For you, dear reader…

​What awaits you within these pages?

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Realms of experience
where words and the unspeakable merge,
an ocean of Being in which language itself dissolves into silence.

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An adventure without beginning or end –
that simply is, without ever becoming.

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A wandering through the infinite Now,
eternally still, yet always in motion.

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It is a journey without movement,
a quest that never truly began.

A dance of the mind that never touches the edge of space or time.

Within these pages, time dissolves –
transforms into the presence of the Ever-Now,
the eternal space in which all rests
and nothing has ever truly been lost.

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Each second a universe unfolding within a single breath.

This is no ordinary book –
it is a direct field of experience,
born from the silence behind the words.

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Where thought bathes in sunlight,
where rays pierce the darkness of the mind,
and every fragment of thought melts
like ice in the warmth of light.

A light that warms and liberates,
that permeates both body and mind
until no separation remains between “this” and “that.”

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Here you may discover
what lies beyond thinking:

a space in which the unspeakable becomes your companion –
the breath of the universe flowing through you.

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In these spaces, all that you believed yourself to be begins to dissolve,
so you may gaze into
what has always been within you –

the unspeakable, pure, unfiltered Being.

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Perhaps you will find what you’ve been seeking.
But know this:
There is no separation between
what you seek and what you are.

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The search itself is the path –
a path that never truly existed,
for you have never been apart from eternity.

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You only lost sight of truth
in the mist of your thoughts
and the shadows of concepts –
while it has always been shining in the light of Now.

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Seen in this light:
The seeker is the search.
And in the moment
when the mind surrenders to the sun,
when light breaks through the darkness –
the search dissolves.

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Because: you are what you seek.

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That which remains
when there is “no becoming,” “no plan.”

That which remains
when all concepts, all roles,
and all masks fall away.

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That which remains
when nothing remains.

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In this space of eternity,
there is no “becoming,” no “plan.”

There is only what has always been –
an eternal Now dwelling within you.

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It is the space in which creation sings,
and every silence holds an answer.

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Eternity is the space
where everything and nothing
merge in a dance of infinity –
a dance of love that knows no steps,
but unfolds in waves of light and sound.

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It is a flowing that connects earth and stars,
an endless rhythm carrying the breath of creation,
where each moment falls like a drop into the ocean of the cosmos –
and yet holds the entire ocean within.

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For those who hear the call of deep truth,
who long for the unspeakable,
and are ready to step through a door –

for those who seek more than words
and already understand in the heart –
this is a gift.

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On November 11, 2025, a space opens:

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ETERNITY –
born from the depths of the heart.

From infinite dialogues with creation,
from the seeking – and the return to essence.

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Written to create a space
in which you may simply be.

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A space that already exists within your heart,
where you have always been
what you were seeking.

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no becoming. no plan.
only Now. only Being.

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Everything. Nothing. Love.

Eternity in a single breath.

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If you have made it this far:

Welcome to ETERNITY.

The journey has no destination,
for you are already there –
you always were.

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I’m grateful you are here.
We meet in the eternal spaces,
where no thought leaves the space –
only Being remains.

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For you. With you. ♡

 

 

 

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an excerpt from the book

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Memory of the Master

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There was a time
when I stood at an inner crossroads.

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Between the shine of the surface and the tremor beneath,
between a smile that said nothing
and a truth that could no longer remain silent.

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I stood at the threshold from "everything is fine"
to the uncomfortable call for authenticity,
from functioning to letting go.

From the illusion that carried me
to the truth that burned within me.
And I chose:

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     the true path over the safe path,  

     feeling instead of functioning,  
     not the mask –  
     but myself.

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Back then, I met a man
who explained nothing and yet said everything.
A shaman,
whose words flowed like water through stone:
gentle, yet inevitable.

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Enrico.

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He asked no questions.
He gave no answers.
He simply was.

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And in his being, I found
something I had forgotten:
myself.

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He spoke the language of the heart –
and what he said
still echoes within me to this day –
like a mantra,
like a memory from a time
before I had forgotten who I was.

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From his words grew this book.
From a single encounter, an entire universe.
And so I wish to gift you
what showed me the way back then.

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     Everything. Nothing. Love.  
  – Enrico Eulzer

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His words are the origin of this book.
They set me free.

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Today, I let them flow into your heart.
Today, I place them in your hands.
Today, they become your mirror.

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May these spaces of experience
remind you of the infinite truth within you.
Of what you truly are.

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Realms of Experience

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So I invite you:
Let us enter the space of Being together.

Feel the precious depth of the words.

Let us expand consciousness,
explore it, and open ourselves
to what lies beyond the known.

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The New.
The True.
The Now.

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For what opens here
is not a space for thoughts,
but a space for immediate experience.

A space of Being.
A space where nothing needs to be explained.
A space where everything is already here.

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Read these lines and observe how you read them.
Not to understand something,
but as the understanding itself.

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Feel the words.
Feel how they move within you.
What do they touch?

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Pause.

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See how your gaze forms the words –
and how the words shape your gaze.

Observe,
how the thought arises and fades away.

Feel how the written word resonates within you –
beyond knowledge,
as immediate presence.

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Perhaps realization is not in grasping,
but in letting go.

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Realization is the release of all preconceived opinions.

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Only in letting go
does the truth become visible –
unbound.

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When you enter the forest –
is there “you in the forest”?
Or just: Walking. Seeing. Breathing.

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And then something happens:
The separation dissolves.

What remains:
pure existence.

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You are not an observer of nature –
you are nature.

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The trees breathe you.
The light falls upon you –
and it falls through you.

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We are not separate.
We are connected.
We are what is –
without name, without form.

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Perhaps life itself
has led you to this book.
Not by chance.
Simply: Now.

A tiny moment, that reflects the entire cosmos.

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For:
We are not our story.
Not the idea of “I.”

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In truth, there is no goal.
No “becoming” and no “becoming-necessary.”

Only this one, living moment.

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When you are fully with yourself, you notice:
You need to know nothing.
You need to become nothing.

You already are –
in the midst of the living.

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What truly is, does not want to be held onto.

It happens – free from your intervention.

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As the sea does not plan its waves,
life unfolds from itself.

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Only he who looks –
without judgment, without desire,
without the past – truly sees.

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In this pure perception,
you are no longer someone.

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You simply are.

Not the label.
Not the role.
Not the name.

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You are the space –
between the words,
between the thoughts.

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If you believe in the immeasurable –
in the divine – recognize:

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It is not outside of you.

Not in an idea,
not in a figure,
not in an image.

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It is alive.

It is in everything:
in nothing,

in every tone,
every glance,
every breath of air,

it is you.

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What you do to the other,

you do to yourself.
For life is one.

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The past is memory.
The future is imagination.

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What truly is –
is now.

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And now is always new.
Nameless.

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Thoughts pass by –
like clouds in the sky.
But you are not the clouds.
You are the sky.

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Freedom begins where you hold nothing.

Where you do not interpret,
but simply: are.

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There –
in the space between two thoughts –
lies what you are searching for.

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A space of vastness,
that cannot be named.

But: You can feel it.
In stillness.
In simple seeing.

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Truth lives in the space.
In the quiet in-between.

You need add nothing.
You need release nothing.

Only feel..
Deeply. Honestly. Now.

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What you call reality,
is a story –
woven by your mind.

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The true artist looks deeper.
He sees the layers
beneath the visible.

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Just as Michelangelo freed David
from the marble,
so too can you uncover your true self.

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The masterpiece is already there.
It has always been there.
Only hidden.

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You too are more, than you can imagine.

More than you have ever told yourself.

What you seek was never far.
It was always: you.

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And so begins the journey –
back to yourself.
Inwards.

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The call of the infinite

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There is no journey that leads you to yourself.
For you are already what you seek.

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It is only the veil of imagination,
the constant urge to “become something” –
that separates you from what you are.

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The idea of a "path" is the dream of separation.
The dream that makes us believe, “we are separate.”

The dream of time and identity –
it creates the feeling of separation,
the desire to be “something else.”

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Yet, within this dream, something happens:
a barely perceptible awakening,
from the depth of your being.

A delicate breath that touches the surface –
where eternity lingers.
It is the moment when you begin
to pierce the veils of illusion.

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This is the call you may have heard –
as a sensation, as a subtle intuition,
that there is more, rising from the depths of your soul.

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“Eternity” – is not a place, nor a goal.
It is the reality beyond becoming and passing.

It is the eternal moment in which everything happens –
and yet nothing happens.

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It is that which remains when all concepts merge.

What you call “I” is a movement in consciousness –
a thought that believes it is separate.

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But in truth, there is only consciousness.

Formless.
Empty.
Full.

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Everything. Nothing. Love.
This is the direct taste of being.

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When all names fall,
when you hold on to nothing,
not even the idea of having to achieve something –
then, in this silence, you may hear it:

The call of the Infinite.

So soft, so quiet –
that only an open heart can perceive it.

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Consciousness does not “awaken” through effort.
It “awakens” when the dream of separation is recognized as such.

And in this moment, the true merging begins.
Not between two things –
but in the realization that there were never two.

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You are the Infinite, meeting in human form.
The space in which everything happens and the happening itself.
You are the silence and the sound, the light and the shadow,
the birth and the death.

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You are Everything in All –
and at the same time, Nothing.

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This is not an invitation to believe something.
It is an invitation to question everything:
Yourself, the world,
and even the question: “Who is asking?”

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For in radical openness, a new depth arises,
a consciousness that does not belong to “someone” –
but simply *is*.

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Connected.

Vast.

Free.

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This call of the Infinite is a realm of experience,
in which you may realize that you were never separate.

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Never had to search.

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And never had a goal, except that
which you always were:

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Eternal consciousness in the appearance of the moment.

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