|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King James Bible:
KI1 22:50 And Jehoshaphat slept with his fathers, and was buried with
his fathers in the city of David his father: and Jehoram his son reigned
in his stead.
KI1 22:51 Ahaziah the son of Ahab began to reign over Israel in Samaria
the seventeenth year of Jehoshaphat king of Judah, and reigned two years
KI1 22:52 And he did evil in the sight of the LORD, and walked in the
way of his father, and in the way of his mother, and in the way of
Jeroboam the son of Nebat, who made Israel to sin:
KI1 22:53 For he served Baal, and worshipped him, and provoked to anger
the LORD God of Israel, according to all that his father had done. CH1
King James Bible
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Abyssinia by Father Lobo:
discovered by the Portuguese in the reign of King John the Second.
The country is properly called Abyssinia, and the people term
themselves Abyssins. Their histories count a hundred and sixty-two
reigns, from Cham to Faciladas or Basilides; among which some women
are remarkably celebrated. One of the most renowned is the Queen of
Sheba, mentioned in Scripture, whom the natives call Nicaula or
Macheda, and in their translation of the gospel, Nagista Azeb, which
in their language is Queen of the South. They still show the ruins
of a city which appears to have been once of note, as the place
where she kept her court, and a village which, from its being the
place of her birth, they call the land of Saba. The Kings of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar:
Mouton, she seemed to have grown ages older. Her Sylves' was
going from her; Sylves', whose trips to New Orleans had been a
yearly source of heart-break, was going far away for months to
that mistily wicked city, a thousand miles away.
October came, and Sylves' had gone. Ma'am Mouton had kept up
bravely until the last, when with one final cry she extended her
arms to the pitiless train bearing him northward. Then she and
Louisette went home drearily, the one leaning upon the other.
Ah, that was a great day when the first letter came from Chicago!
Louisette came running in breathlessly from the post-office, and
together they read it again and again. Chicago was such a
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories