Have you ever wondered what it would be like to walk through a world where reality is not quite what it seems?
Where the line between the physical and the spiritual blurs, and every shadow could hide a truth or a trap?
In this Spiritual Art Fiction, we follow the Spirit of White as she navigates the complex layers of Thunderland.
This is a place of illusion, hidden dangers, and unseen forces that challenge the soul.
Through her journey, we are invited to question what is real, to explore the limits of consciousness, and to reflect on the ways our energy, attention, and essence are influenced by the world around us.
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 need to be above 21 years to read it and to be in 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.]
Thunderland:
Meet The Beasts
No, there is not one source from the divine,
where we all shine.
Creation brought forth many different races,
located at different places.
A bit like in “Lady of the Rings”,
where there are different source springs.
All kinds of other creatures and living forms emerged,
while some even merged
into hybrid breeds,
with much different needs.
Some races are mortal, some are eternal,
some working together fraternal.
Some are artifically produced on a breeding farm,
with a lot of torture and harm.
(Is this not right,
Madame White?).
Many are evil and dark,
forming together the army of the invisible shark.
North and South, we are on the other side of creation`s fence,
for a long time they have significantly been strengthening their defense.
The side of the fence, where one does not feel the beat of creation`s heart,
the golden realm, as Madame White likes to call it in her art.
Where the power of the holiness lies,
and positive virtues, love and bliss arise.
Where we find the true lovine force,
the source-of-the-all-source.
Meet the beasts. It is all a matter of perspective, is it not?
Admitted, it is difficult to write here the right plot.
Saying beasts is not very kind, as there is also highest respect,
says my avatar, my astral body, my essence highly wrecked.
The golden essence you used for your races for breeding,
and for feeding.
My unique death cell,
deep down in hell.
Who am I, where am I from, my true home?
I think I found it behind the fence, the zone.
I am writing from the perspective of the enemy, the other side of the fence,
my memory has been deleted, no remembrance.
For their minions around me the dark is maybe even their God, their hero,
and I am their enemy, their zero.
Even what I call the dark, is their creator, their lord,
they gave to their sword.
For the simulations the controller must be their star,
programmed in their baby milk from the milk bar.
Everyday my intuition, my mind I dot connector brings forth more ideas and truth,
while being installed/programmed with false roots.
Living among your army as a prisoner, as your food,
I am trying to keep my attitude,
to live in love and gratitude.
Living like in Smurf town as Smurfette,
pretty and adrett.
Let me have a try,
as during imprisonment I developed into the best spy.
Matrix, unity of hell, dark simulation,
who bred my avatar and kindly put up my prison cell in the station.
Beasts, you were very smart to put out so many dark images to lead one astray,
so that a seeker gives up to find the right way.
While the word Matrix is misleading itself, to basically giving a false address,
in this game of white and black chess.
So if one stands up against you, the destination is incorrect,
if a love warrior projects.
All is hidden behind walls,
traps everywhere so that one falls.
More tunnels for security, basically a labyrinth without exit door,
places of constant war.
To distract from the hidden criminals,
let us have some images.
Let us conduct the panel and see who takes part,
on the invitation card is a black broken heart.
The panel to create Thunderland,
provided one has enough gemstones at hand.
Once upon the time,
in the darkest time line.
The dark NOTHING invites its races from its kingdom,
bells are ringing, it is beginning.
The dark NOTHING, the devil with all kinds of names, that knows it all,
what happens behind its locked door.
The all seeing eye, the invisible shark,
representing the evil dark.
Standing at the door behind a white mask that reminds one of a scream,
welcoming you in planning to create the place where nothing is as it seems.
Many black limousines are arriving at the old castle, it is full moon,
the panel is starting soon.
All kinds of races arrive,
feel the dark thrive!
Some are races that emerged in creation,
some are about to be eradicated through castration.
Many are artificially bred at whatever place,
some have a beasty face.
One can assume races like Teiki, Archons, Annunaki, Reptos, Dragos, among the forces,
some arriving with black horses.
Many are coming as an energy form wearing a mask to give them a face,
to clearly recognize their race.
Greys, insectoids, the Serpent, the Asclepius, spiders, snakes,
in addition to all kinds of fakes.
Beasts behind shining God masks, archangels, angels, figures of the new age scene,
the many you can see shining on the Thunderland screen.
Magicians, witches, servants, guards,
all kind of black jokers with their cards.
The smartest ones of all,
some were forced into the fall.
The computer nerds and the highly advanced AI,
motherships are parking in the sky.
Specialists that know all about creation and its laws,
making sure there won’t be any flaws.
DNA researchers, chemists, physicists, and many more,
let futurama soar.
The highest advanced and advancement of all true creation,
among all possible nation.
The big ball room is dark,
the favorite color of the shark.
With spider webs on the ceiling, everywhere is dust,
on the metal a lot of rust.
Many of the different energy form stink, there is hardly fresh air,
in the square.
Oh please Madame White,
the destination is not right.
Less cliché, s´il vous plait, it took place in a high tech hotel on neutral ground,
that is difficult to be found.
Aeons ago,
there was a lot of snow.
In a place called Tavos in creation`s true mountains,
and beautiful true water fountains.
Where nobody is allowed to be harmed,
and all participants are dis-armed.
Where all is secret, where the unspoken is to be spoken,
once the seal is broken.
With blood and ritual,
usually this part being taken over by the reptiles habitual.
One mouse click, and the 5 star hotel emerged in perfection,
divided in section.
The workers are all humanoid robots with perfect manners and charming look,
even the 5 star cook.
The panel is just about to start, Madame White from the future is late,
let us wait.
Arriving exclusively from the future planet Thunderland,
the one that is now about to be planned.
This lady has to walk with her sticks, as the road is too dangerous for her,
maybe she stopped on the way to pick up a pink fleur.
Always in fear to have an attempt on her life,
or an astral knife.
The crystals on the chandeliers are starting to shine bright,
sensing her pure crystal light.
You need to regulate down the frequency on the computer,
adapt properly the rooter.
Otherwise some creatures will burst in her light,
they hate the daylight.
When she approaches, many creatures are blinded by her ray of love,
and being attacked by her white dove.
Madame White, our enemy number one,
looking so innocent, but being oh so strong.
Our reason why we came here today together,
to decide altogether,
on how to get you, our beast down,
so that lovine creation will frown.
Invited today so that in the future she can write a poem about this,
finally some true analysis.
The masses must be properly informed,
and matters can be reformed.
“I am locked up, please let me out,
I am locked up, I am breaking out.”
Oh no, the snake race has significantly reduced in population,
while being Thunderland`s major nation.
The snake leader having stuck in the throat a golden sword,
heart essence scored.
Get the beasts down,
the beasts behind the clown.
Creation`s heart is crying,
there is truly no denying.
You are about to commit the darkest crime of all,
in the end it will be your empire`s fall.
A shiver running through the room, trying to be heard,
with the golden word.
Do not proceed,
with your greed.
Find other solutions to the highest good of all,
sit peacefully together and recall.
Eat and share together the Panem Vitae, the bread of life,
let love and peace thrive…
Spirit of White, France, 20.03.2026
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