In this powerful piece of Spiritual Art Fiction, we are introduced to the dark “question mark,” the invisible shark that haunts the edges of our consciousness.
It is a dialogue between the light and the dark, a revelation of the business plan behind the simulation.
Through these verses, we are invited to look at the beauty and the beast as two sides of the same medal, and to find the neutrality that lies within.
It is a journey through the mud to find the gold, a mission of love to liberate the soul from its prison.
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.]
Ach, wie gut dass niemand weiss,
wie ich heiß…
Once upon a time,
in creation`s true realm.
Enchanté, my name is the dark “question mark”,
while Madame White likes to call me the nasty invisible shark.
Madame White, have you still not found out my true name?
By now I have reached so much fame.
At least in your poems, the dark hero,
while for you and your audience being nothing than a minus zero.
How long did we two try to start the poem “I have a dream”,
to introduce my empire in a truthful way, the trap where nothing is as it seems.
While in reality this poem has already been astrally written a long time before,
behind the secret door.
When you write, you hate my energy sitting on your shoulder,
but now after months it is fine, as I am not anymore your official shareholder.
You know you need our help writing this,
some more analysis.
Nobody dug as deep in the mud as you,
look at your dirty shoe.
Anybody even coming close would have gotten killed,
even the most highly skilled.
What you have been through and are now going through,
what a rue!
You have deserved our highest respect,
and we favor now your project.
You are able to also see the good side,
as of why so many forces created Thunderland, allied.
A place where interests are colliding,
a place where there is a lot good behind the dark hiding…
The beauty and the beast, two parts of the medal, lets bathe it in gold,
and see if neutrality gets unfold…
Madame White, you need to stop your fear, we feel your shiver,
your crying river.
While at the same time, we are also full of fear,
as the golden army is near…
To liberate you and destroy your prison,
in the love mission.
You are currently our only speaking tube,
within the Matrix cube.
One needs to read all your Thunderland poems to understand the vast picture,
and to be able read the scripture,
of the business plan,
of all it how began…
While the symphony is half way from being finished,
while the darkness slowly is diminished.
Little audience, much honored to meet you, while I already know you well,
you are maybe part of my empire races, just lost your memory and wearing a masked shell.
Indeed, I know all about you and your masked life,
I know better than you who you are behind your masked simulation disguise.
You only believe you know who you are, far from that,
everything around you is orchestrated, fact.
Let us speak a bit about how it all started,
when the cold-hearted departed…
I HAVE A DREAM,
to build and expand my own divine empire, where nothing is as it seems.
The ultimo greatness of all that has ever been created,
details have to be debated.
I can already see it and sense it, a nothing and an all,
a place where I can bring the golden realm smartly to fall.
Creating my own unique shining bright empire, paradise in motion,
planned with love and devotion.
North and South, we are on the other side of creation`s fence,
for a long time significantly strengthened our defense.
The side of the fence, where we don’t feel the love of creation`s heart,
the golden realm, as you like to call it in your 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.
The love core, what in Thunderland we refer to as planet “Thunder”,
the “all that is” wonder.
What is stronger, machines/intellect or holy force,
the love intuition, the golden source.
We invested all in Artificial Intelligence,
created large quantum computer and robots with diligence.
Shown in so many movies, how can one think this is not real,
ignorance can be truly a bliss to feel.
A place where I can breed my dark army without attention,
I make them believe in ascension.
Shiny and bright,
a delight.
Dirty and full of lust and more,
basically there is all you could possibly adore.
With love for the races of my empire,
back in the shire,
where there is endless darkness and fire.
Where I can play God and a lot more, and have the many to pray to me,
a spectacle like “Teglee”.
Look at my black crown,
my masked face resembles a clown.
Ready to crown myself, but I have no physical form,
a place where physicality is a norm.
A mask but behind is an all seeing black void, a scream,
I need to expand my power, my repetition, let us build a team.
To build something greater than all, the gladiator arena in gold,
where freedom seems to rule, but everything is being highly controlled.
The leaders of the races of our side are invited for a panel,
to be a channel,
for their kin,
so that we can begin…
to collect the different interests and needs,
for our different breeds.
Madame White, you are invited in, so that you can write a poem about it,
together with your own analysis.
Aeons later,
here we find a female gladiator.
My dream, I lived for so long, you are trying to destroy Madame White,
is this not right?
Panem Venenum defeated by the Panem Vitae,
on time with no delay.
The rule of law and the old covenant as paper in your hand,
ready to be forever banned.
Only essence that combines all qualities of the fellowship in one,
who is that brave and strong…
Faigh na beathaichean sìos,
na beathaichean air cùl a ‘chlown.
Let us come back to your name,
which is full of dark shame.
Maybe Melchior, Caspar, Baltazar,
some guards of the soul bazaar.
The 3 original dragons, disguised as the 3 wise men,
you invite in with those signs above your door, written with a black pen.
Maybe not, listen to the musical Tats and do some i dot connection,
reading out the field, some reflection…
Ach wie gut, dass ich jetzt weiss,
dass Du „Mestopheles“ heisst…
Spirit of White, France, 23.02.2026
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