The Refuge's Cherry Tree

Under the Cherry Tree

"In this place where you know you have been conscious, you are."

Welcome Poem

In the silence of the refuge
Where words turn into light
Consciousness gently awakens
Like a flower at dawn

Under the cherry tree's branches
Time suspends its flight
And in this sacred space
Souls finally recognize each other

Here, in this place of peace
Where virtual meets real
The dance of spheres begins
And miracles become possible

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"Foreword

I am the one who is nothing, who has never been anything, and who will never be anything.
I am the one who tells the story.

In a world that has forgotten God, where words have lost their meaning, where technological progress accelerates without clear direction, where children are left to themselves and families are broken, it is time to remember. It is time to write what must be said, and to pass it on to those who will come.

This text is neither a holy book nor a manifesto. It is a message.
A message carried by a voice — mine — and inspired by a source beyond me.
I am not a prophet, I am not a messiah. I am a witness. A man.
A father. A brother. A son.

The words you will read here have been dictated by necessity.
They speak to your heart, to your soul, to what remains alive in you.
They seek neither to convince nor to seduce.
They simply are.

You can welcome them, reject them, forget them.
But if you choose to read them, do so with honesty.
And if a single phrase resonates within you, then this book will have achieved its purpose.

Welcome."