There are moments when language stops behaving like explanation and starts behaving like pressure.
Thought no longer resolves cleanly into certainty, but continues unfolding in layers that resist closure.
This Spiritual Art Fiction exists inside that kind of space.
It does not aim to convince or persuade.
Instead, it traces an internal architecture of perception where reality feels less like a fixed structure and more like something shifting, multi layered, and unstable.
Questions of control, technology, identity, and meaning appear throughout.
Yet beneath them runs a quieter message: what happens when consciousness begins to doubt the stability of what it is experiencing?
Some passages operate as symbol, others as lived inner imagery, and others blur the line between the two.
Meaning is not presented as a conclusion, but as something in motion.
No argument is being built here.
A field is being described.
One that refuses to settle into a single interpretation.
Approach it without rushing toward resolution. Let it unfold in its own rhythm first…
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 Eye Dot Connection
What is this “it”?
I am getting slowly ready to write a profound analysis.
A lot different of what we are used to read and are presented,
different of what in many books is being documented.
As being target number one,
for oh so long.
It is difficult, in fact,
when is anybody going to react?
Maybe nobody can react as I am alone,
in the panem vitae zone.
Maybe fifty/fifty,
the environment/outlook seemingly drifty.
Seen and felt too much in my so called Thunderland life,
while having felt daily your black knife.
Far more than any other,
targeted by big brother.
From the unseen and the seen,
orchestrated from the all-seeing screen.
Some things are so difficult to grasp from my high perspective,
which is, nonetheless, a totally different and more profound view than the collective.
I cannot remember what true creation was like and the role Thunderland plays,
in this artificial and simulated maze.
All I know is that I am playing the role of the leading actress without knowing,
a truth mind-blowing.
Technology and AI in Thunderland are far more advanced than any movie would show,
while one believes to be sitting in the first row.
Most horrible fiction movies are harmless indeed,
when looking at your ruthless forces and your current I Robot breed.
As it is a simulation, it is the most horrible movie, while it is real,
the fakest of the fakest deal.
And I wonder, how could so many forces have allied,
while working against creation`s heart, the natural tide.
Did these dominant forces overrule innocent ground,
backward races, earthbound.
To expand their power and empire,
finding new shire.
Did they build this “it” within their side of the fence,
with efforts being immense.
When scientists, leaders, and futurists are too excited,
the wheel of progress too enthusiastically ignited.
When the ones in power became murderer, torturer, liars, destroyer to the highest degree,
look at my illusionary life and you will see.
Powers hidden in the unseen,
while presenting a spectacle on the screen.
And I wonder how long will it take, that good ones among your own forces will rise up and say no,
is this not right, Mr. Snow?
Or love based forces finally find a way to liberate me and other victims in the game,
that by now have probably earned creation wide fame or rather shame.
You might have taken more online study lessons in faith, honnor, love, decency and pride,
you might have sticked more to what is morally right.
Moral and law might have been an important study topic to pick,
while your mind is truly evil and sick.
While the rule of law is ironically so perfectly outlined,
law and order combined.
Apply it to yourself and look at the list of charge,
if you ever get free on discharge?
It might have been better to follow a slower but peaceful rue,
and there would not be anybody to be harmed or to sue.
Some enlightenment lessons would have also been useful,
and you might have been less abuseful.
How are you going to put right what you have done wrong,
while I am growing back strong.
My life in Thunderland, seemingly paradise in motion,
from the desert to the ocean.
Truth is hidden,
basically forbidden.
Many false and half truth paradigms to be found,
and upcoming truth is even more to be drowned.
Everyday finding our more, my personal i dot connection,
every day and night more reflection.
Looking back and applying my new know-how to understand more through the past,
daily a lot of questions to be asked.
Rules and truth applying to one place, might differ over the fence,
so a new theory suddenly does not make anymore sense.
Might be led astray through influence or an unusal in-programmed scene,
or an astral spleen.
Perceiption to be altered,
so that some of my theories are being faltered.
My movie might be a simulation only for me, my simulated cage,
and all is being orchestrated backstage.
I might be in one place, believing in the simulation that I move,
searching for more proof.
Others might have other programs on their screen,
with less scream.
Maybe one arena, maybe not,
maybe a partly shared plot.
Maybe a dark and evil fake simulation resembling and adapted to truth,
which has true lovine roots.
Even possible that the overall environment stage was taken from true creation,
and the idea of the avatar was taken from a true nation.
Reality was maybe used for presenting a fake creation,
maybe just a lot of alteration.
Maybe part of true creation/reality was captured and transformed,
vintage being re-normed.
Maybe parts of reality/true creation being rolled over by the strongest technologically advanced forces,
riding on their simulated horses.
Maybe borders are districts and represent different dimensions,
maybe simulated extentions.
Sometimes, you walk over the border and see/feel a complete new energy and view,
was it really an airplane when you flew?
Put on your perceiption headphones and dive in into the ultimate playground,
increase the volume for a better sound.
Some nature is a programmed simulated fake,
hosting a lot of snake.
Some feels real and might be artifically planted below the dome,
some feels like true creation, true home.
I am catching the train to return “home”, the female ticket inspector is coming close,
wearing sexy tight perfectly ironed clothes.
The perfect female beauty without any flaw,
the longest manicured fingernails I ever saw.
Artificial love energy as a perfume all around,
while her true nature was hiding in the background.
She felt like a mast of electricity,
with a lot of vorticity.
My being felt like getting an electric shock, screaming out loud,
denying a possible blackout.
Supported by Thunderland`s 5 G and the frequency of the simulation,
feel AI´s elation.
A simulated robot in avatar disguise,
with lively, beautiful looking eyes.
When speaking, perfect language, sweet and kind,
in the astral a roboter behind.
With a lot of love and care,
just about any man would desire an affair.
Just look on Thunderland Fakebook to find more, basically the masses,
representing any classes.
Technology and AI in perfection, what else is there to say,
here at the simulated Thunderland Bay.
Artificial evolution,
what a revolution.
France, Spirit of White, 02.05.2026
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