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“There comes a point at which you have to let go and forgive. You can start your prayer with, 'Help me to forgive because I don't want to forgive. I feel entitled to be angry even though the anger is killing me, not them. And no one really cares that I'm angry. It's destroying my life, not theirs. I want to punish someone, so I punish my kids or I punish other innocent people who have never harmed me because it is my way of punishing them. So I really don't want to forgive because then I think all my hurt will be forgotten and that feels so unfair. But what is fair? No one's hurt is fair. I just think that justice should revolve around me. So, help me to forgive, one person at a time, beginning with _______.' That's your beginning. You take it from there until you have emptied your dungeon. Whenever you add new prisoners, you will have to revisit your dungeon.”

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Book:Entering the Castle: An Inner Path to God and Your Soul
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Entering the Castle: An Inner Path to God and Your Soul

This book delves into the concept of an inner journey, offering insights into the paths to spiritual enlightenment and the nature of the soul. It draws from a range of religious and philosophical teachings to provide a comprehensive guide for those seeking a deeper understanding of their spiritual selves. more

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Caroline Myss
Caroline Myss

Caroline Myss is an American author and speaker renowned for her work in the fields of spiritual health and spirituality. Her writings delve into personal growth, self-awareness, and universal energy. Born on December 2, 1952, Myss's books and lectures have helped thousands of readers find inner peace and strength. more

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