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Forgetting those things which are behind. — Paul.

I have turned my gaze from the past.

I have forgotten all the unpleasant in my life.

I have forgotten the griefs, losses, sorrows, pains, and fears that have been mine.

I have forgotten whatever has caused me anger, hatred or revenge.

I have forgotten all who have ever in anyway wronged me or caused me to suffer.

All the burdens of remembrance that weighed me down with thoughts of regret or desire I have forgotten, and they are to me no more.

I have cast out all memories of conditions that have ever been occasions of self condemnation or self criticism.

I have cast from me the memory of every feeling, wish, longing, and desire that has never been fulfilled. I have ceased all introspection that leads to the unpleasant past.

I have ceased all expressions of desire for the return of days that were.

I live in thoughts of the ever present Good and forget that I ever believed in evil.

I live in thoughts of Omnipotence, which ever protect me, and I forget to fear.

I live in the consciousness of Supply, and forget to wish and to want.

Freed from these burdens of the past, I rejoice in the consciousness of my limitless power of life. I am free.

I am relieved of Life’s heaviest burdens for I have learned to forget them.

I am free, for no more I drag the chains of a Past.

I am free, for no longer do I build a prison wall of sad memories.

I am free, for I no longer obscure the day by clouds of grief, remorse or sorrow.

Glorious the vision of unfoldment, now that I have learned to forget.

Glorious the rapture of Soul, now it wings its way, unfettered with regret.

Sweet is every experience, now that I take it for its present worth,—cease to remember it.

I etch upon my memory only the happy and the joyous.

I have learned the lesson of the flowers and extract fragrance from every soil.

I have attained the wisdom of the bee and find the honey in every flower.

I remember only that which I wish to endure.

I control the unfoldment in the Present by forgetting the Past.

By this Art of forgetting I retain only the “best of now and here”. That best is mine, and is mine forever.