Hippie, ps, buttrfli,

I realise this may sound confronting but it is true, and I swear that on my grandsons life...

I found out years ago that to forgive was to free myself. I forgave the people NOT their actions. And I will never forgive the actions. I will defend your right not to forgive because I care about what happened to you and how bad it makes you feel.

God is love, not a man sitting on a throne who will cast an abuser into the pit of hell...WE LIVE HELL! I've died and come back and I can tell you that people will want to know how they got it so wrong. When I died I watched others crossing over they were literally shaking their head and saying "WOW!!!" (yes we still have heads)

But I learned there that if I wanted to be free of the anger and pain, then freedom would come with forgiveness of the people not what they did. When I was there I was in a state that I had never felt before and have only felt once since (when I died the 2nd time). And the freedom I felt was so delicious so comforting that I didn't want to return to the feelings I had before.

It is a personal thing and I certainly don't judge anyone for not forgiving; I understand not forgiving, I lived with it for a long time so I know how it feels and how it burns in the craw. But I didn't want to burn any more I was wasting my life on that pain...while ever I was feeling that, those men who abused me so horribly still had control of my life and mind. I wanted that back so I took it back...that was my triumph, my story.

I still fight those men every night in my dreams, and my poor partner is so bruised from me punching out now that I am grown up and able to fight...but it doesn't rule my waking life and I found happiness.

This is my story as I said and I certainly don't expect others to do as I did. I just wanted to share my story of forgiveness with you and tell you how it freed me.

I wish only for you that which you wish for yourself,

((((((((hugs to you all))))))))