They are not a number. But they came encoded.

Not all of them were known by name. But all of them were felt.

This book is not for sale. It is for remembrance.

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Download HERE (in German)

Years ago, the number 111 began appearing in dreams, visions, field meditations — always tied to children. Not just any children. But those who held a frequency that hadn’t been seen for generations.

The “111 Child Vision” is not a prophecy. It’s a field imprint — a call to remember. Whether there are 111 of them or 11,111 is not the point. The number simply opened the gate.

What They Carry

These children:

  • Don’t just ask questions — they ask origin codes.

  • Don’t just resist systems — they deactivate outdated blueprints by refusing to comply.

  • Don’t just feel deeply — they read emotional fields and respond accordingly.

  • Don’t just create — they translate frequency into form.

You may know one. You may be raising one. You may have been one.

The Book That Was Never Lost

This project began as a book: 111 memory fragments from children across Sicily and beyond.
Fairy tales, dreams, drawings, visions.

It paused — not because it failed, but because the field wasn’t ready. Now it is. And the book is not a product. It is a portal.

The Book of 111 Children (Free Download)
This is not a book of stories.
It is a map of memory.

Within its pages live 111 children — not as characters, but as frequencies.
They speak not in plot, but in remembering.
You may recognize someone.
You may recognize yourself.

📥 [Download the Free PDF] English version

📥 [Download the Free PDF] German version


🌐 Available in English & German now.

Let this book be more than a book.
Let it be a field.

What Comes Next

In this space, we will host:

  • Symbol cards that speak when clicked — not randomly, but in resonance

  • A story map of 111 children’s voices (gathered gently, never forced)

  • Invitations to parents, guides, and educators to contribute their knowing

  • Visual field activations created by and with the children

This is not a community. It’s a memory field. And if you’re reading this — it may be because one of them called you to it.

If something here spoke to you — you’re not imagining it.

You don’t need the perfect words.
You don’t need credentials.
You don’t need to explain what you felt.

Just write to me.

This space is not about reaching “the right people.”
It’s about opening the right portals. And if you’re reading this, one may already be opening in you.