In this deeply personal and evocative piece of Spiritual Art Fiction, Spirit of White speaks from the depths of her “prison cell” within the simulation.
It is a cry for freedom, a demand for grace, and a powerful declaration of the enduring strength of the heart.
Through the imagery of a single pink rose at the entrance of a gladiator arena, we are invited to witness the ongoing struggle between the light of the essence and the darkness of the simulation.
It is a call to turn around before it is too late, to choose a different fate, and to remember the bond to creation’s heart.
It reminds us that we have free will and we can choose our own fate if we are aware enough.
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.]
I am locked up, please let me out,
I am locked up, I am breaking out.
Thunderland oh Thunderland, the darkest prison cell,
deep down in hell.
There is one single pink rose lying at the entrance door,
in front of the gladiator arena with constant war.
It looses blossom after blossom, but it keeps on living,
constantly forgiving.
Oh simulation or unity of hell, don’t you think the time has finally come?
I hope you had enough fun.
The biggest crime of all,
your further fall.
The most horrible crime still ongoing,
a truth mind-blowing.
All your action movies are harmless indeed,
when comparing to my bleed.
The Tunger Tames are close,
when comparing Tatniss`s destiny to my being, LaRose.
To torture me since birth day and night,
in the constant fight.
In the seen hidden as karma, destiny or bad luck,
or energetically stuck.
In the unseen from the astral or per mouse click on the quantum computer,
I want to speak to the prosecutor.
In form of masked avatars as appreciated members of society,
with an in-programmed deniety.
With an in-programmed coat of “I am right”, “she is wrong”,
“she is the problem”, “I am oh so strong”.
Not one second, not one chance did you leave out,
not one sprout,
to spread your evil,
so I will never find retrieval.
What is my sentence in hell,
in this artificial avatar shell?
Designed in a laboratory,
to be playing the star role in this horror story.
Lifelong or death of my vast being?
Currently rising to be fleeing…
Look at my avatar that is not really aging, one day others will realize,
that this is just a masked ball with disguise.
The day will come I have enough strengths to write down my agony and pain,
my tears in the daily rain.
Turn around, before it is too late,
decide on a different fate.
For creation and beyond,
remember that you once also had a bond,
to creation`s heart,
but you preferred to be apart.
Withdraw your army and beasts,
having their feasts,
with my love, energy, DNA and holy essence,
creations pride, its florescence.
Let me go, have grace,
stop this sick race.
I have no clue how much damage you put on me and what is left,
in this incredible essence theft.
All I know is that I still have this heart out of gold,
my truth will be unfold.
Stop now und un-do harm,
dis-arm.
The time will come that whatever is left of me will come to haunt you and your kind down,
whereever is your hometown.
It does not matter what shape or form I will have, my revenge will be vast,
sometime when the bright future has replaced the past.
I will always remember all your nasty smell,
deodorized with sulfur from hell.
I will not stop until you and your kind are defeated,
your hell is depleted,
and my love mission is completed.
Have I not already started,
gold-hearted?
In the name of love and what is right,
in this love and evil fight?
To put right what you have done wrong,
while you assumed you would be forever strong.
In the name of all other prisoners and victims you harmed in your sick game,
full of evil shame.
May they all be freed,
as this is my creed.
In the name of love and creation`s heart, we will get you down,
you beasts behind the clown.
Shoush, have you seen my army yet,
together we will win, you bet.
The army of LaRose and vast areals of pine,
feel the attack and defense line.
This piece of holy land decided to serve me,
feel and see.
Above the pine my being re-fragments into its spirit form,
while preparing to be dropping the avatar uniform.
In the shadow and protection of the trees,
feeling peace and at-ease.
The last unicorn showing its full splendor in gold,
while the almighty illuminated presence gets unfold.
In our combined frequency one can sense creation´s holiness, its grace,
with determination and faith.
Together we have already enlightened the love flame in hell,
to finally burn down my prison cell.
So simulation, what about immediate grace and capitulation,
avoiding a future massacre among your nation.
The countdown, 3, 2, 1, the time is nearly up,
this time there wont be any mercy or backup.
All re-installment clauses thrown and burnt in the flame,
in the holy name.
Well, I just continue, there is nothing I have to loose,
I will not anymore tolerate any abuse,
I am protected walking in my holy shoes.
Soon, the beasts will be fallen at the grace of the almighty love force,
already here and arriving soon from above.
Spirit of White, France, 22.03.2026
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