There are truths so ancient, so entangled with the fabric of our soul, that they cannot be spoken plainly.
They must be felt… breathed in… like stardust through the cracks of forgotten memory.
They arrive not as doctrines or manifestos, but as symbols, rhythms, echoes… spiritual brushstrokes on the canvas of consciousness.
What you are about to experience is a piece of Spiritual Art Fiction, a transmission from the timeless self to the self entangled in time.
It bends form… It speaks in riddles not to confuse, but to awaken the sleeper within.
It is raw, rhythmic, chaotic at moments, clear in flashes, like the dream before the dawn where truth and illusion merge into one deeper awareness.
It calls to the seeker, the wanderer, the half awake soul who senses that something is amiss… that the surface of this life hides a far deeper architecture.
It speaks of choices made across lifetimes, battles waged beyond the visible, and the persistent invitation to return to the source of all things: love.
Let this be a mirror… Let it challenge, stir, and ultimately call you back to the divine thread that runs through all being.
For many incarnations we prepared for this current one,
our memory has been erased, so we cannot remember we have been here far too long.
Played in this playground,
a lot of new facets about ourselves we might have found.
With the goal in the heart to return to our home,
out of this 3 dimensional physical war zone.
Next cycle will be another 26.000 years, maybe less,
if you are being blessed.
Everything you have learned will be forgotten,
you will find yourself in a loop even more rotten.
As a cyborg, vaccinated and artificial, 5 G in the smart city,
where the need of love is nothing but a pity.
A world where AI and Terminator rule,
and everything is cruel.
Far too few have shown potential,
were unable to change their life and do the work that is essential.
Maybe there will be another ending,
a group ascending.
If we figure it out and switch off the light,
end this love and evil fight.
This one powerful force,
the omnipotence of love.
Don’t search for it in church,
don’t pray to it in urge.
Don’t try to find it in any religion,
which might be dark science fiction.
Rather find this spark,
the way to illumination on which you can embark.
You connect through your heart and loving deeds,
and care for the ones in needs.
Look at this place, all rotten,
where true values have been forgotten.
Where all that counts is your look,
and your cash book.
Pretending you are good,
we see all, and we might take a more precise look.
Where a good heart has no meaning at all,
and the false values might lead to one`s fall.
Where the values of the dark are on the rise,
the wolf in sheep`s clothing as a disguise.
May this poem be a warm heads-up for you,
to listen to the light-being crew.
Be kindly reminded, that you are an open book,
upon illusionary „death” or even while still “alive”, you will be forced to take a look.
(One needs to change “death” and “alive” around,
a new realistic truth we have found.)
In the astral realm all is known,
when the time is right, you will be shown.
Your judgement day will come,
and you will be presented your “sum”.
When you fought on the side of the “the others” for too long,
and your support for the dark has been too strong.
One day you will pay for all evil you have done,
so love is the better choice in the long run.
Put your behaviour right in the now,
and make an honesty, decency, love and peace vow.
Turn around, it is never/maybe too late,
to decide on a different fate.
Please decide for love,
and rise above.
The choice between the light and the dark,
the choice between the omnipotence of love and the invisible shark.
The choice on which side of the fence to reside,
the choice of becoming darker or to shine bright.
The choice between returning to loving source with fame,
the choice of falling forever in shame.
The choice of returning to loving source, rejoicing your sisters and brothers,
the choice of serving the beasts, let’s call them “the others”.
The choice of stabbing and fighting your own kind,
the choice of too many evil contracts you have signed.
The choice was in this lifetime of fulfillment now,
what has been your choice, the honesty and decency vow?
Maybe it is not too late,
and you can decide on a different fate.
Spirit of White, Germany 6.2.2025
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