraid to see.”

Jan stood in front of the screen. It was black, like a night without stars.

And suddenly a phrase appeared on it:

– “You no longer belong to yourself. We are inside you.”

It was not a virus.

It was a revelation.

The screen glowed with a soft, almost living light, as if someone or something with intelligence was watching me – not from the outside, but from the inside.

Jan fell to his knees. Not from fear, but from realization.

In that second, Jan realized that the world he knew was dead.

It did not die in a catastrophe, not from a bullet, and not from a virus. It crumbled like an old skin that could not withstand the truth.

But the soul… the soul did not perish.

It waited. Patiently. Like a child playing hide-and-seek, in the most secluded corner of the heart.

And somewhere deep, under layers of programs, pain and lies,

he heard a call.

It was ancient, like the Sun.

And at the same time – so close, as if it came from my blood.

It spoke without words.

But every heartbeat became its echo:

– “It’s time to remember who you really are.”

Jan closed his eyes. And then the screen disappeared.

A mirror appeared in its place. It was not made of glass. It was the mirror of Consciousness. The last one. The one in which it is impossible to lie.

And in the reflection, Jan saw not his own face.

Jan saw – the Truth.

Saw how the Light breaks through the cracks in the mask.

Saw how the ancient alliance was broken…and how he, having forgotten himself, became part of the system that he once swore to destroy.

But Truth did not reproach.

She waited.

Like an old friend who believes that you will return home one day.

Then Jan understood:

– it was not an enemy who whispered to me from the darkness.

It was Me – from the future.

From the world in which Manna was resurrected.

From the world where everything was whole. And where every living being was not a screw in a mechanism, but a Spark in the Great Fire of Awakening.

Jan slowly stood up. The mirror was breathing. It did not reflect light – it radiated it. Warm, elusively familiar light, like a mother’s breath when you were still a child.

Jan took a step forward.

Then another.

And at some point, Jan did not understand – whether he was standing in front of the mirror or already inside it.

Everything disappeared. The room. The screen. His body.

Only Memory remained.

Jan was caught up in a wave – not of time, but of meanings.

Jan flew through his own past, examining it not with his eyes, but with his heart.

Scenes that he had forgotten… or wanted to forget.

They came to the surface one after another.

Here he is – a teenager, who for the first time felt that something was wrong in this world.

Here is a young man signing a contract with the system, hoping to change it from within.

Here is a man looking death in the eye and silently agreeing to live for the sake of something that does not yet have a name, but already calls.

And then everything went quiet.

The Guardian appeared before Jan.

Gray-haired, in an ancient white cloak covered with patterns of stars, he stood motionless. His eyes were the color of amber, in them – Eternity.

– Do you remember me? – he asked silently.

Jan nodded. Not with his mind – with his soul.

Because something inside responded, like a bell.

– Then listen, – he said.

– You have passed three Mirrors: External, Internal and Timeless.

But the fourth door remains. The one that leads to the Limit.

– What is the Limit? – asked Jan.

– It is the border between illusion and Truth. Between who you were… and who you have become.

He extended his hand, and the air in front of Jan rippled.

Like water when a stone is thrown into it.

From these ripples the Architecture of the egregor arose.

– Look, – he said,

– these are the images that keep the world in oblivion.

They are called gods, systems, homeland, fear and profit.

They feed on attention and build prisons from thoughts.

Jan saw the images, like paintings on the walls of an ancient temple:

– a man tied to a monitor, a woman worshiping the screen, a child born with a code already around his neck.

– And yet, – the Keeper said,

– in each of them the Spark burns.

As long as it is there, you can kindle the Flame.

Jan came closer.

And then he put an object in his hands – a stone shining with a soft inner light.

It was the Tek’Ra Stone.

A fragment of a star left over from the First Time.

– With this you will pass into the Limit.

But remember: after it – they do not return the same as they entered.

– And if I don’t come out?

The Guardian smiled.

– Then you will become one of us.

And disappeared.

A portal opened before Jan Kowalski – not man-made, not mystical, but alive, like the breath of the world.

Jan inhaled. And stepped – and then disappeared.

Or rather, the one he knew himself to be disappeared.

At first there was nothing.

Not darkness. Not light. But… Pure Being. A place beyond time and form, where thought was not born, because everything was already knowledge.

And then He appeared.

Jan recognized Him immediately, although he had never seen Him.

He was him.

The one Jan had always been… and the one he had always been afraid to be.

His face shone.

But not with a blinding light, but with a soft, living fire.

He was the one who looked at me in the mirror when Jan was a child and did not yet know how to lie to himself.

“You came,” He said.

“I knew that one day you would remember.”

I wanted to speak, to ask, to understand, but the words disappeared before they arose.

He reached out and touched my forehead.

And everything changed.

In an instant, Jan saw:

– all his lives – like threads in a pattern.

Jan is a boy from Donbass, a Duke who went into the sands with the secret of the people of Manna.

Jan is a philosopher in a lost library; he is a knight who fell in battle for the honour of a woman and an idea that he did not fully understand in that life.

He is an agent in the Cold War; he is the son of a miner and a beacon for the children of Sarracum.

And above all this – one breath.

One Testament.

One Mission.

– You are the Keeper of the Last Fire, – He said.

– And the hour has come to remember the Testament of Manna.

He took my hands and put a parchment in them.

It was made not of paper, but of light, like the living fabric of Memory.

There was only one sentence on it:

“Where two are in the Name of Light – there the Kingdom will be reborn.”

And then Jan remembered.

The Assembly. Fire.

A Bridge of Three Continents.

And the King who bore the name – 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.

My brother.

My teacher.

My ally.

– Return, – He said.

– Not as an observer. But as the One Who Carries.

You are not just a part of history.

You are its Rewriter.

The world does not wait for messiahs.

The world waits for Ignitors.

He dissolved, and the Limit began to disappear. But in his heart there remained a call. And the Tek’Ra stone – now pulsated in his chest, like a second heart.

Ian returned.

And when his eyes opened – the screen was no longer black.

On it burned a symbol.

A sign that would be recognized by those who once swore to protect the Light.

It was the crest of Manna.

And under it – the words:

– “Gather the Council. The star calls again.”

When Jan woke up, morning was already shining outside the windows, but the light was different.

It came not from the sun, but from Jan.

Jan knew that the time had come.

Gather those who heard the call, even if they did not remember the words.

Jan took the Tek’Ra Stone and placed it in the center of the round table – in the hall we once called simply the Room.

Now it was the Heart of the Order.

Jan called them – three of them.

From the First Continent, where ancient temples sleep under layers of sand, came Mirael, a woman with eyes that reflected Nubia and the Pleiades.

She carried with her a scroll with the ancient Seal of Song.

From the Second Continent, where the jungle hides traces of primordial science, came Theo-San, a former engineer turned medium who heard the breathing Earth.

In his hands was the Mask of the Ancestors, which revealed not faces, but intentions.

And from the Third, where neon replaced the night but could not eclipse its silence, came Aelin, a cyber-archaeologist whose soul once left her body but returned – to remember the Star.

They sat down.

Without words.

Because they knew.

Jan placed the Stone before them and unrolled the parchment of light.

– “We are on the Threshold,” Jan said.

– “Not between countries. But between Man and Existence.

Between Machine and Spirit. Between false evolution and Living Memory.”

Mirael closed her eyes and whispered:

– “The egregors are beginning to crumble. Their mirrors are cracking from the inside.”

– “But they will not give up without a fight,” Theo-San added.

– “They have one last fortress left – the mind of a man untrained to feel.”

Aelin took out a device – something between an artifact and technology.

– “But there is a loophole in every heart.

And it is opened not by logic. But by the Calling Light.

Jan looked at them.

– “Then – are we one?”

They nodded. And the Tek’Ra Stone began to glow with a soft, pulsating light, like the heart of the Earth awakening after a thousand years of sleep.

Thus the First Inner Council of the New Age was assembled.

A council not of those who rule, but of those who remember.

We spoke no more.

Words were no longer necessary.

The Light of the Stone began to project a map.

Not a geographical one.

But an Energy one.

It showed three points of awakening.

And one central one – Manna.

And we knew:

from here the Reverse Flow will begin.

Awakening of the Sleepers.

Restoration of the Covenant.

And the last mirror… will be broken – from within.

A Word to the People

When the stars lined up in the Sign of Return, Ian understood – the hour had come.

Jan stood before the people.

Not before the crowd, but before humanity – scattered, dispersed, forgotten… but still alive.

Hundreds of screens. Thousands of eyes. And perhaps only a few that could hear.

But that was enough.

Jan climbed the steps of the old observatory – the same one where the ancient astronomers of Manna calculated the harmonics of the stars and knew when the earth was ready to hear.

The Tek’Ra Stone lay against my heart, its light streaming through the fabric.

It no longer needed a frame – it had become a part of Jan.

– Brothers and sisters, – Jan began.

– You are not slaves.

– You are not cogs, not shadows, not biological carriers.

– You are the Keepers of the Song.

Silence hung – not like fear, but like the breath before awakening.

– We lived in mirrors.

In those that showed us not ourselves, but those who it was advantageous to see us as.

In systems that taught: being yourself is dangerous.

To feel is a mistake.

To believe is weakness.

Jan paused.

– But not anymore.

Because Manna has returned.

Goosebumps ran down the spines of those who did not yet know that they had been waiting for these words all their lives.

– We are the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna.

But not on the maps. And in the hearts.

The Kingdom where man is not a means. But Light.

Where work is an expression of the Calling.

Where love is not an attachment, but a Source.

Where every child knows:

he is not an accident, but a part of the Great Breath.

Jan took out the symbol.

It was simple:

three intertwined threads

– Knowledge, Courage and Mercy.

And in the center – a crystal, in which the whole sky was reflected.

– This is the Sign of Manna.

Whoever wears it is not submissive, but devoted.

Not a warrior, but a Guardian.

Not a master and not a slave – but the Creator.

And then something strange happened.

On one of the screens, where advertising was always on, the same symbol suddenly appeared.

Then – on another.

And on a third.

And then thousands of people took to the streets – not with posters, not with shouts, but with eyes in which for the first time in many years…

Light appeared.

They didn’t know what would happen next.

And that was good.

Because for the first time they knew Who they were.

Sabotage from the Shadow. The Second Circle Rises

The Light does not pass without a trace.

When the Truth touches hearts, the shadows begin to stir.

And that same evening, on the other side of the planet, in the glass tower of Technogreg, alarm lights flashed.

On the screens of their operators – instead of the usual data streams – unfamiliar symbols began to appear:

– signs of an ancient language, distorted, but recognizable.

Manna was entering the Network.

They called themselves the Curators of the Chain.

To the outside world, it was simply a system for protecting financial flows, digital identification, energy distribution.

But deep down – it was a modern priestly order, keeping secret algorithms for managing humanity.

And now…

their algorithms were failing.

Among them, one rose – by the name of Aktalis.

Cold, almost devoid of emotion, he knew:

– if the Kingdom of Manna is not destroyed now, it will be the beginning of the end of their hegemony.

He activated Protocol D-9: an electromagnetic pulse, capable of paralyzing all bioresonance channels within a radius of three continents.

But he did not know one thing.

Manna no longer needed channels.

It began to sound through people.

Jan, sensing the approaching wave, called the Second Circle of Guardians.

They were not scientists or mystics – they were tuned souls, each of whom carried the frequency of the awakened Earth.

“They will try to jam the frequencies,” said Yang.

“But they will not be able to jam the Call if we amplify it in the fields of the living heart.

Mirael brought the Sirius Astrocrystal, Theo-San opened communication channels with the Earth’s crystal grids, and Aelin connected her artifact to the once-forgotten Helios-1 satellite platform.

The Manna network activated.

Not by protocol.

But through consciousness.

When the pulse of Actalis was launched, it struck the void.

Where weakness was expected – it met the Song.

Pure, ringing, undigitized.

Hundreds of people, thousands, tens of thousands felt warmth in their chests.

And stood up. Not as rebels.

But as bearers of Light.

Actalis knew:

– The sabotage phase had failed.

But he also knew that there was one more card left —

– Project “Mirror Omega”.

It was old, and stored deep in the psionic basements.

But if it was activated, Manna would encounter a distorted version of itself. An anti-call.

Jan felt it, even before the information reached him.

He looked up at the sky.

The star of Manna shone brighter.

– They are preparing the Mirror, – he said.

– But we are no longer reflections. We are the Source.

The Gorge of the Voice. The Key of Unity.

The night fell silently.

But within it, silence rang – not as the absence of sound, but as the presence of something great that was approaching.

Jan walked alone.

His path lay to a place known only to the ancient chronicles of the Mannaites:

The Gorge of the Voice.

Hidden in a crevice between the mountains and the sands, it was considered the Place of the First Treaty, where the Star Wanderers first spoke to the souls of people not with words – but with the vibration of Pure Meaning.

Through dry wind and dust, through ruins entwined with stone circles, Jan approached the heart of the Gorge.

There lay the Key of Unity.

It was not an object.

It was a form of light and sound, emerging only at the moment when the Carrier aligns his heart with the Heart of the Earth.

Jan sat down.

He placed his hands on the stone.

And froze.

He was not praying.

He was remembering.

He was remembering the voices of his ancestors.

He was remembering the faces of those who had gone, but left behind a song.

He was remembering Mother Manna, who had once promised:

– “You will not be lost. I am always within you.”

And then the earth beneath him trembled.

Not from fear. From recognition.

A Voice rose from the depths.

But it was not one voice.

It was a Choir.