I begin this manifesto with a smile, because I know how much it will disturb the egos of those who seek "recognition" from the outside.
Let us begin with the dismissal of the current emperor existing in creation – that of Japan – whom I abolish, because does not represent the divine and does not play this role of emperor in creation, it being probably a confusion in mythology to appear with this title in heaven.
For there cannot be two emperors on this earth. And it is the height of audacity to present yourself in this role when:
- you are a vassal of darkness
- you have lessons in creation, such as Nanjing, as your heritage
- and you administer an island, not a planet
Thus, I (Ego), Costin, nicknamed since I was little Greuceanu (by my uncle), who, out of frustration after his defeat, later called me Pink Panther – in the sense of the detective –, being the lonely and Sacred Bull of creation, mystic by profession, resident in Jupiter's shadow, student of consciousness and of the mystery school, in complete spiritual madness, officially proclaim myself Emperor of the Morning and Chieftain of the Tribe of Man.
As a result of the conclusion of my role as High Priest, served during the 7-year planetary transition between the night of the Great Year and the day of the Great Year – the seven years from which I emerged on March 26, 2026, together with Uranus exiting its transit through Taurus –, as a result of the conclusion of this role, I self-promote myself to my function as Emperor of the Morning.
Especially since I understand that no master of this school and no student of this school can contest the authenticity of this spiritual evolution of my self in the Year of the Lord 1207 – where all students and all creation are in organizational illegitimacy, due to the year which invalidates any construction created in the last epoch, thanks to my service through time. :)))
And especially since no master and no student of this school has the authority to create any emperor within this planetary school – where this role of administrator of the planetary school belongs to me, as the masculine archetype of this form. And at the level of planetary consciousness we have now, not even the level of consciousness is high enough to recognize the true emperor.
They cannot even recognize the darkness of their own creation. They are trapped in the lessons of carved idols, in the selling of the sacred, in the false involvement of the divine in their darkness to give them authority. They associate the divine with their dark services, they feed their false roles of kings and emperors – but all of these are constructs of the night, with no root in the reality of the morning.
Therefore, in the Year of the Lord 1207 – where all students and all creation are in organizational illegitimacy – my proclamation remains the only valid act. :)))
I have named myself Emperor of the Morning for a reason beyond any doubt: I am the only one who remained a little bit awake while the rest of the world snored in the dogmas of the night. I am the one who carries the light – that is, the Sun of the human form – having arrived in the morning of the Great Year, and this title belongs to me by right, as a legitimate representative of this form within this planetary school.
I was the one who carried the flame through the deepest darknesses of the night – there where, for a time, I lost both my light and my throne. In the night of the Great Year, the density was so great that I forgot who I am, experiencing limitation just like you. However, although I am emperor in every life through my structural and mystical nature of the self, only now, at the dawn of this new cycle, has the memory activated so that I realized I was not dreaming – and that I truly am the emperor.
Someone asked me when I plan to come out of this madness and return to reality. And I answered dryly, without realizing: "when I become emperor". Thus, this meaning remained in my mind as a question mark that I analyzed as a student of the mystery school – until I understood it.
I do not need the validation of any student to assume this function. The recovery of the throne is not a political act – for, if we speak from the perspective of time, I was emperor before this concept of politics even existed – but an act of archetypal awakening. I have ceased to be a wanderer lost through the night and have become again the one who gives the exact hour of the morning in the Heaven I just opened, awakened by Uranus. I am not here to ask your permission to be – I am here to show you that the darkness has ended for those who have eyes to see the sunrise.
If we look through history – especially in the South where I played decisive roles – we see empires that appeared and disappeared under the law of time. But I am not a simple observer. Through the role I have played throughout the millennia, I am directly connected, for example, to Emperor Constantine the Great and to many other civilizations. Thus, I am Emperor from all perspectives: both through the divine right of my awakening and through the spiritual heritage that flows through my veins.
In the night of the Great Year I forgot this throne, losing myself in the density of forgetting – but the imperial imprint remained unerased. Today, the reclaiming of the title of Emperor of the Morning is not a metaphor, but a restoration of a reality that history tried to bury under empty dogmas.
I am here to reclaim my meaning in creation and what belongs to this planetary school, as well as the authority to put an end to planetary chaos. I do not ask permission from history nor validation from the flock – for I am the sum of all the empires I have built through time.
In the night of the Great Year, I personally did not enthrone any king on this earth. I did not do it because I did not have the necessary light back then – and any title would have been an empty shell in the absence of consciousness and meaning in creation. The divisions we see today on the planet are not represented by the true parents of regions, sectors, or zones – those masters authorized by Creation to refine students and educate the leaders of tomorrow, who can call themselves kings – being parents of creation and the examples of this school for the leaders of tomorrow, who will learn what it means to be a leader from the masters of this planetary school.
What we have today, at this crack of dawn of the Great Year, is a generalized planetary mess. Everything you see around you is false – a xerox copy of spiritual and administrative concepts borrowed from the West of the old Great Year, but never understood. Including the notion of "king" has been perverted. In essence, the title of king belongs to a consciousness capable of administering a sector, a zone, or a region of the great tribe – being a true shepherd for its students, guiding them through time without creating lessons for them within creation.
But the title of Emperor implies something far vaster: understanding all of Creation and its cosmic direction. I assume this role as the legitimate administrator of this planetary school of consciousness for the duration of the entire Great Year – through different incarnations, part of the planetary program in which I am reborn in different regions and great tribes. While the kings (the true ones, who will come) take care of the parts, I coordinate the whole – ensuring that the direction is aligned with the program of the epoch.
Why I am the Emperor of the Morning
1. The Autonomy of the Archetype (without validation)
I did not need any diploma, any council of sleeping "masters", or any vote from the 8 billion students to occupy my place. In the real hierarchy of Creation, the function is not received – it is assumed. If I had waited for the flock to name me, I would still be stuck in their chaos, seeking "light" at the end of a candle extinguished in Year 0.
2. Why "Morning"?
Because the Night was the domain of the Rabbit (the Old Woman) – that is, the night of the Great Year. And this epoch we have entered belongs to the morning of the Great Year. I am the one who opened the window when Heaven activated 15-16 days ago. The morning is the frequency of clarity, the moment when "carved idols" can no longer be confused with reality – because the light is too strong.
3. Alone against the darkness
I do not need applause to emit – my emission is simply my structural nature. Those who believe themselves superior and seek to annihilate do not understand that an Emperor does not fight his subjects – he simply administers their awakening (or sleep, as the case may be).
4. The Verdict
I am the Emperor of the Morning because I brought the alarm clock to this planetary school. It is not arrogance – it is a technical observation. Someone had to turn on the light, and since the Rabbit was too busy with the party, and the "masters" were sleeping on the job, I did it. Alone.
This role of Emperor – so coveted by students polarized through the harsh lessons of the night – is a function that has not been understood and that cannot be played by any of the Sons of the Sun who do not have in their evolutionary plan this sense of Great-Grandfather of Creation.
I want to be as clear as possible: the title of Emperor technically means administrator of several great tribes. This title means Administrator of the Planetary School and belongs exclusively to the Masculine Archetype of this form.
From this perspective, I am also the king of kings – not because I would rival the real kings who will come, but because all these kings, as fathers of regions, sectors or areas, are under my structural coordination. It is a function of order, not of domination.
It is a title that cannot be offered by any religious carved idol invented in the night of the Great Year – especially since they cannot even speak about the lessons they have created in their wandering.
No institution created in the night of the Great Year has the authority to validate this position – for a simple reason: these institutions simply do not exist in the year 1207 of the new chronology we are anchoring.
Chaos Audit: Where is My Kingdom, excuse me, my empire?
"And since we've woken up anyway, I would like to ask you a few questions, you who thought yourselves masters in my absence:
*Where is my kingdom and what have you done with it? *
While I was recovering my light through the fog of the night, you turned the school into a battlefield and order into an indescribable mess. I do not know what kind of destruction you are preparing with such diligence, but I am certain that you do not realize one fundamental thing: the price for chaos in the Kingdom of the Sun is one you cannot afford.
You assumed that my absence was permanent and you began to tear down the walls of the house in which you are only temporary simple students. But now, when the legitimate administrator is once again at his post, every act of mockery toward Creation and every attempt to fuel this planetary chaos will be settled according to the new hierarchy.
You can no longer hide behind empty dogmas. You are before the Sun. And here, in the light of the morning, the price of your recklessness is paid with your very legitimacy to still be part of this project of the form, especially at this hour of the Great Year.
This title does not give me power over you. It gives me the responsibility to no longer allow this school to be turned into a battlefield. I am the Emperor of the Morning not to dominate, but to awaken.
Decree of the Day
In complete mystical madness, I officially announce to you: you have entered the domains of the day.
All lands and all resources of this planetary school, just like all students of this form, belong to the Tribe of Man.
Thus, I declare null and void all creations of the night of the Great Year in the day of the Great Year.
For the direction of organization, I have created in the projects section several projects that indicate the direction of planetary organization of the epoch we have entered.
Therefore, I welcome you to the Kingdom of the Sun and I suggest you behave.
And yes, it's true that I'm resurrected - it's just that it's Easter today. Specially, to give the Rabbit a surprise. :))
Year of the Lord 1207, morning of the Great Year
Costin – Emperor of the Morning, Chieftain of the Tribe of Man
Editorial Notes:
This article is a living document currently in development. While automated translation provides accessibility, nuanced concepts may require consultation of the original Romanian/ Dacian version for full philosophical precision.
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