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Today's Stichomancy for Leon Trotsky

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare:

Let not your private discord keep away The levied succors that should lend him aid, While he, renowned noble gentleman, Yield up his life unto a world of odds. Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy, Alencon, Reignier, compass him about, And Talbot perisheth by your default.

SOMERSET. York set him on; York should have sent him aid.

LUCY. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth:

all this kindly helpfulness disappears, and with it go all those small acts of service which are, as it were, the buffers which save men from being crushed to death against the iron walls of circumstances. We must try to replace them in some way or other if we are to get back, not to the Garden of Eden, but to the ordinary conditions of life, as they exist in a healthy, small community. No institution, it is true, can ever replace the magic bond of personal friendship, but if we have the whole mass of Society permeated in every direction by brotherly associations established for the purpose of mutual help and sympathising counsel, it is not an impossible thing to believe that we shall be able to do something to restore the missing element in modern


In Darkest England and The Way Out
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rig Veda:

foe, and self-existent, Shared by all men, victorious, subduer: vouchsafe to us superior strengith in battles.

5 I have departed, still without a portion, wise God! according to thy will, the Mighty. I, feeble man, was wroth thee, O Manyu I am myself; come thou to give me vigour.

6 Come hither. I am all thine own; advancing turn thou to me, Victorious, All-supporter!


The Rig Veda