| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tanach: Psalms 119: 173 Let Thy hand be ready to help me; for I have chosen Thy precepts.
Psalms 119: 174 I have longed for Thy salvation, O LORD; and Thy law is my delight.
Psalms 119: 175 Let my soul live, and it shall praise Thee; and let Thine ordinances help me.
Psalms 119: 176 I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek Thy servant; for I have not forgotten Thy commandments.
Psalms 120: 1 A Song of Ascents. In my distress I called unto the LORD, and He answered me.
Psalms 120: 2 O LORD, deliver my soul from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.
Psalms 120: 3 What shall be given unto thee, and what shall be done more unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?
Psalms 120: 4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of broom.
Psalms 120: 5 Woe is me, that I sojourn with Meshech, that I dwell beside the tents of Kedar!
Psalms 120: 6 My soul hath full long had her dwelling with him that hateth peace.
Psalms 120: 7 I am all peace; but when I speak, they are for war.
The Tanach |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: nor fix whereabout she was, he shouted loudly:
"Come to me! You shall see now what you are despising, what you are
warring against. All that you see is mine--the darkness as well as
the light. I tell you that I am greater than any other who is, or
was, or shall be. When the Master of Evil took Christ up on a high
place and showed Him all the kingdoms of the earth, he was doing
what he thought no other could do. He was wrong--he forgot ME. I
shall send you light, up to the very ramparts of heaven. A light so
great that it shall dissipate those black clouds that are rushing up
and piling around us. Look! Look! At the very touch of my hand
that light springs into being and mounts up--and up--and up!"
Lair of the White Worm |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: the same anxiety. Presently Mrs. Morel went out and strained
the potatoes.
"They're ruined and black," she said; "but what do I care?"
Not many words were spoken. Paul almost hated his mother
for suffering because his father did not come home from work.
"What do you bother yourself for?" he said. "If he wants
to stop and get drunk, why don't you let him?"
"Let him!" flashed Mrs. Morel. "You may well say 'let him'."
She knew that the man who stops on the way home from work is on a
quick way to ruining himself and his home. The children were yet young,
and depended on the breadwinner. William gave her the sense of relief,
Sons and Lovers |
