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Today's Stichomancy for Christina Aguilera

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner:

hand of his fellows--aye, or one heathen brother?'

"And she answered, 'Oh, that is all very well. If you were a really eloquent preacher, and could draw hundreds of men about you, and in time form a great party with you at its head, I shouldn't mind what you said. But you, with your little figure and your little voice, who will ever follow you? You will be left all alone; that is all the good that will ever come to you through it.'

"And he said, 'Oh my wife, have I not waited and watched and hoped that they who are nobler and stronger than I, all over this land, would lift up their voices and speak--and there is only a deadly silence? Here and there one has dared to speak aloud; but the rest whisper behind the hand; one

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

MAT 23:28 Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity.

MAT 23:29 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! because ye build the tombs of the prophets, and garnish the sepulchres of the righteous,

MAT 23:30 And say, If we had been in the days of our fathers, we would not have been partakers with them in the blood of the prophets.

MAT 23:31 Wherefore ye be witnesses unto yourselves, that ye are the children of them which killed the prophets.

MAT 23:32 Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers.

MAT 23:33 Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the


King James Bible
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Elixir of Life by Honore de Balzac:

he mounts the last step of the scaffold. Life so dilated in this fragment of life that Don Juan shrank back; he walked up and down the room, he dared not meet that gaze, but he saw nothing else. The ceiling and the hangings, the whole room was sown with living points of fire and intelligence. Everywhere those gleaming eyes haunted him.

"He might very likely have lived another hundred years!" he cried involuntarily. Some diabolical influence had drawn him to his father, and again he gazed at that luminous spark. The eyelid closed and opened again abruptly; it was like a woman's sign of assent. It was an intelligent movement. If a voice had cried