Don’t become buried under
The weight of erroneous beliefs
You must dig yourself out
Shovelful by shovelful
Until you get to the fresh air

Most of those beliefs
The ones you punish yourself with
Are inherited
They don’t belong to you
But you have made them your own

Digging yourself out
Is a kind of sifting through
What is true and what is not
What is actually yours
And what is not

Why allow beliefs
That are not even yours
To torment you?

The influence of wounded ancestry
Is enormous, almost incalculable
Enough, it is killing us

We are in an age of enlightenment
An age when we get to choose
To put down the bags of ancestral burden
Filled with shame and guilt
Filled with ‘not good enough’
Filled with war and competition

And to step into ourselves
Unburdened and unchained
Free to love unconditionally

But first we must each
Dig ourselves out
From the mountain
Of inherited and erroneous beliefs.

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