Written by Ernest Morrow
When men and women fall on our knees at the harm our gender has visited on the Other we will have peace.
When we own our own participation in this war we will begin to heal our deepest wounds.
When we forgive the Other we begin to heal ourselves.
Too angry to forgive? Then I burn with the world.
Too proud to admit I have been hurt? I win the crown of nothing.
This is not a theory. This matters.
It matters that you do not bring the PTSD of this battle home with you tonight.
It matters that you do not bring it to your next sexual or love connection.
It matters that you do not bring it to the next time you gather with your friends and talk about the Other.
Forgiveness is not for them. It is for you. For this world. For the trees and the rivers and the animals and the children who have no voice.
Forgive because to do so establishes that you are Free. That you are sovereign. That the programming of fear and revenge and the victimhood that leads every time to perpetration is NOT what you choose as your legacy.
Forgiveness is an act of revolution and rebellion. Forgiveness proves that love is stronger than death and that this oppression will not stand.
Forgiveness proclaims the victory of humanity over history.
Forgiveness saves the world.
Who do you have to forgive? Is it a person? An event? A nation? A gender? A God?
You can’t muscle it. The strength is in its softness. Like a spider’s silk. Resilient and supple.
Please join me. Make this a practice. A priority. Take a step every day. Who else? What else? How big? How ancient?
Ask for forgiveness. Offer forgiveness.
Let’s fall on our knees and change the story.
If you can make just one person smile today, if only by giving them one of yours, it just might change their entire week, which just might change their entire life.
I know these things,
~ The Universe
Have you ever considered that having aced time and space again and again and again, you’re here this time simply for the love of the game?
Just to smell the dirt?
To lend a hand?
And maybe for old times’ sake, to manifest a Carefully laid out agenda like it was a morning cup of coffee, even though you’re way past having to prove anything?