|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac:
the count; on the upper step of the bed stood a little table, on which
the waiting-woman served every night in a gold or silver cup a drink
prepared with spices.
After we have gone some way in life we know the secret influence
exerted by places on the condition of the soul. Who has not had his
darksome moments, when fresh hope has come into his heart from things
that surrounded him? The fortunate, or the unfortunate man, attributes
an intelligent countenance to the things among which he lives; he
listens to them, he consults them--so naturally superstitious is he.
At this moment the countess turned her eyes upon all these articles of
furniture, as if they were living beings whose help and protection she
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells:
sun's heat is rarely strong enough to burn, even when it is
focused by dewdrops, as is sometimes the case in more tropical
districts. Lightning may blast and blacken, but it rarely gives
rise to widespread fire. Decaying vegetation may occasionally
smoulder with the heat of its fermentation, but this rarely
results in flame. In this decadence, too, the art of fire-making
had been forgotten on the earth. The red tongues that went
licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange
thing to Weena.
`She wanted to run to it and play with it. I believe she
would have cast herself into it had I not restrained her. But I
The Time Machine
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
there before them stood their lovely girl Ruler, Ozma of Oz.
With a cry of delight, Dorothy rushed forward and embraced her.
Scraps turned gleeful flipflops all around the room. Button-Bright
gave a low whistle of astonishment. The Frogman took off his tall hat
and bowed low before the beautiful girl who had been freed from her
enchantment in so startling a manner. For a time, no sound was heard
beyond the low murmur of delight that came from the amazed group, but
presently the growl of the big Lavender Bear grew louder, and he said
in a tone of triumph, "He never makes a mistake!"
OZMA OF OZ
The Lost Princess of Oz