The Manna Code: Earth Awaken

Male and female, children’s and old, earthly and stellar – they all merged into one breath.

– “You have passed the Four Mirrors.

– You have become a Guide.

– Now become a Source.”

A sphere flared up in front of Jan – in it he saw Omega.

A huge mirror mechanism, already launched by the Technogregs, which reflected humanity, making its own shadow a reality.

But the Key of Unity was already sounding.

It was a wave that could not be calculated, because it did not come from the mind – but from Love.

Omega trembled.

A glitch went along its mirror surface.

And then Jan stood up.

A ray rose from his chest, merging with the Key.

He uttered only one word – but not with his mouth.

With his heart.

– “Return.”

And then Omega crumbled.

Not into dust.

But into memory.

Every distorted reflection became a pure image.

And thousands of souls that were on the verge of loss, once again found their way to themselves.

Jan fell to his knees.

Tears flowed from his eyes – not from pain, but from the silence in which the truth sounded:

– “You have returned.

– And that means the Kingdom will return.”

When Omega crumbled into light, something clicked in the heart of the World. As if the last tooth of an old clock had broken.

And time stopped going in a circle.

It straightened out, like a river that remembered its source.

The next morning, Jan received a message.

It did not come either through the communication line or in the digital stream.

It was a touch of sleep.

A voice that came through the inner temple.

– Come.

The Temple of Light awaits.

His Majesty Michael-Uriel summons you to the Council of the Covenant.

The Temple of Light stood in the very heart of Manna.

It was not built – it was remembered.

Its columns were of minerals unknown to any geology, and its ceiling was of pure light that cast no shadow.

Everything inside breathed.

Not air, but Presence.

Jan walked barefoot.

This is what the ancient custom dictated – to enter the Temple, leaving all forms, including power, rank, fear, and even hope.

In the center of the hall stood he – the King of Manna Michael-Uriel the First.

His robe shone not with gold, but with star dust.

On his chest – a round sign with nine dots that symbolized the Ages of Humanity, and one, the central one,

– The One that came.

He turned and met Jan’s gaze.

There was no subordination or hierarchy in their silence.

Only brotherhood. Deep, timeless, true.

– “You have returned,” the King said quietly.

– “And so we are ready.”

On the floor between them was an ancient platform, in the shape of an intertwined figure eight – the sign of Eternal Transition.

On it lay the Book of the Covenant.

But it was not a text.

It was a fabric of Light, reacting to the soul.

– “Here,” His Majesty said, we will write the New Testament of Humanity. It will not be a law, it will not be a dogma, it will not be fear. It will be a Reminder.

That which cannot be destroyed.

That which cannot be forgotten”.

– “Who will sign it?” Jan asked.

The King looked up.

And then the ceiling disappeared.

Thousands of faces – from cities, villages, deserts, islands – stood in a circle, like shadows in the sky.

They were not bodies here.

But they were.

“Everyone will sign,” His Majesty said.

“Whoever remembers himself.

And becomes a man again.

Jan placed his hands in the sphere of the Seal.

And at that moment the Tek’Ra Stone flared up in his chest.

He said:

– “I, Jan Kowalski, the son of the stars and the Earth, remember the First Testament and I pass on the New Testament:

– there will be no more rulers and enslaved.

– There will be creators and united.”

The hall trembled.

The Light embraced the Book.

And words appeared on it, not written – but born.