From Cre8 Your Life of Joy: forgiveness and destiny

Like when you perpetuate the sensation of Certainty, open to the solutions that await you, to share with others, too, you perpetuate the feeling you are loved. No matter what, the pecadillos and problems you’ve built into such serious effects, wash away in the light of acceptance. It is the focus you give a feeling that defines it. When you love yourself like you would your dearest friend, the motives to harm yourslf with behaviors fall under their true light. Gulit can circumscribe patterns of restriction, but Forgiveness, now, will open your world to benevolent possibilities. Ultimately, the inability to Forgive can tie to a sense of your participation in those matters, for lines you crossed, for things you said and did without realization of the precarious nature. The vibration of you as you live in your best possible life, would be weighed down too much by your focus to not forgive.

Accountability, discernment – yes, those remain in the equation. But we are embracing the liberation of the consciousness, so however long the calling-to-account may take when things are mismanaged or people have behaved in ways that defy the resiliance of someone like myself, who has parted ways with disappointments bringing me down, while I understand, the paths of others, and so ultimately myself, have met violation, privation, and ill-consideration.
To forgive the part of yourself in them that you know to be, cosmically, you, is to acknowledge their part in your story, as cosmic allies who modeled banal behavior and worse in their mundane interactions with, ultimately, you. Your forgiveness is not based on foregoing any mortal sense of wrong and right. It is based on your wish fulfilled, to dance among stars beyond transitive cares. It is because you accept who you are becoming, that you cannot afford the karma, if you will, of feeling that debt is unpaid. Unpaid debt can be equated with scarcity, for it is a concept of Lack. Once you have imagined a future beyond the transgressions of the lower-frequency behaviors, you sever your association of your inner self with those stories that waste your imagination on perpetuating fear and doubt. Your union with Self calls for it, and your peace of mind can never be underrated by comparison to any material circumstance. Time is not the pressure, and you, a pen, hapless to report what the five senses got today, plus ongoing analysis. You're the one that gets a grip, rather than feeling grabbed by a giant hand like an illusion from the villain Mysterio. Once you have your cosmic home, you choose not to leave it, for its rooms are situations, everywhere; it hosts your episodes with the grace and elegance implicit in Time, when it has become the pen and you have become the pressure, to each page of Existence. Time is not the pressure, and you, a hapless pen. If you recognize that state of mind, you will find yourself ever more eager when you are the one who dips the quill, for it is your freedom of expression, the edge where your imagination and all the world to see, meet.