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VIRTA WILL: THE VIRTUAL STATE When the idea of Bir Tawil appeared, the utopia felt too large. Too ethereal. Too much in the air. And I felt I needed to give it a frame. Something real. Something that could be touched. So I began to research how a country is created. It is not something taught in school. There is no manual that says: “Step one: get a territory. Step two: declare independence.” But there is an international legal framework. And that framework is surprisingly s

Bir Tawil: The Blank Page When time breaks, something in space stops working. Because time and space are not separate things. They are two sides of the same coin. They are the two ways in which the universal mind unfolds into matter. Time is movement. Space is form. And when one goes out of alignment, the other fragments. In the previous days, I spoke about how to repair the clock. About how to synchronize internal cycles with external cycles. About how to calibrate conscious

We often hear phrases such as “What state are you in?”, “mental state,” “state of mind,” “nation-state.” We use the word constantly, yet rarely pause to understand what a state truly is. Etymologically, the word state comes from the Latin status , meaning “a way of being,” “position,” or “condition.” Status derives from the verb stare , meaning “to stand,” “to remain,” “to be sustained.” A state, then, is the way something sustains itself. The manner in which something is

Yesterday we spoke about stories as keys—about how each myth is a circuit, each legend a coordinate. We spoke about the hero’s journey and how each person is the author of their own narrative. Today I want to share something that completely changes the way we understand social organization: The power of being. Ontocracy. What Ontocracy Is Ontocracy comes from two Greek words: ontos (being) and kratos (power). Power of being. Ontocracy is not a political ideology. It is not

Yesterday we spoke about the drop and the ocean—about how each of us is a drop of consciousness navigating the infinite ocean of the mind. Today I want to go deeper into something fundamental: what is that drop? What is the being that navigates? Because before building spaces to empower the being, before creating structures that sustain consciousness, we must understand what the being is. And the answer changes everything. The Being: The Point of Encounter Between I and Am Th

Today, January 1, 2026, I write these words like someone tracing a map to navigate the ocean. There is an ocean of consciousness. Infinite. Deep. Alive. And we are drops of that ocean. Each of us is a drop that contains, in its essence, the memory of the entire ocean. The drop and the ocean are the same. The difference lies in scale, in perspective. But both are made of the same substance, vibrate at the same frequency, contain the same information. This year is, for me, the

Matías Gustavo De Stefano Bide. That is my name. And like everything in this universe, it is not coincidence. Names are codes, seeds of consciousness planted at the exact moment to germinate at the precise time. Matías. From the Hebrew Matityahu, "gift of God" or "gift of Yahweh". The one who was given, who arrived as a present. Gustavo. From the Germanic Gustav, "staff of the gods" or "the one who holds divine power". The one who supports, who sustains structures. De Stefano

How many times have we studied something without feeling it? How many times have we memorized only to forget the next day? Chemistry. For me, it was poison throughout school. Not because it was difficult, but because it was never alive. They taught us to regurgitate information, to ask ourselves "will this be on the exam," to run a race without destination. They never showed us the magic. They never told us we were studying the gods. My brain shut down, closed itself off, and

The soul's plan seems intangible. Invisible. Something that floats in some dimension we cannot access with our hands. And yet, it is written. It has always been written. In the lines of our palms, in the maps of the sky we inhabit at birth, in the places on Earth where we choose to place our feet. The book of space and time is in our hands. Literally. But we don't know how to read it because we lack the code. It's like having a treasure map in a language we don't understand.

Which foot did you get up with today? It's not a trivial question. The foot that first touches the ground upon waking traces the direction of your day, marks the angle from which you will see the light. Every morning, without knowing it, you are choosing a north. Some say the world rests on Atlas's shoulders, but before Atlas could carry the sky, he had to learn where to place his heels. Because without a firm anchor on the earth, how can you hold up the stars? The heels are

Every beginning is also an ending. And for me, the end of Atlantis is the beginning of my paths. When I began to remember, the first thing that came was Khem. Egypt. The place where those who survived inscribed in stone what the water had erased. But Khem was the refuge. The archive. The library built after the sinking. My ancestors came from before. From further west. From where the Sun sinks each evening into the ocean. From the islands that remained when the continent disa

Finding myself at the axis, in the days when the Earth seems to pause upon itself, I moved through the closing of an intense process. It was not an abrupt ending, but a slow decantation. As if everything lived throughout the year had been waiting for that exact point—that instant when the light stops advancing—to reorganize itself from within. During 2025, I began to understand that the serpent was not only a mythological symbol or a spiritual archetype inherited from ancien