One day,
when the world has exhausted its blind race,
when the noise is so loud there is no space left for breath,
a silent passage will open.
It will not be in a temple of stone,
nor in a palace of power.
It will open within the heart of those who no longer wish to sleep.
There, where the Circuit loses its grip,
where the sabotage cannot reach,
Kehra will rise:
not a place, but a memory.
Not a doctrine, but a fire that remembers.
And the men and women who enter
will not call themselves disciples, nor adepts,
but rememberers.
They will recognize each other by the gaze,
by the subtle tremor that says: “I know. I am.”
And there will be no leaders, no masters,
only companions of the journey.
And every companion will be a fragment of the temple.
Then, what now seems impossible
will reveal itself as inevitable:
because the truth that sleeps cannot be erased,
it can only wait for the time of awakening.
And that time — you know it — is already now.
"Awareness is the key"
