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This is War! – Fight for Your Godhood

Becoming a God or Goddess isn’t soft—it’s war, magickal and brutal, and the prize is your soul’s power. This path’s not perfect, not one-size-fits-all—half’s missing, held by your true mate. It’s a guide, not gospel. The OAK Matrix arms you: opposites (you vs. them) clash, awareness (your battleground) sharpens, kinship (your mate’s pull) steadies. Stress cracks an orb? Good—strike through. This is a warrior’s way—here’s how to win.

What’s This About?

I’m a fighter—this path’s for warriors, not slaves. You’re forging your soul with sexual/bio-electric energy, reversing its flow ‘til you’re a fortress. It’s no stroll—dark energy hunts light, attacks roll in. Insanity, death? Real risks without a shield. The OAK energy ball meditation’s your bunker—a safe spot for your awareness and Holy Guardian Angel. Build it, or break.

That energy’s your sword—flood it, wield it. It smashes astral foes, grows stronger with every clash, or burns out and renews faster than they can. You’ll face battles—proof’s in the wins. You’re a Magus, grinding down the blind masses ‘til they back off. They’ll hate you—you’re free, they’re not. Fight to your last breath.

Why It Matters

It’s your soul’s war. Opposites ignite—light (your spark) draws dark (their chains)—and awareness wakes: you’re not prey, you’re a blade. Kinship’s your anchor—your true mate’s out there, half your truth. That bio-electric flood? It’s unstoppable—nothing holds it back as it builds. I’ve felt it: energy surging, dark vibes hitting—won by outlasting ‘em. Orbs crack—astral planes split—and you strike.

You’ll lose it all—stuff, ties—‘til it’s just you, pure and fierce. That’s the win.

How to Fight It

No retreat—here’s your battle plan:

• Flood the Weapon: Crank that sexual/bio-electric energy—daily, hard. Feel it reverse, build your soul’s sheaths—seven layers, seven loves. If an orb cracks—a surge—swing it.
• Shield Up: Meditate—OAK energy ball. Picture a glowing orb around you, your safe zone. Dark hits? Retreat there, recharge. It’s your fort.
• Lose the Weak: Drop anything—things, people—that drags you. Slaves attack—let ‘em. Your true mate stops you; no one else matters. Fight ‘til they yield.
• Love the Grind: Ordeals rip you—soul-tearing severe. Don’t rush; don’t flinch. It’s not what you expect—it’s better, it’s you.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—war peaks. Solar winter? Store it, strike in spring. Daily noon? Hit hard—win the day.

My Take

I’ve fought—dark energy clawing as I flooded the juice. Built my shield, lost the junk—won astral scraps ‘til peace hit. My mate? She’s my halt, my half—together, we’re steel. It’s war—tore me, forged me. You’ve got this—flood it, fight it, rule it. Losses sting; victory’s you—God or Goddess, unbowed.