Should We Be Ashamed of Ourselves? – Live Loud, Love Raw
Lock yourself away from life, and you’re already gone—dead inside, missing the pulse. Perfect love, perfect life? They don’t drop from the sky—they’re forged from the imperfect, right here, right now. The OAK Matrix lifts you up: opposites (flaws and glory) clash, awareness (your holy moment) shines, kinship (your mate, your survival) connects. Stress cracks an orb? Hell yes—jump through. You’re no beast—you’re a God or Goddess. Here’s how to own it, unashamed.
What’s This About?
We start raw—imperfect, physical, alive. Godhood’s not some airy dream; it’s in your bones, your breath, your body—sacred as hell. Sexuality? Sensuality? They’re not sins; they’re the juice—bio-electric fire—that turns you divine. You’re a survivor, thriving with your true mate, ruling the present moment like it’s a gift, not a cage. Those who hide from it? They’re ghosts—let ‘em fade.
This moment’s eternal—death’s just a swap to a new body, life rolling on. Everyone’s got the same shot—endless possibilities, right now. Choose to live, or don’t—this is for the strong.
Why It Matters
It’s your sacred spark. Opposites ignite—imperfect you becomes perfect through living it out. Awareness wakes—you’re here, sensual, sexual, unstoppable. Kinship binds—your mate’s your mirror, your survival’s your crown. I’ve felt it: embracing the mess—sweat, love, fight—lit me up, no shame. That bio-electric surge? It’s holy, not dirty—flood it, and you’re a force.
Crack an orb—life’s intensity splitting the astral planes—and you’ve got a window. That’s your glory, not guilt.
How to Live It
No apologies—here’s how to roar:
- Embrace the Raw: Feel your body—stretch, sweat, breathe. It’s sacred, imperfect, yours. Love it now—no hiding.
- Flood the Fire: Stir that sexual/bio-electric energy—solo, with your mate, whenever. Let it flood, wild and free. If an orb cracks—a rush of joy—ride it; you’re divine.
- Survive Loud: Restrictions? Screw ‘em—live your way. Take joy in every win, every scrape. You’re not burdened—you’re blessed.
- Fear Nothing: Death? Life? Hug ‘em both—two sides of your eternal now. No shame, just strength.
- Cycle Tie: Lunar full moon? Flood it—shine loud. Solar spring? Sprout raw, no regrets. Daily dusk? Dream your survival.
My Take
I’ve dodged life—shamed my flaws—‘til I cracked open, let the energy rip. With my mate, we’re Gods—imperfect, alive, unashamed. Survived the grind, laughed at the limits—joy’s in the mess. You’ve got this too—your body, your spark, your now. Should we be ashamed? Hell no—we’re the strong, celebrating all of it. Live it, love it, rule it.
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