The Origin of holy wars

I do have an enemy.

I am indeed dual.

My enemy is to assume myself eternally convalescent so as not to move a finger and continue the same.

It is shielding myself in the 'humbleness' of saying that it is challenging to be sacred, to never aspire to divinity.

My enemy is telling everyone that I don't know anything, that I haven't woken up, and that I'm still only human, to keep clinging to my illness.

It is hiding my virtues, saying that 'I am not talented,' to continue in the comfort of never helping anyone to improve their condition.

That sort of 'spirituality' disgusts me.

My God now is the ire that rises when weakness insists on ignorance.

This glaring wrath is both my Healer and Master. It is my refuge and heavenly perdition. It is awakened oblivion—the origin of all holy wars. 

Blessed are those that can wage war on the weakness of so-called spiritual practitioners. May they slay resisters of the light that rises both from the heavens and deepest hells.