| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: hollows of the hill, sounded faintly, and aroused no echo--the echo
was in his own heart. The Provencal was twenty-two years old:--he
loaded his carbine.
"There'll be time enough," he said to himself, laying on the ground
the weapon which alone could bring him deliverance.
Viewing alternately the dark expanse of the desert and the blue
expanse of the sky, the soldier dreamed of France--he smelled with
delight the gutters of Paris--he remembered the towns through which he
had passed, the faces of his comrades, the most minute details of his
life. His Southern fancy soon showed him the stones of his beloved
Provence, in the play of the heat which undulated above the wide
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible: PSA 124:8 Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and
earth.
PSA 125:1 They that trust in the LORD shall be as mount Zion, which
cannot be removed, but abideth for ever.
PSA 125:2 As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the LORD is
round about his people from henceforth even for ever.
PSA 125:3 For the rod of the wicked shall not rest upon the lot of the
righteous; lest the righteous put forth their hands unto iniquity.
PSA 125:4 Do good, O LORD, unto those that be good, and to them that
are upright in their hearts.
PSA 125:5 As for such as turn aside unto their crooked ways, the LORD
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pool of Blood in the Pastor's Study by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: sunshine. There were two men in this room, the village magistrate
and the notary. Their expression, as they held out their hands
to the doctor, showed that his coming brought great relief. And
there was something else in the room, something that drew the eyes
of all three of the men immediately after their silent greeting.
This was a great pool of blood which lay as a hideous stain on the
otherwise clean yellow-painted floor. The blood must have flowed
from a dreadful wound, from a severed artery even, the doctor
thought, there was such a quantity of it. It had already dried and
darkened, making its terrifying ugliness the more apparent.
"This is the third murder in two years," said the magistrate in a
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