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What You Say Vs What You Do – Forge Deeds That Match Words

Words lie—actions cut—say one, do another, and you’re a ghost. The OAK Matrix fuels your stand: opposites (bluff/real) grind, awareness (your fierce core) wakes, kinship (shared call) binds. Crack an orb with a gym grind or gut truth? Hell yes—prove it. This is survivalism’s test—here’s how to back it up and win.

What’s This About?

Crisis counselor—families frayed—I dug in, chaos loud. Talk spun—everyone’s “right,” blame flies—truth hid: manipulation, promises broken—say “love,” act hate. Shut ‘em up—words rot—I tracked deeds: who hit, who hurt? Abuse faced—fair fights taught—win-win carved, not preached.

Me? Same flaw—big talk, thin walk—writer since teen, nada ‘til forty-eight. Heartbreak poems, class honors—still no books—drafts flopped, wife called it: unreadable. Took three months off—Anarchist Knight born—two years, book in hand—work hit, joy stuck. Say it? Do it—or it’s lies.

Why It Matters

It’s your warrior’s oath. Opposites clash—talk cheapens, do proves—and awareness wakes: you’re not a windbag, you’re real. Kinship hums—your truth steadies others, mirrors their grind. I’ve felt it: gym grind, breath deep—second wind cracked an orb, wrote daily—lived fierce, true. Gaps kill—action’s your steel, forged solid.

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

How to Forge It

No drift—here’s your steel:

• Flood the Deed: Gym—lift ‘til second wind cracks—breathe deep, flood sexual/bio-electric energy—charge your grit. Act now—say it, do it—stack proof. If an orb cracks—a surge—ride it; you’re forging real.
• Crack the Talk: Words flop? Move—gym grind or life shove—same forge, deeds snap—talk fades, truth holds. Fair fights—win-win—cut lies fast.
• Track the Match: Log dreams—bluff turns bold, you rule. Flat or lost? Up the grind—your gap lags. True dreams mean you’re live—grit hums.
• Radiate Proof: Live it—say fierce, do fierce. Your charm’s a steel roar—others feel it, they rise. Actions speak—you lead.
• Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—deeds peak. Solar summer? Forge high—win big. Daily noon? Grind fierce—own the now.

My Take

I’ve bluffed—talked big, did squat—‘til I hit the gym, wrote real—cracked orbs, matched my roar—lived fierce, whole. You’ve got this—flood it, do it, rule it. This ain’t soft—it’s fierce steel, survival’s proof. Act bold, warrior-true.