| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne: countenance of his mother. He drew back his hands, in or-
der not to touch those trembling hands which sought him.
"I do not know in truth what it is you say, my good
woman," he replied, stepping back.
"Michael!" again cried his aged mother.
"My name is not Michael. I never was your son! I am
Nicholas Korpanoff, a merchant at Irkutsk."
And suddenly he left the public room, whilst for the last
time the words re-echoed, "My son! my son!"
Michael Strogoff, by a desperate effort, had gone. He
did not see his old mother, who had fallen back almost
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: resolved to adopt it. So Peter the Knook called to the reindeer, and
the faithful animals again sprang forward and dashed over hill and
valley, through forest and plain, until they came to the houses
wherein children lay sleeping and dreaming of the pretty gifts they
would find on Christmas morning.
The little immortals had set themselves a difficult task; for although
they had assisted Santa Claus on many of his journeys, their master
had always directed and guided them and told them exactly what he
wished them to do. But now they had to distribute the toys according
to their own judgment, and they did not understand children as well as
did old Santa. So it is no wonder they made some laughable errors.
A Kidnapped Santa Claus |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Aesop's Fables by Aesop: give up the hope of getting at the straw, and went away muttering:
"Ah, people often grudge others what they
cannot enjoy themselves."
The Man and the Wooden God
In the old days men used to worship stocks and stones and
idols, and prayed to them to give them luck. It happened that a
Man had often prayed to a wooden idol he had received from his
father, but his luck never seemed to change. He prayed and he
prayed, but still he remained as unlucky as ever. One day in the
greatest rage he went to the Wooden God, and with one blow swept
it down from its pedestal. The idol broke in two, and what did he
Aesop's Fables |
