|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa:
seeing his head was turned away, he snatched up the small thick
blood. Underneath his girdled blanket he hid it in his hand.
On his return to his family, he said within himself : "I'll
pray the Great Spirit to bless it." Thus he built a small round
lodge. Sprinkling water upon the heated heap of sacred stones
within, he made ready to purge his body. "The buffalo blood, too,
must be purified before I ask a blessing upon it," thought the
badger. He carried it into the sacred vapor lodge. After placing
it near the sacred stones, he sat down beside it. After a long
silence, he muttered: "Great Spirit, bless this little buffalo
blood." Then he arose, and with a quiet dignity stepped out of the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer:
the dusky shadows of the room. "What is your theory respecting this creature--
what shape, what color--?"
"It is something that moves rapidly and silently. I will
venture no more at present, but I think it works in the dark.
The study was dark, remember, save for the bright patch beneath
the reading-lamp. I have observed that the rear of this
house is ivy-covered right up to and above your bedroom.
Let us make ostentatious preparations to retire, and I think
we may rely upon Fu-Manchu's servants to attempt my removal,
at any rate--if not yours."
"But, my dear fellow, it is a climb of thirty-five feet at the very least."
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert:
stating what she was sending, she gave him some instructions.
Fellacher kept the parrot a long time. He always promised that it
would be ready for the following week; after six months he announced
the shipment of a case, and that was the end of it. Really, it seemed
as if Loulou would never come back to his home. "They have stolen
him," thought Felicite.
Finally he arrived, sitting bold upright on a branch which could be
screwed into a mahogany pedestal, with his foot in the air, his head
on one side, and in his beak a nut which the naturalist, from love of
the sumptuous, had gilded. She put him in her room.
This place, to which only a chosen few were admitted, looked like a
A Simple Soul