There was a moment when I began to write without knowing why. The words arrived like a flow, a voice that was not only mine and that I felt passing through me, beyond time and space. I never thought of writing a book, and one day I found myself with pages of something I had received.
These texts carry frequencies impressed into matter: they work beyond the rational level, they touch forgotten parts and reactivate what you have always known. Because true knowing is not learned, it is remembered. If you are here, perhaps something within you is knocking.