The Feed

This past week, I was in San Francisco — visiting family, tending to business, walking with someone who is like a brother to me. Yanush is a lighthouse soul. The kind who doesn’t just reflect your truth, but calls it forth.

We were talking about empathy — and how the world we’re living in today is starved of it.

You don’t have to look far: wars raging, children dying, politics in the U.S. engineered to crush the working class. Empathy is something Jane and I talk about often — especially in the context of the Israeli–Palestinian conflict.

So I told Yanush about Jane. About the 7th Tribe.About this rising revolution of matriarchs — and how we must reclaim what was buried beneath centuries of empire.

How “eye for an eye” is a patriarchal script.

And how, if women ruled the world, we wouldn’t have wars.

He listened. Quietly. And then said something that stopped me in my tracks:

At first, it caught in my throat. That reflexive defensiveness. That ancestral ache.

But the more I sat with it, the more I realized — he wasn’t wrong.

He was naming a deeper truth. One we don’t often say out loud.

Yes, the patriarchy is real.

Yes, it’s brutal. Structural. Systemic.

Yes, it has stolen, erased, rewritten, and silenced us.

But it never stole our power.

It only convinced us we didn’t have any.

And somewhere along the way, we believed the lie.

We made the wound our identity.

We called ourselves powerless — even as the blood of every woman who ever survived still sang in our bones.

Here’s the thing no one teaches us:

Playing victim doesn’t mean we weren’t harmed.

It means we let the harm become our home.

It means we handed over authorship in exchange for sympathy.

It means we began to identify more with the ache than with the healer inside us.

But we are not just here to heal.

We are here to lead.

Not with control — but with coherence.

Not with force — but with frequency.

The revolution isn’t about flipping the script.

It’s about writing a whole new language.

One where power means presence.Where justice means wholeness.Where woman means remembered.

So to Jane, to the Queens of the 7th Tribe, to every woman who’s ever questioned her worth:

We are not rising because the patriarchy is falling.

We are rising because we finally remembered who we are.

Let’s not wait to be given the mic, the platform, the scroll.

We are the scroll.

We are the living scripture.

The breath. The storm. The sanctuary.

And this — what we’re doing here — is not just healing.

It’s a return to sacred memory.

The matriarchy doesn’t need to take back the world.

She only needs to wake up — and the world will rise with her.

With fierce love,

Irina (Queen Amanirenas)