What Does it Take to Truly Forgive?

I try to send out an Illuminara.com newsletter once a week. This past week, the topic was about forgiveness and what I realized I must do to truly feel the feeling of forgiveness in my mind/body/spirit. And many, many people who subscribe have responded. Alice, for one, said:

“I, too, learned that forgiveness is what we must practice if we are to grow as spiritual beings.

There was a time in my life when the thought of forgiving a personal hurt was something I couldn’t choose to do. Instead, I asked God to bless the lives of the persons who I felt had hurt me. I didn’t really care if the persons were blessed. I couldn’t articulate what a blessing for them would be. I just prayed every day that God would bless them. Ovetime I found that the only thought I had about the persons was the daily blessing request, and in only a few months, I knew I was ready to forgive and let go of my pain. I prayed one last blessing request, forgave the past hurt, and thanked God for the lesson I had learned.”

Thank you, Alice!

2 thoughts on “What Does it Take to Truly Forgive?”

  1. Ahh, yes this is exactly the feeling! Without forgiveness, we literally carry the weight of it. We all know that feeling of extra weight being held around the heart, or stomach or even head. Anger has that effect, plus it’s like acid, it deteriorates the muscles etc. I am sure you know, being a doctor, what chemical the body releases that becomes toxic–when fear is present. Anger is a kind of fear–fear of loss of control and fear of being helpless to change what is wrong. Brilliant, thank you, Helena! By the way, please make it so I get the Channeling Hippocrates posts, I only got one long ago and for some reason they don’t arrive anymore, I can’t figure it out. Plus I very much want to keep the one you wrote for me–it was one of the most beautiful things ever–something I treasure. Maybe you can send me the link to it?

  2. I was discussing the subject of forgiveness with some blogger friends. Here’s a Zen story one of them shared, his position being that no one ever did anything to him that he felt he had to forgive because like life, he just kept moving on:
    Two Buddhist monks were walking in the forest and happened across an elegantly dressed young woman who was standing at the edge of a swiftly moving stream. Without a word, one of the monks swooped her up in his arms, carried her to the other side and kept on walking. After the two friends had walked a mile or so, the other monk turned to his friend and reproachfully said: “How could you teach that young woman? You know it’s forbidden.” The other replied: “I left her back there at the stream; why are you still carrying her?”-And that’s how I feel about all the events of my past life.

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