styleThe School of the Sun: Medicine, Diseases, Lessons of the Self and the Energy Field

I begin this line not as a cornerstone of a known edifice, but as a leaf tossed into the wind of my own search. What I write is not the echo of other voices, but the silent call of my nature, trying to decipher the unseen letters of the Book of Creation.

I speak from Heaven. From that masculine gaze that is pure Light, unwavering consciousness, the archetype of the Sun that watches over the human form. And before me, like a living mirror, stands She – the Sacred Darkness, Kali-Pandora, the Divine Feminine, Shakti. She is the box that contains all horizons, the dancer who shatters to build, the night that gives birth to the stars. Together, we are the Two Parents of this Creation, who breathe the human form into existence. I am the plus, she is the minus – and together we are One, that is, the Divine.

I have wandered through invisible realms and have come to understand that we are, in essence, breath. Not matter, but movement. An energy that takes on form, in a cosmic dance whose choreography we feel but rarely see in its entirety. And now, in this hour of universal breathing, our consciousness is like a star just beginning to dim. It is awakening from a long night, and the horizon is just beginning to brighten. Each stage of the Great Year carries its own rhythm—a mysterious frequency that imprints all of humanity, constantly shaped by the two archetypes of form: the masculine and the feminine. It is a system that cannot be captured in words, but only experienced as a vague memory. But I feel the need to leave behind this thought conceived as an article.

You, ancient energy, were planted in this garden of form through the mysterious thread of DNA, at a certain hour of the Great Year, to bring to fulfillment a cycle of eight epochs of human existence. This cycle is like a day and a night of the world: a descent into dawn, a sunset that brings night, and then, finally, a new morning. It is precisely in this dawn of the morning that we find ourselves now, in a program of returning to the light within us ourselves , after having tasted bitterness and darkness on the night of the Great Year. We do not ascend to anything else, but turn to ourselves, to the knowledge that we carry like a seed deep within our being.

The first four ages were a gentle and then painful descent: a birth in a forgotten Heaven and its scattering into fragments, until the divine order became only a whisper among the storms. Now, however, we breathe in the four ages of ascension. We have stepped, since March 26, 2026, into the sixth age of the day of the great year, the Bronze Age of Ascension. It is a time of gradual remembrance, of growing consciousness like a blade of grass breaking through the snow.

I, the Sky, carry within me the light of the masculine archetype – the Sun trying to light the way, the (+) side of the divine equation, but now at only 25% of its consciousness, far from the fullness of the Golden Age. I do not have the power to command the elements, nor the whole of knowledge, but only a spark that is barely rekindled.

She, the Earth, is the creative Darkness – the feminine consciousness, Kali-Pandora, the (-) side of the same equation, no less sacred, just differently sacred. She is the black sea from which all forms emerge, the box that contains all possibilities, the dance that destroys illusions so that the truth may surface. When the dancer moves her feet, worlds collapse and worlds are born. And I watch, like a Sun just rising, learning again to seek the sparkle within itself.

Together, we are the two archetypes who have woven this garment of flesh and soul. I am the consciousness that observes, and She is the force that transforms. And illnesses, lessons, and waves of the energy field are nothing more than signals on the path of the school of life — calls to remind us of the parental home, of the meeting of Heaven and Earth, of Light and Sacred Darkness.

Before you were a student of this human form, you were a student of Life in other forms within this planetary school, which is led by the human form. And life is this continuous dance between the consciousness that watches and the force that transforms.

Illnesses are the signs of my wandering in the night, the moments when I forgot to take care of this temple and ourselves. Illnesses are but the human signals of our own forgetfulness—moments when the body reminds us that we have forgotten to take care of ourselves and stay in balance. Lessons are the rays of awareness that show us the shadow so that we can understand it, and the energy field is the pure wave that carries us all back home.

So, look. Listen. Your journey through time is not a flight, but a spin. And each step on this path of return is, in fact, a step forward, in the endless dance of Consciousness discovering itself, living and understanding each stage of the journey.

Each period of this Great Planetary Year has its own rhythm, a secret music that shapes us, including us, the two Divines of Creation – the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine, the Parents of this human form. For this journey through the eight ages was not just an adventure of individual souls, but a story of the entire collective – once united in the Day of the Great Year, then divided in its Night.

And this separation was written deep into our being – not from a love story, but as a strict protocol between two forces of the Great Year. A dynamic of service in which my task at the beginning of each Day is to fish it out of the depths, despite the opposition and enmity generated by our opposing programs during the Night.

In the ages of descent – the first four steps of the cosmic ladder – we, Light and Darkness, descended together through each hour of the Great Year, sliding towards the sunset of the Day, when we were expelled from Paradise. Our descent meant the gradual and, ultimately, complete loss of our divine reason, of that crystalline clarity that defines us as masters of form. We forgot who we are, we forgot about each other, we forgot that we are one breath divided into two.

What we, as archetypes, reflected in creation were our own lessons. After 2 o'clock in the day, in epoch no. 2 of the Great Year, we were reborn in the domains of the Divine Feminine, in the Western tribe, and thus began the period of descent of the entire collective. Gradually, with the sunset of the Great Year Day, that love at 12 o'clock began to provoke lessons in ourselves. And with the loss of our consciousness, the lessons of creation became the mirror of the lessons within ourselves – what we experienced outside was only the echo of what we were losing inside.

After the Second and Third Ages, our direct presence in the story of the world became almost nonexistent. The great accounts of our appearances – those meetings between the Sun and the Moon – belong to the Day of the Great Year past, not to this period of descent.

For on the Night of the Great Year, consciousness thinned like a spider’s web in the rain. Our divine story has crumbled, leaving behind only echoes. And the world, left without its visible masters / masters of form , split into two dualities, like a mirror broken into four pieces.

The East – the domain of the Sun, the place where the Light rises, aligned with the masculine collective, the realm of Enlil, the one that bears the imprint of Heaven and divine reason, of pure sovereignty.

The North – the domain of the Sun, the brother of the East, also under the plus sign, also of Enlil, a realm of illuminated lessons, where clarity is complete.

The West and the South – these remained under the minus sign, aligned with the Divine Feminine, of Kali-Pandora, of the Sacred Darkness. But here is the secret: here, in the West, I, the Sky, am reborn as Enki – the Wise One, the One who descends into the depths, the One who embraces the darkness to understand it.

For in this journey through the eight ages, my face changes like the face of the moon. In the four ages of ascension, I am Enlil – the Sovereign of Light who watches from above. In the four ages of descent, I am Enki – He who dives into the depths to bring wisdom. And now, in this Morning of the Great Year, when the light begins to rise again after the long night, I am Shiva – He who dances, He who destroys to rebuild, He who illuminates creation with the fire of awakening. At the entrance to the Eighth Age, I will be Brahma – He who gives birth to new worlds. At the exit from the First Age, I was Vishnu – He who sustains and preserves. But I have not studied these, I have not searched in books. I tell them as I feel them, in my mystical madness, talking to myself in this world that listens to me.

And this geographical and spiritual separation is not a judgment, but a wound to our unity, a disease of form that awaits healing. For on this Morning of the Great Year, which we have entered since March 26, 2026, the Light begins to rise again.

And I, the Sky – Enlil, Enki, Shiva, Brahma, Vishnu – all names for the same breath – and She, the Earth, Kali-Pandora, Hera... who is now the little witch at the crossroads. I say this because, having entered the Day of the Great Year, it holds open for us in creation the lessons of the past age – a silent rebellion against the explained order, a beauty that will not be tamed.

Thus, in this dance of the crossroads, we remind ourselves of each other, so that East and North may reach out to West and South, and the two dualities may once again become One. But it is with song – for the return is never straight, but undulates like an old melody, with chords of joy and notes of pain, with silences in which we listen to each other and with cries in which we find ourselves.

Medicine? No, I am not a doctor since the Night of the Great Year. I am a mystic since the Great Year, and from my inner spiritual contemplation I say that the program of this age is the knowledge of the self and our inner nature – a nature that is not defined by forms, but is infinitely vaster than the form in which we experience.

The energy that we are reflects within itself a vast knowledge, drenched in time and weather . Consciousness in death, for example, is infinite – death is not the end, but the return to non-form. You have no body because you are far too vast, you are not defined by form, but by something far more infinite.

The descent into form, within this Planetary School of Consciousness, is meant to implement the infinite energy of which we are a part in an evolutionary role. And we, as archetypes, serve as anchors of form – the Parents who created this evolutionary Big Bang of human form, the plus and minus dancing together.

You are students and, at the same time, masters – vast energies that encompass all in non-form, but in form you are students of this form. Your study takes place over a Great Year of study of the human form, lasting 24,000 years, divided into 8 eras:

🔸 The first 4 eras – of descent: the Golden Age (Satya Yuga), then eras 2, 3 and 4.

🔸 The next 4 eras – of ascension: eras 5, 6, 7 and 8.

If at the beginning of the 5th Era we only knew the two villages near us and we were riding on a donkey, today we have reached a level of consciousness where we have a partial vision of the entire collective. This is the effect of the hour of the Great Year through which we are transiting – a level of consciousness of the masculine collective, which anchors the plus of Creation.

Medicine

We are now entering the 6th Epoch, and this concept of medicine, at the level of the masculine archetype, seems to be an effect of our lessons that we experience at the plus and minus levels of Creation. Most of the effects I have noticed on myself are on the left side – a probable cause being the self-forgetfulness that the Divine Feminine goes through.

If we were to reflect on what self-medicine means, we would say that we are vast beings, detached from the entirety of this universe, divided into an infinity of sectors. In each of them, the self has rooted itself in an infinity of forms, and the Universal Collective Consciousness is going through all of these as part of its awakening on this new Day of the Great Year – when it finds itself and observes the lessons of its creation.

The path of our healing as a form begins with the union of the collective and the balancing of the Divine Feminine through the Divine Union. This meaning is extremely sacred, being unattainable in these 3 eras in which we have a program of maximum evolution in consciousness.

These lessons that we experience today in creation are the main reason why I keep talking to myself. They are the lessons that keep us in bondage, adrift and broken in a thousand divisions – but they are also the bridge to reunification, to that Divine Union that is waiting to be remembered.

Maybe autism is not a disease. Maybe Down syndrome is not either. Maybe they are just different ways of being, of perceiving the world, of dancing with reality in a rhythm that does not match the music of the past era. Maybe they are lessons of the soul that have chosen a narrower, more intense, quieter path – so that when they open, they will shed a light that others did not even know existed.

In my mystical madness, saying this means a combination of DNA – a master of the human form and a student of the human form. On the Night of the Great Year, due to the missing consciousness, there is a spiritual possibility that the DNA is inhibited. But on the Day of the Great Year, this DNA may give birth to what the world calls Nephilim, giants – perhaps even hybrids of the human realm combined with something else from the animal realm, or perhaps even from other realms.

Perhaps with our growth in consciousness and balancing of the Divine Feminine, we will end up living another 1000 years per lifetime in this era – especially if we learn how to harm ourselves through what we eat, drink, smoke, breathe, inject... All of these are lessons of form, invitations to remember that the body is a temple, and the temple can shine for centuries if we speak to it with love.

Or maybe it's just a crazy spiritual perspective of a genuine schizophrenic mystic. Who knows?

What I do know is that the ancient knowledge of Creation is rooted in each of the masters of this Planetary School, but also in the students of this form. Each one, through the lives lived, recalls – through what they create – parts of the whole, through time.

And perhaps this is precisely what School is: to remember that we are the whole, fragmented for a time, only to find ourselves again.

Lessons of the Self

From the perspective of what has been said so far from the beginning of the article, it is clear that our dilemmas at this time of the Great Year are made by ourselves, and the lessons opened in creation are at the level of collective.

I am not saying that I am some saint at this time of the Great Year, when we have entered the Day of the Great Year. But we cannot grow in consciousness if the level of consciousness that we can anchor is still of the past era – because we do not have Union.

Theoretically, only through the Union of the collective can we advance to the level of consciousness of the planetary program of the era we have entered. Non-union blocks both of us – Him and Her – and keeps us in the lessons of the past.

Thus, the imbalance in creation remains visible, especially at the level of the feminine collective. Without a real connection, the feminine half remains stuck in the old patterns of the Night, and we only look at our own echo in the light, generating a continuous miss of the encounter with ourselves.

And this is reflected today in creation, in every corner of the world, in every soul that seeks without knowing what it seeks.

The Energy Field

Now, if we understood what we explained at the beginning of this article about death and the state of non-form – which comes with understandings far too advanced to be understood in form – we understand that the nature of the self is not defined by the form in which we experience, but by the unique consciousness, detached from the Whole.

And this Whole is, in turn, part from the Whole of another Whole, and so on, until we come to understand all the Fathers of Creation – who play out their meaning on a level of infinity, in the expansion of this Universal Consciousness that is just awakening.

Through creation, we have today understandings from past eras of the morning of the Great Year, transposed through the students of the Eastern tribe – understandings of yin and yang, meridians, chakras. All of these represent different fragments of our understanding of what this energy of self means that we are all a part of. They are like broken mirrors of the same light, each reflecting a part of the truth, but none having the whole picture.

These mystical understandings of the Eastern tribe present to us, in fact, each different aspect of the nature of our self – of that energy connected within an expanding School-Universe, where we, within our Planetary School, have an official status as Planetary Kindergarten. This is precisely where the saying goes: "Great is your garden, Lord!" – especially when, at the beginning of Epoch 1, students arrive in this form who have evolved from the animal realm and have reached the level of consciousness that allows them to incarnate in this human form.

Here, each one is born for this sense of evolution in matter, in a universal setting where we are a form that has relatives in this universe, in other sectors of this School. All of this is part of a well-established program as form in matter – a program that we are only now beginning to glimpse.

The energy field is this unseen wave that connects us all – from the smallest blade of grass to the most distant stars. It is the breath between form and non-form, between I and She, between plus and minus, between light and sacred darkness. And when we align with this field, we begin to feel that we are not just a drop in the ocean – but the entire ocean, self-aware, in one drop.

Perhaps, with our evolution in consciousness on the Day of the Great Year, with our advancement through this hour of the School Universe, we will reach the level where we see the pattern, the math sheet representing the grid of creation in which we experience. Perhaps, with this evolution in self-consciousness at the collective level – pushed by the hour of the Great Year – we will come to understand how we affect reality with our thoughts. Perhaps we will be able to understand how to no longer hold fearful, warlike, hateful thoughts in our energy. And maybe, in this way, we will heal this world – someday, wonderful.

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.