🕊️ In the Wake of 7.10: A Cry for Sacred Balance

On October 7, 2023, the morning broke and the world tore. Families were murdered, women violated, children stolen into terror. Some are still missing; some still wait to come home. I hold their names like breath. This memorial is for them—and for every civilian still paying the price.

What failed us is bigger than one office or one order.

Centralised forces divide to conquer, turning story into a weapon and people into targets. But beyond headlines, culture on the ground tells the truth of a people—what is taught, sung, celebrated, and tolerated; how women are treated; how children are protected; how neighbours are spoken about. Wherever hatred of a people is preached as virtue, it must be questioned with great authority.

Grief is not automatically symmetrical. Israeli and Palestinian grief can stand side by side only when the aim is mutual—life next to life, peace next to peace—according to the law of perfect tension: boundary and mercy held together, each restraining the excess of the other. Without that mutual aim, equivalence becomes a lie that erases accountability.

Prevention begins long before sirens. It means escalating the voice of the sacred feminine—the leadership that orients toward life, hears danger early, centres protection of the vulnerable—and removing the barriers that block her: indoctrination that trains children to hate, media machines that monetise outrage, institutions that dismiss women’s warnings, and power structures that reward domination over care. A healed masculine meets her there—presence and boundary in service of life, not vanity.

My prayer is simple: may truth outlast propaganda; may warnings become prevention, not eulogies; may the captives return; may leadership be measured by the lives it safeguards—especially women and children—on the ground. Judge every system by that metric, and we will know who is serious about peace.

We remember. We refuse hate. We choose life—and The Sacred Balance that is being illuminated.