To Become the Master of My Fate

I gently close my eyes and travel back in time.
Back to a time when I was scarcely ever safe.
Back to a time when I didn't know I was cherished.
I am just two years old here, in this scene.
I sweep my tiny self gently into my arms and caress her tenderly.
As I comfort her, I sense behind me God's heavenly host of angels.
One of them places their hands on my shoulders,
fortifying me with courage, with healing grace.
I feel them surrounding me,
each one has their hands placed on the shoulders
of the heavenly beings in front of them so that I receive love from all of them.
While standing here, in front of the event I am intent on healing from
and with the heavenly host standing steadfast behind me,
in my mind, I repeat:
        'I forgive you, father.
        I forgive you, father.
        I forgive you, father.'
My inner child hears my thoughts and is puzzled.
        'Why are you trying to forgive him for this?'
'Because,' I mutter,
        'I know that he is in far more pain than he is causing us.
        He cannot see through his anguish.
        But you need not attempt to forgive him
        in this moment if you are not ready.
        It is enough that I do so for now.'
The angels around me add,
        'You must know, we want to intercede here,
        but this was something you chose to overcome.
        See past this pain, see through it, into his humanity; see his own wounded child.
        This event was agreed upon by his soul and yours,
        so condemn him not.
        And be rest assured that this means that even here,
        you are not the victim.
        You came here and chose this
        so that you could learn how to become,
        the "master of your fate" and the "captain of your soul".'

With that, my inner child begins to chant with me,
        'I forgive you, father.
        I forgive you, father.
        I forgive you, father.'