"When tempted, no one should say "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it give...
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'Shadow' -In analytical psychology, the shadow (archetype) is an unconscious aspect of the personality that does not correspond with the ego ideal, leading the ego to resist and project the shadow, leading to a conflict with it. In short, the shadow is the self's emotional blind spot - the part the ego does not want to acknowledge - projected as archetypes.
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'Will you halt for a second?!' I tried to take my hand away from his harsh grasp, but it just wouldn't budge. He stopped abruptly and unhurriedly turned to face me. Until then, I had been squirming to escape, but the moment I realized he was going to speak to me, I was petrified.
'Halt?' I was starting to regret my choice of words. He inched closer, clearly bothered and upset. 'What, you think I'm some sort of exotic animal that you get to boss around just because you have a soul and I don't? You really think you're that much better than me, mother Teresa?!'
'You can't go back on your word, Rachel. That's a sin.' he replied nonchalantly. He scanned me all over my face with just his eyes, making me feel bare and uncovered. I felt the need to hide my face so I tried to take a strand of hair and place it forward. Strangely enough, he saw through my lamentable attempt to cover myself and scoffed.
'You think a little strand of hair is going to protect you? What do you even need protection from, hm? Me?' He sounded awfully pissed and I just couldn't force myself to look him in the eyes anymore.
He finally let go of my hand and took a step back to see me fully.
I wanted to be mad at her. I truly did. I always knew she was a little hypocrite, but that still wasn't a good enough reason for me to resent her. I didn't want to let her hand go, lest she should change her mind and run away from me. Not that I wouldn't be able to tackle her and catch her if she ran, but the fact that she could choose to get away from me made it not worth struggling for.
Ever so hesitantly, I let go of it, anticipating another escape (or at least an attempt) from her. Though, it never happened. I had to take a step back to get a better view of the woman. I would have sighed in defeat if I were still able to breathe. She looked like a little lamb that prepared herself to be butchered by her shepherd.
'Do you really want to go back?'I eventually plucked up the courage to ask. She looked at me with those glistening eyes and just then had I realized that no matter how I felt and what I wanted, I was going to do anything she asked me to. Just for those eyes of hers.
'I- I didn't mean to startle you. I just- Look, I am not going to hurt you, okay?'
I was spouting nonsense, but I was growing impatient waiting for her to answer. Once again, she looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Was that the only thing she knew or was I that bad of a person to make girls cry?
