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Today's Stichomancy for Salma Hayek

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King James Bible:

and he that rejoiceth, shall descend into it.

ISA 5:15 And the mean man shall be brought down, and the mighty man shall be humbled, and the eyes of the lofty shall be humbled:

ISA 5:16 But the LORD of hosts shall be exalted in judgment, and God that is holy shall be sanctified in righteousness.

ISA 5:17 Then shall the lambs feed after their manner, and the waste places of the fat ones shall strangers eat.

ISA 5:18 Woe unto them that draw iniquity with cords of vanity, and sin as it were with a cart rope:

ISA 5:19 That say, Let him make speed, and hasten his work, that we may see it: and let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel draw nigh and


King James Bible
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake:

And all thy moans flew o'er my roof, but I have call'd them down: Wilt thou O Queen enter my house, tis given thee to enter, And to return: fear nothing, enter with thy virgin feet.

IV.

The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar: Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown; She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists: A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.

She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave


Poems of William Blake
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde:

Marshals the way to Holy Rome.

O Blessed Lady, who dost hold Upon the seven hills thy reign! O Mother without blot or stain, Crowned with bright crowns of triple gold!

O Roma, Roma, at thy feet I lay this barren gift of song! For, ah! the way is steep and long That leads unto thy sacred street.

II.

And yet what joy it were for me