The words of this Spiritual Art Fiction do not merely tell a fable… they pulse with energy, carrying the weight of unseen worlds and the echoes of soul level connections.
If you read carefully, you can feel it yourself… because you are part of the dance.
It’s not reflecting just a relationship between two beings, but the lifelong dialogue between love, fear, and the evolution of the soul.
At its heart, this work is a meditation on the paradox of human connection:
How we can meet someone who touches the deepest, most eternal part of us, and yet find ourselves unable to step fully into that union?
It is a journey through the labyrinth of trust, rejection, pride, and surrender, showing that some bonds are not meant to simply “work out” but to awaken something far greater within us.
[NOTE: Before you journey further into this profound Spiritual Art Fiction, I invite you to ground yourself by reading “Thunderland“. This essential context will open your perception and prepare your soul for the awakening that lies ahead.]
Lost in Illusion Part 5:
White Flame
No Stephanie I will not read your book, totally “hors de question”.
I am unable to handle this passionate love “confession”.
I am proud and always right,
I am blinded by your light.
Leave me alone,
I wanna be on my own.
Je le dirai la dernière fois,
stop this love l´aboi.
I need to learn to follow my heart and to trust,
before my deep emotions rust.
Your frequency is too high, it is like glass I cannot pass,
I need a spirituality class.
I want to reach your hand,
I just can´t.
Courage I need some,
I somehow need to stop this inner run.
I want to pay you my respect but I am scared,
that I love you in my own unique way, is herewith being declared.
A unique way in my heart that is just mine,
a way that still makes your heart somehow shine.
May it be known that Madame Weiss is mine,
do not step over our love line.
Yes, I feel your essence, beautiful and sweet, full of power,
while being soft like a tender flower.
At first I chased your essence away,
but hey,
I admit I barked and bitched out loud,
it was too much for me, this energetic love cloud.
I made up for my impatient temper,
I declared I would surrender.
This emanating love, I cannot resist,
nonetheless, I cannot give you yet a first physical kiss.
I am in deep conflict in my personal life I don’t know how to solve,
I know I have to grow, I have to evolve.
I cannot rest at night when I don’t feel your essence on my side,
this love energy is such a delight.
In denial and separation, this love somehow grew,
oh if I only knew.
Without communication I learned the rules of this love game,
don’t underestimate me Madame Weiss, I will earn my fame.
One day I will stand up and show you what powerful treasure I carry within,
where is the pin…
…to enter your life and your heart,
I herewith use the granted joker card.
Ma cherie, please help me to find the right way,
here at the French Atlantique bay.
So far, I cannot but ignore this golden seed,
until it has grown weed.
Oh this tiny seed,
it is growing with incredible speed.
Into something I never felt before,
something so far I must ignore.
I cannot define,
this must be lovine…
I am human and spirit at the same time,
maybe it will not be fine.
There is so much conflict I am in,
I don’t know where to begin…
Trying to determine who I am and who I am not,
trying to find the right plot.
Which timeline to create,
to decide on the best “fate”.
For the first time confronted with this kind of spiritual love in this form,
for myself and others I could define a new norm.
It is difficult to understand what this is all about,
that one has to be guided by the heart to find out.
Torn back and forth in my heart,
while you will always somehow remain my sweetheart.
Maybe all of this I want to forget,
because otherwise I would regret.
All these “desolé” and no,
and this no-show.
My heart, too deeply hurt,
I would always be afraid you are watching out for the next flirt.
Difficult to trust you again,
and then all this pain.
Maybe I let you go and let you find your way,
maybe you still need to play.
I deny taking part in the rat race,
I have too much grace.
The golden lion has risen,
it does not want to be in the society prison.
To continue to live your illusion,
while I un-do the energetic fusion.
Maybe I declare all null and void,
and reclaim my warming gold.
As long as the illusion lasts,
when the future has replaced the past.
This life out there will not last in the known form much longer,
I hope you are better prepared and stronger.
Maybe a plan B man in this case is a better choice,
for my heart to be healed and to rejoice.
Deep within I want you as plan A to come into place,
so I can live at a grounded pace.
I require you, a normal and grounded man,
that would be for me the best Sam.
If I continued in this ambivalent liaison, then there is no room for another,
so that I can be once or twice more a loving mother.
True love is difficult/nearly impossible to detach,
in the hope to one day find another match.
This has been true and untrue at the same time,
I hope I made it clear in my rhyme.
I cannot decide now,
because I love you and we have a spiritual vow.
My wounds will be difficult to be healed,
in my golden, illuminated field.
My perspective changes according to my energetic condition,
while I carry this heavy burden in my love mission.
Depending from which perspective I look,
maybe there has to be another book.
I am unhappy and I miss you,
but I appreciate you having different feelings, a different view.
In the end, I don’t have a choice,
because you blocked me and I don’t get to raise my voice.
I am forced to change the desired route,
while putting on the golden suit.
“Quickly darling, we need to run,
the Matrix meltdown has begun.”
Maybe not, and I have to leave you behind,
I cannot, you are my kind.
Maybe my bruises are too strong,
and I don’t know where I belong.
Maybe too much rejection and pain,
too much tears in the cold rain.
Maybe I am too heartbroken,
too much bruises, too much out-spoken
and at the same time un-spoken.
Sometimes my ego and pride are getting too strong,
trying to convince me being with you would be wrong.
It is only your physical body who does not agree,
who does not understand nor see.
How many doors did you close,
while avoiding to wear lighter clothes?
How many did I open?
Look, the pine wood is already broken.
You cannot say you did not know it better,
this is why I am writing you this letter.
So that you have the chance to correct,
when you have understood the effect.
Back and forth without progress,
just resulting in a lot of stress.
Both of us wounded in our own unique way,
in this one year play.
Unless you change your mind before it is too late,
and there will be another fate.
Illusion will show,
if you see my belly grow.
Maybe I have to re-write the plot,
which time line we see, happy end or not.
It is happy in any way, as it is real,
can you not feel?
In reality this love just is…
…it does not need an analysis.
Your essence being just as upset as me,
this perfect loving Gentleman, full of esprit.
Not wanting to leave my side,
longing to be my eternal husband with so much pride.
Over time, it had to be with women it did not love,
being heartbreakingly forced.
Your true essence is my all,
how could I possibly let him fall?
I have to differentiate between what is real and not,
with which part of you did I tie the knot?
We have the conflict of nothing and all,
his essence wanting to rise and the physical shell to further fall.
His physical body does not know what this is all about,
otherwise he would have doubt.
Playing or loving me, what is right?
Who is going to be leading the inner fight?
We have the lifetime of fulfilment here,
a coherent decision would be better, my dear.
One day you and I will look back and understand, the higher purpose behind,
when things are better outlined.
May destiny work out to the highest good of all,
in accordance with any lovine call.
“Little king, you symbolically dropped her golden highness at the junkyard,
for her that was very hard, but she has granted you another joker card.
Oh dear, the junkyard, a place where normally nothing grows,
but see an isolated glowing pink rose.
It has somehow grown this tiny seed,
out of this junkyard weed.
Weed that has been nurtured with this endless soul affection,
the purest form of love in perfection.
Look there are more pink roses that blossom all over the place,
beyond time and space.
Did she not demonstrate you her in-satisfaction with the situation?
In an untypical way for the boring German nation.
Unique, passionate and wild,
while at the same time loving and mild.
A way that would melt any ice,
refined with her self-mixed love spice.
Oh my passionate star, shine brighter,
and light up a billion lighter.
You have been granted your final almighty power, so shine,
and define the new word lovine.
Oh yes, use this passionate love within and enlighten the ultimate love “flamme”,
show your power to the world, Madame.
Sing, my brave star sing, the song of your heart,
and spread this precious art.
Your love is our secret weapon in this love and evil fight.
Oh yes, Madame White.
Drop the power ring,
and protect us under your golden wing!
To be continued…
Written by Spirit of White, France, 25.2.2024
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