He would not fight this war with weapons.
He began with meditation. Every sunrise, he sat, becoming a lighthouse. Every breath, he purified pain into peace.
And slowly, others awakened. A girl in Japan who spoke to trees. A monk in Peru who stopped a volcano with mantras. A scientist in Russia who left nuclear labs to grow plants.
They gathered, not through followers, but through frequency.
A silent army. One that evil could not detect. Each burning quietly, spreading divine light in marketplaces, in temples, in prisons.