When Gold Became a Word. The Story of a Treasure That Found Its Voice Preface

When Gold Became a Word

The Story of a Treasure That Found Its Voice Preface

Serge De Brook

© Serge De Brook, 2025

ISBN 978-5-0067-7934-1

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«When Gold Became a Word» – The Story of a Treasure That Found Its Voice

Preface

«Words can be heavier than gold —

but only when they are spoken from the heart.»

– From the Duke of the Kingdom of Manna, Dr. Jan Kowalski

You know, there are moments in life when everything suddenly comes together into a single, unimaginably harmonious mosaic.

It’s as if you’ve been wandering around in the fog for a long time – between numbers, destinies, stories – and suddenly someone lifts the curtain.

And you see: this is not just finance, not just a system. This is a mirror of Humanity. And a guide to its destiny.

When His Majesty – Michael Uriel Gabriel Raphael Zafkiel All Saints, Supreme Monarch, Commander-in-Chief, Grand Master of the Order of the Knights of the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna – entrusted me with the development of a universal model for managing planetary finances, I, to be honest, froze.

Not from fear. But from the awareness of depth.

It wasn’t an order… It was like a revelation.

To create a system in which money will regain its soul.

Where every transaction will be filled with meaning, and the energy of evolution will become currency. To create an architecture in which cooperatives are the living cells of the new world, and the Treasury is the heart that distributes the light.

We called it the Planetary Treasury of the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna.

But this is only the external form.

Inside is philosophy. Meaningful economy. Sacred assets. Blockchain with a human face. DAO that hears the voice of the soul.

I started with notebooks. Then maps. Then sleepless nights in the Hall of Reflections of the Ministry of Science.

Then there were the first models. Mistakes. There was no collapse – because we acted from the heart.

And then… a miracle happened.

It manifested itself in a cooperative on the coast of New Zealand.

In a children’s center in Ecuador. In a meditation on a Dubai rooftop, when the system of meaning clearing was first activated. The model came to life.

And then I realized:

we are not just creating a new financial system.

We are creating a mirror of the New Civilization.

This story is not about finances.

This is a chronicle of the formation of the Mission. This is a conversation with everyone who feels that it is time for the Earth to move from survival to prosperity.

This is a memory. This is an instruction. This is a call.

And if you are reading these lines, it means that you are also part of this transition.

Take them as a key.

Because Gold is not in bars.

Gold is in Thought.

And in Mission.

– Jan Kowalski

Temple of Light,

Duke of the Sovereign Kingdom of Manna

Chapter 1. The Mystical Command of His Majesty

«When the call comes from the root of power,

and the command comes not from the mind but from the heart, then the command becomes a prophecy, and service becomes a path to transforming the world.»

– From the scrolls of the Order of Light

The morning sun softly filtered through the thick curtains of the antique study. In this space, where every item held a history – from the worn leather bindings on the shelves to the darkened bronze candlesticks – Jan Kowalski sat at a massive oak table. The table – as if carved from the very base of the ancient tree – bore the marks of time, just like the owner of the study himself.

In front of him were neat stacks of documents, folders with coats of arms, a hand-drawn diagram of some financial architecture. But his gaze was unfocused.

Thoughts wandered. Somewhere between the past and the future. Between duty and call.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee, mixed with the scent of wax candles and old books, created a sense of concentrated calm. But there was tension in the air.

He knew something big was coming.

And it happened.

The telephone on the antique table came to life. One short beep. Without further ado.

A call from the Royal Palace.

When Jan Kowalski arrived in the throne room, time seemed to slow down.

Marble columns, shadows from stained glass windows, the knights of the Order in solemn silence.

And in the center is He. The King.

Michael Uriel Gabriel Raphael Zafkiel All Saints.

Supreme Monarch, Commander-in-Chief, Grand Master.

– « Jan Kowalski, «His Majesty’s voice echoed through the hall like thunder.

– « I have not called you simply as a Duke. I have called you as the Guardian of our fate.»

Jan stood motionless. Everything inside him clenched. Not from fear.

From realization.

– «The Kingdom is on the threshold of great changes,» the King continued, and every word was powerful.

– «We must create a universal model of financial management. But not a model from the past. A model from the future. It will be the foundation of a new era.»

Pause. Jan held his breath.

– You are to lead this project. You will act on behalf of the Ministry of Science, under my protection and my supervision. And remember, Jan… This is not just a job. This is a mystical mandate.

Silence fell over the room. Deep. Slow.

As if the air itself had become denser.

Jan bowed slowly. He knew there was no turning back.

Later, walking back along the long galleries of the palace, he reflected.

– What does this mean, «mandate»?

– It’s not an order. It’s… trust? A test? A sign of fate?

On his way he met an old friend, an archivist and former philosophy teacher, Count Arthur Edelstein. He looked at Jan and smiled reservedly.

– «You look like you’ve been given the key to the future… but haven’t figured out which door yet».

Jan smiled slightly, although there was a hint of tension in his eyes.

– «I received an order. From the King himself.

And this is not just a project. This is… a mission».

The next day he was standing in front of the team.

The hall in the Ministry of Science was both modern and solemn. Cherry wood paneling, mirrored screens, light pouring down from above, like in a cathedral. On the walls were portraits of great reformers, thinkers, architects of the new world.

There are people in front of him.

Not just specialists.

They were the chosen ones.

– «Welcome to the beginning».

Jan spoke calmly, but there was a hidden energy in every word.

– We are facing a task that the world has not yet solved. We will not simply create a financial system. We will create a living organism. An economy with a soul.

Dr. Emilia Levitskaya, an economist with a philosophical mindset, was the first to raise her hand.

– «I believe in you, Duke. I know you’re not afraid to go against the grain. And I’m here to offer everything I know – and more».

Maxim Tarasenko, a former banker with experience in London, nodded:

– «We need to do more than just create a structure. We need to build trust. First between us. Then with the people. Then with the world».

And finally, Alena is a young programmer with eyes full of stars.

– «I can design a blockchain that will sense. Not just count. React. Protect».

Jan nodded. He felt that the team had been found.

And each one here was like a note in a great chord.

But it was at that moment that he entered the hall.

Count Victor Stanislavovich.

Senior Advisor to the King. Silent guardian of order.

– «Do you all understand that the fate of the kingdom depends on you?»

He said, as if cutting through the air with his voice.

– « Make no mistake. Because we no longer have the right to make mistakes.»

Silence. Stillness. And then – a breath.

Jan stepped forward.

– «We will not be mistaken, my lord. Because we do not work. We serve. And we believe.

«We must create a system that will not only work, but will serve people,»

Maxim said, his voice sounding confident.

– «I am ready to offer several ideas, but we need to discuss how to implement them.»

Jan felt the enthusiasm growing in the room. Each team member brought their own ideas and vision. Among them was a young programmer named Alena, who worked on digital solutions. She spoke enthusiastically about the possibilities of blockchain and its role in creating a transparent financial system.

– «We can use technology to ensure safety and security,»

she said, her eyes shining with excitement.

Jan felt that all participants were ready to cooperate. He took the floor, trying to convey the importance of their mission.

– «We are faced with a historic task,» he said, looking at each of his colleagues.

– «Our work will not only affect our country, but the entire world. We must create a model that will serve as a model for others.»

The team continued their discussion, and soon the room was filled with creativity and collaboration. Each of them understood that they were part of something bigger than just a project. This was their common destiny, their mystical mandate.

That evening, alone, he sat again at the oak table.

At dawn. With a cup of cold coffee. With rough drafts of the model. With a sense of fate.

And at that moment he understood:

the past and the future were intertwined in one moment.

And it all begins. Here. And now.

The next day, Jan Kowalski stood in front of his team, gathered in a conference room, and enthusiastically began discussing the tasks ahead.

– «So, colleagues,» he began, leaning on the table,

– «we have some difficult work ahead of us, but I am confident that together we can achieve success. Let’s look at the key tasks that need to be solved».

Dr. Emilia Levitskaya, sitting opposite, raised her hand.

– «The first thing we need to do,» she said, «is to analyze existing financial systems. We need to understand what works and what doesn’t. That will give us the basis for our model».

– «Very well, Emilia,» Jan nodded.

– «I will ask you to lead this task. We need to identify the strengths and weaknesses of current models, both in our kingdom and beyond.»

Maxim Tarasenko, an experienced financier, added:

– After the analysis, we must develop a concept for a universal model. This will be a basis that will take into account the needs of our population. We can use examples of successful systems from other countries.

– «That’s right, Maxim,» agreed Jan.

– «I’ll ask you and Emilia to work together on this concept.»

At this point, a young programmer, Alena, joined the conversation.

«We also need to integrate modern technologies,» she said enthusiastically.

– «Blockchain and artificial intelligence can significantly improve security and efficiency.»

«That’s a great idea, Alena,» Jan replied.

– «I hope you can lead this part of the work.»

Dr. Levitskaya added:

– «To successfully implement the model, we need to create a single digital platform for financial management. This will ensure interaction between cooperatives and simplify the process».

– «I agree,» said Jan, «this is critical.

– -«We must appoint a group to develop this platform.»

Maxim raised his hand again.

– «Don’t forget about training. We need to train cooperative employees so that they can work with the new systems».

– «That’s right,» Jan confirmed.

– «I’ll ask you to take on this task, Maxim. Training must be a priority.»

Alena added:

– «And we need a feedback system. We need to know how users react to the new model. This will help us adapt».

«Absolutely,» said Jan.

«We will create a mechanism to collect feedback from users in order to constantly improve our model.»

At this moment, Count Viktor Stanislavovich, standing at the door, interrupted the discussion.

– «And don’t forget about the risks,» he said with a serious expression.

– «We need to assess the possible risks of implementation and prepare recommendations for their minimization.»

Jan nodded in agreement.

– «Yes, Count, it is very important. We must be prepared for anything.

And finally,» added Jan,

«We need to prepare a presentation for His Majesty. We need to convince him of our model and gain support.»

The team whispered among themselves, exchanging determined glances. Jan could feel the energy in the air. They were ready for the challenge, and each of them understood their role in this great undertaking.

In the quiet of the flickering conference room, Jan’s team continued to discuss the potential risks associated with their project.

Jan, sitting on the edge of the table, started the conversation.

«So, colleagues,» he said,

– «we need to identify the risks that could affect the success of our model. What do you think?»

Dr. Emilia Levitskaya, with a serious expression on her face, raised her hand.

– «The first thing that comes to mind is financial instability. If we do not take into account the fluctuations in the markets, our model may be at risk».

Maxim Tarasenko nodded.

– «That’s right, Emilia. There are also political risks to consider. If there are changes in government in our kingdom or beyond, it could affect our financial decisions.

Alena, sitting on the edge of the table, quietly said:

– «Don’t forget about technological risks. If we implement new systems and they turn out to be vulnerable to hacker attacks, this could undermine user trust».

Jan listened carefully, feeling the growing tension in the room fill the air.

– «Yes, technology risks are critical,» he agreed.

– «We need to assess vulnerabilities and develop strategies to minimize them.»

Emilia continued:

– «And one more thing: lack of public trust. If people don’t believe in our model, it is doomed to fail. We must work on transparency and openness».

Maxim added:

– «It is also necessary to consider the risks associated with training. If our employees are not prepared for new systems, this may lead to disruptions in work».

Jan thought for a moment, then said with determination:

– «All these risks are important, and we must carefully assess them. But let’s not forget the most important thing: our task is to create a system that will serve people».

Alena, with energy in her voice, continued:

– « I propose to develop a risk management plan that will include all these aspects. We can create a working group that will deal with this task».

«That’s a great idea,» Jan said, looking around at his colleagues.

– «Let’s assign Emilia and Maxim to this group.»

The assembled group nodded, understanding that each of them played an important role in this process.

«And remember,» Jan added,

– «Our success depends not only on assessing risks, but also on our ability to adapt to them. We must be flexible and ready for change.»

Dr. Emilia Levitskaya raised her hand.

– «I think transparency of processes is key. We should publish regular reports on our progress so that people can see how we work and ask questions».

Maxim Tarasenko nodded.

– «I agree. Openness will create a sense of involvement. We could organize public forums where residents can voice their concerns and suggestions».

Alena, sitting in the corner, added:

– «This is a great idea! We should also conduct educational programs. People should understand how our model works and what technologies we use. This will help dispel myths and fears».

«Pilot projects can also play an important role,» Jang said, raising his eyebrows.

– «If we launch several small projects in different regions, it will demonstrate the effectiveness of the model in practice.»

Emilia nodded vigorously.

– «Yes, successful examples will help to gain trust. I also propose to create a partnership with public organizations. If NGOs support us, it will add legitimacy».

Maxim added:

– «We could form an independent committee of experts to monitor our process and make recommendations. This would show that we are open to criticism and willing to take opinions into account».

Alena, inspired, suggested:

– «And don’t forget about social media! We can actively use them to disseminate information, answer questions, and receive feedback. This will create a dialogue with the population and help build trust».

Jan nodded, feeling the ideas begin to intertwine.

– «This all sounds promising. We need to promise continuous improvement of the model based on feedback. This will show that we are ready to listen and take into account the opinions of citizens».

The room fell silent as everyone considered how their actions could change the fate of the kingdom. This wasn’t just a project; it was a mission in which each of them was a part of something greater.

Chapter 2. The Shadow of Doubt, the Light of Revelation

«True confidence is not in knowledge, but in trusting the call that sounds within.»

– From Jan Kowalski’s letters to himself

Night enveloped Jan Kowalski’s office in a soft semi-darkness. The table lamp and the smoldering candle cast a cozy halo of light on the walls, like a lonely star in the silent cosmos of the room.

In this pool of light, the old leather chair in which Jan sat seemed an extension of himself, so deep was he in thought. Drawings and notes were scattered on the table in front of him, and Jan peered at them as if conducting a thought experiment: he was searching for something more than dry logic in the lines and symbols.

Each line, each symbol on paper were not just elements of a future project for him, but a reflection of his inner world, formulas of his soul. He understood that the model that the King had commissioned him to create should not be a cold engineering structure. It had to be brought to life – to be imbued with soul and deep meaning.

Jan dreamed of a structure that functioned like a living organism. In such a system, money would not be just numbers, but a pulsating energy, like an electric current running through the veins of society and connecting its parts.

Doubt crept into his soul as soon as the familiar sounds of the day died down.

– «Will I be able to?»

This question buzzed in my head like an annoying fly, giving me no peace.

– «Isn’t it too daring to try to build the architecture of the future when the present itself is still shaky and uncertain?»

Every time he tried to mentally construct his plan, obstacles appeared on the way. Fears and insecurities were like frictional forces that slowed the forward movement of his thoughts. A premonition of failure gripped his mind with a coldness, like a night wind penetrating through a thin crack.

Remembering the look in His Majesty’s eyes, Jan felt a spark of confidence light up in his soul. There was no hint of severity or pressure in the King’s eyes, only quiet expectation and unwavering confidence. It was as if the monarch knew in advance that Jan would succeed, even when Jan himself was full of doubts. This trust acted as a catalyst. The King’s gaze became a beacon for him, illuminating the path in a stormy sea of uncertainty, like the North Star by which a sailor aligns his course in the night.

Suddenly, Jan jumped up, unable to sit still any longer. He went to the window and looked at the night that had enveloped the world outside the glass. The thick darkness seemed impenetrable, but something was flickering in the distance.

Squinting, he saw a faint point of light on the horizon. Perhaps it was a lone star, or a distant light, but either way, that distant light beckoned him. It was no mere random glow.

Jan felt a promise in it, a call that awakened warmth in his chest. It was as if a torch of inspiration had lit within him, dispelling the darkness of doubt.

Returning to the table, Jan gripped the pen tightly. His hand shook slightly, not from fatigue, but from the excitement that overwhelmed him. The first lines and symbols began to appear on the paper – and they immediately ceased to be just a drawing.

Each line he drew was like a graph of an unknown function taking shape right before his eyes. He felt the impulse and rhythm in each curve, heard a silent call teasing his consciousness like an unsolved riddle that needed to be solved. Jan understood that now he was not just drawing a project – he was present at the birth of a new idea that insistently demanded to be realized.

Thus, the first drawing was born. It was not yet perfect. The lines did not form clear boundaries, the forms remained unfinished. But the drawing already lived its own life. Its strokes seemed to breathe, and in each bend a sketch of the future was already visible. It was like a crystal beginning to grow out of the chaos of molecules: at first formless, but already bearing the idea of a structure. Even in these imperfect lines there was a hidden harmony that promised to be revealed with time.

At that moment, Jan grasped an important principle: before building a model for the world, he must create its ideal image within himself. It was not for nothing that the sages said that everything is born twice – first in thoughts, then in reality.

Now that the image of the future structure had clearly emerged in his mind, his previous doubts had dissipated like fog under the rays of the rising sun. Only the light of confidence remained.

Jan felt he was ready to take on this challenge. Now he could create something that would change not only his own destiny, but also the lives of many people around him.

With each new stroke of the pen, Jan felt the remnants of uncertainty recede, giving way to inspiration. It seemed that the very idea of the new model began to live its own life and guide his hand.

This drawing was not just a diagram on paper – it was the first step towards the realization of a dream, towards the realization of the hopes and aspirations of the entire people.

In the process of creativity, Jan realized that the true power of a creator lies not only in the abundance of knowledge or the accuracy of calculations, but also in the ability to listen to the quiet inner voice.

It was the combination of reason and intuition, science and soul that led him forward, paving the way to the future.

Chapter 3. The Golden Pledge, the Ancient Guardian’s

«The true value of gold is not in its weight, but in the history it holds.»

– From the Treasury Archives of the Kingdom of Manna

Manila airport greeted him with stuffiness and the ringing of alien speech. Jan did not like long flights, but this was different. From the very beginning, he felt that the trip to Southeast Asia was not just a mission, but a dedication.

In his hands he held a briefcase with the engraving of the Kingdom of Mann. Inside were scrolls, certified copies of the mission protocol, a letter from His Majesty, and a thin leather notebook where all his thoughts about the emission model of the future were written down.

But now all of that seemed secondary. His attention was drawn to the man standing at the end of the arrivals hall.

Tall. Age impossible to determine. White, almost silver hair. Dressed simply – in a white shirt and a scarf, woven, it seemed, from threads of sand. He did not introduce himself. He only bowed silently, and Jan, as if on an invisible signal, followed him.