| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King James Bible: twelve days since I went up to Jerusalem for to worship.
ACT 24:12 And they neither found me in the temple disputing with any
man, neither raising up the people, neither in the synagogues, nor in
the city:
ACT 24:13 Neither can they prove the things whereof they now accuse me.
ACT 24:14 But this I confess unto thee, that after the way which they
call heresy, so worship I the God of my fathers, believing all things
which are written in the law and in the prophets:
ACT 24:15 And have hope toward God, which they themselves also allow,
that there shall be a resurrection of the dead, both of the just and
unjust.
 King James Bible |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne: trembled beneath him, as an act of penance. He kept vigils,
likewise, night after night, sometimes in utter darkness,
sometimes with a glimmering lamp, and sometimes, viewing his own
face in a looking-glass, by the most powerful light which he
could throw upon it. He thus typified the constant introspection
wherewith he tortured, but could not purify himself. In these
lengthened vigils, his brain often reeled, and visions seemed to
flit before him; perhaps seen doubtfully, and by a faint light of
their own, in the remote dimness of the chamber, or more vividly
and close beside him, within the looking-glass. Now it was a
herd of diabolic shapes, that grinned and mocked at the pale
 The Scarlet Letter |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James: propensity to wait all day is not in general characteristic of her
race. I was enlightened probably not so much by the spirit of the
utterance as by some quality of its sound. At any rate I saw she
had an individual patience and a lovely frock, together with an
expression that played among her pretty features like a breeze
among flowers. Putting her book on the table she showed me a
massive album, showily bound and full of autographs of price. The
collection of faded notes, of still more faded "thoughts," of
quotations, platitudes, signatures, represented a formidable
purpose.
I could only disclose my dread of it. "Most people apply to Mr.
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