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Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

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“I can take away the pain of your loss. I will cut out the shape of your grief, but I will have to also cull the memories of your sister. It will be as if Del had never been born, as if her life had never twined with yours for seven years. Would you choose that, to ease your suffering? To be able to draw a full breath again, to live a carefree life once more?" I didn't even hesitate. I could barely look the goddess in the eyes. but I firmly sad, "No." Not even for a moment would I trade my pain to erase Del's life.”

“To be true to that, Bethany frequently took several steps backward before moving forward again. And I deliberately blocked her Heart Chakra in Mystic Harmony to show how you can be feeling better and thinking you’re moving on, only to have an unforeseen trigger crop up that forces you back into a stage you’d “successfully completed.” In my experience, grief issues strike without warning from completely unanticipated sources. It is a long road to fully moving past it. The final Stage of Grief is Acceptance. It’s hard to achieve and surprising when you get there. But the most important component of completing those seven stages is forgiveness. You have to forgive the person who caused your grief, and you have to forgive yourself for everything you believe you did.”

“Forgiving someone else is an act of love – maybe not for them, but definitely for you. You don’t have to like them anymore or ever associate with them again. Or, if they’ve died, you can still be upset about their absence. But carrying a grudge or being resentful only robs what time we have left of its pleasure. Forgiveness is self-love. It is caring for your own soul. And it is the kindest gesture you can make to yourself.”

“It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she, whom we saw everyday, and whose very existence appeared a part of our own, can have departed forever—that the brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished, and the sound of a voice so familiar, and dear to the ear, can be hushed, never more to be heard. These are the reflections of the first days; but when the lapse of time proves the reality of evil, then the actual bitterness of grief commences. Yet from whom has not that rude hand rent away some dear connexion; and why should I describe a sorrow which all have felt, and must feel?”

“He was more ab­sorbed with the peo­ple around him, the cou­ples and teenagers and solo film buffs hav­ing per­fectly nor­mal days. He’d had thou­sands of nor­mal days him­self. It seemed such an alien con­cept now, to have a nor­mal day. To walk around obliv­i­ous, just par­tic­i­pat­ing in the world. It seemed un­rea­son­able for any­one to be al­lowed a nor­mal day.”