Like a beam of golden light piercing the veil of illusion, this Spiritual Art Fiction arrives not as a mere poem, but as a mythic song whispered through dimensions.
It is a celestial monologue from a soul cloaked in stardust, standing at the edge of worlds, delivering her truth with both fire and feather.
Here, metaphors become messengers, and satire dances with sacred purpose.
Through rich symbolism and a voice both vulnerable and valiant, the poem reveals the journey of a soul awakened to divine purpose…
Spirit of White: Enchanté
Curtain Call for Spirit of White,
an illuminated star, a powerful knight.
A shining light in the dark,
THE enemy by the invisible shark.
Crystal clear,
have no fear.
Descended to define the omnipotence of love anew,
together with the light-being crew.
Re-discovering truth that has been forgotten,
living in a pathetic world that is rotten.
Finishing this game of white and black chess,
who will win, take an educated guess?
My existence is love, this is all I care,
I declare herewith I am a lovine heir!
One of the golden avatars in physical disguise,
a truthful star on the rise!
Here is my message for the flat dome earth,
which has not a cent of worth.
“Controller, where are you sitting outside of the “flat” globe?
Let me take an educated guess, far away from this artificial biotope, in a sphere anaerobe.
Enchanté, my name is Jupiter, Tris or Katniss,
I carry within the lovine bliss.
All the “capitols” out there and all the presidents “Snow”,
we are the ones in the districts far below.
Your lying construct is falling down,
10, 9, 8, 7…listen to the final count down.
The time has not come yet,
but it will come one day soon, you bet.
That I shoot my arrow towards the glass dome,
so that the flat planet falls to dust and we can all return home….
My true weapon is the unconditional love in my heart,
while you will probably try to attack me with your little arrows, playing dart.
All evil, I send you what you need the most, unconditional love,
delivered to you by the white dove.
And no, nothing is over,
soon we will sing: It’s for you the game over!”
Oh Spirit of White,
let’s be honest here, you are sometimes wild.
Your cheeky, sarcastic tongue, but your nature oh so mild,
deep within, sometimes still a charming child.
Sometimes making a mistake,
and often eating too much cake.
But constantly serving your source,
utilizing your incredible and powerful force.
Trying every day to be more enlightened,
protecting others, making sure they are not frightened.
She walks this unwalked road and carries this burden on her shoulder,
a true lovine shareholder.
Sometimes I feel the mightiness of my being and expand,
I am looking down far up France, seeing at far distance my beloved Atlantique sand.
I open up my wings and fly,
far above into the sky.
My golden essence is so strong,
I am having difficulties in the physical to get along.
Constantly material matter around me breaks,
lots of reparation and replacement this takes.
Electric devices often stop working in my presence,
the electric shop is making a fortune, their pleasance.
“Owner, please come the stove does not work any longer”,
“Oh Stephanie it is working perfectly fine, you need to push stronger.”
The other day when I entered the shop, all electricity suddenly went off,
at once, working fine again after my take-off.
The area where I live changes after a while,
the nature blossoms and the humans becoming heart centred, in their face a smile.
My golden heart energies are spreading wide,
beyond the town into the countryside.
The humans sometimes shiver when they enter my wider room,
they astrally recognize me that is what I assume.
Treating me with special honour and care,
offering me the golden chair.
A lot of men being attracted to my pure light,
desiring my energy, the innocent white.
It takes a lot to conquer my heart,
I grasp it at first sight, who is my sweetheart.
Often when humans are near,
I feel their fear.
I wonder why, I exist out of love,
I admit it is all difficult to grasp, kind of.
The soulless people sometimes are disturbed in their program and freak out,
without reason they bitch at me and shout.
I experienced people rolling their eyes and their program unable to function anymore,
needing help, having difficulties to fulfilling their chore.
When I was still asleep in younger years, I always felt far from being at home,
already within sensing the glass dome, and the astral fire coming from Rome.
I was a total outsider, no group was a fit,
I thought I was wrong and it upset me, I admit.
Color, tone and archetype did not match with most people
back then we did not have deepl.
I grew up in Germany, in the most beautiful city.
it has most bridges in the world, incredibly pretty.
An illusionary hologram in perfection,
to me it does not matter, I am still holding the loving affection.
Nowadays, I have found an area in France where I can blossom and feel fine,
where my energy bodies well align.
There are only few countries in middle Europe I can still enter,
mostly located outside of the center.
The energies are too dense,
as if there was an astral fence.
When I enter a country I kinda miss the astral welcome song,
it is rather a threatening “get out of here” gong.
Now, I am trying to leave my fears behind,
growing more into my destiny, being more defined.
It is a challenge being me,
read my poems and you will see.
Being prepared of my role, of what is to come,
when the golden revolution has begun.
Always behaving in an honorful and ladylike way,
“Steph, put make–up on, style your hair and use hairspray.”
“Steph, be slimmer and do some sport,
you need to look nice at the airport.”
“You are a representative of the lovine,
try to be perfect, you should always shine.”
We are on planet Earth, where it is all about your look,
“Steph, get your teeth straight, if you want to sell your poem book.”
I am trying to see it with humour,
not listening to the rumour.
While my nature is funny, sarcastic and full of passion,
full of temperament and loving affection.
But let’s be more optimistic for now,
and focusing on the solutions and the know-how.
I am taking my role with honour and pride,
doing my best and being ready for my role and lovine ride.
Spirit of White, France, 15.11.2023