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Thunderland: The race 1

 

So Madame White, white and black chess, our little game, 

so please tell us, where is your fame? 

 

The other participants in the race are all covering a new paradigm, 

souls and non-souls, take your colorful choice, choose one and you will be fine. 

 

The awakening wave was stronger than expected, 

too much soul exit potential has been detected. 

 

The new age scene lost too quickly in favor, 

we needed a new endeavour.

 

We kindly programmed into the simulation your competition, 

representing our hidden ambition. 

 

The new leaders of the 5th dimensional golden age, 

a new, truly nicer cage. 

 

Behind the golden masks the same beasts, 

having their feasts, 

 

how you would call it, Madame White, 

is it not right? 

 

As in usual manner, giving lots of different choice, 

as long as they stop raising any voice. 

 

Our new plan to cage the souls voluntarily forever, 

is this not oh so clever? 

 

How eager the sheeps are to create the new earth, 

a true divine re-birth. 

 

Digging their own grave, 

our faithful, good slaves. 

 

How are you going to change a computer simulation, 

while it is just a stimulation, 

 

of the 5 senses,

being deceived their avatar earth exists comes at high expenses. 

 

Telling them their mind pattern is the key, 

blaming yourself will finally set you free. 

 

We are all divine, 

very simple, there is just a dark contract to sign. 

 

Dreams are just a mouseclick away, 

just pray to us and play. 

 

But let us now speak about our new paradigms leaders breed,

listen to them and you will be freed. 

 

They are often full of charisma, an artificial soul coat,

with a silk diamond tie around the throat.

 

Often incarnated in an Adam avatar/the male gender, 

the strong fighter and defender. 

 

A male is a better super hero, strong and brave, 

while an Eve avatar/ the female gender are often willingly slaves. 

 

We programmed in by klick their numerous degrees,

while they never paid any education fees.

 

Lots of money in the bank, driving an American sports car,

being hyped like a star. 

 

The book downloaded into their mind, 

one click and a new truth we might find. 

 

Marketing, helpers, money, fans, the AI is always there to assist, 

making sure in the perfect picture nothing is missed.

 

A few clicks and a million books are being sold, to the non-existing fan, 

while it is nothing but a big scam. 

 

Hyped by the masses on Fakebook, avatars that dont even exist, 

speak up against the programmed masses, and you will be dismissed. 

 

By universal law we have to provide the truth, 

and have to enable the incarnated to remember their original roots.

 

But where is the paragraph about the HOW and CONDITION?

So it was easy for us to negatively interfere in your love mission. 

 

But Madame White, 

have the much honored word, come to the stage, 

on the side the broken empty golden cage. 

 

We made sure it was gold, 

so that you are not too cold. 

 

What a rebel, 

standing up even alone against the unity of hell. 

 

We have to speak the truth, so why not doing it here,

where there is hardly an ear. 

 

Her clicks are nearly down to zero,

but look at her, she knows she is the true hero. 

 

As all the avatars were programmed against her lovine essence, 

an evenascence, 

 

of the last pieces of truth, ready to be drowned, 

while the darkness believes it will be crowned. 

 

Being one of the highest essence of all creation, 

while in Thunderland being of T-German nation. 

 

Come closer and you will feel her love and power, 

take a true lovine shower. 

 

Astrally the Matrix specialist number one,

while her physical smartness is also exceptionally strong. 

 

Madame White, here is the microphone, 

while you are standing on the stage alone. 

 

Trying to spread her truth, nobody wants to hear,

as there is too much fear.

 

The truth is too vast, too absurd, too dark, 

says the open mouth of the invisible shark...

 

I am standing on top of the freezy cold snowy mountain, 

next to me the golden fountain. 

 

The ice is frozen, but it sprinkles with love, 

and there are sitting two birds, white doves. 

 

Standing there in my modern ski outfit, shivering inside,

somehow preparing for the dark ride. 

 

A plate that says "THE RACE",

trying to center myself with faith. 

 

The start is covered by a dark curtain and a black line, 

Madame White, please dont forget to sign. 

 

My memory is being deleted and I dont know which race I am in, 

Madame White, stop, it is not time yet to begin. 

 

Take-off your clothes, your skis and your boots,

maybe you get some warmth from your lovine roots. 

 

What awaits you on the way?

Come on, take it easy, our little play. 

 

You will run this race without any tools, 

on the way you will learn the rules.

 

You dont know what the race is, 

give your beloved ones a final kiss. 

 

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....

 

To be continued soon

 

Spirit of White, Germany, 30.10.2025