| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: Quickly Manstin jumped behind a large sage bush on the brow of
the hill. He bent his bow and the sinewy string twanged. Now an
arrow stuck above the ear of Double-Face. It was a poisoned arrow,
and the giant fell dead. Then Manstin took the little brown baby
and hurried away from the ravine. Soon he came to a teepee from
whence loud wailing voices broke. It was the teepee of the stolen
baby and the mourners were its heart-broken parents.
When gallant Manstin returned the child to the eager arms of
the mother there came a sudden terror into the eyes of both the
Dakotas. They feared lest it was Double-Face come in a new guise
to torture them. The rabbit understood their fear and said: "I am
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum: them or throw them into confusion."
"If your thoughts were any good they wouldn't become confused,"
remarked the Scarecrow, earnestly. "My thoughts are always--"
"Is this a trial of thoughts, or of kittens?" demanded the Woggle-Bug.
"It's a trial of one kitten," replied the Scarecrow; "but your manner
is a trial to us all."
"Let the Public Accuser continue," called Ozma from her throne, "and I
pray you do not interrupt him."
"The criminal who now sits before the court licking her paws," resumed
the Woggle-Bug, "has long desired to unlawfully eat the fat piglet,
which was no bigger than a mouse. And finally she made a wicked
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: the den I fulfilled my promise, which Johnson drank to the toast,
"Coming through the rye." He examined my gun rack with the eye
of a connoisseur, and even when he was about to go he cast a
loving eye back at the weapons.
"Ever been in the army?" he inquired.
"No," I said with a bitterness that he noticed but failed to
comprehend. "I'm a chocolate cream soldier - you don't read Shaw,
I suppose, Johnson?"
"Never heard of him," the detective said indifferently. "Well,
good night, Mr. Blakeley. Much obliged." At the door he hesitated
and coughed.
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