Preface Some truths are not created they are remembered. For many years, Yog lived in me not as an idea but as an ancestral memory, a quiet call from within: Preserve it. Protect it. Practice it in its authentic form. Change is part of nature. Each age brings its own rhythm, and we must learn to adapt but adaptation must not come at the cost of forgetting the origin. A body can take many shapes but without the soul it is lifeless. In the same way, Yog may evolve outwardly, yet its essence must remain untouched. We live in