The world we inhabit is an absolute masquerade…
A place where love has been hidden and shadows rule the stage!
Deception, programmed souls, and hidden hierarchies, daring you to question the reality you take for granted.
This Spiritual Art Fiction uncovers the masks we wear, the illusions we follow, and the invisible hands that shape our lives.
Behind every mask lies truth, beauty, and the spark of freedom… but only if you are brave enough to look!
[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.]
Thunderland oh Thunderland,
the illusionary planet where love has been banned.
The fictional evil overlay on planet Earth and beyond,
try to call, and the darkest of the dark will respond…
Hey dude, what is going on tonight?
Oh, we are having a costume party, alright?
Do you already know what you will wear?
Listen, party music is in the air.
My whole life is a silly mask party, is it not?
Let us investigate the plot.
My society and private masks must always be in perfect place,
so that nobody can see my true essence, my true face.
All these artificial roles we constantly play,
night and day.
Just one flaw in the mask and we might fall from grace,
a hurdle in the rat race.
The race of beauty, money and fame,
and a loser is nothing but shame.
Even this race is nothing but a sick mask, a disguise,
so that we dont see the real game, the eye`s rise.
What if the human body was some kind of mask, some kind of disguise,
and the term „humanity“ falls more into the field of lies?
The words bio robots, i-robots, or teletubbies suit the situation more,
please, too much horror, where is the exit door?
Programmed into this computer simulation,
divided by different nation.
Containing different kinds of mask features,
all kinds of creatures.
The pre-play is taking place on the astral plane,
where all kinds of dark forces reign.
Our etherical body also wearing the mask of being similar, being one human kind,
while in reality we are truly blind.
The illusion of being one kind,
so when we are taking of the mask, what do we find,
when we look behind?
Most are soft- and hard wired „nothing“ in this playground,
statists so to say and earthbound.
Artificial intelligence in perfection,
with artificial emotional affection.
Comforting indeed,
a fake but often a beautiful breed.
On their smart phone they receive their daily update,
their emotions are fake.
They carry the AI intelligence deep within,
underneath their perfectly programmed skin.
Their behaviour is being controlled by the click on the computer,
their death is being determined by the switch off on the rooter.
They are often dormant, like being asleep,
they are usually the unconcious sheep.
With different functions in place,
in this mask race.
Behind we often find evil actors, dark beasts, breeds and prison guards,
playing out their joker cards.
Being constantly rewarded by serving the dark,
the all seeing eye, the invisible shark.
Some alien races occupy a physical I robot shell,
they often have a nasty smell.
Their intentions of their presence differ,
standing next to them might make you shiver.
The crazy circus we are in, clowns all about,
acting out loud.
Within the circus arena there is this golden cage,
while the snakes are waiting backstage.
The Aeons are sitting within,
the eternal, heart based kin.
Around them their guards, torture under the umbrella of protection,
the partners, families and friends artifical affection.
When the Aeons, the souls drop the mask, what do we find?
Esprit, beauty, love and perfect virtues, lovinely aligned.
We are locked up, please let us out,
we are tied up, we are breaking out.
They have been caged for different reasons by the dark,
mainly to serve as an energetic food source for the invisible shark.
To keep this evil playground in place,
to continue the mask race.
To steal their essence for longevity, youth and health,
for building up with the love energy their wealth.
To find joy in their constant fight, torture and pain,
the one that is always to blame.
To feel in their presence love, joy and bliss,
to feel the lovine kiss.
To copy their behaviour for the fake i robot programmed souls,
trying to play their candy roles.
To perfume beasts behind the star masks, provide charisma and charm,
while working as a slave on the farm.
Spirit of White, our last unicorn so to say,
playing currently at the French Atlantique Bay.
Your art and talent is impressive, you got a lot right,
you took on the fight.
To spread your own truth,
and to proudly represent your roots.
To defeat us and to break free,
how far you get we will see.
Representing truth nobody wants to hear,
as they have too much fear.
All avatars out there have been programmed to ignore and deny you,
they will prefer to be ignorant and to remain in the zoo.
Your essence is so beautiful but your mask has many flaws,
are you truly expecting applause?
Spirit of White, Germany, 20.10.2025
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