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There is a Sickness in the World – Live Your True Will

Your happiness, your strength—that’s the highest cause, not some bleeding-heart “greater good.” When you’re whole, you’ve got juice to spare—for love, for neighbors, for the world. The OAK Matrix fuels it: opposites (self vs. sickness) clash, awareness (your inner spark) blazes, kinship (your win lifts all) binds. Stress cracks an orb? Hell yes—use it. There’s a rot out there—here’s how to cut it out and rule.

What’s This About?

You thriving is the win—full health, full heart, energy overflowing. That’s when you inspire, when you carry the weak ‘til they stand. Seeing others rise? It fires you up—proof you can too. But here’s the sickness: some chase death, not life—self-destruction, letting it all rot ‘til it hits bottom. Tooth gone bad? Drill it, fill it—don’t let the jaw crumble. They’ll drag you down if you try saving ‘em—they want the fall.

The world’s diseased—pushing sacrifice as noble, pride as sin, obedience as duty. It shoves “higher causes” down your throat—altruism that wastes you, helping those who won’t help themselves. Laws prop up the lazy, burden the free—sound familiar? Your “True Will” is the cure—do you, unbent, and the world gets better.

Why It Matters

It’s your soul’s fight. Opposites grind—sickness drains, will shines—and awareness wakes: your spark knows best, not their guilt trips. Kinship’s real—your strength sparks others, not by handouts, but by example. I’ve seen it: chased “shoulds,” burned out—flipped to my will, surged back. Forcing help on quitters? Wrong—let ‘em hit bottom. Orbs crack—life’s push splits the astral—and that’s your shot to rise.

The sick twist laws, sap freedom—your will’s the fix.

How to Fight It

No caving—here’s your stand:

• Own Your Spark: Feel it—your gut, your “True Will.” What fires you? Do it, no apologies. If an orb cracks—a surge of yes—grab it.
• Flood the Juice: Generate that sexual/bio-electric energy—daily, hard. It’s your power, not their pawn—stack it ‘til you overflow.
• Cut the Rot: Drop the dead weight—people, causes sucking you dry. Help who’s fighting, ditch who’s falling—kindest cut. Ask, “What’s in it for me?”—damn right you should.
• Live Loud: Be you—unbent, thriving. Your win’s a beacon—others see, they rise. No preaching—just doing.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—shine your will. Solar summer? Peak strong—lead by fire. Daily noon? Surge high—cut through.

My Take

I’ve fed the sickness—propped up quitters, lost myself—‘til I saw: my spark’s enough. Flooded energy, cut the rot—cracked orbs, found my feet. Watched a friend hit bottom—let him, he climbed back. You’ve got this—flood it, live it, rule it. Their sickness wastes—your will heals, by example. Stand tall, knight of your soul.