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Do It! – Forge Your World with Grit

Taking action’s your mightiest weapon—goals won or lost, it’s all in the doing. The OAK Matrix powers it: opposites (stop/go) grind, awareness (your will’s roar) wakes, kinship (shared push) binds. Crack an orb with a gym grind or gut shove? Hell yes—drive it. This is survivalism’s forge—here’s how to act fierce and win.

What’s This About?

Action’s king—every move lands a result, good or bad. Right moves—goals hit; wrong ones—self-sabotage. Blind stabs or forced flops? Resist—never bend to crap you don’t back. Day after day, fight holds—giving up’s the death knell, turning you into your own wrecker. Quit smoking? Fall, rise—each “no” stacks will, breaks the beast.

Persist—failures don’t count, resolve does. Crush hits? It’s not “can’t win”—it’s “shift course.” Learn, tweak—curiosity’s your scout, sniffing new paths. Action’s your hammer—curious, relentless—smashing ruts, forging futures. No doing, no change—mental prayers won’t move dirt, only sweat will.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s steel. Opposites clash—quit kills, do builds—and awareness wakes: you’re not stuck, you’re shaping. Kinship hums—your fight lifts others, echoes their grind. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, pushed past “no”—won big. Give up, and wounds bleed—persist, and self-esteem’s your shield.

That second wind—lifting, acting—splits the astral. That’s your will’s forge.

How to Forge It

No drift—here’s your steel:

• Flood the Do: Gym—lift ‘til second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy—charge your grit. Act now—small, curious—stack wins. If an orb cracks—a surge—drive it; you’re forging power.
• Crack the Rut: Blind shove? Resist—gut says “no,” hold firm. Crush flops? Shift—curiosity scouts, action tweaks—new paths open. Gym grind or life push—same forge, will grows.
• Track the Fight: Log dreams—weak turns fierce, you rule. Drained or lost? Up the grind—your will’s slack. Win dreams mean you’re live—action hums.
• Radiate Push: Live it—act bold, persist loud. Your charm’s a steel roar—others see, they rise. Do what fires you—joy fuels, you lead.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—action peaks. Solar summer? Forge high—win big. Daily noon? Grind fierce—own the now.

My Take

I’ve folded—quit, bled—‘til I hit the gym, fought back—cracked orbs, flipped flops to wins—self rose, fierce. You’ve got this—flood it, do it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s steel resolve, survival’s roar. Act bold, warrior-charged.

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Self Esteem – Forge Your Iron Core

Self-esteem’s your steel—without it, you’re prey, stuck chasing shadows. With it, you rise, and others rise too. The OAK Matrix fuels it: opposites (victim/victor) grind, awareness (your earned strength) wakes, kinship (shared wins) binds. Crack an orb with a gym grind or skill push? Hell yes—build it. This is survivalism’s bedrock—here’s how to hammer it solid.

What’s This About?

Good self-esteem’s lifeblood—three goals forge it: first aid, survival skills, self-defense. Master these, and you’re not just competent—you’re unshakable. Not easy—grueling, raw—but worth it. First aid? Save a choking kid—ice cube out, life in—helplessness dies. Survival? Swim, shelter, fire—lost turns found. Self-defense? Stand, don’t cower—threats don’t own you.

Small wins stack—each skill’s a brick, building confidence, pride. You’re not a watcher—CPR on the steps, hiking the wild—doing’s your juice. Society pushes passivity—rules, weakness—screw that. These skills flip it—physical, real—your will to live, sharpened.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s spine. Opposites clash—weak bends, strong holds—and awareness wakes: you’re not frail, you’re forged. Kinship hums—your grit lifts loved ones, community, all. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, pulled her through—stood taller. Helpless kills—competence heals, self-esteem’s your shield.

That second wind—lifting, fighting—splits the astral. That’s your core’s forge.

How to Forge It

No fluff—here’s your steel:

• Flood the Skills: Gym—lift ‘til second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy—charge your grit. First aid—course up, save fast. Survival—swim, camp, grind it out. Defense—train, stand—skills stack. If an orb cracks—a surge—ride it; you’re forging power.
• Crack the Weak: Start easy—your knack—nail it raw. First flop’s clumsy—push through, gym or wild—competence grows. Hard skill next—gruel ‘til it’s yours—will hardens.
• Track the Rise: Log dreams—weak turns strong, you rule. Flat or scared? Up the grind—your core’s slack. Win dreams mean you’re live—skills hum.
• Radiate Steel: Live it—act sure, stand firm. Your charm’s a steel hum—others see, they back. Share wins—joy’s real, you lead.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—skills peak. Solar summer? Forge high—stand big. Daily noon? Grind fierce—own the day.

My Take

I’ve crumbled—froze, weak—‘til I hit the gym, trained hard—cracked orbs, saved her, fought back—self rose, unshakable. You’ve got this—flood it, forge it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s fierce steel, survival’s root. Build bold, warrior-strong.

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For above the door—the only escape from the depths—towered, house-high, the corpses of dead machines, the mass’s terrible playthings when madness broke over Metropolis. Train after train, with empty, thundering cars, all lights blazing, full-powered, had rolled over the tracks, whipped by the mass’s roars, crashing, tangling, piling high, burning, half-melting, still smoldering, a lump of destruction. And a single lamp, unscathed, cast its sharp, acrid beam from the last machine’s steel breast over the chaos.
But Maria knew none of this. She didn’t need to. It was enough that the door, her and the children’s sole savior, remained merciless, unyielding, that at last, with bleeding hands and shoulders, tortured head, and feet numb, she had to yield to the incomprehensible, murderous force.

New uncensored translation by Joe E Bandel. Available as paperback and as epub.

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Creative Power – Forge Solutions from Chaos

Crippling depression’s a cage—trapped, helpless, no way out. Creative Power’s your hammer—smashing through, turning chaos to gold. The OAK Matrix ignites it: opposites (stuck/free) grind, awareness (your inner spark) wakes, kinship (shared fight) binds. Crack an orb with a gym grind or mind jolt? Hell yes—wield it. This is survivalism’s forge—here’s how to break free and thrive.

What’s This About?

Life’s a mess—blows hit, plans flop—success or not, crisis finds you. You’re doing your best—past scars, current beliefs—but sometimes it’s not enough. There’s always a way—creative, wild—even if it’s dying with honor. Alzheimer’s tale? Guy chose his exit, dignity intact—haunts me too. Genius is finding the unseen fix, ditching the dead ends.

Train it—small shocks, big leaps—crisis stops crippling, becomes a puzzle. Step back, shift your lens—“What’d Clint do?”—or flip a Tarot card, spark your juice. From vague clues to Zen koans, you flex ‘til solutions crystallize—eureka hits, joy surges. Mastery’s the prize—spontaneous, effortless—life’s a challenge you crave.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s spark. Opposites clash—trap binds, solution frees—and awareness wakes: you’re not doomed, you’re wired to crack it. Kinship hums—your fight inspires, ties you to others’ grit. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, saw the fix—broke free. Depression’s real—creativity’s your steel, if you forge it.

That second wind—lifting, pondering—splits the astral. That’s your power’s forge.

How to Forge It

No drift—here’s your steel:

• Flood the Juice: Gym—lift ‘til second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy—charge your spark. Puzzle it—Tarot, koan—small shocks, big wins. If an orb cracks—a solution surge—grab it; you’re forging power.
• Crack the Lens: Stuck? Shift—ask “What’d she do?”—or flip a card, force a twist. Gym grind or mind shove—same forge, chaos bends—options bloom. Start small—baby steps stack.
• Track the Flash: Log dreams—trapped turns solved, you rule. Flat or lost? Up the grit—your spark’s low. Eureka dreams mean you’re live—juice flows.
• Radiate Crack: Live it—solve bold, shine sure. Your charm’s a hum—others see, they rise. Crises turn fun—mastery’s yours, you lead.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—cracks peak. Solar summer? Forge high—win big. Daily noon? Grind fierce—own the fix.

My Take

I’ve sunk—trapped, crushed—‘til I hit the gym, flipped a card—cracked orbs, sparked a fix—joy hit, I ruled. Alzheimer’s tale lingers—I’d fight too. You’ve got this—flood it, crack it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s fierce spark, survival’s key. Forge bold, warrior-cracked.

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Our Public Image – Forge Your Winning Mask

Self-mastery’s your edge—acting right, every time, to nail your goals with less grind. The OAK Matrix fuels it: opposites (lone/crowd) grind, awareness (your projected will) wakes, kinship (allies’ strength) binds. Crack an orb with a gym grind or bold move? Hell yes—shape it. This is survivalism’s social forge—here’s how to craft your image and rule.

What’s This About?

Mastery’s efficiency—move smart, win big—without torching bridges. Enemies come free; don’t ditch potential allies. Friends, family, society—they’ve got expectations. Match ‘em, and support flows—miss ‘em, and you’re solo, joyless even if you win. Sharing earned wins? That’s the juice—alone, it’s dust.

Act wild, shock ‘em—they pull back, punish subtle—peer pressure’s a beast. Mastery’s flex—fit their mold, twist it your way—win-win. They’ll back you when your goals sync with their vibe—‘til then, you’re a lone wolf, grinding against the tide. Image is power—project it right, or they’ll slap a loser tag and sink you.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s leverage. Opposites clash—self drives, others lift—and awareness wakes: you’re not solo, you’re backed. Kinship’s gold—allies amplify your fire, your wins spark theirs. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, dressed sharp—support flipped on. Misjudge your mask, and you’re out—nail it, and they fuel your fight.

That second wind—lifting, projecting—splits the astral. That’s your image’s forge.

How to Shape It

No drift—here’s your steel:

• Flood the Mask: Gym—lift ‘til second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy—charge your vibe. Act it—dress, move—like you’ve won. If an orb cracks—a bold surge—project it; you’re forging allies.
• Crack the Fit: Match ‘em—friend’s nod, society’s wink—then twist—your slant, your win. Gym grind or social shove—same forge, sync goals, tweak ‘em yours. Gut says “go”? Time it—support flows.
• Track the Pull: Log dreams—weak turns backed, you shine. Shunned or flat? Up the image—your mask’s off. Ally dreams mean you’re live—vibe hums.
• Radiate Win: Live it—fit their box, break it unique. Your charm’s a steel hum—honest, bold—others see, they back. Sexual edge sharp—fit, fierce—you lead.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—image peaks. Solar summer? Project high—win big. Daily noon? Grind fierce—own the crowd.

My Take

I’ve flopped—wild, shunned—‘til I hit the gym, shaped up—cracked orbs, fit their mold, bent it—support surged, wins stacked. You’ve got this—flood it, shape it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s fierce craft, survival’s edge. Project bold, warrior-backed.

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The Will to Live – Forge Power in Both Worlds

The Will to Live is your primal roar—self-empowerment’s spark, mastery’s fuel. Not everyone’s got it, but you can. The OAK Matrix ignites it: opposites (death/life) grind, awareness (your dual soul) wakes, kinship (humanity’s pulse) binds. Crack an orb with a gym grind or bold stand? Hell yes—claim it. This is survivalism’s core—here’s how to seize it and thrive.

What’s This About?

Deep down, it’s there—a collective instinct, humanity’s drive to outlast the sun’s nova, to sprawl across stars, oceans, peaks. It’s in you—craving strong bodies, sharp skills, the next leap. But society’s dulled it—pushing spirit over flesh, passivity over action. Watchers, not doers—cheering sports, not playing—rules piling up, freedom draining. “No will needed,” they say—bullshit.

You’re dual—soul and body, equal, not rivals. Overvalue spirit, and you’re half-dead—physical’s trashed, will fades. Reincarnation’s twisted—used to ditch the body, not hone it. Truth? You need both—forever. Heaven’s not “out there”—it’s here, now, if you build it. Risk, sweat, act—fuel that will, or watch it die.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s flame. Opposites clash—spirit lifts, body grounds—and awareness wakes: you’re not split, you’re whole. Kinship hums—your fight’s humanity’s, your win lifts all. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, stood firm—lived louder. Society’s sick—dying, watching—your will’s the cure, if you claim it.

That second wind—lifting, risking—splits the astral. That’s your will’s forge.

How to Seize It

No handouts—here’s your steel:

• Flood the Dual: Gym—lift ‘til second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy—charge body and soul. Risk big—act, build—stake your ground. If an orb cracks—a fierce surge—ride it; you’re fueling will.
• Crack the Lie: Spirit’s not king—body’s equal. Love both—sweat, feel, do. Gym grind or life shove—same forge, will roars—small wins stack, heaven grows.
• Track the Pulse: Log dreams—weak turns strong, you rule. Dull or drained? Up the grit—your will’s low. Power dreams mean you’re live—dual hums.
• Radiate Life: Live it—physical guts, spiritual fire. Your charm’s a roar—others see, they rise. Act bold—build heaven here, lead by sweat.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—will peaks. Solar summer? Forge high—live big. Daily noon? Grind fierce—own the now.

My Take

I’ve watched—lost will, felt dead—‘til I hit the gym, risked all—cracked orbs, roared back—body and soul synced, I thrived. Society’s fading—I’m building. You’ve got this—flood it, risk it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s fierce life, survival’s will. Forge both, warrior-strong.

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Dream Work – Charge the Astral Circuit

Dreams aren’t fluff—they’re circuits, real as steel, forged from Earth’s magnetic hum in a dance with its physical pulse. The OAK Matrix amps it: opposites (flow/block) grind, awareness (your dream’s charge) wakes, kinship (shared grid) binds. Crack an orb with a gym grind or night surge? Hell yes—wire it. This is survivalism’s astral forge—here’s how to fuel your dreams and rule.

What’s This About?

Dreams are the flip side—physical’s capacitive, bodies solo; astral’s inductive, all one. Dewey Larson’s reciprocal theory nails it: space/time (here), time/space (there)—two worlds, one circuit. Your body’s a battery—charges by day, discharges by night through astral cords. You’re in her dream, she’s in yours—bits of you roam, unaware, tweaking the grid.

Each dream’s a jolt—cord snaps or ties—energy flows, shifts the flux. Day’s juice—gym sweat, risks—spills out: win, you’re charged; lose, you’re drained. Nightmares? Power’s against you—repressed messes sap you. I’ve dragged stuck feet, pulled through—woke strong, dodged a hit. Dreams don’t lie—they map your volts, predict your day.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s grid. Opposites clash—gain fuels, loss saps—and awareness wakes: dreams are your meter, your fight’s pulse. Kinship’s alive—your cord ties you to all, their juice shifts yours. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, dreamed a win—woke charged, she faded. Crisis looms—dreams test it first, flow sets fate. Recharge fast, or you’re ditch-bound.

That second wind—lifting, dreaming—splits the astral. That’s your circuit’s forge.

How to Wire It

No slack—here’s your charge:

• Flood the Day: Gym—lift ‘til second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy—stack volts. Risk big—push, fight—fuel the night. If an orb cracks—a dream surge—track it; you’re wiring power.
• Crack the Flow: Dream stuck? Move—pull through, shift cords. Gym grind or night fight—same forge, flip loss to gain. Nightmares hit—face ‘em, charge back.
• Track the Volts: Log dreams—win, you’re up; drain, you’re down. Feet drag? Obstacle’s real—push higher energy, astral shifts. Flow dreams mean you’re live—circuit’s yours.
• Radiate Charge: Live it—day fuels night, night shapes day. Your charm’s a hum—others feel it, sync in. Strong reserves bend fate—you rule both grids.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—circuits peak. Solar summer? Charge high—flow wins. Daily dusk? Push deep—cords hum.

My Take

I’ve dodged—dreams weak, drained—‘til I hit the gym, risked all—cracked orbs, pulled through—woke juiced, foes stalled. Divorce hell—dreams fought, I won—cosmic flipped it. You’ve got this—flood it, wire it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s fierce flux, survival’s grid. Charge bold, warrior-wired.

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