This piece of Spiritual Art Fiction carries a coded message woven through metaphor, frequency, and imagination.
It addresses darkness as a presence, not with fear, but with firm grace.
It proposes not war, but radical transformation.
It’s a dialogue, a declaration, and a dream for a new world.
In its unapologetically raw and unedited flow, this poem bypasses polished structure to awaken a deeper rhythm… the rhythm of the Golden Spirits, of truth without consent, of rebirth over repetition.
It challenges illusions, names the invisible systems, and offers an alternative: a world shaped not by control, but by divine will, freedom, and love.
Let this poem be read as revelation…
Let it speak not just to your mind, but to the memory in your soul…
Let it open a door, to the timeline we long for… and are destined to choose…
From Dark to Love:
The Last Chance
Darkness, you overdid it,
admit it.
The ultimo ratio is being prepared,
are you scared?
Without our energy the Matrix might ease to exist,
who will be there to assist?
Why not finding another solution,
instead of the absolute absolution?
Why not opening all the prison doors,
and stop all the constant wars?
Why not taking down all the glass ceilings, grids and the tunnel of light,
which is so inviting with loved ones, oh so bright.
Full disclosure would be fine,
and the truth that there is no room nor time.
Honour the free will of all,
instead of your traps to make all of us fall.
Stop tricking false consents upon the souls,
who deny to be influenced and have loving goals.
Reduce your armee and withdraw,
in the end it is universal law.
Instead stop violating it,
with your tricks and all this other shit.
Where lies and deceit are being exchanged with truth,
and all is running smooth.
Where memories are not being erased,
and any form of otherness is not being disgraced.
A place where spirit can arrive under free condition,
and not pay this dark and high admission.
Exchange all leading positions with souls,
and lets define completely new planetary goals.
Let’s work on a rebirth,
let’s transform hell into beloved mother earth.
A place where the air is clear,
where there is no more fear.
Where there is peace, instead,
and everybody has enough bread.
Where nature is full of life,
and not cut-up with a black knife.
Where all are truthfully informed,
and everything based on lies is being reformed.
Where the golden spirits are the leaders of the future,
while lovingly healing humanity´s suture.
Darkness, what is your choice?
The black or white voice?
We are just being polite here,
we truly do not care nor fear.
We don’t need your will,
To write history, to fulfill.
To create the golden age if we desire,
and to extinguish all the fire.
The incarnated golden spirits have the almighty power,
We just have to take the golden lovine shower.
Our source is love,
Look at the sky, a flying white dove.
We eliminate your astral army and guards in a glance,
you won’t stand any chance.
We would travel to Rome to look him in the eye,
and to say bye-bye
You cannot stop this,
can you feel it, the golden bliss?
Spreading around the globe,
yes, there is hope.
See, we can create this scenario ourselves,
with the dedicated help of the elves.
Let’s see which time line we will see,
which one will set us free!
To return order into creation,
to have a new, loving foundation.
A new golden monumentum for eternity,
with a new lovine modernity.
Please appreciate our endeavour.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.
Spirit of White, France, 29.06.2024