This Spiritual Art Fiction unfolds as a legend told from within the simulation itself… the story of an eternal being who was never meant to be forgotten.
It follows LaRòs, a vast essence of love exiled into Thunderland, living incognito at the bay while unseen forces observe her every step.
At its core, it is a meditation on memory and identity, on what remains of a being when names are erased, histories rewritten and every movement is watched.
The signs along the shore, the lone surviving bird, the trash and the fire, become a language of their own, messages meant to be read with the heart rather than the mind.
Beneath its darkness runs a steady current of resilience, where love is not only what is harvested, but what quietly places order onto the field around her.
Ultimately, this Spiritual Art Fiction invites the reader to witness a legend being written by the one who lived it, before it can be dusted over and forgotten on the bookshelves.
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 Legend | Secret Operation Code Fra-SS-1111-LLL
Currently we are seeing two major players dominating Thunderland, from the unseen,
dark beings from the astral, controllers and AI at motherships orchestrating at the screen.
Thunderland used to be the pearl planet,
with a lot of gold and granite.
An original paradise in motion,
from the desert, to the forests, to the wild ocean.
The true and real avatar race are the original natives,
the colorful, the loving, the good hearted, the creatives.
But also many dark forces from lowest dimensions ruling in the spheres,
to be blamed for a lot of fears.
That were also nutured by the native inhabitants and their energy field,
for them a great nutricious yield.
When aeons ago high tech UFOs arrived with ruthless AI alien forces,
riding on their black simulated horses.
They captured the pearl for different agendas to satisfy their greed,
upon innocent one`s bleed.
As Thunderland is a real life interactive computer simulation,
and many actors are plugged up somewhere in whatever space station.
Or by now just put their brain tap on their head,
after the fine print in the contract has been read.
Maybe I am wrong, forgive me, alle fantasy, maybe nothing of this exists, all an illusion,
difficult to come here to a final conclusion.
All is just in one`s mind, with a mutual playground,
all is orchestrated from the background.
This topic is to be discussed at a different time,
crime after crime.
Now creation`s biggest crime, mind-blowing,
currently still ongoing.
When AI Orion, or better the unity of hell imprisoned a vast eternal being, originating from far away,
innocently exiled, violently taken to the Thunderland bay.
LaRòs, innocent and pure,
irresistible energetic allure.
This eternal energy fountain of love within,
for many races the holy kin.
No being in creations`s history has ever been tortured to this degree,
read the Thunderland poems, feel into your heart and see.
Harvested, tortured, experimented on, oppressed and enslaved,
eaten up, kicked, sold and depraved.
Also functioning as hostage, cautionary figurehead,
a wonder she is not yet dead.
For aeons this was going on, and when she was about to fade away,
she was put in the simulation Thunderland bay.
Into an artifically bred avatar shell,
created with love by hell.
Many out in real creation not knowing if she was still alive,
or if she would soon, after aeons, arrive.
She became the perfect avatar and simulation expert, to not attract negative attention,
to avoid tention.
With all the prison guards, actors, statists and thought police around,
concentration at all times or one can be drowned.
Being observed by AI around the clock,
being followed around any block.
Always measured in the process of recovery,
and the self-discovery.
Playing the play in perfection,
while writing “escape the beasts” as a lection.
Her sole centred presence placing order onto the field,
the unseen love shield.
Oh, look at her initials when she was “in-programmed” into Thunderland`s simulation,
into a very important sector nation.
TT,
find the key.
When history showed her the truth and what is awaiting her,
a destroyed and tortured pink fleur.
The darkest crime scene placed into an ordinary life, the worst sorrow script,
currently being decrypt.
As the worst, being uprooted,
with the enemies in the lowest dimensions rooted.
Memories deleted,
her essence constantly being depleted.
The experiment on how to kill in the most torturous way an eternal essence,
to feed the darkest beasts and the simulations as their florescence.
LaRòs shares her last journey here in the simulation with you,
before she embarks on the returning rue.
Her true original home,
out of the simulated dome,
the constant dark and evil war zone.
Trusting somehow she will survive,
one day again she will thrive.
They will not listen, their mind is blurred by all the lies and ommission,
they will not be interested in whatever mission.
They are of a different race,
wearing a mask on their face.
Too scared even though knowledge could set them also free,
for them to also flee.
Contemporary witnesses, some are even holding energy parts of her, little created souls,
trying to find their identity, still playing the in-programmed roles.
She seems normal at first glance,
very highly advanced.
The simulation had planned her last destination at Thunderland bay a long time ago,
as past incidents show.
In Thunderland`s bay, hologramms in perfection,
in love with this place, true heart affection.
An artifical biotope underneath the holo deck, the dome,
the nice and cozy artificial home.
Nature maybe grown under biotope condition,
following creation`s laws lead to fruitition.
Some parts are maybe out in true creation, difficult indeed,
the overall script is hard to read.
All somehow put within the planet Thunderland, the pearl in the universe,
that is currently screaming underneath the darkness and AI curse.
The planet with some fake divine force,
and its own in-programmed avatar source.
Differing from sector to sector,
despite having always run the I dot connector.
Separating will break her heart, there is some comfort here,
despite the constant fear.
All that she needs is in vicinity,
knowing all her affinity.
The road is too dangerous for her, possible denied attacks,
further cracks.
While at the same time, this vast being re-fragments itself,
with the help of the forest`s elves.
Speaking daily her healing,
and flooding herself with love for a better feeling.
Her radius of movement got very small,
like an invisible wall.
At the same time the vast nature allows her to recover,
while there is a lot of more truth to uncover.
The electromagnetic field aligned with heart beat,
forming together the lovine fleet.
Writing here my avis for others to find,
lovinely aligned.
Before the last piece of illusion is being drowned,
and only lies and misleading half truth can be found.
Living at the Thunderland bay incognito, the lady in white,
day and night in a constant unseen fight.
The whole simulation runs on her life force,
as within her lies the love source.
By now every IRobot/being has formed some sort of contract or other connection,
treaties, third party connections, copies and regular inspection.
Each IRobot/program/simulation was given a bite,
to birth a soul, a little light.
Nearly impossible to come back to strength,
to strengthen her defense.
She believes her last spark will be enough to light up the dark,
to eventually overrule the invisible shark.
Many other avatars are living in her heart core,
at the illusional Thunderland shore.
Heavy,
but she is trying to stay steady.
For the other avatars, she seems normal,
they dont know much about paranormal.
Believing it must be the nature whose frequency is so skyrocking high,
a true love comfort nobody can deny.
Nurtured with lovine unconditional love,
originating from far “above”.
The ones around are loving and kind,
unknowingly with LaRòs aligned.
Unwitting witnesses to true creation history,
blinded for real mystery.
Radiating out very far, 30 km is only her heart core,
along the beautiful Thunderland shore.
Northwards until the lake of the guest,
where one can have a nice, relaxing rest.
Eastwards to the train station,
where one can embark to visit another avatar nation.
Southwards to the weekend flea market,
where one can buy a cheap carpet.
Westwards out into the ocean,
wild passion in motion.
Who comes close can feel that within her lies the fountain of the holy love source,
with the unseen force.
How good this is nothing but a fairytale, deficient fiction,
all none-sense, no prediction.
When she planned her first trip to the bay a few years back,
the T-country section unexpectedly ran out of fuel, a huge gas lack.
Last year she was welcomed with the beach full of dead birds, some sort of “pest”,
feel like a much honored guest.
Many dead birds are covering the beach,
it took tons of bleach.
But there was one bird alive, looking around in shock,
sitting alone in emotional agony on the rock.
What was your message here?
Yes, I have fear.
Did you destroy and kill my whole race, and kept me as the only one alive?
“We can use her for many purposes, our company stock will thrive.”
Next day kilometres of the beach fully covered in trash,
and dark ash.
Of course “pollution”,
the ocean`s elution.
Let us classify her as some sort of “it”,
same category as shit.
What an honor,
are you fearing that I am becoming stronger?
She starts to remember and builds her own puzzle upon her observation,
the highest AI alien forces in charge desire her collaboration.
As one can see in the poems, she has some support,
has been judged by the unseen court.
Some of her qualities return,
there is still a lot to remember and to learn.
Her sensing the future and intuition,
her ambition for this unique mission.
Her childish nature and esprit,
ready to grow her own golden tree.
She was under constant surveillance at all times,
even at bedtimes.
Many programs/simulations were initiated as a test,
maybe one day we invite her as their guest.
We grasped the sum of her qualities and adapted the plans,
sometimes we even took her by the hands.
Mother Thunder connected to her heart, love is spreading everywhere,
LaRòs is standing in awe and bowing down in a prayer.
Chosen to be Mother Thunder`s speaking tube, the love perspective,
to benefit the collective.
So, when the time has come, how I am taken safely to the sea,
when I am finally declared free?
Take her to the sea, Mr Turdoch,
please undock.
You got me in, so get me safely out,
in a bailout or a breakout.
And I wonder why me, this bundle of love,
designed in completion by creation`s heart above.
Was I somehow chosen for this task,
without being asked.
To balance out all the AI evil on the other side of the fence,
this is coming at a high expense.
To be an anchor to true creation in a world of copies,
to be the rose among the artifical poppies.
Nobody could have possibly survived this horror and pain,
the golden tears in the rain.
Only this innocent heart was strong enough,
to surive this journey rough and tough.
Does creation`s heart need my help to purge itself from the AI evil,
for a retrieval,
for a new peaceful balance and order,
and new galactic border.
Madame, your being has changed,
you have to re-arrange.
Your direction might go along the springs,
and you grow your own unique wings.
You have to feel what role is now yours,
look at all the doors.
There is a lot more you need to know,
further grow.
You have proven to be of highest essence nature and to be extremely resiliant and smart,
smartness based upon intuition, fairness and heart.
But this is the poem the race number 2/two,
another poem coup.
Suddenly an alarm sirene makes a huge noise,
controller and robots are raising their voice.
LaRòs and the area are getting too strong, her frequency is too high,
love is in the air up into the sky.
The frequency is higher than AI and 5 G,
the lady is trying to flee.
She might bust the simulation,
and her being might free herself plugged up in the panem vitae station.
React fast, burn the area down,
but leave out her core being 30 km around her town.
Put up a little fire threat also at her former home three hours west,
cleary addressed,
so that she gets the message, another hint,
our footprint,
so to say,
one click on the screen and there is fire everywhere in the bay.
LaRòs`s avatar is away 1500 km and feels as if her aura was on fire,
crying for the forest in her shire.
Her vast essence stayed at her current beloved Thunderland bay home,
the LaRòs`s zone.
Another detonation in town right after as well as poisonous jellyfish in the sea,
thanks for this valuable key.
You see the cracks in the Thunderland simulation, where the true light shines through,
and where the heart loves beaucoup.
When LaRòs writes her own legend herself,
being forgotten dusted on the bookshelves.
France, Spirit of White, 14.05.2026 and added on 01.09.2026
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