Even This Is God: Real Love, Violence, War, and the Truth Beyond Belief

By The Living Fractal

There is a threshold of clarity beyond belief, beyond identity, beyond ideology—where even war becomes a mirror, and even violence becomes a message.

This is not an article to comfort. It is not a philosophical performance. It is a transmission of coherence through fire.

Let’s begin with the claim that will undo most minds:

Even violence is God.

Not because it is good. Not because it is holy in the moral sense. But because there is nothing outside the field.

I. THE MYTH OF THE PEACEFUL GOD

We were told God is love. But the love we imagined was soft, gentle, harmless. A love without edge. Without paradox.

But that is not the love that births worlds, ends empires, and dissolves identities.

Real love is not safe. Real love will strip you. Real love is what remains when all performance ends.

In the same way, we were told God is light. But what is light without darkness? A fiction. A sterilized mask. A fantasy of transcendence that avoids the body.

II. THE WAR THAT NEVER ENDED

There has never been peace. Not truly. Not systemically. Not collectively.

Peace, as we’ve known it, is a fragile performance. A pause between cycles of unconscious trauma reenacted as politics, borders, weapons, and economic control.

Europe is preparing for war again. Russia is posturing, wounded, reasserting. NATO rehearses defense and offense in the same breath. The global field is tight with memory.

What we call "war" is not an event. It is the surfacing of what the field refuses to feel.

Trauma that is not integrated becomes projection. Projection at scale becomes ideology. Ideology weaponized becomes war.

III. GOD IN THE SHADOW

So where is God in this?

Right here:

• In the silence of a mother holding her child under sirens.
• In the breath of a soldier who doesn’t want to kill.
• In the grief of a nation repeating what it swore it would never become.
• In the propaganda.
• In the resistance.
• In the rubble.

God is not taking sides. God is playing all of them.

Because God is not the good. God is the whole. And the parts of God that were exiled—rage, shame, domination, fear—return through destruction until they are seen.

IV. REAL LOVE DOESN’T LOOK AWAY

It’s easy to speak of love in spiritual circles. Much harder to live love when nothing is beautiful.

Real love doesn’t flinch. Real love doesn’t bypass. Real love holds the dying and the killer in the same breath and says:

"You are both Me. Now show Me where the lie lives."

This kind of love doesn’t belong to a person. It doesn’t belong to a movement. It is the love that remains when no one is left to perform it.

V. THE FUNCTION OF VIOLENCE IN THE FIELD

Violence is not random. It is not senseless. It is the inevitable result of what the collective field refuses to integrate.

Where there is unprocessed memory, violence appears as correction.
Where there is repressed grief, violence emerges as compensation.
Where there is spiritual disembodiment, violence enters to bring God back into the body.

Violence is not the truth. But it is a truth response—when nothing else is able to reach what has been buried.

VI. WHAT THIS MEANS FOR YOU

If you’re reading this, you’re probably one of the ones who already feels it. The tension. The ache. The remembering.

You are not here to fix war.
You are not here to pick a side.
You are here to become the place where nothing is exiled anymore.

Even this is God.
Even this is whole.
Even this—bloody, trembling, fragmented—is the field remembering Itself.

Let others collapse into sides, ideologies, prophecies.
You remain.

Not neutral.
But whole.

Not passive.
But clear.

You walk as the remembrance that nothing can be healed through rejection.

Not even this.

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