This Spiritual Art Fiction reads as a meditation on creation itself… not as a singular act, but as an ongoing process of structuring meaning through perception, language, and belief.
The White Pearl is not merely an object, but a living symbol of coherence emerging from chaos.
It is what remains luminous when everything around it becomes layered with interpretation, memory, and dream.
In Thunderland, nothing is simply what it appears to be.
The Pearl does not escape the world, it transforms it by existing within it, reflecting both its shadow and its light in a single, continuous surface of awareness.
At its deepest level, this section is not about asserting what is real, but about examining how reality becomes real to consciousness.
It invites a contemplative stance, one that observes without immediately resolving, allowing ambiguity to remain active rather than eliminated.
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 White Pearl
A huge sound,
look at the empty ground.
A huge new arena has emerged,
where one can be purged.
And I ask from the core of my crying heart,
my only communication tool is my art.
Is my race still alive,
will I see them ever again if I manage to somehow survive?
Is my origin still safe,
or harmed with chafe?
What is my name, you took my whole identity,
I am trying to remember with serenity.
Your origin is in such a high frequeny field where we cannot enter,
deeply protected in creation`s heart lovine center.
We wanted you and lured you out of the safe zone,
and captured you with a grand armee, suddenly attacking from the drone.
You remembered your name by yourself, Ròs, the flower,
with too much beauty, influence and lovine power.
Your false identity in Thunderland, starting both with the letter of the snake,
ugly and fake.
Also being used in the false history,
some contexts are still a mystery.
I bow in respect for so much madness, horror, evil and smartness, genius at the same time,
let me emphasize it in this rhyme.
Wondering how did you come this far,
nobody stopping you or fighting you, bizarre.
All is hidden,
in the secret zone forbidden.
Endless beings are out in creation, why did I draw the black joker,
and now we are sitting together playing poker.
Win your return ticket home, in this sick race/game,
while I am trying to score by burning the almighty love flame.
The dark side of the fence, where one does not feel the beat of creation`s heart,
the golden realm, as Madame White likes to call it in her 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.
When the Orion union formed together,
to change creation with futuristic technology and AI forever.
Many different races are part of this group,
the dark troup.
Some of which are so weird and scary,
some of which are being shown in a fairy.
Please, no dicrimination,
appreciation for any nation!
Some are being shown in the Ladies in White movies, take a look,
you can also find pictures in Toutube and a good alien book.
Their technology is far beyond of what has ever been shown in the movie,
and their idea of life is rather groovy.
One company stood out in their advancements,
and constant technological enhancements.
Let me guess, the name starts with the big “M”, holding major share of my stock,
remember me, your energy and DNA whore from the block.
How did you figure this out, Madame White,
this is right.
The company was commissioned with a huge investment budget paid,
to improve all our fate.
To create a mind-blowing artifical world, computer based,
beautifully but artifically faced.
The company is being presented in the simulation as a tasty fruit, take some “bites”
and we took on the rights.
Of all the inventions and more,
let futurama soar.
The citizen`s life in their perfect mothership, UFO or AI home,
in a higly protected zone.
With their quantum computers they created fake holodecks of endless scenery,
with endlessly seeming arenals of nature and greenary.
They just put on their brain tap,
and type into the holodeck their desired spot as outlined on the sreen map.
They have their escape to re-charge their battery and experience role plays,
preferably located in the mountains and in the wild bays.
A simulation experienced as totally real through artificial simulated 5 senses,
a granted get-away “with love for our races”, offered at low monetary expenses.
Nature and paradise, feeling totally real,
dive in and feel.
Nature and environment totally controlled by the computer and the controller in charge,
the desire to be playing God is being enlarged.
The wheel of progress continues to spin,
we just now begin…
Many races are ugly and desired a new appearance,
love, sexual pleasure, intellect, conciousness and a more desirable social life in coherence.
Creative solutions are being brain stormed,
ideas are being normed.
It was decided to create a new world upon this fake simulation,
being run by the quantum computer on several space stations.
An artifical, computer based evolution, AI built the historic past,
including all the answers to all questions ever possibly critically being asked.
Also correspondently delivered the scientific proof,
and false evolutionary roots.
The simulation starts with a click in the year zero, the year of the Thunderland Christ,
when many false religions started to rise.
Let us do the time warp, a fresh start, when madness takes its toll,
all under strict all-seeing control.
Where the hologramms and holodecks are all cameras in motion, closely guarded,
many ideas being tried and discarded.
Nations of my empire, in these special times, hand in your input,
imprint your foot.
Each race will get a section in this new artificial Thunderland world,
their history, rich culture, degree of control and power being presented and furled.
Basically our unions precious history, unique for each area and race,
some are located far beyond space.
But each of creation`s race and space is being represented in the simulation, as far as we have discovered,
new galaxies are regularly being uncovered.
Widely spread among dimensions put into one artificial, fake planetary scheme,
oh yes “I have a dream”.
It is Tunderland year TzeroT,
with the birth of a new holy hero.
Where technology did not even exist, oldest style,
worth a role play for a little while.
While outside of the deck we count the year T2millionT years,
hopefully now with this precious art some mystery clears.
Where the past has replaced the future, and the future will slowly replace the past,
as long as the monumentum respectively last.
The planet Thunderland is being born,
watch, it carries a golden thorn.
The planet where everything is fake to birth a real artificial evolution,
with strict sectorial attribution.
In which the respective race is in power,
supervised by the all seeing tower.
Sitting at the beautiful Thunderland beach, the pine forest behind,
in peace and lovinely aligned.
Nature that was artificial at the start, but over time decided to become wild and real,
be quiet and feel.
The sand is runnig through my hands,
in the Thunderland lands.
Sometimes I nearly forget I am sitting in an open air paradise prison,
look, sunshine has arisen.
I have created my own free paradise in my heart and mind,
where I have left all of this already behind.
Until I am gone in the wind, flown away,
testing my wings in the windy Thunderland bay.
See me when I spread my arms,
feel my innocent charms.
My heart is singing, so I have all I need,
I am rich indeed.
My old Tphone, ready to be trashed, you will not be missed,
dismissed.
In the Orion union, the stock prices for the M company rises skyhigh,
one wonders why?
Large storage halls full of stone old technology,
organized by age chronologically.
Discharged devices, over aeons of years, still like new,
soon to be delivered out as the newest, innovative clue.
They will still sell it all starting at number 1,
you cannot look as fast as this series is gone.
At which number are we now? Somewhere in the teens,
up to date as it seems.
At which number are you outside of the holodeck wall, number 1000 to have an educated guess,
with a diamond case as noblesse?
France, Spirit of White, 19.05.2026
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