Written in honour of our family & lineage, initiated at the anniversary of our uncle's kung-fu academy in Brazil. It is more than a dedication—it is a reflection that reveals rare truths and perspectives, shaped by a vision that only our trajectory has allowed us to decipher. Herein lie essential keys for navigating the times we live in now and the ones still to come.
If you carry the sense that something in this world is deeply out of tune—The Gong of Remembrance was written for you. This is not light reading; it’s a transmission. A map through the fog. It exposes the silent systems suppressing vitality, distorting truth, and scripting human life globally—while awakening the forgotten codes of who we truly are, hidden beneath the noise of the modern world.
Read it not just with the mind, but with your being. It may challenge you. But if you stay with it, it will bring clarity to the way you see everything. 𓂀
The Wu-Shu Yau-Man Academy anniversary is a yearly family event. It’s more than a martial arts gathering—it’s a space where history, memory, and personal truth rise to the surface. Where lineage meets lived experience. Where discipline holds something far more subtle: remembrance.
This year was different in that our uncle shared the story of how Yau-Man began. Though not our direct relative, we share Hakka roots, the last name 李 Li (Lee in English or Lie in Dutch phonetics), and the immigrant journey that brought our families from China to South America. He spoke about the origins of this martial art—ordinary people defending their communities from government oppression. Protecting their homes, their families, their right to exist with dignity. And how, across all these years, the academy has remained completely independent. No politics. No outside agendas. Just the practice—the discipline—the way.
It’s a reminder that true freedom doesn’t come from systems or promises.
It’s cultivated. Embodied. Defended.
It’s not given—it’s lived.
We understand this deeply. Our grandparents made the decision to leave China with that same knowing. They saw what was coming—state control tightening, lives reduced to compliance, the soul of the individual crushed beneath ideological systems. While the hidden hands behind the Jesuit-Bolsheviks implanted Mao’s Cultural Revolution which rewrote history, dismantled tradition, and silenced dissent, many believed the rhetoric. Our grandparents didn’t. They left everything behind—ancestral land, language, and lineage—to rebuild life in South America.
But control has many faces—and no borders.
We were born and raised in Brazil—a nation wrapped in religious dogma and socialist doctrine. Beneath the surface, the same Jesuit-Bolshevik structures of indoctrination operate. Institutions crafted to shape obedient minds, suppress critical thought, and quietly prepare entire societies to absorb more sophisticated control systems over time. Different face, same blueprint.
We lived it. We carried it—in our bodies, in our fractured identity, in the unspoken understanding that to be different is to be targeted.
We grew up hearing constant conversations about racism—most often centred on prejudice towards browns and blacks. And while discrimination is real, the narrative always felt scripted—amplified through news cycles, telenovelas, and state-backed messaging that kept society emotionally reactive, divided, and focused on surface tensions.
The reality is that Brazil is a country where the majority is mixed. Browns, blacks, and whites often share more in common than the engineered divisions suggest. But for us, the disconnect wasn’t about skin—it was something more elusive. Culture. Language. Frequency.
We didn’t belong to the dominant rhythm. We weren’t raised with the same codes, accents, or behaviours. We couldn’t perform the expected scripts—because we were raised in an international family. One that moved between worlds, spoke in different tongues, and held values that didn’t conform to the national mood. In a country where collectivist ideology often merges with religious conditioning, this made us unplaceable. We moved differently. Thought differently. Questioned what others obeyed.
So we became the quiet outcasts. Unseen in national discourse, yet hyper-visible in the schoolyard. Foreign not by any one race, but by resonance—displaced by design. And in that displacement, we began to see through the programme.
So, as twin sisters, our bodies responded the only way they could—by shrinking. By fourteen, scoliosis and mandibular joint disorders had set in. A curved spine. A deviated jaw. The physical imprint of trying to shrink, to disappear, to take up less space. Life itself—and movement—became something we were taught to fear. Doctors and ‘specialists’ offered no path to healing—only limitations, restrictions, rules.
But the body never forgets. It speaks when life contracts, when spirit is silenced, when environments fracture coherence. True healing doesn’t come from prescriptions—it comes from remembering. From restoring rhythm. From seeing the body as part of something far greater than biology—a vessel that reflects everything we carry, everything we suppress, everything we choose to cultivate.
This is where we go deeper. What comes next is not casual observation—it’s a call to remember what’s hidden in plain sight. If you’ve ever felt the world was off-script, staged, orchestrated—read closely. These are the patterns most overlook, not because they’re invisible, but because they’ve been normalised.
We speak on this not to provoke—but because we’ve seen what others haven’t. As outsiders by nature, raised between East and West, our lineage gave us perspective. We weren’t hypnotised by national myths or institutional loyalties. We watched from the margins—and from there, the pattern became undeniable.
In 2020, we’ve seen how far global control can reach. The world locked down—as scripted through predictive programming in their movies, like Contagion, broadcasted nearly a decade earlier. Borders sealed. Entire populations confined under the illusion of public safety. Fear weaponised. Societies obedient, conformed with false comfort, the illusion of the 'greater good'.
The tyranny of the 'new normal' as propagated by the World Economic Forum. As the song from the band Papa Roach goes, "I'll mourn the death of outrage. The obituary's on the front page."—Remember the 'covid' death counters on the black screens? Are you outraged yet?
𓂀 Can you see?
The real virus is in the mind. Fear is the virus.
Nowhere more advanced than in China—the testing ground for modern control. Three years of rolling lockdowns. Citizens tracked, silenced, imprisoned in their homes. Many taken to modern-day concentration camps—isolated, forgotten, countless never returned, countless died alone. Speech controlled. Movement restricted. Dissent erased.
All enforced by the technocratic grid—a silent architecture of control designed to manage every facet of life through digital surveillance, biometric tracking, and algorithmic governance. This isn’t conspiracy—it’s code. A behavioural operating system already live in parts of the world, quietly expanding under different names: “digital identity,” “CBDCs,” “carbon credits,” “vaccine passports.” While China’s social credit system is the most visible prototype—where every action, association, and purchase is monitored, scored, and enforced—variations of the same mechanism are being deployed globally. Different branding. Same blueprint.
At its core, this is not about safety or innovation—it’s about programmability. A future where privileges are granted for obedience, and dissent triggers automatic exclusion from travel, services, income, even access to your own funds. It is the infrastructure for a society where freedom becomes a revocable licence, privacy becomes a threat, and sovereignty is reclassified as extremism. The grid doesn’t arrive with fanfare—it wraps itself around your life until the option to opt out no longer exists.
While the world argues over politics, culture wars, and identity theatre, a supranational umbrella corporation already governs—silently. Not elected. Not national. Not accountable. Through UN Agenda 2030, the Pact for the Future, and intergovernmental organisations like BRICS, this global infrastructure embeds digital IDs, biometric surveillance, and centralised data grids into every layer of daily life.
Control now wears the costume of “sustainability” and “innovation.” But smart cities aren’t smart—they’re scripted. Behavioural compliance is being hardwired into architecture, transportation, education, finance. A world where free movement, organic thought, and human vitality are replaced by programmable convenience. And still, most believe democracy equals freedom.
It’s no coincidence that those who live closest to the land—independent farmers, small growers, communities outside the grid—have been at the forefront of the freedom movement. Because self-sufficient people don’t fuel the economy of sickness. They don’t submit to engineered dependency. The system cannot profit from those who provide for themselves.
— Defiance over Reliance.
While the world was told to stay home "for its own safety", a silent war was being waged—on biology, sovereignty, and truth itself. 5G towers rose without scrutiny, saturating environments with dissonant frequencies that interfere with the human biofield. At the same time, the industrialised food system continued its quiet assault on vitality, flooding the body with seed oils, endocrine disruptors, and chemicals rebranded as nourishment. The real epidemic wasn’t a virus—it was a systemic weakening of the human being: physically, mentally, spiritually.
These were not isolated events, but coordinated operations within a theatre of control. From scripted “pandemics” to psychological operations and media-fed hysteria, populations were groomed to obey without question. Anyone who saw through the illusion and spoke out was labelled a threat—not because they were wrong, but because they disrupted the narrative. Underneath it all, $cientism advanced: the belief that health, truth, and even consciousness must be managed by external authorities and injected solutions. A worldview that denies the innate intelligence of Life and prepares society for full bioconvergence—where man merges with machine and Nature is overwritten by code.
This is the architecture of the Great Reset, announced by the World Economic Forum, the 4th Industrial Revolution (4th Reich)—disguised as care, sustainability, and innovation. Chemical trails lace the skies. Fires appear with military precision. Climate narratives demand digital compliance. All roads lead to the same destination: carbon credits, digital IDs, programmable currencies, and surveillance cities posing as progress. This is not a simple conspiracy—it is an infrastructure. And once you see it, you realise: lockdowns were never the end—they were the initiation. A ritual of submission. A test of compliance. A glimpse into a synthetic future already in motion—unless we choose to remember what it means to be truly alive.
The Ancient Future is not a concept—it is a living act of remembrance. It calls forth those who were never fully seduced by the illusions of post-reset modernity, who see through the simulations of control and carry within them the codes of another way. This is not nostalgia for the past, nor rebellion for its own sake—it is the deeper knowing that Life was never meant to be governed by fear, plastic, or artificial systems. As the gong of remembrance strikes, we remember: freedom is not something granted—it is something embodied. Protected through discernment. Lived through sovereignty. Not a trend, but a sacred discipline. To walk as EarthZens is to return to this state—a sovereign integral, refined in spirit, aligned with Nature’s opulence, and unwilling to forget.
This remembrance lives in us because it lived in those who came before us. Our uncle’s academy, and the legacy of our lineage, offered not ideology but cultivation—an unspoken knowing passed through discipline, presence, and refinement. What they preserved was coherence, inner mastery, and reverence for Life’s intelligence. This article was written in that same current—not to spark outrage, but to awaken clarity. Not to provoke fear, but to restore depth. Because the Ancient Future begins wherever truth is remembered—and from there, we rise. 𓆃
EarthZens are those who choose to live with integrity in a world built on distortion. Not a title, but a way of being—EarthZens honour Nature over noise, lineage over labels, coherence over convenience. We understand that true refinement is not about elitism, but about discernment: what we eat, how we move, who we trust, what we build. Every choice becomes a reflection of our inner alignment.
In a time where health is industrialised and identity is manufactured, EarthZens return to the organic—food that heals, movement that energises, environments that uplift. We choose to reconnect with rhythm, silence, and the subtle intelligence of Life. Integrity becomes a compass. Refinement becomes a lifestyle. This is not about rejecting contemporaneity, but infusing it with wisdom—building futures that respect the ancient codes of vitality.
This is the path forward: not fear-driven reaction, but sovereign refinement. EarthZens do not wait for permission to live well—we cultivate it. The Ancient Future is not a fantasy, but a responsibility. As we reclaim our bodies, our thoughts, and our environments, we become whole again—not just individually, but as a higher civilisation creating a new paradigm.
As the gong of remembrance strikes, we remember to—
𓂀 Return to Nature. Return to Virtue. Return to Wholeness.
