Major Arcana were waltzing through my dreams last night. The Hierophant was there, posing as some pope. The Empress was dressed in Margaret Thatcher's skin, (I really don't know how my subconscious comes up with this stuff) and I think the Devil was an Islamic militant with two different colored eyes. I told him I liked his eyes. He thought I was making fun, or trying to be conciliatory. I tried to assure him I really did like his eyes.
I don't think Islamic militants are the Devil at all. But in the Southeast US it's hard not to hear that they are almost anywhere you walk.
Was me telling him I like his eyes my expression of sympathy for the Devil?
We make our own Devils. Fear, anger projected outward to someone. We are violent but we insist they are the terrorists.
I am searching for something I can say I like in the Devil. It removes fear. It quells anger.
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