When the War Never Ends: A Call for Peace from the Soul of the Feminine

There is a kind of war that never makes headlines.
A war that seeps into boardrooms and bedrooms, into churches and courtrooms, into the very architecture of a society built on dominance and control.

It is the war of disconnection. Of power severed from heart. Of the masculine aspect unmoored from the Sacred.

This war wages in silence and in spectacle. In the glorification of violence, in the worship of efficiency, in the endless grinding forward with no space to feel, to rest, to grieve.

It wages in subtler arenas, too—in the cold sterility of psychiatric systems that pathologize emotion, in the bureaucracies of state–pharma–psych machines that mistake control for care, where compliance is rewarded and questioning punished. Here, too, the feminine is feared—because she feels.
Because she remembers what they’ve worked so hard to forget.

And the feminine—She has not been spared. She was told to be like Him to survive. To toughen up. To climb the ranks. To cut off her softness and call it empowerment.

But we must ask: Fit into what, exactly?

A structure that rewards the hollowing of soul? A culture that mistakes performance for power, and control for leadership?

We are not here to fit into a world that is dying. We are here to midwife the new.

And yet—deconstruction is never clean. When the old begins to crack, it does not go quietly. It clutches, claws, and convulses. The out-of-balance masculine thrashes to stay in charge. It becomes more erratic, more violent, more insistent.

But the feminine—when anchored in her truth—does not need to match that energy. She does not need to raise her voice to be heard by the soul.
She does not need to burn herself out to prove her worth.

She remembers.

She remembers how to hold space for the in-between. She remembers that resurrection is not born of force, but of surrender, of deep listening, of fierce grace.

So let this be a call to peace.

Not peace as passive compliance, but peace as radical reclamation.

Peace as remembering who we are before the distortion.
Peace as refusing to fight in wars we were never meant to be part of.
Peace as the soft, unstoppable power of the Sacred Heart rising.

It is time.

Time to return to right relationship with the masculine and feminine within us all. Time to dismantle what no longer serves.
Time to stop just surviving and start living in truth.

Let us lay down the armor. Let us meet at the holy hearth of humanity.
Let us choose peace—not as escape, but as the most courageous act of all.