Forgiveness By Myriah Krista Walker and Father Sky
Forgiveness for-give 1 a to give up resentment of or claim to requital for <~ an insult> b : to grant relief from payment of <~ a debt> 2 : to cease to feel resentment against (an offender) : PARDON <~ one’s enemies> ~ to grant forgiveness, for-giv-able, for-giv-ably, for-giv-er, for-giv-ing.
“Forgiveness,” the Wind said as she walked the dirt path back to her cabin. “That is what I shall write about today. Forgiveness.” She climbed the stone steps on the grassy hill, and embraced the tall clover in passing. “Forgiveness,” the clover whispered, and the Wind felt a prick upon her arm. She had unknowingly embraced a tiny honeybee among the flowers, and in helpless defense he stung her.
“Ay, forgiveness,” she said as she sat at her keyboard, smiling. “The world is in need of forgiveness. I forgive you, tiny bee.” She sat at her computer and did her best to catch the thoughts the Earth was sending.
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Breathe deeply, and fully. Breathe Light into your Heart, and then let it fill you fully, like a Tree of Light.
Take however many moments are necessary to breathe Light fully into your BE-ing, letting your torso, arms, legs, ankles and toes be filled. Send roots of Light into the Mother Earth, and ground yourself. Breathe.
You are standing upon a mesa. All around you is the view of snow-capped mountain peaks. A far-off eagle cries. A great Solar Light shines above.
You continue to breathe deeply of this Solar Light, this connection to Source. Allow the energy of Light to flow gently through your BE-ing as you watch the clouds whiz by as fast as the birds.
Suddenly it is as though you are merging into the Void, into the arms of the Father Sky. His Arms cloak you like a Shadow Dancer, and you know you are quite safe and secure.
As One with Father Sky, You hold the world in Your Hands. Gently, ever so tenderly as the globe spins delicately in Your Hands, You whisper, “Forgiveness.” Its letters spill and weave among the at-moss-sphere, coating the globe in delicate wonder and gentle intensity.
As You hold the globe in Your Hands, You begin to feel what it would be like to feel absolute and total Forgiveness to Self and Others. The feeling tone of Forgiveness fills You full, like angel tears in a teacup.
Father Sky smiles upon the image of the globe. She is lighter now, more sparkling and effervescent. You turn to speak to Him, but He is simply the reflection of the Universe. Un-I-Verse. One. Your Light bursts forth in greeting, and You see that His Shadow and Your Light compliment the Other.
“There must first be a space and place for Forgiveness to dwell, in order to hold the shape of things to come,” He says.
Forgiveness is a feeling tone, for sure and for certain. Its ring begins at the Heart, and then quickly encompasses the throat area as well. It is a solid tone in sound and vibration.
Imagine an angel has just touched Your Heart in the space and place where Forgiveness dwells. It reverberates like an emerald crystal set upon a lily pad, rippling ever and on. Let Yourself feel this for a few moments.
Father Sky takes Your Hand, and together you become small and wee and whisk onto the globe, finding a place to sit together in nature. He begins to tell a story. “Once upon a time, Man knew One. All BE-ings knew that their thoughts touched the thoughts of others. Their actions touched the actions of others. One could not act without affecting another.
“Then One wanted to understand more. Wanted to know what it would be like NOT to feel each other. To feel only the individual self. To feel only their own thoughts and actions and not feel the senses of Others. And so a veil was put upon the Earth. This veil cloaked the Thoughts and Hearts of man.
“Some remained uncloaked, unveiled. Some retained their powers of the Higher Self, and could still sense and feel Others as though the veil was not there. They spoke of Oneness and togetherness, and many people laughed at them. ‘There is no proof!’ they would shout, unwilling to look within their own hearts to see the space and place where Oneness resides.
“Time passes, and more and more the people of the Earth grew in disHarmony. They tried to find Oneness where Love was not. They created acts of competition, greed, and hoarding saying, ‘I am better than you. I am the One because I have more than you. Honor me because I have more material wealth!’
“And they built great temples of matter, saying, ‘Honor me because I have built this great thing! I have built this space and place where people can come to work and honor me, and I shall pay them with material wealth!’
“The Ones without…some suffered, and some went within and found where true Oneness lies. This is not to say that Ones with material wealth did not find Oneness. There were many that did, indeed. And those that did transformed the beliefs of greed and hoarding, and welcomed new ideas of Abundance, Wealth, and Divine Right meeting every supply.
“They began speaking of the power of Give and Receive. They began speaking of Harmony. They sat back and became the sacred witnesses of those around them. Silent watchers no longer content to judge and condemn but filled to the brim with Unconditional Love and Understanding. The Understanding that comes from knowing they, too, will find their own way.”
Father Sky takes Your Hand, and places a kiss upon it. A thousand questions bubble up like stars in the night sky, and then disappear. Looking in His Eyes it is a though all questions are answered.
“The world is in Your Hands,” He whispers against Your cheek. “Forgive those who do not see. Take Your focus off of them and simply direct Love from Your Heart. Let Love do Love’s work where it will, and then let it go.
“For one day, You may be the tiny bee, weaving Your Love upon a globe of wild grasses. Unaccustomed to the caress of Hands of Love.”
You sigh, and find Your Self back home now. The essence of Forgiveness cloaks You like a comfortable shawl, filling You full. And the feeling of a fresh kiss lingers upon Your cheek.
Welcome home, and thank You for sharing.