There are hidden corridors of consciousness where the boundaries between reality and illusion dissolve.
This Spiritual Art Fiction beckons the seeker to journey beyond the superficial, inviting an intimate encounter with truths often veiled by the distractions of the mundane world.
It challenges the observer to confront the shadows cast by societal constructs and the fragile architectures of belief that govern collective perception.
Here, in this space suspended between waking and dreaming, the Spirit of White becomes both guide and enigma, leading us through a landscape where liberation demands courage and vulnerability.
It confronts the paradoxes that define human experience… where horror and beauty coexist, and where the seed of transformation is both shrouded in darkness and bathed in light.
To engage with this work is to embrace the tension between knowing and unknowing, to traverse the labyrinth of self and shadow with an open heart.
It is a call to awaken, not through comfort, but through the piercing clarity of unsettling revelations that stir the soul toward sovereignty.
This Spiritual Art Fiction does not merely present a narrative… it serves as a mirror reflecting the intricate dance of illusion and awakening that underpins the human condition.
Thunderland
Spirit of White takes me by the hand.
Come on, lets walk a while and sit together in the golden sand.
I’ll show you something you have never seen before,
here is it, the entrance to Thunderland`s door.
On your own trip to liberate,
wake-up voice as it is fate.
Something that you cannot see, have forgotten,
in a world oh so rotten.
Admission costs the mind and all you perceived to be true,
walking on an unknown rue.
Presenting the ultimate horror freak show,
you are invited to take a seat in the first golden row.
Please put on the pink candy glasses,
this show is truly nothing for the masses.
To enter the illusionary space of truth, you must be mature and stable adults,
to not see any negative results.
In your emotional conditions,
and your future ambitions.
These poems are falling under this umbrella of illusionary horror fiction,
and no, I am not suffering from any addiction.
Not meant to harm the political, societal, religious constitutions in place,
we are not entering this Matrix race.
Not meant to disturb or violate the view of the status quo,
faithful believers, good citizens, supporters or whatever so.
If you dont want to know,
you are welcome to step out and continue elsewhere to grow.
For searchers who desire to grow this tiny truth seed,
which is full of dirt and black weed.
Lets bath this seed in white and gold,
and see if the truth gets unfold.
On the road to be souvereign and to break free,
sealed by the number 3.
Lies, deceit, illusion, perception, but no,
Spirit of White, you are the freak in this show.
Written by Spirit of White, Germany, 8.7.2025
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