In this meditative exploration, Spirit of White takes us deeper into the illusionary planet of Thunderland.
It is a place where love has been banned, and the soul is held in a vast simulating cell.
Through these verses, we are encouraged to look beyond the cognitive dissonance and face the truth of our existence.
This is more than a poem, it is a call to awakening, a guide to navigating the dark simulation with a heart centered on love and gratitude.
Sit back, read, and see what it stirs within you…
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:
The Golden Rope
Thunderland oh Thunderland,
the illusionary planet where love has been banned.
The fictional place in hell and radiating far beyond,
try to call, and the darkest of the dark will respond.
The vast simulating “death” (denied) cell of the young essence LaRose, the lovine child,
kidnapped for her beauty, power, eternal energy and love, innocently exiled.
Situated on the other side of the fence, the dark,
slowly being eaten up by the invisible shark.
For the plain sight, paradise in motion,
from the pretty mountains to the ocean.
A simulation with obvious flaws,
being welcomed by the hungry beasts with applause.
A place where the computer regulates all, including the frequency,
and the avatar masks provides the image of one kind, equality.
Being a proud member of society,
but there is anxiety….
Truth remains truth, denial is not a solution,
Where do we start? That there has never been an evolution?
But let us now talk more about your denial and awakening,
I try to encourage you but it might be challenging.
„Spirit of White, I don’t believe in you, I must deny,
I am still in the irobot frequency, which is not too high.
I prefer the cognitive dissonance, you know,
I don’t want to believe I am a statist, an actor or a beast in a dark freak show.
I want to continue to believe I am a light being chosen to ascend,
my dreams are what I need to defend.
That I am a being made in the image of the true divine,
and the sun for me will always shine…
Reading these poems make me shiver,
I feel like drowning in the cold, muddy river…
“Truth seeker, let us take a more precise look,
I will also speak more about it in a coming book.
So that you can take another choice,
and listen to the truthful voice.
It is normal to deny this horror, to grasp the truth,
to defend the lying roots,
to look the truth in the eye,
preferring to continue living the dark and evil lie.
But let me say this now, as this is essential,
for you to be more prudential.
Your body is just an irobot, an avatar shell,
designed with love by hell.
By a huge quantum computer located on mothership moon,
here is the camera, it has zoom.
Once you drop it upon “death”, your original being will be just the same,
so watch what you became,
before your time has come,
or the simulation`s meltdown has begun.
There is no way to escape what you have produced,
so walk now in the white shoes.
Make enlightenment and love number 1 priority in the now,
make an honesty and decency vow.
„Spirit of White, I admit, I am scared,
my heart voice needs to be shared.
There is only very few eternal essence out there,
the true Aeons are so incredible rare.
Knowing, maybe originally I belong to the dark or I am from IRobot nature is hard,
is there not a joker card?
My beloved world is nothing but an illusionary computer simulated farce, for real?
A dark deal with too much seal?
I wake up in the morning hoping this was just a nightmare, a dark dream,
did you hear my scream?
Is there any way to obtain some sort of essence, some sort of soul?
Changing the side of the fence and to re-define my role?
„You are standing here, asking these questions with humility,
and the ability,
to raise your consciousness above your I robot programming,
so I can speak, we can slowly begin.
It is easy out there for everyone to detect something is severely wrong,
you might have sensed it all along.
The huge elephant being in the square room,
you could not grasp all the obvious clues, could not assume,
that the truth is so vast,
how long will it take that a brighter future has replaced the dark past?
Lies are everywhere, more conspiracy lies on top,
the sign is on stop.
Don’t serve anymore the beasts,
don’t participate anymore in their feasts.
It does not count what or who you originally are,
if you derive from a computer click, or lovine source, near or far.
What counts is what you decide to be,
but remember, there is always some sort of entrance fee.
If you turn to love, to lovine`s awe and do what is right,
when you help the imprisoned essence to end this love and evil fight.
Turn within and connect through your 5th heart chamber to the omnipotence of love,
they will hear you from far above.
Your consciousness will expand, and so will your heart and essence,
an evanescence,
of the dark traces within you,
walk from now on the lovine rue.
You have unknowingly shared space with LaRose, so there might be a seed planted within,
even when you are from a different kin.
Don’t underestimate the effect of an almighty essence honoring you and blessing your rue,
faith, that you will find your way, will get you through.
The persona you project into your avatar is not who you really are behind the curtain,
so at the moment your true origin for you is uncertain.
Don’t be mislead by all the false paradigms,
and all the unseen crimes.
To make you blind for the truth,
that most are here to feed upon LaRose`s eternal youth.
Love overwrites the computer simulation, it can create wonder,
don’t let the AI thunder let you go under.
If you continue to defend the status quo, the dark,
and serve the invisible shark,
then this is what you unfortunately chose,
look at your black clothes.
There will be other poems to discuss this important topic much more,
this is just the entrance door…
Poems that are much harder to digest,
and more details will be addressed.
LaRose insists, this is a poem of hope,
grap the golden rope.
It is raining, listen, the tears of LaRose and her origin, the lovine force,
the source of the all source.
It is also the tears of the dark perpetrators, their guild and fear,
the golden army is near…
We are all sensing fire,
in the shire…
Oh dear, the space of war, a place where normally nothing grows,
but see an isolated glowing pink rose.
It has somehow grown this tiny seed,
out of this space of war weed.
Weed that has been nurtured with forgiveness and affection,
the purest form of love in perfection.
Look there are more pink roses that blossom all over the place,
beyond time and space…
Spirit of White, are we a bit unsatisfied with the situation,
at your energy fuel station?
As shows the freak show outside, prices for fuel are up,
desolé, you are still the back up.
Some gratitude please, we gave you a physical form,
a new human norm.
Torture just came along,
come on, you proofed to be strong.
A female Rocky so to say,
now playing at the Thunderland bay.
So much advantage in this experiment, one had to play the blame game,
at least you are earning now some sort of fame.
Detective, keep on digging deep,
and the truth will one day lay at your feet.
Spirit of White, France, 16.03.2026
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