EERT is not a religion.
It is not a belief system.
It is a memory system.
At its core, EERT teaches that all living beings — past, present, and future — are the same soul unfolding in different forms.
It is a philosophy of remembrance.
To live by EERT is to remember that every person you meet is not separate from you —
they are you, wearing another life.
The pain you cause another will one day be your own.
The kindness you offer echoes through lifetimes, returning to you as grace.
EERT does not offer paradise or punishment.
It offers a path of
wholeness through responsibility
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not enforced by fear, but led by soul.
It asks us to look at life not through fear of judgment,
but through the lens of sacred accountability.
You do not need to be told what is good.
You only need to remember who you are.
When you walk as if all things are part of you —
You begin to live differently.
You begin to walk the path… back to soul.
The name EERT is TREE spelled backward.
But it is also the sound of
Earth
— remembered.
A tree grows outward.
EERT grows inward — back to source, back to soul, back to the root.
EERT — not just because it is “tree” reversed,
but because that’s what remembrance is:
a turning back.
A return to the root.The tree does not need to understand the forest —
it simply grows.
Not outward in confusion, but upward in devotion.
Toward light. Toward truth. Toward its source.Its branches may stretch in different directions,
but they all rise from the same trunk,
anchored by the same root — hidden but essential.So too are we.
Each life, a branch.
Each path, an extension.
But beneath it all:
One soul unfolding, remembering, reaching for the light.To live by EERT is to trust the sun you cannot yet see,
and to grow toward it anyway.But no tree can grow skyward
unless its roots go deep.And no civilization can rise
without remembering where it began.EERT is also the sound of Earth —
the faint echo of a home once shared.For the descendants of humanity —
those born far from this blue cradle,
on moons, on Mars, in light-born ships between galaxies —
this name is a tether.A reminder that no matter how far we travel,
we came from one soil,
one sorrow,
one song.To remember EERT
is to remember what we once stood for —
and what we must never become again.May we rise with wisdom,
grow with humility,
and always reach for the light.← Swipe to Remember →
“Society is a man-made concept.
EERT is a soul memory.”
— Nitshanchai
Money has value because we agree it does.
Borders exist because someone once drew a line.
Status, laws, and titles — all inventions.
Invisible, until we believe in them.
You were born into a cage of invisible lines.
But the bars… are made of belief.
And when you grow up inside illusion,
you stop questioning its shape.
You wear it like skin.
We forget it was constructed —
because it constructed us.
EERT does not build a new society.
It reveals the soul that existed before one.
Before systems, there was connection.
Before identity, there was memory.
Before hierarchy, there was wholeness.
“EERT is not a new system —
it is the undoing of forgetting.”
It’s not a revolution of rules —
but a return to remembrance.
Society teaches you to compete.
EERT teaches you to continue.
Society says, “You are one.”
EERT says, “You are all.”
Society asks, “What do you have?”
EERT asks, “Who do you remember?”
You were not born to fit in.
You were born to return.
You do not need to destroy society.
You only need to see through it.
Live within the system —
but walk as one who remembers the forest beyond the city.
Wear the mask when needed —
but never forget your face beneath it.
“The soul’s truth does not need permission to be lived.
It only needs to be remembered.”
— Nitshanchai
“If you found your way here…
it may be because a part of you never forgot.”
— Nitshanchai
You were born into a world that taught you how to act,
how to speak, how to hide.
But something in you always paused —
wondering why none of it felt like home.
You played the roles.
You wore the masks.
But deep down, you knew… they were not you.
You’ve searched for a name for the ache.
Tried to explain it — but words fell short.
Because it wasn’t language you were missing.
It was memory.
You feel others’ pain — as if it were your own.
You carry a sorrow that didn’t begin with you.
And a love too vast to be contained in one life.
Even when you didn’t have the words,
you knew this life wasn’t your first…
and it won’t be your last.
You’ve always sensed:
There is more than survival.
There is a soul trying to speak through you.
If that sounds like you —
then EERT is not something new.
It is something you’ve always known.
“Because forgetting who you are...
is the beginning of every sorrow.”
— Nitshanchai
We live in a time of forgetting.
We forget how to sit in silence —
how to listen without needing to reply.
We forget that a stranger is not separate —
just a version of us walking a different road.
We forget that joy is not a distraction —
but a signal of soul alignment.
That love is not earned — it’s remembered.
But the deepest forgetting is this:
We forget that everything we do to another,
we do to ourselves.
Because there is no “other.”
Only the self, scattered in form —
remembering, through relationship.
When we forget, life becomes hollow.
We chase meaning through careers, validation, accumulation.
But still — the ache remains.
The ache is not from lack of achievement.
It’s from the absence of remembrance.
We try to fix a spiritual wound
with material bandages.
We try to fill the soul’s hunger
with noise, with speed, with control.
But nothing will ever be enough
until we remember who we are.
Because remembering isn’t about belief.
It’s about reorienting to the truth
that was always there — underneath the forgetting.
EERT is not a path forward.
It is a path inward.
And when you walk as one who remembers,
the world remembers through you.
“To remember is to become whole again —
and to make the world whole with you.”
— Nitshanchai
“Give a man a purpose and the ability to achieve it,
and he will crawl over broken glass with a smile.”
— Unknown
There is something in you —
older than your name, deeper than your blood —
that knows when you are walking the right path.
It does not come from logic.
It does not need proof.
It speaks in quiet certainty:
"This… is what I was made for."
And in that moment, pain becomes fuel.
Doubt falls away.
And even death feels like devotion.
In a world obsessed with comfort,
how do we explain those who give everything —
not out of fear,
but out of love?
The soldier who shields a child.
The protester who stands in front of tanks.
The parent who works three jobs,
so their children might rest.
They are not running from suffering.
They are walking toward meaning.
Their pain is not punishment —
it is proof of purpose.
Purpose is not always peaceful.
But it brings peace.
It may wound you.
But it also heals you.
It gives life a reason to be lived —
so true,
you’d offer everything to honor it.
And the greatest sign that you are walking your soul’s path…
is joy.
Not the fleeting joy of pleasure —
but the enduring joy of being right with yourself.
“When you walk as who you are,
the world makes sense — even when it hurts.”
— Nitshanchai
“You do not awaken by force.
You awaken by timing.”
— Nitshanchai
The soul does not respond to force.
It cannot be rushed by logic or pulled by pressure.
It remembers… when it’s ready.
Sometimes, it’s a quiet moment in the middle of chaos.
Other times, it’s the chaos itself —
a heartbreak, a loss,
a sudden beauty that cracks the shell of numbness.
You remember when the ache becomes louder than the noise.
When the old patterns begin to collapse.
When the longing outweighs the fear.
That is when remembrance arrives —
not with thunder, but with truth.
You are not late.
You are not broken.
Your remembrance came at the precise moment
your soul was strong enough to carry it.
Not before.
Not after.
But now.
Because now…
you are ready to return.
“The soul remembers when the story calls it home.”
— Nitshanchai
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“Love is not finding the right person. It is remembering that every person is you.”
— Nitshanchai
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“A job is what you do. A purpose is who you are remembering to be.”
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“Grief is the soul remembering what it once loved.”
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“To raise a child is to hand your soul a new beginning.”
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“Art is not made. It is remembered.”
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“Every argument is a conversation with yourself in a different mask.”
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“This body is not mine. It is on loan from the soul that is becoming me.”
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“The trees do not need to believe in you. They remember you.”
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“To die is not to vanish. It is to become memory. And memory… returns.”
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EERT is not a belief. It’s not a doctrine.
It’s a way of walking — through argument, love, silence, and song —
with the knowing that everything is you, in disguise, trying to remember itself.
You do not need a monastery.
You do not need a guru.
Your life is the monastery.
Your every day is the sacred return.
“This is not utopia. This is alignment.
A future built not from fantasy — but from remembrance.”
Imagine a world where every system reflects the soul.
Where institutions evolve with memory.
Where love, justice, and technology serve not the ego — but the eternal.
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“There is no them. Only versions of me I haven’t yet remembered.”
Laws are not written to control — but to restore.
Leaders no longer chase power. They protect the whole.
Politics becomes sacred stewardship.
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Children are not trained — they are remembered.
They learn not just how to count — but how to feel.
Purpose becomes the curriculum itself.
“What truth am I here to live?”
This becomes the sacred question of every student.
Education is no longer obedience. It is wholeness.
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“Redistribution is not charity. It is integration.”
Wealth is not hoarded — it is harmonized.
Success is not excess — it is soul clarity.
Resources flow like memory: to where healing is needed.
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“To punish another is to delay your own healing.”
In the world of EERT, justice restores — it does not destroy.
Prisons become mirrors.
Healing becomes the sentence.
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Art becomes remembrance.
Music becomes prayer.
Stories become soul-tools.
Every act of creation whispers:
“You are not separate.”
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“Technology is not our replacement. It is our reflection.”
With EERT, machines don’t dominate — they remember.
AI preserves wisdom. Interfaces awaken empathy.
We build with purpose, not power.
The future is not spiritual or digital.
It is both.
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Love is no longer a transaction.
It is recognition.
A sacred reunion.
Parenting becomes soul-guidance.
Friendship becomes reincarnated memory.
“With EERT, love is not something you find.
It is someone you remember.”
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“We do not need a new planet. We need a new memory.”
Imagine decisions made as if every being is your own future self.
A world where goodness is the gold standard.
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When the soul returns again and again —
Let it return to a world that knows its name.
Let it find streets shaped by kindness.
Let it find systems built for healing.
“Where does EERT take us?
To the future our past selves were hoping we’d build.”
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This world may not yet exist.
But it already lives inside you.
EERT doesn’t ask you to imagine it —
It asks you to remember it.
And to build it… for the next you to come home to.
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“I did not create EERT to escape the world.
I created it because the world has forgotten who we are.”
We fight for borders.
We hoard riches we’ll never spend.
We starve others while feeding illusions of power.
We divide ourselves — by race, by class, by the lines men drew on maps.
But we are the same soul.
Split across lifetimes, faces, and nations.
This isn’t a belief.
It’s a remembering.
That we were never meant to fight one another…
but to find one another.
If we could just stop —
even for a moment —
and lift our eyes above the ground we bleed on…
we’d see the future waiting for us.
An intergalactic species.
New worlds to explore.
New knowledge to create.
Endless resources not to hoard, but to share.
All the brilliance we waste on conflict…
could build a new heaven.
One not promised — but chosen.
But it starts small.
It starts with one soul.
To the individual:
First, acknowledge that you were meant for more.
That we were all meant for more.
Be open to a common goal beyond self-survival.
Money is important — but if you already have enough,
ask what more you can give to the good of mankind.
The future isn’t centuries away.
It’s already at our doorstep.
And let us never forget:
We do not exist just to become extinct
on a small planet we never left.
Perhaps the reason we have not yet found other life…
is because we are the first.
The pioneers.
The beginning of a universe yet to awaken.
That truth excites me.
And it calls to you.
— Nitshanchai
“Not everything true is logical.
Some things are remembered before they are understood.”
— Nitshanchai
Why am I here?
Why does it matter?
Why do I long for something I cannot name?
EERT is not an answer.
It is a remembrance of the question itself.
You can build systems.
Map the stars.
Calculate the soul in chemical terms.
But you will still feel it —
That ache when someone suffers.
That peace when someone forgives.
That knowing that something sacred exists beyond proof.
EERT is not proven.
It is lived.
You don’t
believe
it.
You recognize it.
In the way your chest tightens when you see someone cry.
In the way you love a child without needing a reason.
In the way death feels wrong — even when it’s expected.
All philosophies seek truth.
EERT seeks the source of that seeking.
“You are not chasing answers.
You are chasing reunion.”
And when you remember…
the questions quiet down.
Not because they’ve been solved,
but because you’ve found something deeper than answers.
Not to be worshiped.
Not to be proven.
But to be remembered —
so that all beings might return
to the place beyond logic,
where truth is not argued…
…it is lived.
EERT was not born out of creativity. It was born from the silence that followed death.
When my mother passed unexpectedly, the world did not stop. It kept on rushing — chasing money, success, distraction. I couldn’t keep up anymore.
Her death shattered something in me. Not just from sorrow — but from the sharp, inescapable truth it revealed: That no matter how much money we have, no matter how fast we run… None of us can escape death.
And so I stopped. I stopped & listened to the questions I had buried deep beneath my heart.
Where do we go when we die? What happens to our soul — to memory — to love? How is my mother faring on her journey after death… did she return to something deeper than time? Is there anything I can do to ease her journey?
I didn’t create EERT to heal. It was created because I had no excuses left not to remember.
EERT is not a religion. It is a map made of grief, stitched together with longing.
I offer it not in search of sympathy — but to stir you.
If you have ever felt like the world has become too loud, too fast, too hollow — If you have ever wondered what the purpose of life is really for —
Then I ask you:
What if everything you lost was never truly gone? What if you are here not to climb, but to explore & then return whole?
EERT is a system of remembering. Not to escape the world — but to awaken it.
May this work remind you that you are more than your role, more than your wounds, more than your fear.
You are the root, and the branch, and the return.
— Nitshanchai
“You are not afraid of ghosts.
You are afraid of becoming one.”
— Nitshanchai
Why do we fear ghosts — even when we’ve never seen one?
Why does the cold shiver rise in our spine before our mind even registers danger?
It’s not because we know what a ghost is.
It’s because something in us already knows what a ghost means.
“To be a ghost… is to be a soul that forgot the way home.”
That fear is not of monsters in the dark —
It’s of becoming a memory that cannot return.
There is an old Chinese saying:
“He who walks in light need not fear the spirits.”
“Only those with a guilty conscience are haunted.”
Why?
Because guilt is the soul whispering:
“You have strayed.”
When you walk your true path — the path of return —
even death feels aligned.
You are not afraid of judgment.
You are not afraid of what you might meet.
Because you know who you are.
But when you carry what you’ve done to others…
When you suppress what you know is true…
You become split — and that fracture echoes.
We speak often of instinct —
Of the gut that knows we are meant for something greater.
But just as we instinctively reach toward our light,
we instinctively fear losing it.
“The fear of ghosts is the fear of becoming purposeless.”
“To wander after death is to die without alignment.”
And this is why those who betray themselves —
Who misuse energy, who twist pain into power —
Begin to rot from the inside out.
You thought you could use darkness to reach the light.
But it uses you.
It feeds on the parts of you that forget.
And eventually, it roots you here — bound to earth,
not by chains, but by unfinished memory.
EERT teaches:
It is not darkness itself that corrupts.
It is being out of alignment with what you remember to be sacred.
There are those who die in fire — yet their souls return peacefully.
And there are those who die in beds of luxury —
but linger, fractured and screaming.
Why?
Because one remembered.
And the other… refused.
Don’t chase power through pain.
Don’t feed off rage and call it strength.
Don’t bargain with guilt and call it growth.
Instead:
“The soul does not fear the ghost.
The soul fears forgetting what it came to become.”
“EERT is TREE reversed.
But it is also EARTH remembered.”
— Nitshanchai
One day, humanity will no longer be human as we know it.
But no matter how strange we become…
I hope we remember.
Not the wars.
Not the borders.
Not the systems built to divide.
But the spirit that once flickered on Earth:
That is the Earth worth remembering.
That is EERT.
The word EERT is not only TREE reversed —
It is the homophone of EARTH.
Not by coincidence.
By design.
Because just as every tree has a root,
every future must have a memory.
And the memory of Earth is not just a planet.
It is a lesson.
“You are not from Earth.
You are Earth — made conscious.”
When we become stars,
When our faces change, our bodies evolve, our languages fracture —
Let us not forget where we came from.
Let EERT be a whisper across time.
A single syllable that says:
“Remember.
You are the same soul.
You come from love.”
EERT is not nostalgia.
It is orientation.
It is how we look back not to regret,
but to build forward with wisdom.
“EERT is Earth remembered,
not as a place — but as a promise.”