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Today's Stichomancy for Aleister Crowley

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac:

the first place his orders are conflicting; then no one likes him; he finds incessant fault, and he is very domineering. Moreover, like all men of feeble mind, he listens too readily to his inferiors. If I left the house not a servant would be in it in a week's time. So you see I am attached to Clochegourde as those leaden finals are to our roof. I have no reserves with you. The whole country-side is still ignorant of the secrets of this house, but you know them, you have seen them. Say nothing but what is kind and friendly, and you shall have my esteem-- my gratitude," she added in a softer voice. "On those terms you are welcome at Clochegourde, where you will find friends."

"Ah!" I exclaimed, "I see that I have never really suffered, while


The Lily of the Valley
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible:

believed, ye were sealed with that holy Spirit of promise,

EPH 1:14 Which is the earnest of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, unto the praise of his glory.

EPH 1:15 Wherefore I also, after I heard of your faith in the Lord Jesus, and love unto all the saints,

EPH 1:16 Cease not to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my prayers;

EPH 1:17 That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him:

EPH 1:18 The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may


King James Bible
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner:

together. Not a tree was to be seen anywhere, except on the banks of the river, and that was far away, and the sun beat on her head. Round her fed the Angora goats she was herding; pretty things, especially the little ones, with white silky curls that touched the ground. But Jannita sat crying. If an angel should gather up in his cup all the tears that have been shed, I think the bitterest would be those of children.

By and by she was so tired, and the sun was so hot, she laid her head against the milk-bush, and dropped asleep.

She dreamed a beautiful dream. She thought that when she went back to the farmhouse in the evening, the walls were covered with vines and roses, and the kraals were not made of red stone, but of lilac trees full of blossom.