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Day 707 : Day 14 : Focus

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Day 14 of 21 days of walking with self forgiveness

I will take on the challenge from my brother : Gian Robberts on walking a 21 day trial of (only/daily) self forgiveness on points. I will walk these points of self forgiveness for self/world change during 21 days.

 

Here is Gain’s Blog :

http://gianjourneytolife.blogspot.no

21 days of self forgiveness on key points.

The points will be that kind of relevant points as of this world and our living.

Money, sex, politics, work, religion, mind  and so on.

 

Day 14: Focus

 

Please read loud for best effect

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that to have focus and to be focused is not for me, within this I see how I had a need to be focused in school, and how school would call on me to be focused but I hated school and school was not a cool thing for me so I failed at learning to be focused then and there for I learn it now.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear to go into being focused and to not want to dive into that from fearing to have memories from school and from being a child.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to hear my teachers call out like: “remember to be focused” and to be “alert”, and “awake” during tests and work at school.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that to be focused is a state of being and a expression of self.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear to not be focused enough.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think there are levels of being focused.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel like there are times when I should be more focused and more alert or more awake.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that to be focused is like to wear a pair of thick glasses.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that to be focused is a way to study something.

Please check out this link to desteni forum about the word focus:

http://forum.desteni.org/viewtopic.php?f=147&t=7326

Also check out this talk from eqafe,  on the word focus :

https://eqafe.com/p/birthing-yourself-as-life-the-crucifixion-of-jesus-part-86

 

To be focused is a state of being and a way to experience self

 

Thank you

 

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Day 666 – understanding god – self corrections

This is a continuation of the post: Day 664 and Day 665

Here I am writing self corrections to myself from previous post, enjoy:

When and as I see myself taking on this word; “dumb” or “stupid” or “weird” “idiot”- I stop myself, I slow myself down, and I breathe. I realize that I am not dumb, stupid or particular weird. I realize that I have been living this program within backchats for a loooong time. I realize that this pattern is deep rooted within my mind and my emotional feeling body. I realize I am not dumb. I realize words like “dumb”, “stupid”, “idiot” etc is like words of a bully and mockery. I realize that I have been bullied quite bad when growing up, but that is of my past, and I have to equalize this relationship.

I commit myself to open up my past of energies and psychology, and to work on myself to forgive all my tripping wires from within.

I commit myself to let go of these words, as they serve no good. I commit myself to delete that backchat and to change myself in relation to my backchats.

I commit myself to delete and trash all these types of brainwashing, and be-lie-ve systems to call it out when I see it and to stand through it al.

I commit myself to let go of blame and judgment of parents from this programming.

I commit myself to have a certain, and clear and confident relationship to these words: Stupid, dumb, idiot, and weird – where I see they are words of bullying and mockery, not of support.

 

When and as I see myself ending up in a tradition or any form of religious setting, where “god” is mentioned or worshipped where I am asked to participate, I stop myself, I slow myself down, and I breathe. I realize that I can moderate my participation and sort of direct my activity of so, and to leave out the words, or don’t sing etc, whatever suits me that is common sense. I realize that I very often feel a split within as of taking part in religious traditions. I realize that I should self find a solution to stand with and as.

I commit myself to find best for all solutions. I commit myself to practice common sense with these events/traditions.

 

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Day 651 – Epigenetics

Epigenetics – inherited trauma/memories, trans-generational epigenetic inheritance, memories passed on to us from our parents.

So this “hot” topic of epigenetic, that separates scientist, about having memories inherited from parents and grandparents. It have been told that we can inherit memories from our for – fathers. Is this so ? Can I relate on a personal/physical basis ? Is it just emotions or is it valid inherited “trauma” and memories from DNA ?

 

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Let’s find out.

This calls for a story. A story about my grandparents, living in Norway, in the 1940’s. My mother’s parents. They have both past away now. Story goes back to WW2. And how my grandparents where on the Nazi – Germany side during the 2nd world war. Since they were on the German side during that war, my grandfather was thrown into prison after the war. And I know that he experienced a nervous breakdown at that point in his life. He was in prison in Norway in 1945/46 about and he experiences a nervous breakdown in prison.

Here I look into myself and study my memories of my grandfather I find these pictures of him in a cell/prison, in a bad condition, he is having a break down. I see this very clear to myself that he is suffering. Now. This you could say is simply empathy with him and a sense of “love” or connection to him. But I see this picture so strong within myself that I start to experience his pain/trauma.

For what is a memory ? It is sounds and energies, developed into pictures and movies, stored on our physical and mind.

 

To me it is more than a story being told. To me it is real time experience seeing these pictures of him suffering in prison. I experiencing it very mush real with my physical.

So this is then stored in my DNA. Guess what; we humans still don’t, own our own DNA. This DNA ownership – is worthy of investigation.  That is how “they” can patent life and so on.  I would think that through developing water crystal , memory, emoto and iridology would also be able to help us clear out of past and to figure out some answers. What is what. There is a long way to go.

 

So how to deal with these pictures and traumas ? Best medication there is. Self forgiveness. Because there is still my emotional experience of my grandfather going through nervous breakdown – within me.

 

What is Self-forgiveness?
It is the process by which an individual forgives oneself for accepting and allowing self to separate from objective reality, releasing positive and negative value judgments such as good or bad, right or wrong, positive or negative – as subjective interpretations of reality regarding something or someone that leads to stability as breath.

– June Roca

http://desteni.org/

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel pity and to feel bad for my grandfather picturing him in prison, and I realize that his pain back then – is very real to me and my physical living today.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to pity my grandfather and for thinking he was harmed or hurt and I would pity him from this punishment.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear to go back to this memory of my grandfather having a nervous breakdown in prison, and I would think it is in my DNA and it is stored like a trauma within my being.

 

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Day 542 – My porn addiction

My porn addiction

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This is a re – post. It is a old post of mine. I have given it a facelift and posted it again:  enjoy!

3 years ago I quit watching porn. Some times today I still have flashbacks. Porn addiction had been a part of me form more than 10 years, and going way back with its relations , when I was 5 or 6 years old, discovering and finding porn magazines along the high way. My addiction where bad and it drove me down many dangerous tracks. Addictions  are real and very much of what controls  the  dynamics and what controls the world we live in. Addiction is served to us through commercials and government  programs, corruption and mafia. We are made into addicts to stay consuming and stay obedient in fear to the controlling elite.

I started to watch a lot of porno online in 2004, on internet.  By then my abuse had stretched far into the world of perversion, emotions, guilt and sorrow. I was in  reality a monster and my mind was filed  to its rims  with abusive porn  from  internet. I choose to be open about my addiction because I think it is worthy to share light on this matters. Porn culture is ruing life.

I write this here now because it is  clear to me that what is best for all in  that someone shares these stories. Someone must tell the truth. Someone share these incidents and this  type experience, to the rest of the  world, for prevention, and see that  the growing generation that is coming after us, are  already showing  clear signs of both porn addiction and sexual confusion and perversions.

My relationship to porn started before 2005. Back when I was 5 or 6 years  old. I would find porn magazines along the high way. I  grew up 30 meters from a European high way.   Sometimes I would  find porno magazines along the way. I would  sometimes  share these magazines perhaps with my cousins that I grew up close in relation to.  These  porno magazines I would  hide in my room or outside  in caves or beneath  rocks. The porno magazines where my thrill and my sensations in my world growing up. I recall that I would  stare at the nude girls in the magazines  and just study the bodies in every way I could.

I was more than one time told straight by my mother and my father. They caught me with porno magazines in my room stored away in hidden closets  and drawers I would later become  real  upset and depressed from  losing my porn pictures and magazines.

The magazines  I found  along the highway was my treasures, and my secretes when I was growing  up. I remember that I read that in the back of  the porno magazines that I  found there  where advertisements  for porno videos and online phone  chats, sex chats.  During growing up I was also introduced to porno by a video from my third cousin. I particularly  remember that movie. It was  a Danish movie. And I remember its scenes mixed of humors and  nudity and sex acting out.  Later when I was 14 or 15, I was again  introduced to watching a  porno video. I remember I was super exited. This was during school hours and we would sneak out  and watch the short porno movies at a nearby house.  This VHS tape that I was to  watch was recorded from a TV station. A so called adult movie. We where about 4 or 5 boys then  that  would sneak  in to the home of a class mate and we would watch a short  5 or 10 minute long porno movie of nudity and sex exposure.  These are my 3 very first meetings with porno. I will work through self forgiveness for these memories and relations here.

Today porn is a greater challenge than ever before. Consequences of this we see with gang rapes and murder in India, and horror stories from UK about pedophile rings, and so on.

Here comes myself forgiveness  on my early days with porno.  Thank you for reading.

What is Self-forgiveness?
It is the process by which an individual forgives oneself for accepting and allowing self to separate from objective reality, releasing positive and negative value judgments such as good or bad, right or wrong, positive or negative – as subjective interpretations of reality regarding something or someone that leads to stability as breath.

– June Roca

http://desteni.org/

I  forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself for the moment when I as a child found porno magazines  along the  high way, and I attached a negative value to this memory, within this I forgive myself  that I have accepted and  allowed myself   for  the sudden rush of dopamine that would start flowing through me like a drug  and like a addiction, energy ride through my body, and I forgive myself for having created, right there and  right then a relationship with porno and with addiction to porno  that I would later crave  like a drug/emotions, and for later today realizing that I have created a addiction with  porno from then and that I from that moment of looking through the porno  magansies like “boom”: I had started a energy addiction.

I forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed  myself for letting in my childhood years and my addiction to porno get all out of hand when I would find more and more porno magazines  along the high ways and create this secret mind about owning  porno  magansies and having porno pictures, in my possession, and I forgive myself for having accepted and allowed myself for hiding  from my parents the porno pictures and the images of porno that I would evolve an addictive relationship to.

I forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself for when I was young boy, and  I would visit my school chum, and we would  watch  a soft core movie together, and I forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself for my memory of negative character of my memory of drinking   alcohol and later watching the soft core, porn movie together  with my mate from school, and for my memory of thinking that the movie was to soft core and that I specifically remember that I wanted to  see more intimate parts of the porn actresses  body, I desired more and more, like with a addiction, and I  remember that I was drinking alcohol and that I had  these thought  progress within  me manifesting as a character  of sabotaging and of  abuse within my life and of my mind.

I forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself for later blaming my third cousin for serving me alcohol and for introducing me to soft core porno and I forgive myself that I have   accepted and allowed myself for the blame that I would  serve him for his participation with serving me alcohol and the  porno movie, when I  realize that when I pass this blame on him, I only wanted  to avoid  being responsible with myself for my school work and it is myself and my relationship to school that is to blame, and not my school chum, when I avoid being responsible I  am in fact sabotaging myself and not serving myself honesty and rather passing blame.

I forgive myself  that I have accepted and allowed myself wanting to take responsibility for my action and for not wanting to hide from my responsibility with how I acted when I was in elementary school, growing porn addiction,  and for not taking the full responsibility for my actions and for my own life, and for my memories that I find hard to determine whether is negative or positive of value, and I realize that my ability to balance  or know when  to take responsibility for is at stake, and I further forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself  for creating a bubble of imaginations and mind components  that I should just let my addiction go on and not care about is of take responsibility for it, when I rather need and should  face my addictions and my memories and my fears so that I can stand as  a responsible human being within, relating to this world and to my responsibilities in a honest manner.

I forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself, for not realizing or fully understanding  that my addiction to  porn started when I was 5 or 6 years old, with kids play and I forgive myself for having  accepted and I have allowed  myself for hiding my shame and fear from the reality that would  grow big and ugly on me later in life from having lived a life in abuse and with porno addiction and for having lived a life with what I would  call severe addiction, that lived on through  me.
I forgive myself  that I have  accepted and allowed myself for my relationship of energies on having   a selfish need to decide whether  my relationship to porno  online is addictive or if it is in anyway causing me to have a relationship based on dopamine or adrenaline when I am online or presented porno, trying to categorize my addiction and the chemical within, and I feel this urge to relate to it in a manner  of judging myself and I sort of freeze and forget to properly dealt with, if or if not my relationship is a addiction or not.

I forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself for the times when I see for instance a bikini online or a woman with little clothes, and I use this as deliberate reason to jerk of. Within this I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed  myself for the images that appear  in my mind  and in my head when I jerk of and I realize that I still have  a addicticion to porno, when I am jerking of and projecting all sort of images in my mind  making  it harder for me to really masturbate and to really have an intimate and honest session with myself.

Within this I forgive myself that I have  accepted and allowed myself for all the times  that I let picture appear on my screen of bikini  ladies or of women that are more or less nude, and I let this trigger a sudden reaction within me, and I use this a as reason to start an intimate session or just plain jerking of.

I forgive myself that I have accepted  accepted and allowed myself for the times when I am masturbating and when I am having a intimate session, that I would experience some sort of pictures flowing through  my mind  that I would experience some sort of need or this and that picture and for the images  that I let run through my mind and that I let, have its  way with me, within this I forgive myself  that I have accepted and allowed myself for ignoring the pictures and the images that run  through me and  that I would try to block out the images from my mind and I would try just  to imagine how nice it is to  be intimate with myself and my experience of my intimacy and for my experience of blocking out images of my mind and my head and being intimate and self honest.

I forgive myself  that I have  accepted and allowed myself for the particular episode of when me and my buddies where given a VHS tape to watch that contained some porno pictures, that I attach negative value at, and I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself for the excitement that I felt when I was walking over to this  school buddy of mine and I was to watch the porno tape, where I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself for my need or wanting to bee intimate with myself and picturing that episode or my need open up any other memories of histories from those days of any type of memories from my years going to school, when I was a child.

When and as I see myself coming to a conclusion that a am living a life in addiction, or a life with adrenaline addiction to nude bodies or bodies  that are sexually acting out. I stop and I breathe.  I realize that I am judging myself and causing blame from having  lives with porn addiction for many years and that within  my life and my world and I realize that I am no longer addicted to the adrenaline rush of porno or nude bodies but I am rather stuck in  moments of realizing that I have been addicted to porno online  and sex online for many years. I commit myself to block all porn. I commit myself to help other to recover from porn. I commit myself to work for deleting porn from society.

When and as I see myself going back in time and  causing blame with  my cousins or causing blame with my school mates, or anyone else, I stop and I breathe. I realize that if I go back to memories to serve guilt and to serve blame  I am not being honest with myself I am not giving myself the truth or honesty and I commit myself to be honest about my memories and to be honest about my sexuality and my acting out free  and for my desire to be intimate with myself and my desire to have intimate sessions with my body and to masturbate. I commit myself to be intimate with myself and my body. I commit myself to have a natural relationship to masturbating and to jerking of, without pictures and energies within my mind – when I jerk of.

When and as I see  myself remembering pictures or short videos of pornographic content or I feel like jerking of and  stimulate myself with masturbation and I fear that pictures of porn might jump up  in my mind and appear in my head like images of an emotionally state or a  state of depression or shame. I stop and I breathe. I realize that  porno  is addictive and I also realize  that I have come to the  conclusion that porno is wrong. I commit myself to avoid entering porn sites and to avoid  looking at porno on the internet. I commit myself to end my relationship that I  have had or experienced  with porno. I commit myself to stop porn for future generations for what is best for all.

When and as I see myself remembering or just procrastinating parts of my physical or  mind memory that I have from porno.  I stop and I breathe. I realize that porno only make  me depressed and it makes me feel bad looking back at the happenings and  the insolent. I commit myself to stop living in memories  and to stop living  a life with memorizing  how I used to look at porno and blaming myself and others because of that. I commit myself to end my relationship to porno ad to  stop my participation with the  negativity that porno or  memories of porno  is. I commit myself to be open about my porn relationship to prevent further abuse of this kind. I commit myself to stand up against porn.

When and as I see myself looking through my mind memories and my physical memories  and I find  pieces of porno  and I find traces of porno content in within  myself. I stop and I breathe. I realize that I need to debunk my mind and my physical for porn and for  content  that is ever related to porno. I commit myself to debunk and to walk  out all what is needed to be walked out in relations to porno and leave it behind. I commit myself to stop participating with porno and  stop stimulating myself with the usage of porno.

When and as I see myself going back in my memories to specific pictures of specific  videos that are pornographic I stop and I breathe. I realize that all the memories and all the pictures of pornographic content have to leave my body, and I need to get all of it out of my body. I realize that the porn industry is a wealthy and power full lobby and industry. I commit myself to debunk all my material  and al my pornographic content that was ever with me or within  me. I commit myself to common sense and to stop porn.

When and as I see myself going into blame or shame or guilt or any other emotional state or emotional way of reacting and way of thinking because of porn, I stop and I breathe. I realize that if I burry myself in shame and guilt and sorrow from having viewed porn before, I am not being honest with myself and I am not supporting myself at all. I realize that there is no right or wrong, good or bad, there is only what is best or all. I commit myself to stop living in a emotional state of blame  and regret. I commit myself to be honest with myself and to give myself the support that I need and to be honest with myself with my intimacy and bring myself  back to breathe.

When and as I see myself going into blame or anger or any emotional state of feeling bad or sorry for myself, I stop and I breathe. I realize that if I let myself go into a state of emotional distress or emotional disturbance or just blame myself with shame and sorrow on a continually basis I am  not a well functioning being, and I am not being supporting with myself at all. And I am overdosing on shame and  sorrow I am not being honest with myself at all. And I commit myself to be honest with myself and bring myself back  to breathe and here as life.

When and as I see myself going into a character or a type entity where  I imagine  that “hey, some porno would be nice” or in any way suggesting that to watch  porno would be nice or all right for me  to participate with – I stop and I breathe. I realize that if I fool myself with wanting  or having to watch porno I realize that  I am merely fooling myself and deceiving myself with the desire to watch nudity and sex online that would  only bring me down emotionally. I realize that porn is to remove one – self from sexuality and a healthy sex life.

Thank you for reading my blog: I suggest for anyone  that can read  & write to investigate desteni lite: http://lite.desteniiprocess.com/

It is what is best for all – cheers

 

Check out the links:

http://desteni.org/

http://desteniiprocess.com/

http://lite.desteniiprocess.com/

https://eqafe.com/

https://warnomore.wordpress.com/

https://theendofpsychiatry.wordpress.com/

Day 536 – Addicted to voices

Addicted to voices – A life in and out of hell

 

I have been living 20 years with hearing voices. All sorts of stuff. From the most obscene and cold hearted voices to music and trivial stuff. I have been living with these voices like they were a part of me. I have defined myself as a hearer of voices. Many times it have been living hell. It have become a part of my personality and self definition.

I was reminded of this the other day. Because I have gone far and intricate rounds with words such as “sick and “sickness”. It is with forgiving myself and letting go It is all in my blogging. Here is one of them blogs about – “sick”

: https://tormodhvgj.wordpress.com/2014/12/09/507-more-reflecting-on-the-word-sick/

What are voices in the head: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7q_4XHf6vE

My vlog on this matter : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5mFi2jR9Z0&google_comment_id=z13vylkb2xacwhgua23dghczpxrwwvbvl&google_view_type#gpluscomments

Back to here. A schizophren. A hearer of voices. I am used to hear voices, and because I do not accept this any further, I would become depressed because I am expecting (!) to heave voices and I am expecting (!) to be schizophrenic, and when this does not happen – I become depressed, because of the unbalance of expectance to and living for voices – and not having them. It is like I am fucking myself with my own insecurity. It is like I expect to get this nice cool and present that does not come or show up at all.

It is like I would shoot myself in the leg so I can be a hospital and eat ice cream all day. It is totally lunatic. It does not make sense at all. It is Schizophrenia. I realize that I have been addicting myself to the energies of feeling bad or feeling sorrow within myself.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to addict to the energies of sorrow and suffering and fear that I have taken on myself like it was a clothing piece or a slice of pizza, that I just grab.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to take on the emotional energies of guilt and shame that I would squeeze myself through and make my own sort of and I would be making myself into a ball of emotions that I would then experience voices from.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to classify and grade all the different emotions like on a scale, that I would think to myself to imply and which to use onto myself if I experience stress in a specific order.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to expect and want there to be voices within my head and mind because for my habit of hearing, caring words like “are you ok”, “can I get you anything” , “how can I help you”, were I addict to the care and to the love from health care industry and family members, that only is providing help and understanding where I expect to have voices and emotions because I then can pity myself within these words of care and comfort from nurses and from family and from others, lulling in my own self – pity.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to addict to the systematic fear components that I find in society, like how things are placed in a supermarket playing psychological on our shopping routines and playing on our trained greed/fear to squeeze more money out from us as we consume and slave to mind where I would expect myself to go into this anger mode to play out guilt and shame onto the greedy elite that runs the supermarket and to blame them and judge them as I would simply have myself ending up with self pity and chocolate that I bought and that I would have to myself in self pity.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to expect there to be voices and fear and emotional pictures and scenes within my head, and within my mind, as that Is what I have been used to from being called schizophrenic and for reckoning myself as this person and hearer of voices, that I would expect to be a emotions ball of negativity and anger.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to go into insecurity and depression from not having voices and from not having despair or negativity within my head and my mind from my having voices I have simply grown corrupt and cold hearted in my expecting there to be emotions and voices that are not there.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to miss to have this bag/mind of voices like to stuff all my dirty and scary stuff in it and to do that to hide my bad stuff form the world and from myself in plain sight.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to addict to the hope feeling that I present myself when I fist tell myself that “I am so sick” and how “I feel so bad and so wrong” where I rely on seeing the light in the tunnel on the other side that I addict to and that I relay on from my experiences of life and psychiatry.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to expect there to be something there that is not there from the level of being able to understand schizophrenia, and from the level of understanding that Schizophrenia is not making any sense at all and Schizophrenia is not sane and not understandable but still forgivable, as it is mostly voices.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to become depressed and thinking I am so lonely no one cares for me, and where is my fun with voices and how can I entertain myself without voices, where I would expect there to be voices for me to ride into self pity with and for me to ride into judging of situation and mater within myself where I would expect and want there to be hope in the other end.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear to take on myself projects and tasks because I would expect there to be voices and traumas there for me to indulge in via stress, and when I do not hear this trauma and these voices I am again depressed and I resign from the task and the project of blogs or vlogs , cleaning up, chores, assignments and so on.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to define myself after the word “hearer of voices”, that I take onto myself like it was a t – shirt that I really liked or I indulge in this and I make this word my own, and I take on this character of this word and I think to myself that I belong to a greater society of people that hear voices and that I am expected to be participating within or without of this world and within the elements of user experience and user control, where I define myself as a hearer of voices like to include myself in this society and this world of emotions and of fears that is closing its gap around me like to remind myself of who I am.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to addict to the emotions and to the component of stress and fear that then provides me with voices that I would blame or indulge in thoughts like “It is paranormal” or “It is ghosts” or “it is monsters from A and B”, and “It is not me that is the problem”, and I literally run away from being responsible with myself, and being responsible with my voices and my addiction to being schizophrenic.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that I am aiming at the bigger picture now more than before with telling myself that “I have been addicted to voices and to illness within”, where I need to be responsible with myself to free myself from the slavery of voices where I have been literally addicted.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to addict to the curiosity from other people that wonder how it is to live with voices, where I see myself giving into the corrupt feeling of thinking to myself that I am special and I am more of a value and I have influence and other typical ego – thoughts.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think how I could manipulate my way with having se x with a girl with simply playing on her emotions to gain sex and to serve my penis/sex ego.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself how I would think to myself as a special of gifted person what have schizophrenic that I more valuable or precious than other people when I fail to realize that he it is just a illness and a diseases.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to realize now 20 years later that internet, and writing programs is genuine tools for me to use to open up on my Schizophrenia, that I have not seen before and that I would like to explore further.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think that I can become rich from my experience with Schizophrenia and that I would further think that I need to be rich and I should be rich because of the suffering I have been through, and that would make me deserve to be rich.

When and as I see myself going through my relation to hearing voices. I stop and I breathe. I realize that I have been addicted to hearing voices, and I realize that I have been addicted to feeling bad and sorrow. I realize that these negative energies are just as addictive as positive energies and that is news to me. I realize that I cannot go on with having this negative energy rush within me because it is not what is best for all. I realize that I have been addicting myself to the phenomena of hearing voices almost like to think to me, where I have been paranoid to think and rather give into voices as who I am and I would define myself as a hearer of voices. I realize that emotions are additive just like feelings. I realize that I must get to the point of neutrality and start to imply this to my life practically and physically for what is best for all. I commit myself to live my life for what is best for all, and to in equality and ones let go of my additions to energies and rather live my life without addictions that are creating friction or that are creating consequences. I commit myself to walk my path out of emotions and out of energy addictions, for what is best for all.

I realize that I have been living most of my life in addiction to negative energies.

I commit myself to do what is best for all with my everything, because that is also best for me.