| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: the process of projection. Once more it would be in its own body
in its own age, while the lately captive mind would return to
that body of the future to which it properly belonged.
Only
when one or the other of the bodies had died during the exchange
was this restoration impossible. In such cases, of course, the
exploring mind had - like those of the death-escapers - to live
out an alien-bodied life in the future; or else the captive mind-like
the dying permanent exiles - had to end its days in the form and
past age of the Great Race.
This fate was least horrible when
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Concerning Christian Liberty by Martin Luther: spiritual power, he is completely lord of all things, so that
nothing whatever can do him any hurt; yea, all things are subject
to him, and are compelled to be subservient to his salvation.
Thus Paul says, "All things work together for good to them who
are the called" (Rom. viii. 28), and also, "Whether life, or
death, or things present, or things to come, all are yours; and
ye are Christ's" (1 Cor. iii. 22, 23).
Not that in the sense of corporeal power any one among Christians
has been appointed to possess and rule all things, according to
the mad and senseless idea of certain ecclesiastics. That is the
office of kings, princes, and men upon earth. In the experience
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe: many another has done, to fling the whole thing from his heart
by one desperate effort. Too proud to supplicate or seek
explanation, he threw himself at once into a whirl of fashionable
society, and in a fortnight from the time of the fatal letter was
the accepted lover of the reigning belle of the season; and as
soon as arrangements could be made, he became the husband of a
fine figure, a pair of bright dark eyes, and a hundred thousand
dollars; and, of course, everybody thought him a happy fellow.
The married couple were enjoying their honeymoon, and
entertaining a brilliant circle of friends in their splendid villa,
near Lake Pontchartrain, when, one day, a letter was brought to
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