| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King James Bible: SA1 21:3 Now therefore what is under thine hand? give me five loaves of
bread in mine hand, or what there is present.
SA1 21:4 And the priest answered David, and said, There is no common
bread under mine hand, but there is hallowed bread; if the young men
have kept themselves at least from women.
SA1 21:5 And David answered the priest, and said unto him, Of a truth
women have been kept from us about these three days, since I came out,
and the vessels of the young men are holy, and the bread is in a manner
common, yea, though it were sanctified this day in the vessel.
SA1 21:6 So the priest gave him hallowed bread: for there was no bread
there but the shewbread, that was taken from before the LORD, to put hot
King James Bible |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: unless--" He broke off and turned indifferently to the bandit.
"Yes, I brought a hawss along with me for y'u," replied the other
to the unvoiced question. "I thought maybe y'u might want to ride
with us."
"But he can't ride. He couldn't possibly. It would kill him," the
girl broke out.
"I reckon not." The man from the Shoshones glanced at his victim
as he drew on his gauntlets. "He's a heap tougher than y'u
think."
"But it will. If he should ride now, why--It would be the same as
murder," she gasped. "You wouldn't make him ride now?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: and lifted his head upon pillows. The house was still, though
full of people. Duane's gaze sought the open door.
Some one entered--a tall girl in white, with dark, wet eyes and
a light upon her face. She was leading an old lady,
gray-haired, austere-faced, somber and sad. His mother! She was
feeble, but she walked erect. She was pale, shaking, yet
maintained her dignity.
The some one in white uttered a low cry and knelt by Duane's
bed. His mother flung wide her arms with a strange gesture.
"This man! They've not brought back my boy. This man's his
father! Where is my son? My son--oh, my son!"
The Lone Star Ranger |
