This Spiritual Art Fiction explores the inner journey of awakening within a world filled with illusion, control, and forgotten truth.
Through symbolic imagery and cosmic storytelling, it reflects the struggle between darkness and light, programming and consciousness, despair and love.
At its heart, it reminds us that even in a reality shaped by confusion and false paradigms, the human spirit still carries a powerful force within.
Love, awareness, and courage become the guiding light that allows one soul to question the system and walk the long road back to truth.
The story invites the reader to pause, reflect, and listen deeper within themselves, where the real power to transform reality has always existed.
When everything else fades, love remains the one force capable of restoring, reconnecting, and guiding us home.
This poem belongs to the genre horror fantasy & fiction. The content is not at all adaptable to the personal life of the author and surrounding, nor the established planetary system, political, societal and religious. You must be above 21 years to read it and to have a stable emotional condition.
[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.]
I just keep on walking down this lonely and empty road,
believing that within my heart I carry the code.
The loving sound of my home is guiding me the way,
I already started walking, here at the Thunderland bay.
Next to me heart-based essence and beings that I will take along,
while singing a self-composed song,
of hope and peace,
while bathing in relief.
To escape and to bring down Tordor, the dark arena and beasty empire,
built upon the painful, dark and unseen fire.
My golden prison cell,
deep down in hell.
Believing the last love and last spark within me will be enough,
even though it might be tough,
to enlighten the almighty love flame,
and to return home to reign.
Just my last strength will be enough to dominate the billions and the shark,
and the many races who signed up for the dark.
Feel the simulation, the frequency is skyrocking high,
before she says forever bye bye.
Her true origin is close,
their army arose.
In the greatest pain and agony, she rises up once more to sing,
hear the love bells ring.
Be invited to listen in silence and respect,
relax and reflect…
On the side of the long road my favorite flower,
a pink rose.
It is lying alone on frozen ice,
what a little paradise.
LaRose looked at it with love, so it will live forever,
let us walk home for a new endeavor.
The unity of hell was smart to make sure truth can never be unfold,
lies in this case are much more pleasant to be told.
It is me against the simulation and the dark army, drinking all my blood, day and night,
in a constant fight.
Stealing my gold and parts of me to birth within themselves their own eternal soul,
for a new role.
To strengthen their breed,
with much hunger and greed.
The dark army is spreading fast,
having a blast.
The seekers out there, whatever their choice,
unconsciously feeding the mouth of the army with their voice.
This is my own movie, all simulation,
around the “panem vitae” station.
Me against the billion lies and the masked avatars in disguise,
I see them clearly, your black eyes.
Playing the role of the faithful divine, the loving and kind member of society,
and a constant “deniety”,
playing to be oh so correct,
in every physical respect.
While astrally and in the sleeping box zone one can see your true face,
and the origin of your race.
Which contracts did you sign?
To consume and torture down the lovine,
to birth the dark divine,
and finally you are beautiful and can shine.
Which contracts so you are being put into the box, allowed to enter masked the zone,
for this experience in the artificial home?
For this glamour and beautiful avatar,
and the soul bought at the soul bazaar,
for your wealth,
and a vibrant health.
Me against the decades of false paradigms and false truths,
mainly lying about your origin and your roots.
Me against the charismatic leaders of new opinions,
while laughing about the dumbness of their in-programmed minions.
Me against the army of beasts in the astral, using every chance to attack,
burden me more with their pack.
Me against the billion`s flow,
to row,
against the muddy stream,
where nothing is as it seems.
My injured and crying mask against the belief, external beauty is all that counts,
while on my account, there is no money to be found.
While the perfect Tardie and Ten are created with their life in no time,
in an instant the whole picture is just prime.
Being sabotaged and played out on every step that I took,
take a look.
Me against the non-existing deficits,
see my certificate of illusional indebtedness.
Me against the masses of faithful believers, devoted,
and “the truth is a crime” to be promoted.
Me against the illusional rule of law,
being accepted as “awe”.
Me against the highly valued tradition,
and the compromised artificial nutrition.
Me against the in-programmed false “code of conduct” and memory,
here is the school elementary,
brought in by computer click,
just like the office when you are sick.
Me against Thunderland`s institutions,
always presenting the correct solutions,
for you as a good paying client,
just be a bit suppliant.
Whatever you need,
one wish, one desire, one click, and it is served on your feet.
Thunderzon.com has it all,
just call.
One click and the kind, good looking man from the post at your door,
just cheaply order what you adore.
Me against the artificial sugar candy soul coat on the many,
in particular “the chosen ones” coming up as plenty.
Me against re-incarnation and the idea of death,
and what to expect when you take your final breath.
Me against just about all you believed to be true,
all that you basically cherished and knew.
Telling the masses out there 99,9999 % of their life is a lie,
while my only credibility is my love, intellect, esprit and my frequency skyrocking high.
Well, the list could go endlessly, let us make the long short,
for all our comfort.
The only truth here is love, cherish it well in your heart,
and when it all falls apart, with this love there might be restart…
The controller click on the red “never ever touch button”, the plug is being pulled out,
a loud alarm and an instant black out.
All masked avatars and all material matters disappear in a glance,
apart from your beloved home in Tance.
In the box office all boxes open, all kind of beings rise up,
wondering why there was no back-up.
LaRose, it is now you against the simulation, are you ready?
Just stay steady…
In a dark void, beyond time and space,
it is going to end, this race.
The simulation and LaRose are currently at armistice truce,
well kinda, a bit of reduced abuse.
For the final act we are entering now,
and you have the necessary know how…
Let us see how this ends,
let me full of honor kiss your hand, before you ascend.
Look at LaRose, hiding at her tiny backyard place,
taking it with grace.
Being the heart of the biggest crime of all creation,
here is her citation:
“My heart is singing, so I have all I need,
I am rich indeed!”
For the first time since her abduction,
and all her destruction,
she is happy and in bliss,
while giving her loved ones an affectionate kiss.
Her avatar is turning back into health and beauty, the shining star,
from the soul bazaar.
You can only grasp this beauty when you see with your heart from within,
and consciousness has broken in.
Aligned with the ocean and the forest full of pine,
writing diligently rhyme after rhyme.
To sing her song, and to be heard,
with the golden word.
Determined to go home re-fragmented and in pride,
her broken empty golden cage aside.
Healing her wounds and pain,
which have been insane.
There is still a lot she has to give,
she can forgive…
Oh, I need to build back my strength,
and to strengthen my defense.
I see my interests are not quite in line,
I might not even earn a dime.
I need to rest in unconditional love and have faith,
to connect back to my race.
While putting up my daily perfect act,
my actress abilities are awesome, that is a fact.
Please, kindly asked, don’t project into my field,
I need to rest protected within my love shield.
Spirit of White, France, 14.2.2026
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