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Abstract Mental Energy – Forge Your Iron Will

Abstract Mental Energy’s your mental blade—the astral body that crafts your “ego,” the “I” you wield in life and dreams. It’s logic with teeth, reasoning that cuts. The OAK Matrix sharpens it: opposites (scatter/focus) clash, awareness (your steel mind) blazes, kinship (will’s allies) binds. Crack an orb with a gym push or debate grind? Hell yes—forge it. This is survivalism with backbone—here’s how to rule your head.

What’s This About?

This energy’s your mind’s muscle—normally, thoughts drift, a free-association stream, one hooked to the next. This flips it—focus, direct, lock on. Debate’s the forge—spar with others, force your point, hold the line ‘til it’s clear. They push back, you flex harder—mental agility, stamina, raw will. It’s not random; it’s you steering.

Build it, and your ego’s iron—strong-minded, unswayed. Dreams shift—bad flips good, will bends ‘em. Projects stick—you finish what you start. That’s magickal power, occult-grade—your charm’s a steel will, opinionated, sure, pulling folks with confidence.

Why It Matters

It’s your mental shield. Opposites grind—chaos scatters, focus cuts—and awareness wakes: you’re not drifting, you’re driving. Kinship ties—debaters, allies sharpen you; your will inspires. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, mind locked, goal stuck. Survival needs this—distraction kills; will wins.

That second wind—lifting, arguing—splits the astral. That’s your ego’s steel.

How to Forge It

No fluff—here’s your hammer:

  • Flood the Mind: Hit the gym—lift ‘til that second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy. Debate hard—spar online, in person—force your point, hold it. If an orb cracks—a steel hunch—wield it; you’re forging will.
  • Lock the Goal: Pick a target—project, truth—stick it. Thoughts drift? Snap back—focus ‘til it’s yours. Gym sets or debate rounds—same grind, iron mind.
  • Track the Steel: Log dreams—weak turns strong, you rule ‘em. Soft or lost? Up the juice—your ego’s slack. Will bends bad to good—proof you’re live.
  • Stand Sure: Live it—opinion loud, will firm. Others sway? Not you—your charm’s a rock. Finish what you start—confidence pulls ‘em in.
  • Cycle Tie: Lunar waxing? Flood it—mind sharpens. Solar summer? Peak your will—cut through. Daily noon? Forge hard—own the day.

My Take

I’ve drifted—mind mush—‘til I hit the gym, debated fierce—cracked an orb, locked my will. Dreams flipped—lost to boss—projects stuck. You’ve got this—flood it, forge it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s mental steel, survival’s spine. Stand tall, warrior-willed.

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Concrete Spiritual Energy – Forge Your Soul’s Edge

Concrete Spiritual Energy’s your soul’s blade—sharp, intuitive, cutting through life’s fog. Where Abstract Spiritual glows with unity, this sparks “aha” answers—truths your mind can’t touch. The OAK Matrix powers it: opposites (logic/hunch) clash, awareness (your soul’s voice) blazes, kinship (your cosmic fit) binds. Crack an orb with a gym push or study grind? Hell yes—ride it. This is survivalism with luck—here’s how to sharpen it.

What’s This About?

This energy builds your “soul body”—not vague light, but gut-deep insight, archetypes of what’s real. Meditate, and truth hits—perfect solutions, sudden and right. It’s “outside the box”—no logic, just knowing. Train it—creative problem-solving, gym sweat, massive study—and it grows. Each “aha” stacks; you see your mission, why you’re here, how to shift gears.

Call it hunches, higher self, Christ Consciousness—answers drop at the perfect beat, feeling dead-on. Jesus rocked it; thousands do now—integrated, free, whole. Your soul glows—magnetic, lucky—trouble slides off like water on a duck.

Why It Matters

It’s your survival hack. Opposites sync—mind stumbles, soul cuts—and awareness wakes: you’re not guessing, you’re knowing. Kinship hums—your harmony lifts the world, defying conformity’s cage. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, truth hit—dodged a mess. Conformity hates it—fears your freedom, calls the law. Screw ‘em—your luck’s your shield.

That second wind—lifting, cramming—splits the astral. That’s your hunch’s forge.

How to Sharpen It

No fluff—here’s your blade:

  • Flood the Juice: Hit the gym—lift ‘til that second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy. Study hard—exam crunch—force the “aha.” Each push builds your soul—intuitive hits stack.
  • Crack the Box: Face a jam—job, fight, doubt—meditate, create, grind ‘til the answer drops. Gym sweat or study surge—orb ruptures, hunch lands—perfect, yours.
  • Track the Glow: Log dreams—strong, winning, guiding. Weak? Up the juice—your soul’s hungry. Hunches feel right—follow ‘em, they’re gold.
  • Live Lucky: Act bold—non-traditional, free. Trouble comes? Slide out—your charm’s a duck’s back. Others see, they vibe—your glow’s contagious.
  • Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—truth peaks. Solar spring? Sprout intuitive wins. Daily dusk? Crack it—soul hums.

My Take

I’ve fumbled—logic’s fog—‘til I hit the gym, breathed deep, flooded energy—cracked an orb, knew the move. Trouble slid off—lucky, charmed, whole. You’ve got this—flood it, crack it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s soul steel, survival’s luck. Shine sharp, warrior.

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Abstract Spiritual Energy – Glow with Cosmic Fire

Abstract Spiritual Energy’s your crown—the spark of unity, the resolver of life’s knots. You’re Earth, you’re humanity—hurt another, you bleed too. The OAK Matrix ignites it: opposites (self/all) fuse, awareness (mystical light) blazes, kinship (one with the source) binds. Sweat cracks an orb? Hell yes—shine through. This is survivalism’s peak—here’s how to claim your halo.

What’s This About?

This energy’s formless—pure “spiritual light,” the glow of illumination, love, peace. It’s that “light-bulb” flash—suddenly you’re bathed in it, one with the Cosmic, paradoxes melting. No shape, just power—generated through meditation, prayer, art, anything that lifts you. It’s the astral body’s pinnacle—your aura hums, a halo saints wear, a charm that cuts through life’s mess.

It’s raw creation—quantum leaps from nothing to something, escape hatches where walls stood. You’re not just surviving—you’re divine, crafting miracles in the now.

Why It Matters

It’s your soul’s summit. Opposites merge—you’re you, yet all—and awareness soars: this light’s your truth, beyond the grind. Kinship’s vast—tied to humanity, the planet, the source. I’ve felt it: meditated deep, cracked an orb—saw unity, glowed with it. Survival’s base, but this? It’s your radiance—resolving chaos, sparking hope for all.

That second wind—gym, study, prayer—splits the astral planes. That’s your halo’s forge.

How to Charge It

No fluff—here’s your ascent:

  • Flood the Light: Meditate—still, deep—pray fierce, create wild—art, music, dreams. Hit the gym—breathe that second wind—charge your battery ‘til it glows. If an orb cracks—a radiant rush—bathe in it; you’re leaping.
  • Feel the One: Sit quiet—sense it: you’re Earth, you’re us. Hurt ripples back—love does too. Flood that spiritual juice—halo builds, charm hums.
  • Crack Paradox: Face a knot—impossible mess—let this light cut it. Study hard, lift heavy—quantum leaps pop—escape routes, miracles bloom from zilch.
  • Glow Loud: Live it—others see your shine, feel your peace. No words—your halo resolves their chaos too. You’re a beacon, warrior-saint.
  • Cycle Tie: Lunar new moon? Flood it—start the glow. Solar solstice? Peak divine—light the world. Daily dawn? Charge up—shine sharp.

My Take

I’ve groped dark—lost ‘til I meditated, lifted, flooded energy—cracked an orb, felt the light hit. Unity clicked—me, you, all one—paradox dissolved, I glowed. You’ve got this—flood it, feel it, rule it. This ain’t just charm—it’s cosmic fire, survival’s peak. Light up, leap, create.

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Developing Charisma – Charge Up Your Magnetism

Want charisma—that magnetic pull that hooks people? It’s yours to forge, a mechanical grind of sweat and spark. The OAK Matrix powers it: opposites (body/soul) hum, awareness (your astral juice) sharpens, kinship (your pull on others) binds. Hit the gym, breathe deep, chase that second wind—stress cracks an orb? Hell yes—tap it. This is survivalism with swagger—here’s how to light it up.

What’s This About?

Your body’s a battery—atoms, molecules, pumping energy like a capacitor: generate, store, blast. Hit the gym—lift, run, sweat—it charges. Your astral body’s the coil—magnetic fields, flux lines, your aura—repelling or attracting, pure conduction. Crank ‘em together, and you glow. Charisma’s that shine—built through grind, not luck.

Dreams gauge it—your astral self flexes there. Weak dreams? You’re flat. Power dreams—winning fights, cracking walls—you’re live. Study hard—cram for an exam, flood focus—and it spikes. Breathe right—deep, steady—find that second wind; it’s the rupture, the orb splitting wide. Seven energies fuel it—Abstract Spiritual to Etheric—tied to chakras from pineal to tailbone. Charge ‘em, grow ‘em, rule.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s edge. Opposites sync—physical grit meets astral flow—and awareness wakes: you’re not just meat, you’re a magnet. Kinship kicks—others feel your pull, drawn to your fire. I’ve felt it: gym grind, deep breaths—second wind hit, dreams roared, charisma clicked. The world’s dark—charisma’s your light, survival’s charm.

That second wind—exam crunch or deadlift—cracks the astral planes. That’s your shot to amp up.

How to Charge It

No fluff—here’s your wiring:

  • Flood the Circuit: Hit the gym—lift heavy, run hard—generate sexual/bio-electric energy, daily, raw. Breathe deep—slow in, full out—feel it climb, loins to crown. Second wind hits? That’s your orb—ride it; you’re leaping bounds.
  • Crack the Mind: Study massive—exam looming, flood focus ‘til it ruptures. Same juice—charge your battery, juice your coils. Magnetic charm stacks with every push.
  • Track the Glow: Log dreams—three a week, minimum, strong and winning. Weak or scared? Up the grind—gym, breath, study—your astral’s starving. Learn their code—success dreams mean you’re live.
  • Pull ‘Em In: Live it—stand tall, act bold. Your aura hums—others feel it, no words needed. Rule dreams, rule life—charisma’s your proof.
  • Cycle Tie: Lunar waxing? Flood it—dreams spark. Solar summer? Peak your pull—shine loud. Daily dusk? Charge up—astral hums.

My Take

I’ve been dim—flat dreams, no pull—‘til I hit the gym, breathed deep, chased that second wind. Crammed ‘til my head cracked—energy surged, dreams flipped to wins, folks noticed. You’ve got this—grind it, breathe it, rule it. Charisma’s no gift—it’s your charge, warrior-built. Light up, survive, thrive.

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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.

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In This Valley of Tears

This beautiful short story by Stanislaw Przybyszewski is very haunting and speaks of eternal love and soulmates and the eternal torment of trying to find each other.

Night over the sea! The deep darkens from the black clouds; two stars struggle through the night with pale light and spray glittering frost onto the sea. Red-hot rings of haze grow around two stars; they grow, clump into clouds, the stars go out and curl deep into the sky like volcanic craters.

A lurking silence hovers in the red haze of the sky; but already the craters are opening up and streams of fire shoot down into the water in a spraying rod vibration. For a moment the sea stands in towering flames, throwing its fiery arms fiercely up into the sky, the darkness flees in luminous swathes; but already the wonder dies away, the sky burns up, and on the darkness of the sea two pale stars twinkle like glittering frost.
It happened that night.

This is translated for the first time into English by Joe E Bandel and part of his Przybyszewski series of translations.

Also available as an epub.

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Internal Authority vs. External Authority – Rule Your Own Soul

You’ve got everything you need inside—happiness, power, purpose—waiting to ignite. No one hands it to you; you claim it. The OAK Matrix backs you: opposites (self vs. system) clash, awareness (your inner spark) blazes, kinship (your win lifts all) binds. Stress cracks an orb? Hell yes—charge it. This is survivalism’s heart—here’s how to live by your own damn rules.

What’s This About?

Everyone’s got it—that divine spark, call it Christ Spirit, God/dess within, conscience, the still small voice. It’s your internal authority, not some suit’s or priest’s say-so. It knows your “True Will”—why you’re here, what you’re meant to do. Follow it, and you’re not just free—you’re unstoppable. Screw external authority—government, religion, laws—they can’t fill your soul. They bully, they bind; your spark cuts through.

Be you—raw, real—and the world wins too. No conforming, no begging—Anarchistic Knights don’t kneel. We’re survivalists, carving our path, thriving against odds when others quit.

Why It Matters

It’s your power’s root. Opposites battle—outer rules choke, inner truth frees—and awareness wakes: you’re enough, right now. Kinship flows—your shine lifts humanity, no leash needed. I’ve felt it: ditched their script, tuned in—found my gut’s roar. External crutches fail—your spark doesn’t. Give it away, and you’re lost; hold it, and you’re a knight.

Orbs crack—life’s push splits the astral planes—and that’s your shot to rule.

How to Rule It

No bowing—here’s your knight’s code:

  • Hear the Spark: Pause—feel it, that quiet voice. What’s it whispering—peace, a fight, a move? Trust it over their noise. If an orb cracks—a gut hit—act fast.
  • Flood the Juice: Generate that sexual/bio-electric energy—daily, fierce. It’s your fuel, amplifying your will—stack it ‘til you hum.
  • Defy the Chains: Say no—laws, guilt, threats. Act your nature—wild, true. No external fix beats your spark; keep it yours.
  • Lift the World: Do you—best version, no compromise. Watch it ripple—your win sparks theirs. Knights don’t bend; we break through.
  • Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—hear loud. Solar summer? Peak your will—shine free. Daily noon? Rule the day—own it.

My Take

I’ve bowed—gave power to their rules—felt dead. Then I tuned in—spark flared, energy flooded—cracked orbs, lived my way. Others sank; I rose—knight’s path. You’ve got this—flood it, hear it, rule it. External’s weak—your spark’s steel. Survival’s yours—fight for it.

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Conceptual Initiation – Break Your Mind Free

Secret societies—Rosicrucians, Freemasons—hid their fire in shadows, and their initiations were dynamite in a locked-up world. The OAK Matrix sparks it: opposites (chains vs. liberty) clash, awareness (your opened soul) blazes, kinship (free minds united) binds. Stress cracks an orb? Hell yes—leap through. This isn’t about robes—it’s about busting your head wide open. Here’s how to claim it, now.

What’s This About?

Picture a world where books are myths—most couldn’t read, so the Church owned truth. Secret orders flipped that—used drama, oral tales, raw emotion to sling big ideas: God’s in you, not the Pope; the Bible’s a symbol, not a rulebook; life loops through karma, not a one-shot deal. Dangerous stuff—heresy to the suits. They taught anyone could touch the divine, no middleman—surrender to that quiet voice inside, not some throne.

Examples hit hard: Masons swore brotherhood—handshakes meant trust, help when it counted. All faiths? One God—Allah, Jehovah, Goddess, same architect. Evolution over seven-day tales—reincarnation over one-and-done. These weren’t rituals; they were mind-bombs—once you got it, no going back.

Why It Matters

It’s your freedom key. Opposites roar—dogma cages, concepts free—and awareness wakes: you don’t need their script, you’ve got your own light. Kinship ties—those initiates were kin, a tribe against the dark. I’ve felt it: one truth cracked my box—suddenly, life’s bigger. The Church choked that; now it’s schools and systems. These ideas? They’re survival—crack your mind, or stay small.

Orbs split—life’s push rips the astral planes—and that’s your shot to see wide.

How to Crack It

No secret handshake needed—here’s your initiation:

  • Feel the Spark: Drop the rules—ask, “What’s true for me?” Listen inside—quiet voice, not loud dogma. If an orb cracks—a jolt of clarity—grab it.
  • Flood the Juice: Generate that sexual/bio-electric energy—daily, raw. It’s your fuel, blasting past old walls—stack it ‘til your soul hums.
  • Swap the Truth: Find a free mind—online, next door—share a big idea: one God, many lives. Build kin—trust on a handshake, help when it’s real.
  • Break the Box: Read wild—symbols, karma, whatever—ditch the literal. Once cracked, you’re free—no shrinking back.
  • Cycle Tie: Lunar new moon? Start raw—crack a truth. Solar spring? Sprout it—grow wide. Daily dawn? Wake sharp—see new.

My Take

I was caged—Church tales, school lines—‘til a Mason’s echo hit: God’s in me, not them. Flooded energy, cracked orbs—mind blew open, life’s mine. You’ve got this—flood it, crack it, free it. Initiations aren’t dead—they’re yours, survival’s fire. Bust out, warrior.

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Der Orchideengarten Vol 2, No 4 contains the following stories and poems: The Air Column by Ossian Elgstrom; The Locomotive by Leopold Plaichinger; Mischa Strongin’s Seven Trials by Alexander Poljenow; Galvanostegia by Hanns Wohlbold. Translation by Joe E Bandel. Layout and design by John Hirschhorn-Smith. This is the first time these stories have been translated into the English language. Original art is included.

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Der Orchideengarten Vol 2, No. 3 contains the following stories and poems: The Ball by Prince Vladimir Odoyevski; The Last Guest by Paul Altheer; The Mask of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe; Ball Night by Karl Hans Strobl. Translation by Joe E. Bandel and layout by John Hirschhorn-Smith. This is the first English translation of this magazine.

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