
STEPHANIE WEISS WHITE CONCIOUSNESS SPIRIT OF WHITE
Divine Art, Holy pilgrim, Soul Sovereignty, Healing, Psychic Expansion, Longevity, Reality, Coaching, Poetry, Books, Ghostwriting


Silver Poems....the love mission....singing the song of a messiah out soon
My master piece is forming covering the following different topis in poetic form. The parts will be published in separate booklets: nature of reality, lightwork, Spirit of White, from dark to light, life of fullfillment, lovine heritage, holy pilgrim, the fake society, love & sex
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1. Silver Poems: Life of fulfillment

Spiritual Art Fiction
1. Life of Fulfillment out shortly
2. Escape the society prison in preparation
3. From dark to light in preparation
Spirit of White
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Curtain Call for Spirit of White,
the illuminated star, the powerful knight.
A shining light in the dark,
THE enemy by the invisible shark.
Presenting the ultimate horror freak show,
while returning the truthful lovine glow.
Descended to define the omnipotence of love anew,
together with the lightbeing crew.
Standing truthful and tall,
you cannot get our honorful words and us to fall.
May the truth win,
we only begin.
Don’t put dirt on our good intentions, love and light,
go within and clear your inner fight.
You stepped into a trap,
you might want to question your believe system asap.
Re-discovering truth that has been forgotten,
living in a pathetic world that is rotten.
Finishing this game of white and black chess,
who will win, take an educated guess?
“My existence is love, this is all I care,
I declare herewith I am a lovine heir!
One of the golden avatars in disguise,
a true star on the rise!”
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The final arrow
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Controller, where are you sitting outside of the “flat” globe?
Let me take an educated guess, far away from this artificial biotope, in a sphere anaerobe.
Enchanté, my name is Jupiter, Tris or Katniss,
I carry within the lovine bliss.
All the “capitols” out there and all the presidents “Snow”,
we are the ones in the districts far below.
Your lying construct is falling down,
10, 9, 8, 7…listen to the final count down.
The time has not come yet,
but it will come one day soon, you bet.
That I shoot my arrow towards the glass dome,
so that the flat planet falls to dust and we can all return home....
My true weapon is the unconditional love in my heart,
while you will probably try to attack me with your little arrows, playing dart.
​All evil, I send you what you need the most, unconditional love,
delivered to you by the white dove.
​And no, nothing is over,
soon we will sing: It’s for you the game over!
Germany, 1.11.2024