I was deep in a meditation focused on healing. After awhile I suddenly dipped into a past life of mine.
I saw myself as a Muslim woman and I was being forced to do something I didn’t want to do. As the vision expanded, I realized I was being raped.
As was the custom back then, I was condemned to death for this.
Upon the realization of my death, I saw the face of my attacker. His face was disfigured in some way but all I saw was a lost soul.
In that awareness, I extended forgiveness and love to him.
Afterwards, I saw her again but this time everything about her was of higher vibration and luminescence, she radiated and was wearing a white robe of some kind. It was apparent I was seeing her in her afterlife.
She was weeping, but they were tears of release and gratitude for that simple act of forgiveness and love given across time and space that healed not only our attacker, but also ourselves — her and I, the one and the same.
There is always a part of ourselves that seeks to forgive. Let it. Forgiveness contains such a subtle, yet deep energy that ripples out in far reaching ways that we can’t even comprehend.