Forgiveness (30 page)

I forgive myself for judging women as

I forgive myself for judging women as

I forgive myself for judging women as

– I F
ORGIVE
M
YSELF FOR
B
ELIEVING
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EXAMPLE

I forgive myself for believing that all women are sneaky and cannot be trusted.

I forgive myself for believing

I forgive myself for believing

I forgive myself for believing

I forgive myself for believing

– T
APPING
S
EQUENCE
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Review Basic
Tapping Sequence
Guidelines.

1. Review each of the day’s 12 Forgiveness Statements out loud. This will help you identify the specific aspects of the issue that you want to tap on.
   
2. Rate the intensity level of any unforgiveness you hold about today’s topic on a scale of 1 to 10. Write the number down.
   
3. Neutralize all subconscious resistance. Repeat a Reversal Statement 3 times while tapping continuously on the Karate Chop point.
   
4. Focus on the issue you’ll be tapping on. Repeat a Set-Up Statement 3 times while tapping continuously on the Karate Chop point.
   
5. Tap 7 times on each of the 10 meridian points while repeating out loud the key details from the 12 Forgiveness Statements. This process can be modeled on the bonus Tapping Scripts.
   
6. Recheck the intensity level of any unforgiveness you hold about today’s topic. Write the number down. If the level is at 8 or higher, repeat the entire sequence. If the level is less than 8, tap on a Modified Set-Up Statement, then perform the 10-point Tapping Sequence on your 12 Forgiveness Statements until you are at a 0 level of intensity.
   

– R
EFLECTIONS
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I can have peace of mind only when I forgive rather than judge.

—G
ERALD
J
AMPOLSKY

– DAY 13 –

I F
ORGIVE
M
EN

Let me not bind Your son with laws I made. He is not bound to me except by my beliefs about him.

My only function is to forgive my beliefs that bind me in the time-space body to pain. I am not bound. I am free the moment I let go of the false beliefs, the foolish false beliefs about what I am and who I am; about what they are and who they are. My only function is to forgive what I thought was allowing love to takes its place.

—P
RAYER FOR
A C
OURSE IN
M
IRACLES
W
ORKBOOK
L
ESSON
227

– Forgiveness Story by Iyanla Vanzant –

I
n spite of all of my misgivings and apprehensions, I really thought we were moving along quite nicely. We had known each other for many years before we became sexual and intimate. We had a healthy respect for each other’s space and responsibilities as professionals. We had a great time together walking, talking, laughing, and doing simple things like popping popcorn and eating it while lying in bed. It felt really good to me, and I thought it felt the same for him. Boy, was I wrong! Without warning or provocation, three years into my first healthy relationship, he packed up and left, stating, “I am not the man for you.” That was it. No further explanation was offered. Quite frankly, none was required. He was a man! They all lie, cheat, take what they want, and leave you scratching your head, bewildered and brokenhearted. I just thought he was different. I wanted him to be different. It hurt my feelings that he wasn’t different, and I was mad as hell that I didn’t see it coming.

I have spent the majority of my adult life trying to figure out who to be, how to be, and what to be to keep a man interested and committed in a relationship. I have used food as a way to his stomach and heart. I have been a warm and welcoming, ever-available sexual partner. I’ve been aloof and hard to catch. I’ve been coy and demure, helpless and dependent, independent and powerful—none of which has worked. I have asked them what they wanted. I have heard that want he wanted was me. That lasted only until someone younger, older, smarter, thinner, fatter, or more experienced came along. When that didn’t work, I made it up as we went along. To that end, I was deemed to be needy, moody, pushy, bossy, too dependent, too independent, angry, passive, aggressive, or fine but the timing was just not right. By the time I was 45, I determined that they were all crazy, they could not be trusted, and that I was going to live the rest of my life happily with Bob, my “battery-operated boyfriend.” Thank God I have close, nonsexual male friends to help me figure it all out.