I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
not breathe effectively when and as I write and place my words.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
not see that when and as I do writing that how I place my words and construct
my sentences is how I place the words within me as the words I live.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
write from the starting point of “just writing to get it done” instead of
writing to actually support and assist myself where I write within breath and
speaking out each word so that it is moving one and equal with the physical,
where I do not attempt to follow the mind and get lost within a energy
experience.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
Fear losing time when and as I write and thus attempt to write as the mind
where I go fast and do not write what is here, seeing and realizing that the
fear is already determining the writing and the support that I will give to
myself which is fear instead of breathe.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
believe that if I can write fast or type fast that I am good at writing/typing
and thus within this believe already writing as a belief instead of as the
physical as real support within developing real writing skills.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
Judge myself for what I am writing about, believing that I am incapable of
writing about the points, seeing and realizing that because I started the
writing from the starting point of fear and of a belief, I will only see the
point from the point of view of the fear and belief. Instead of slowing down
and investigating the point real time within and as myself here and thus no knowledge
or information is required as it is all here when and as I am breathing and
slowing down and seeing the points.
Here I am going back to a experience of when I was a child,
around six years of age.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
Feel that having to read or write is forced onto me.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
create a Belief/idea/opinion about reading and writing because if how it was forced
onto me as something I JUST have to do, without any explanation for the purpose
of it.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to make
my judgment based on one experience my final judgment about reading and thus
writing.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to attach
an negative emotional experience to reading and words and writing in general
due to how the person at the time was handling the situation with me having to
learn how to read.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
define myself according to how I experienced myself within the moment of trauma
when and as the person was yelling and screaming and being forceful with me
towards reading.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
create an idea that reading must be something that comes natural, otherwise the
teacher would never have been so meant o me, because I believed that I was
supposed to naturally be able to read the way she was treating me and not
helping me.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
within that experience define myself as not naturally having the ability
everyone else seem to have to read and write and thus I am a bad and stupid
person.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
Create Resistance towards reading and writing and actually developing the
skills effectively according to that one moment, that one experience as a memory
in relation to reading/words/writing.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
blame the teacher all these years for me not developing my reading and writing
skills effectively.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
not see and realize that the blaming has only worked against me within the
space and time that has gone by already and that within all the time I
have had I have not developed the skills effectively yet.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to
hate myself for not being able to read on that day with that teacher there,
because I blamed myself for how I could not read or finish one sentence and how
the teacher got frustrated and angry at me as I felt that I was a waist of her
time and useless, seeing and realizing that within that moment I created a self-definition.
To be continued.
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