| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King James Bible: will go and see him before I die.
GEN 46:1 And Israel took his journey with all that he had, and came to
Beersheba, and offered sacrifices unto the God of his father Isaac.
GEN 46:2 And God spake unto Israel in the visions of the night, and
said, Jacob, Jacob. And he said, Here am I.
GEN 46:3 And he said, I am God, the God of thy father: fear not to go
down into Egypt; for I will there make of thee a great nation:
GEN 46:4 I will go down with thee into Egypt; and I will also surely
bring thee up again: and Joseph shall put his hand upon thine eyes.
GEN 46:5 And Jacob rose up from Beersheba: and the sons of Israel
carried Jacob their father, and their little ones, and their wives, in
King James Bible |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: was a half-naked little savage--I, a gentleman, and an
officer in the world's greatest navy. There could be no
close bonds of interest between us.
This line of reflection I discovered to be as distressing as
the former, but, though I tried to turn my mind to other
things, it persisted in returning to the vision of an oval
face, sun-tanned; of smiling lips, revealing white and even
teeth; of brave eyes that harbored no shadow of guile; and
of a tumbling mass of wavy hair that crowned the loveliest
picture on which my eyes had ever rested.
Every time this vision presented itself I felt myself turn
Lost Continent |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: post-war conditions, nor post-war colliers either, with their 'ca'
canny' creed. But Connie liked Mr Linley, though she was glad to be
spared the toadying of his wife.
Linley stayed to dinner, and Connie was the hostess men liked so much,
so modest, yet so attentive and aware, with big, wide blue eyes arid a
soft repose that sufficiently hid what she was really thinking. Connie
had played this woman so much, it was almost second nature to her; but
still, decidedly second. Yet it was curious how everything disappeared
from her consciousness while she played it.
She waited patiently till she could go upstairs and think her own
thoughts. She was always waiting, it seemed to be her FORTE.
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
