Neville Goddard Lectures: “Closing Summary”

02 Jun Neville Goddard Lectures: “Closing Summary”

4/28/67

We are closing tonight and if it be the Father’s will, I’ll be back in September. My work is finished, completely finished. Tonight I want to share with you some of the things you’ve shared with me and some of the things that have been shared with me from a different source. I have told you that imagining creates reality, and because God creates all things I identify God with imagining. I do not for one moment modify it. God and human imagining are one and the same presence, and that presence is a person. So we’ll start on this level fist that you may apply it in your own personal lives.

These letters came this week, all came this week. I can’t use all of them, I will only use four. One has so many in it, I can only use two or three from that one. Here is the first. “Friends and I went to this luncheon party, a luncheon fashion party. As we got in we discovered a raffle was on…on the table things to be raffled. So we bought tickets, as we all would, and here was a plant, and I thought, ‘Isn’t that a lovely plant…I would love to have it on my coffee table in the den.’ So instantly, knowing imagining creates reality, I put it on the coffee table in the den, and there I saw it in my mind’s eye as I would see it were it true. And in that state I felt the thrill of having that plant in the den. Well, came the raffle, the ticket was called, but I didn’t get it. Then a ticket is called and my friend said, ‘Why, that’s my number, but I don’t want the plant, I can’t use the plant, would you like it?’ Well, need I tell you the end of the story? So the plant is where it ought to be, right in the den on the coffee table.” That’s that story.

Here is why I told you nothing dies I this world, but nothing dies, not even a little flower dies. My friend writes me this story…this goes back now quite a few years…but I only got the letter this week. He said, “This man who was really the porter in our plant, he cleaned out the offices and the plant, and this man works at a bench at a lathe, and, he said, one year after I met him he stopped at my bench one day, called me by name, my name is Clare, and he said, ‘Clare, do you have any religion?’ And Clare said to him, yes, I was raised in brimstone, fire and brimstone, but I no longer accept that. I go to a man, his name is Neville, and he tells me, he tells all of us, that imagining is God in action, that human Imagination is God, and that God became man that man may become God. And so I told him, and he listened, and he said, ‘Maybe,’ and walked away. But, over the next two years he would come back to my bench and he would say, ‘What did Neville say last night?’” after my lecture. And Clare would tell him what I said. He was vitally interested in anything I said about the Bible. “Well, how can Neville interpret that passage of the Bible?” and Clare would tell him.

Well, this went on for two years. Then one Thursday afternoon—his name is Randy—Randy didn’t feel well and they took him home. And the next day, the plant was notified that Randy died under operation. They rushed him to the hospital and operated on him, and under the operation Randy died. “Three months later,” he said, “I felt the presence of Randy. I knew it was Randy next to me. I’m bent over my work and a voice is speaking, and it’s Randy’s voice. There’s no voice like Randy’s and he’s speaking to me. He said, ‘Clare, you are right, you are right, you are right! Clare, you are right.’ Then from within me is coming Randy’s voice and from within me he is saying the same thing, ‘Clare, you are right, you are right, you are right! Clare, you are right’—all from within me. I have tried since that day to hear his voice again but I have never. But the revelation to me means this—not only that Randy that I loved and the whole plant loved him—that Randy survived, but one when they make their exit from this world, they remember this life. That to me is the most important part of this revelation—we remember. He remembered this.”