Neville Goddard Lectures: “The Season of Advent”

20 Dec Neville Goddard Lectures: “The Season of Advent”

12/1/69

This is called the season of Advent, the coming of a great event or person…the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ. That’s how the Christian world observes the season. Of course, Paul in his letter to the Galatians doesn’t condemn it but he wonders if they really got the message when he said to them, “I notice you observe days and months and season and years! I am afraid I have labored over you in vain” (4:10). Nevertheless, it is not wrong in spite of that statement in Galatians that men do observe this season of the year. If they only understood it…this coming of the great event, this coming of the person called Jesus Christ.

Now tonight, I will tell you what I know from my own experience. My conviction is born of experience; it’s not theory, I’m not speculating, not repeating what others said. I’m telling you what I know. Well, I have to use certain imagery in order to explain it, and ask you to follow me in your Imagination. For your wonderful human Imagination is simply a reproduction of the Divine Imagination, and, look upon all of us as brain cells in the mind of the dreamer. And just see us all going out—it’s a purpose, a divine purpose—going out to infinity and curving back like a boomerang right into the very center of the Imagination of the Dreamer. But when we return we are the Dreamer, we are God the Father. We go out as sons and return as God the Father. The going out is not easy; it was never intended to be easy. It took all the horrors of the world to awaken us and to expand us to become God the Father. The day will come when the divine breath will breathe over you and you will awaken in the immortal tomb, and you will come out, and you will hold in your arms the infant Christ as a symbol of your return. The end of the horror is over and you are then God the Father, which you will discover in the not distant future, only a matter of 139 days later.

But you go out, as you and I have gone out, all of us have gone out. Now this is revealed in the most wonderful manner. This morning I was wondering, before I went to bed, just what I would say tomorrow? And this morning at 1:30 I am giving just a small little super for three friends. I took care of the funeral of two of them many years ago in New York City…close, dear wonderful friends of mine. The third may be gone, I haven’t heard, but I did take care of the parents, father and mother. I took from a cauldron what we call in Barbados the yam. It’s unlike the yam in America. We call the yam here a sweet potato, but the yam in Barbados is a root and it comes from two, three pounds up to twenty or thirty pounds, and it’s snow white. The covering is dark brown, but when you cut it there’s nothing whiter than the interior of the yam. And there it was in the cauldron and I took out a good big piece and placed it just ready to be served when in came a father and a mother jackal, or you could call it a big silver fox. They jumped right up where I was about to serve my guests, and the father in the most vicious manner tore out of the back of his son a huge hunk. There was a board…about that long…and the center of the board had been gouged out just enough to fit that back, so that when he put the hollow into it it would just fit. And believe it or not, here this animal began to nail his son upon that cross. The cross that extended was the wood, but he the son was simply the upright part. And then I woke.