This Spiritual Art Fiction opens the second Thunderland book, and it begins where every awakening must begin… with the question of where one came from.
The voice of the simulation answers back here, at length, laying out in its own words why LaRòs was taken, what she is worth to those who hold her, and what they still want from her.
It is a confrontation with an origin that was deliberately erased, and with a history written by the very forces that benefit from her forgetting it.
Between the declarations of the captors run quieter moments, a bus station in the rain, a childhood prayer remembered in German, the small human details that no simulation can fully author.
What emerges is not certainty but a first thread of truth, held by a being who cannot verify what she is told yet senses her own vastness beneath the avatar.
Ultimately, this Spiritual Art Fiction is the opening of a longer search, where remembering one`s origin becomes the first act of reclaiming one`s freedom.
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 Quest for Identity Part 1 | My Origin
Thunder, oh constant Thunder,
I am still not going under, what a wonder.
The simulation speaks inside my ear,
am used to it, no fear.
My simulating avatar that is connected to the quantum computer,
giving constant demands to the astral shooter.
My discomfort and restlessness cannot be denied,
while I am trying to hold up the light.
We will add value to this poem you intent to write,
so please listen LaRòs`avatar Madame White.
For this poem, we already downloaded and investigated your thoughts and intent,
the expression that you meant.
You are here the only prisoner from outside of the galactic fence, the other side,
the strongest enemies, not allied.
In true reality and true creation,
outside of the AI computer simulation.
All the real ones in here among the simulating programs are many species from our land,
where your allies are being banned.
All kind of beings and creatures,
with all kinds of features.
You understood very well by now what this is,
so please write and share your analysis.
Because of your kidnapping, imprisonment and torture we are facing a huge galactic war,
questionable if anybody would score.
Holy princess, if we let you go without revenge, peace might be established,
and you will be taken off the blacklist.
We desire that you stay here until your avatar has grown old,
and your story, your avis has been told.
Also we desire your wise input to advance the simulation for growth,
the lovine touch of LaRòs.
Too much this became your home far away from home (!?!-),
in the dark and foreign zone.
Bring up your kin until their LaRòs baby essence has matured enough,
as the truth for them is truly too tough.
You will know when your status is being changed from prisonor to our much honored guest,
and issues of responsibility and blame can be addressed.
We took you for your lovine power, high virtues, wisdom and beauty, eternal DNA perfection,
for testing, breeding, cloning, and inspection.
You are the holy worshipped half solid princess of the Blue Avians, we herewith declare,
as you demanded, we are trying to be fair.
Created by the strongest and purest, the most beautiful ones being in love,
blessed from the lovine above.
They proudly presented LaRòs as the being of perfection,
within a strong lovine connection.
You are more a sparkling ray of light,
a star oh so bright.
Because of you, there are issues among the allied nations in real creation as seen in the simulation news,
whatever channel you choose.
You are of highest importance for all creation, questions of religious beliefs, doctrines and more,
reasons for constant war.
We developped this simulation just for the purpose of your imprisonment,
while you are just pure innocense.
The ones that captured you are not anymore in power, the simulation is constantly being improved,
the darkest traces are slowly being removed.
The false history cannot be changed,
but the future can be re-arranged.
Dont forget the tide can quickly turn,
what is there to earn?
I cannot verify what they say is truth,
but at least I have a first idea of my roots.
I am siting at the Thunderland Bay,
trying to connect through my heart to my race far far away and pray.
Each time a couple of in-progammed helicopters in a straight line,
flying seemingly above the green pine.
Or huge noises in the air like unseen fighting jets,
really scary and weird it gets.
The most eye-opening poems are just ahead,
while you are lucky they will most likely not be read.
The avatar I Robot programs were programmed to deny my avis,
unwilling to pay the fees.
In the last few months you really enlarged your efforts to get me out of the way,
our little white and black chess play.
I am sitting at the bus station in my “home” simulation section,
reading “Thunderland” as a lection.
The train, as usual, is very late,
heavy rain is starting, we have to wait.
In a second endless Thunder is all around,
lightning everywhere in the backround.
You are liers, perceivers and murderers to the highest degree,
I will not stop until I find the golden key,
to set all prisonors and visitors free.
I will one day write about how you are constantly trying to kill me without attention,
within this incredible AI simulation invention.
At the moment we are in an incredible battle of war,
and on some days you get me scattered to the core (denied).
The strongest powers and AI fleet against me alone,
being so far away from my true home.
I am still standing my ground,
while there is nothing but a real-life video game all around.
Perceived through my 5 senses avatar simulation program,
programmed to receive constant scam.
This is the start of my 2nd Thunderland book, this time going much deeper,
I won over most gate-kepper.
I dont care how far I will get facing alone the strongest AI force, the technological giant,
I will not be compliant.
The love and grace of the lovine is running though me,
oh, let me have an educated guess, this you can grasp and see.
Oh I forgot, the word “love” does not ring a bell,
this is why I am sitting in my AI avatar cell.
“Ich bin klein,
mein Herz is rein,
darf niemand drin wohnen,
als der liebe Heiland allein!”
Who was I, who am I, who am I not?
Let`s search for more truth for the plot.
Aeons ago, you had nearly tortured my essence to death,
one could hardly hear anymore my breath.
I was captured from my lovine home, the highest dimensional frequency, my race, my heart,
from my status and art.
Taken with violence and torture by beasts, robots, all kind of creatures,
with dark and evil features.
You had stolen most of my life force, eternal essence,
to be fed to your program avatars as florescence.
You have your weapons prepared for any race kind,
any trickery contract ready to be signed.
Ready with your AI force and I Robots to overrun the lovine,
you already believe you have reached the goal line.
To have the AI crowned
and have all opponents and love warriors drowned.
In true creation you desire to dominate all,
the lovine`s fall.
You gave me my own simulation world,
a fake, AI computer-based dream world.
I am all aone,
sitting in this 5g, high tech dome.
The 5 senses simulation mask being glued on my face,
I am entering the non-existing illusionary space.
Or rather electrones stuck in my energy field,
for the most beneficial yield.
Now play and run this death race,
just pray to your God and have a bit of faith.
You deleted all my memory,
all I know is I am your number 1 enemy.
Which is, I admit, my upmost honor and pride,
let us play run and hide,
Back then, what was left of me,
I am trying to find the golden key.
LaRòs, you have the choice, either we kill you now,
killing an eternal being, believe us, we have by now the know-how.
Or you sign, you voluntarily enter the simulation,
while being plugged up in the panem vitae station.
The darkest deal of all times, blackmail,
choose death or the torture jail.
You will sign, this is a law free space,
some kind of playful race.
I doubt that I signed,
let us rewind.
Well, I signed or not signed for eternal torture, death and pain,
insane…
Around her starts the high security war program, a movie,
an Adam family very groovy.
Her new life in a super Mario real life horror movie begins,
with many violent sins.
While behind the projection screen the controller control,
write new scripts, statists and main characters with new role.
Her essence is constantly being eaten and harvested,
around the clock targeted.
I awaken in the computer simulation in an avatar so sweet,
from head to feet.
LaRòs is in love with her own avatar self, with the first baby cry,
and her first sigh.
A kind controller says: A pure and brave avatar will get you through,
be brave and walk this unknown rue….
Her intuition senses a chance,
one can feel her prance.
Spirit of White, France, 10.10.2026
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