Authors: Iyanla Vanzant
– I F
ORGIVE
M
YSELF FOR
J
UDGING
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EXAMPLE
I forgive myself for judging myself as a failure because I was passed over for a promotion at work.
I forgive myself for judging myself as weak because
I forgive myself for judging myself as a failure because
I forgive myself for judging myself as weak when
I forgive myself for judging myself as a failure when
– I F
ORGIVE
M
YSELF FOR
B
ELIEVING
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EXAMPLE
I forgive myself for believing I failed in college and that I’m too old to go back now.
I forgive myself for believing I am weak because
I forgive myself for believing I am weak because
I forgive myself for believing I am weak because
I forgive myself for believing I am weak because
– T
APPING
S
EQUENCE
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Review Basic
Tapping Sequence
Guidelines.
– REFLECTIONS –
Instead of slapping your forehead and asking, “What was I thinking,” breathe and ask yourself the kinder question, “What was I learning?”
—K
AREN
S
ALMANSOHN
I am affected only by my thoughts.
My thoughts can frighten me, but since they are my thoughts, I have the power to change and exchange them. It is in my own best interest to train my mind to be affected only by the thoughts I do desire. I deliberately choose the thoughts I desire. I choose the feelings I experience. I forgive the conflicting ideas that harm me.
—P
RAYER FOR
A C
OURSE IN MIRACLES
W
ORKBOOK
L
ESSON
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– Forgiveness Friend Story by Rev. Manazerine Baptiste –
I
love you and I forgive you for everything.
On August 16, 2012, I wrote these words to my mother. For three and a half years, I had been in a process of forgiveness. Sitting on the edge of my bed halfway under the covers with tears streaming down my face, my Holy Instant arrived, and I pressed send. It was 6:20 p.m., and I was filled with a deep sense of peace and contentment. There was no longer any anger, judgment, blame, or pain. The story was no longer important to tell. This time the freedom of forgiveness was all that mattered. I wept because I remembered the time that she had come knocking, a time when I wasn’t ready. What a difference a moment can make when we choose to heal.
I thought about the Christmas Day when I asked my mother if she wanted to talk. I had planned it to be our first exchange about a very old hurt and deep wound. I thought that I wanted to hear her version of why she never came back for me. As a bonus, she would get to hear my version of how she broke my heart, shattered my life, and left me with no compass or understanding of life and love. We sat in a small room while the rest of the family exchanged laughter; we exchanged hearts. With each story, we wept. We wept until we could no longer speak. She “just didn’t know how to love [me] and had no clue how to be a mother.” In that moment, I saw her innocence as my own. In that moment, my heart opened to her love and the possibility of forgiveness. In that moment, however, it was still just a possibility.