Why do I have so many enemies…
and what can I do about it?
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Used to be I had only one enemy, the United States government. Democrats, Republicans, the whole evil, crooked bunch, from the president on down.
My anger bubbled over during Occupy Wall Street. Stella and I were part of Occupy Las Cruces. We created a blog site. I expressed my personal disdain in a poem.
But now… but now… I have so many enemies. I’ve lost count.
My dogs have peace.
Where’s my peace?
(W-pI.195.3:1) Your brother is your “enemy” because you see in him the rival for your peace; a plunderer who takes his joy from you, and leaves you nothing but a black despair so bitter and relentless that there is no hope remaining.
This morning I concluded my meditation with Holy holy holy are my enemies. Silently spoken, over and over.
They know who they are.
God knows who they are.
I give my enemies peace, even as I fight them, tooth and nail.
It’s the best I can do at this point in my life.
This is a story in progress…
