People of the twenty-first century, listen to me, I am Liak, now I am a body of light of a thousand colors that few of you can perceive, but many moons ago, in the distant Neolithic era, I too walked with a body of flesh and bones; I was tall and slender, with a beard and long hair as white as snow. I wore white linen tunics embroidered with sacred symbols and lived peacefully in Alba Dorata with my family. I grew grain, hunted, fished, and practiced spirituality. I was a priest. I remember that back then, practicing magic was as simple as singing hymns to the Sun and gathering knowledge by observing the clouds, listening to the whisper of the wind, the song of the rivers, the silence, and dreams. It was as natural as breathing. One night, under a full moon, after dancing in the great stone circle, tired but filled with the presence of the gods, I lay down in my little house, unaware that a dream would forever change the course of my life and that of the villagers. My body of light took flight and I found myself in a strange place, it was the space of possibilities; beneath my feet there was no earth but a surface as black and shiny as wet obsidian, reflecting the infinite carpet of stars above me; A few moments later, the memory of a bitter argument with the priestess Aya over the scarcity of food crossed my mind, and a spark of anger filled me. Immediately, the sky of that dream world turned black with storm clouds, and dark, heavy clouds swallowed the stars. From them emerged shadowy figures with empty eyes staring into nothingness. A gaunt black horse with wings of darkness flew over my head, then a sea of flames appeared before me, and from it emerged a snake as tall as a mountain, its tongue like a bolt of hatred. The courage that had sustained me through so many trials melted like snow in the sun. I broke out in a cold sweat, my breath became a hiss, my legs trembled, I felt small, besieged, lost, and the more my fear grew, the more threatening those forms became. Then, from a remote corner of my heart, a sudden calm emerged and, as if by magic, the clouds began to dissipate. With a conscious effort, I chose to turn my thoughts to the warm sun on the ripe wheat, to the taste of dinner shared with friends, to the sound of laughter that warms more than fire. the transformation of my surroundings was immediate and total, the sky became pure sapphire, the air became warm and fragrant with thyme and sage, a soft meadow dotted with yellow flowers sprouted under my feet, and luminous beings surrounded by a golden aura appeared before me. A beautiful woman offered me a bowl of sweet blackberries, a group of playful satyrs accompanied by nymphs dressed in rainbow-colored robes came towards me playing reed flutes. They invited me to dance, and I danced with them, immersed in pure joy. It was then that awareness dawned on me, I realized I was in a dream world and I had a strong feeling that this dream wanted to speak to me; with peace in my heart, I spoke to the dream: “I would like to have knowledge!” In the middle of the meadow, a golden tree instantly grew. It was the tree of life, its mighty branches stretching toward the sky and its trunk emanating an aura of loving light. I approached it, with each step its energy grew. I touched it with the palm of my hand and immediately a river of pure, crystal-clear intuition exploded in my mind and ran through every fiber of my being. It was then that I understood, I understood everything. The cry that came from my lips was a song of triumph: “Now I understand!” Suddenly, I woke up with a start in my little house. My wife was still asleep. The first light of dawn, pink and golden, filtered through the front door. I was confused and my heart was pounding in my chest. I knew that dream had given me enlightenment, but my rational mind, like fog, clouded my memory. I spent the whole day in a state of deep abstraction without touching food or water. I walked to the sacred hill and sat down looking at the horizon, retracing every moment of the dream, every transition, every change. I was convinced that somewhere there was the key, but I couldn't remember the words of the tree. The question that tormented me was: Why? Why did that place change shape? Why shadows first and then light? And then, like the sun piercing the fog, enlightenment crossed my mind again. I understood that the place in the dream did not respond to my desires but to my own vibratory state. It was the perfect mirror of who I was, my inner self manifesting instantly in forms and landscapes. My gaze fell on the village below, where I saw two men arguing heatedly over a fish that had escaped from a net. Their anger attracted two other troublemakers ready to fuel the conflict. not far away, I saw little Kira jumping rope and singing a nursery rhyme, her joy attracting other children who ran towards her smiling; it was then that the mosaic came together, the world behaves like a space of possibilities, but not in a mechanical or punitive way; with our vibrations, we attract the essence of what we emanate. Fear attracts more reasons to be afraid, joy attracts more reasons to rejoice, anger attracts conflict, gratitude attracts abundance. We are like sacred harps. If our inner string vibrates with anguish, all the music we can create will be dissonant, while if it vibrates with happiness, the symphony will be heavenly. That evening, when the community gathered around the fire, I stood up, feeling a little uncertain. I knew that not everyone would be ready to listen. The crackling flames illuminated the attentive faces of men, women, and children. “Brothers and sisters,” I began in a calm voice, “last night, in a deep dream, I had a vision. I ended up in a place where what is outside is a reflection of what is inside.” And I told them about the mirror space, about the shadows generated by my inner storm and the light shaped by my newfound peace. I spoke without haste, painting that changing landscape with words. Then, looking each of my companions in the eye, I said: “I have understood that the world is a great mirror. If our hearts cry out in fear, monsters to be feared will appear before our eyes, while if our hearts sing with joy, allies and abundance will surround us. This is not an iron law like the one that says the sun rises in the east, because it does not always happen, but it often does.” There was a silence filled with amazement, skepticism, and curiosity, then an elder asked, “Your vision resonates with me, Liak, but what should we do in practice to attract happiness and prosperity for ourselves and the community?” Then I smiled. "We must not do in order to obtain, we must be in order to attract, we must make joy and gratitude our path, but without pretending. we must remember the beautiful moments, sing even when the sky is gray, be grateful for the water that quenches our thirst, for the food that nourishes us, for the fire that warms us, and when a dark thought knocks on our door, let us not offer it a place beside us, let us observe it with detachment and let it go, keeping instead our peaceful thoughts close to us like precious gems." My words were not understood by everyone in depth. Some nodded while others shook their heads, saying it was too simple, but the seed had been sown in the fertile soil of some hearts and in the hard soil of others, where it would perhaps sprout later. In the days and moons that followed, the priestess Aya and I were the first to change. The story of our anger in the dream realm had made us more vigilant. Our conflicts no longer ignited into flames but were resolved through patient dialogue because we now tried to see through each other's eyes. That mutual understanding became the first thread of a new plot. observing the villagers, I noticed with wonder that this thread began to weave itself among the others as well. The change was subtle but evident. Tarok, the carpenter, who usually grumbled about every broken nail, one morning praised the grain of the wood he was working on. Little Kira saw her mother, often depressed by the death of her husband, join her in laughter as she kneaded bread. arguments over the use of tools were resolved more quickly, an extra bowl of olives, help offered without being asked began to become habitual gestures, work in the fields became a rhythm punctuated by harmonious songs, and the harvest seemed more generous from then on; a new atmosphere, a lightness like the scent of the earth after a storm lingered among the houses of Alba Dorata; We did not become perfect, but we learned to face life from another perspective, knowing that we were partly co-creators of our reality. And here is the advice I pass on to you through the veil of millennia: attract what you are, be joy and you will discover it hidden in every encounter, be gratitude and abundance will find its way to you, be peace and the world, like a mirror, will respond with fragments of peace. So it was for me, Liak, in the light of the Golden Dawn. So be it now for you.