This Spiritual Art Fiction explores the collapse of perceived reality where existence itself feels constructed unstable and layered with illusion.
It speaks from within a fractured consciousness navigating between embodiment and a deeper hidden level of awareness that questions what is real.
At its core it is a confrontation with systems of control and creation where identity appears shaped monitored and rewritten by forces beyond the individual.
Beneath the intensity of its imagery lies a philosophical inquiry into what cannot be reduced owned or erased the essence of being itself.
It reflects a struggle between fragmentation and remembrance where awareness begins to pierce through the illusion of separation and design.
Ultimately this Spiritual Art Fiction points toward a quiet but persistent return to inner sovereignty where consciousness recognizes itself beyond all constructed narratives.
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 Dark Knight
It is night in Thunderland, my avatar is falling asleep,
this time very deep.
It is the night before all saints day,
my birthday.
Well, rather the day when my program started in the simulation,
and the most lucrative business opened in the Panem Vitae station.
By essence is being awakened in the checkpoint on mothership moon,
in the high security box room.
My conciousness immediately shifted,
my essence drifted.
My avatar lying in bed in Thunderland is meanwhile like an empty shell,
it was lovingly designed in a laboratory by hell.
It feels like my essence and around a second skin,
not quite akin,
with the artifically bred humanoid looking Irobot race I am supposed to resemble,
that in my Thunderland life I am constantly trying to dissemble.
No organs or substance inside the shell,
a very pleasant (La)rose smell.
We only find the heart and the teeth, and a permanent simulation plug,
so they can insert whenever, whatever program, thought, perception or drug.
When going to the Thunderland doctor, the simulation is doing the trick for normal perception,
according to established conception.
Frankenstein did a great job, indeed,
from head to feed.
While for ages you produced them in mass production,
after another abduction.
Her Highness, please get ready,
the time has come again already,
to meet the self-declared Thunderland`s queen,
it is time to re-deem,
the exceptional kind behavior we granted you,
is this not true?
The prince opens the door to his black limousine,
his black suit is neat and clean.
His prince has been kind to Madame White,
a reptilian knight.
“My wife once had the same bloodline as you,
so our race grew,
into great power and force,
the enemy of your lovine source.
I admit I adore you, my heart feels for your presence in admiration,
for you, pearl of creation.
We will drive to the queen`s castle, please dont be scared,
relax and be well prepared.
We arrive and there is a beautiful sunset in the sky,
he respectfully kisses my hand: I will take you back, see you later, bye.
I enter the castle, around is an ancient wall,
being led into an old hall.
I find myself suddenly standing in the middle of the room, feel my shiver inside,
the little toy sheep of my Thunderland`s baby daughter aside.
Around me are countless humanoid looking avatars in posh clothes,
some hold in their hands a WHITE rose.
The reptile queen is coming to the stage,
she seems to be in rage.
Your willingness to provide us with constant energy is lacking ambition,
this is why you have this audition.
Look at my empire, they are hungry and need more,
some adore…
sex with you.
A few
will meet you in Thunderland in disguise,
you will recognize them with their black eyes.
You will serve all their needs,
or I will initiate certain deeds.
Your little baby girl Elisa, just a few months old,
sleeping in Thunderland, feeling currently cold.
You are the sweetest, loving mother,
admits big brother.
We will make sure you loose her in the most horrible simulated play,
“I am tumbling, starting to pray!”.
The actors are getting ready, currently conducting the rehearsal,
many safety copies please, to avoid reversal.
All areas of your life will be destroyed, constant suffering ahead,
hopefully fast you will be dead (denied).
It is seen in the next years you will grow back in power and strengths,
and you will expand your defense.
This is to be prevented,
here is a list of all your thoughts, deeds and frequency scale perfectly documented.
All the servants drop their avatar mask, many different races appear,
but no, I dont feel fear.
Holding up the torch of love, dignity and my pride,
the tears in my eyes have dried.
Snakes, insectoids, and reptiles,
I am being led into a different room, a theatre play as a simulaton,
presenting with pride “The biggest crime of all creation”.
Many empty avatar costumes are hanging on the spikes, the beasts and actors are on break,
all in my Thunderland life is staged, is fake.
Some disappear with a click,
I recognize faces, feeling in an instant sick.
My Thunderland family, lovers, two dark knights, friends, neighbours, working collegues and more,
using me as “whatever we can take from her whore.”
Not one second of possible torture did you leave out,
still searching for the official check-out.
I am looking the queen one last time into the eye,
no, I will not deny.
One day you and all other perpetrators will stand in front of my mercy, there will be none,
it does not matter how far you run.
I suddenly awaken in Thunderland with a scream,
what a real dream.
Next to me my baby girl, sleeping tight, drinking simulated milk,
white silk.
It is 10 years later, I somehow survived pure horror, increased attacks,
many more heart cracks.
Just when I was ready to be fading like a flower,
arose from within a huge power.
In the biggest agony and pain, love made me rise up once more,
here at the Thunderland shore.
To sing my song, much sweeter than any other creature,
with a special feature.
A feather is blown into the thunder,
sometimes love and the lovine create wonder.
A feather that is green and blue,
it will find its rue,
to my home,
far away from the artifical simulated dome.
Into heaven, highest dimensions, star systems, eternity and beyond,
I wait for you to respond.
Until we meet again, while I cannot even remember,
says the fallen golden ember.
The two big wars of the world, when the Orion belt unity won,
their AI was too strong.
When Orion took me as their trophy, their hure, their breeding cow, their battery, their rat, their slave,
while hiding in the backyard in the small Thunderland cage.
I was programmed into a sector of Thunderland simulation with the color gold in the flag,
as an official tag.
My being was being owned and shared by 4 forces, once allied,
but eventually one force turned the tide.
Imprisoned for far too long, and I wonder why I,
the price will be high.
Trying to kill a vast eternal being after endless years of torture and pain,
my tears in the golden rain.
So how it is now outside in creation after aeons of time, a lot changed,
a lot probably re-arranged.
I open my arms, my wings to be more precise,
a sudden and significant frequency rise.
Standing here in Thunderland, highly awakened to the vast illusion,
coming every day to more conclusion.
I herewith declare all of my perpetrators for null and void,
I reclaim my gold.
I withdraw all power and dominance you have still over me,
here are many certificates, all declared fraud, cancelled, here see.
Watch out on how you proceed,
that one day you will not eternally bleed.
I trust more and more love forces will ally together,
to end this evil forever.
I command all of my essence parts back,
to reduce the lack.
Command my energy to rise up beyond the simulation,
connected to my essence in the Panem Vitae station.
A beacon of love,
rise above.
To awaken the lovine force and creation`s heart, the awakening lion,
love forces against orion.
France, Spirit of White, 08.05.2026
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