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Today's Stichomancy for Julia Roberts

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake:

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O my soul is white! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree, And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live, And gives His light, and gives His heat away, And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive


Songs of Innocence and Experience
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young:

Sister Theckla and Sister Angela came to the door of the room,--and they were so astonished that they could only look at one another and say to one another: ``What do they mean? Where did they learn that?''

And the little girl who had taught the other little girls that much of the song remembered some more; and so she beat louder than ever on the window pane and said:

``Rain, rain, rain, Go away! And come another day!''

All the little girls laughed more than ever and sang louder than

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:

courtesies, he carried off, not only all the gold, but all the Indians he could seize, and took them in irons to Cubagua, and sold them for slaves; after which, Delgado was shot in the eye by an Indian, of which hurt he died;" Pedro d'Orsua, who found the cinnamon forests of Loxas, "whom his men murdered, and afterwards beheaded Lady Anes his wife, who forsook not her lord in all his travels unto death," and many another, who has vanished with valiant comrades at his back into the green gulfs of the primaeval forests, never to emerge again. Golden phantom! man-devouring, whose maw is never satiate with souls of heroes; fatal to Spain, more fatal still to England upon that shameful day, when the last