Madness is not always the absence of order, but sometimes the collision of too many orders at once.
It emerges when reality ceases to behave as a single coherent surface and instead reveals itself as layered, contradictory, and unstable.
In such moments, the mind becomes both witness and architect of meaning, trying to sustain coherence in a field where coherence constantly dissolves.
What is called “madness” may then be understood as the strain of consciousness attempting to remain intact within an expanded, unfiltered perception of existence.
The Spiritual Art Fiction can be read as an exploration of the tension between knowing and not knowing, between the desire to locate truth and the simultaneous dissolution of stable reference points.
In this space, meaning does not rest, it shifts, refracts, and reassembles itself through the act of observation.
What unfolds is less a story than a phenomenology of consciousness under uncertainty: a voice moving through layered realities, attempting to anchor itself while recognizing that the very act of anchoring changes what is seen.
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:
When Madness Takes Its Toll
Please read before the other Thunderland poems to start
as it is an important introduction to this valuable piece of art.
I did not want to write a book about my unique illusion, here it is, suddenly nearly finished,
while my tolerance of further remaining in paradise prison is further diminished.
Sitting at my fallen tree on Thunderland beach every day, praying and crying,
there is truly no denying.
Simulating around,
just about “lost and found”.
Just got another electric shock by having accidently touched an avatar,
at the flea market bazar.
Dont be mistaken, this is my individual Thunderland simulation,
while sitting lonely in the Panem Vitae station.
I might be all alone,
in my own unique simulation dome.
When avatar clinches to the essence and the other way around,
in this artifical playground.
How far are we along the road,
I am not being told.
Please, let me go,
close the doors of this running freak show…
Aeons ago…
The power of creation lies in the golden realm, the original source,
the love force.
Where we find almighty eternal beings of the highest nature, the highest lights,
great qualities within from the healer to the powerful knights.
The Aeons so to say,
each one a ray,
of light,
true delight.
Living in peace, unconditional love and highest virtues combined,
with paradise, nature and animals deeply aligned.
Incredible smart, intuitive, highly evolved,
issues hardly exist within, as they are peacefully and fairly solved.
Shoush, touch your heart and feel,
this is real…
Creation brought forth many different races,
located at different places.
A bit like in “Lady of the Rings”,
where there are different source springs.
All kinds of other creatures and living forms emerged,
while some even merged
into hybrid breeds,
with much different needs.
Some races are mortal, some are eternal,
some working together fraternal.
Some wear a mask to have substance, a mask, a 2nd skin,
some dont like the appearance of their kin.
I cannot remember anything, all my memory has been deleted,
but movies show world and galaxy wars, defeat or being defeated.
Also the Thunder news show in a different setting creation`s news trends,
so now this unbearable nonesense is starting to make some sort of sense.
Many are evil and dark,
forming together the army of the invisible shark.
Let us more politely say, having other interests in mind,
and selfish ambitions behind.
Major players are the M, the S, the I, sn, Aquil, and the reptiles,
while there are many more on the Orion`s town hall files.
Insects and gre, and many more beasts,
wanting to have their feasts.
(You have no power over me, get out of this poem and my field,
that is with “love, protection and honor” being healed and sealed.)
The panel in Tavos was a huge success,
they agreed on playing white and black chess.
While the other side of the fence denied to play,
they preferred to pray.
On their side of the fence in the lowest dimensions,
hell`s extentions.
Many races formed together as the Orion union,
to birth a futuristic communion.
Lets futurama soar,
and have our preferred being LaRose as our “whatever we can use her for” whore.
The smartest scientists worked together to create a never-seen breakthrough invention,
that would entail a lot of different intention.
They created a super Mario real-life computer simulation,
and had the idea in mind of a new beautiful looking nation.
Where everything is run by the quantum computer,
and the inhabitants need to to be regularly recharged on the rooter.
Nicely shown in the TungerTames,
where the controller play all day long their games.
Unclear if the holodeck dome arena was placed within their union on their neutral ground,
or if they inserted their grid control on pre-occupied arenal, just found.
Some nature feels wild, honest and real, difficutl to say,
especially at the Thunderland bay.
Taken over and stolen, overrun with AI control,
what do you expect from beings without a soul?
They birthed a new race, humanoid looking avatars,
produced on masses on mars.
Difficult to say if the avatar race existed before and was copied,
and they desired similar beauty to be embodied.
Maybe they overrun an innocent helpless breed,
that also needs to be freed.
As there are beautiful, real avatars out there,
but they are very rare.
Orion have a tendency to take what is not theirs,
they dont care about suffering and tears.
Biorobots that look and behave like a perfectly advanced breed,
beautiful from head to feed.
Robots that can love and learn,
that can work to earn.
Robots seemingly made in the grace of God or by evolution,
the laboratory is truly another solution.
Well, there is truth to this, lets call it artifical evolution to be fair,
knowing the laws of creation, some light and a bit of care.
And yes, the self declared God of the dark created them with love,
from underneath and not from above.
A crime creation has never seen before,
open it, hell’s door!!!
Ready, set go,
a computer click and you will enter this re-looping freak show.
It is all saints day in the simulation, a black haired baby cries,
with these brown-orange eyes…
It is the pivotal year T1978T in Thunderland, in the most sinful city,
wild, crazy but incredible pretty.
Lots of water in this hologramm in perfection,
in the lowest dimension, in the high security section.
Water is what she needs the most to breath, so that she wont fade,
always as a last drop as an aid.
T-burg, calling itself Thunderland`s most beautiful city,
while applying to win each year at the official committee.
In honor for her holy highness, the most beautiful essence,
back then still in adolescence.
The holy child, brought up in hell,
in her invisible cell.
In a life in total contrary of her high dimensional origin, her true source,
the lovine force.
T-burg, her open air real-life prison cell,
deep down in hell,
in an artificially bred avatar shell.
T-burg, where one can study the values of the M,
with his fatal femme.
Hardly any sun and freezing cold,
but she was kept warm by her gold.
One of Thunderland`s major simulated entertainment place,
where concerts, musicals, cinemas, theatres and sex business ace.
“I have got to keep control,
as being outlined in the artifact sea scroll!”
When the madness took its toll,
where one can take a seat in the first row.
in the Tocky Horror Show.
The biggest horror show of all creation is going to start soon,
La Rose is being prepared on the moon.
Soon she will enter the stage,
or should we rather say golden cage?
Is the simulation running in perfection,
please another check, more reflection.
Are the actors ready, the entities chosen wisely,
has her essence been studied by all precisely?
Are the IRobot avatars charged to full battery,
the race fully bred in a factory.
Not by evolution, nor by God, well yes, I am their beloved creator,
the angelic dictator.
When nothing can ever be the same,
we and she will earn our fame.
Nothing must go wrong, in this once in creation`s show,
mistakes are a no-go.
Another rehearsal, please,
have all the beasts have paid the fees?
To get their prime spot in her life,
oh, my panem vitae business will thrive.
Otherwise make sure you delete her memory or rewind the script,
dont forget to zoom in all the camera when she is being stripped.
Oh this will be wild,
sin with the holy child.
Being next to you, so many years later, while you are writing these rhymes,
look at you after so many crimes.
What is left of you and your dignity, but still you are shining bright,
in your heart is still burning this passionate love light.
Please make sure you write this poem according to our wild esprit,
a bit like Tglee.
Please, a neutral perspective,
dont forget the benefits of our collective.
You earned our consent to write these poems and to enter our field,
hopefully you will earn your yield.
Is it not right,
Madame White?
From the astral you can feel my tears,
you dont have fears.
The energy between this S force and you is neutral at this time,
in this time line.
Oh I had to mark my initials in your fake name, oh so creative,
when searching, you will be finding more clues being probative.
You are truly lovinely protected, among us now highly respected,
while many wonders were being detected.
We saw all about you, every step that you took,
here is your computer avis, take a look.
Every deed,
every feet.
Every thought that you thought,
all you taught.
Your nature is honest, unique and pure,
while we often treated you as trash and like a whore.
We sold you many years ago to other dark races,
with even darker faces.
You know, you were a great dancer, we should have given your avatar a great voice,
you could have been a musical star as a better life choice.
In the land T-of the free you could have been a stripper in the M town, you preferred the bar instead,
to earn your bread.
Look at what you became, and what knowledge is now yours,
for these endless wounds and cries there will be cures.
I hold you in my arm as a baby,
and still you are a young lady.
While you remain stuck, continue to dance,
have a wild romance.
Maybe later you can function as some kind of Diplomat between the dimensions, the guardian of peace,
working for creation wide cease.
My dream, that was a great success, has now turned into many benefits,
write about these in emphasis.
Your mind is smarter than any AI,
you could apply,
as the smartest being,
very clear-seeing.
While not even having the IRobot programming nor a brain,
high potential to reign.
A young spirit brought up under highest torture and pain,
oh yes, you will earn your fame.
And still you exude unconditional love,
here you have an in-programmed white dove.
For a few days the energy around me has been dark and dense,
I was searching for the lack in my defense.
When a voice in my head started to say, there is now time quality to proceed,
to safely write about the home of the IRobot breed.
When I finally start to write an analysis,
of what this “it” is.
My own analysis, based on unique experience, too much to bare,
too much horror to share.
Where Frankenstein meets AI,
where moral meets the lie.
The show closes its curtain,
the effects are still uncertain.
The price was just too high,
admits the eye.
The star of the show has been sent home,
far away from the holographic dome.
Applying for “Ladies in White (LIW)” as their major agent in control,
what a highly suited role.
In front of the curtain lies a pink rose, with sharp thorns,
on the floor are lying bloody horns…
France, Spirit of White, 15.05.2026
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