When violence erupts, it reveals something larger than the act itself. We see the event, but beneath it are currents shaping the whole of our shared life: people swept into binary outrage, voices using divisive language or failing to stand for love, cruelty disguised as righteousness, and a collapse of discernment so complete that even those dedicated to truth are caught in its undertow.

The kind of power I call Feral Power—the wild, sacred current that animates a coherent field—doesn’t live in performance. It doesn’t need to be believed in. It doesn’t seek attention. It moves where there is integrity, contact, and availability. And it does not stay where there is distortion, agenda, or collapse masquerading as care.