As I move through the corridors of time I learn that perception is a mirror, not a fact, and what I look on is my state of mind, reflected outward. If hatred finds a place in me, my world is filled with fear. If I feel the love of God within, I see a world of love and mercy. My own condemnation injures me, my own forgiveness sets me free. Forgiveness makes change possible.
Old grievances damn the flow to new life, and forgiveness breaks the damn.
Forgiveness frees the forgiver. I am responsible for what I think, and what I choose to think generates what I do. I am responsible for what I see and hear, and the sights I choose to see, the sounds I choose to hear, construct my belief in what I am. I receive as I have asked. It's here today.