As I contemplate the last week, I’m drawn back to old patterns that briefly resurfaced—and to an epiphany that arrived precisely because of how familiar those patterns were.

I found myself thinking about “No weapon formed against me shall prosper.” For a moment, the verse confused me. The emotion didn’t line up.

I have been systematically abused since early childhood—physically, sexually, psychologically. I was targeted by narcissists, mocked, slandered, violated, and repeatedly pushed past my limits. Addiction became a battlefield. I crossed thresholds I didn’t understand, stayed in places I didn’t belong, and more than once, I nearly lost my life.

So I asked honestly:
What does it mean—no weapon shall prosper?
What does it mean—touch not my anointed?

And then, like lightning, the answer arrived:

“It was you. You were the only weapon that could be formed against you.”

That realization landed like a breath of fresh air and a punch to the gut at the same time.

The abuse fractured my sense of self early on. Those fractures were later exploited—through promiscuity, through addiction, through self-destruction. I became something I was never meant to be. Not because I was weak, but because I was wounded and didn’t yet know who I was.

And here is the hardest truth:
Those who harmed me could not destroy me on their own.
Only I could do that.

That’s not blame.
That’s power returning to its rightful owner.

When I see it clearly now, I understand why forgiveness had to begin with myself. It was never harder to forgive them than it was to forgive me—for surviving the only way I knew how, for believing the stories that were planted in my nervous system before I had language.

And now—now that I am remembering who I am.
Now that I am caring for my body as a sacred vessel.
Now that I am no longer afraid.

I can forgive.

“Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

That forgiveness does not absolve harm.
It releases my life force from carrying it.

I’m sharing this because I know I am not alone.

This is for you—the one who recognizes themselves here.
The child who learned too early how to disappear.
The adult who is remembering how to return.

I see you.
I love you.
It is going to be okay.

They cannot hurt you anymore.
Only you ever had that power—and now, you are reclaiming it.

May this realization offer you clarity.
May it return to you the knowing of your strength.
May it remind you that you are a luminous, mystical Child of the Sun.

Forgive them, I AM, for they are blind.
Shine your light so they may see themselves clearly.
Hold them close to remembrance, that they too may find their way home.

May they find love.
May they become it.
May they be it.

I AM love.
— EH

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