Imagining Creates Reality: 1967 Lectures - Softcover

Neville

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1490780653 ISBN 13: 9781490780658

Publisher: Trafford Publishing, 2017

Synopsis

Neville was born in Barbados, West Indies in 1905 into a poor English family—nine boys and one girl—where he was raised and educated in a traditional Christian manner. His father who knew about the power of imagining, along with the help of his industrious sons, made the Goddard’s into the largest business presence in the island, and at his death left all ten children independently wealthy. 

At age seventeen Neville left Barbados for New York City where he worked in retail for several years until he became a dancer in Broadway shows. This led to a stint in London where he was introduced to metaphysical thought, and upon returning to New York he began to teach the law of imagining in 1938 to ever-growing audiences in the East, Los Angeles and San Francisco. When he moved his family to Los Angeles in the early 1950s he was attracting crowds of 2,000 for his Sunday talks. Everyone wanted something—homes, new jobs, mates, money—and he successfully taught them how to fulfill those desires through the use of their all-powerful human imaginations. The techniques, testimonies from his audiences, the creative formula, visions, dreams and Bible interpretations are discussed simply and in detail in these lectures. They encourage any seeker to apply his or her imagination for success, and ultimately lead to the appreciation that there is no intermediary between God (man’s I AM) and man. 

Starting in 1959 he had a series of six visions over a three and a half year period—resurrection/birth from above; David; splitting of the temple/ascension; and the dove’s descent. Then he understood his mission: To first experience these visions, understand their meanings, and then teach the meaning of these signs that are given to man after multiple lifetimes and all states of consciousness have been played by each individual. These signs confirm the awakening of man’s soul. Man’s origin and destiny are divine—from unity into diversity back to unity, with no loss of individuality. All is forgiven and the exile, the prodigal returns to Lordship, greatly expanded by the journey through limitation, illusion and a sleep likened unto death.

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Imagining Creates Reality

1967 Lectures

By Neville

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2017 Neville
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4907-8065-8

Contents

Note From Author, ix, 
Foreword, xi, 
Acknowledgments, xiii, 
Imagination: My Slave, 1, 
Remembrance of Things Future, 15, 
Imagining Creates Reality, 27, 
Election, 39, 
Adam and Christ Are One, 54, 
Keep the Sabbath, 69, 
The Rock and The Highway, 83, 
The Riddle, 97, 
He Dreams in Me, 109, 
He Stirs in Me, 125, 
He Wakes in Me, 138, 
Become Like a Child, 154, 
The New Idea Against the Old, 168, 
Coming to Know the Only True God, 182, 
Put On the Lord Jesus Christ, 196, 
A Prophecy, 210, 
Down to the Sea in Ships, 223, 
The Father and Son, 237, 
Generation and Death, 249, 
Going Up to Jerusalem, 261, 
Closing Summary, 276, 
Imagining Creates Reality, 288, 
Have You Found Him?, 303, 
Yours For the Taking, 315, 
Test Yourselves, 328, 
Infinite States, 340, 
The Name of Judah, 355, 
Secret of Praying, 369, 
A Spiritual Feast, 382, 
The Wearer of the Mask, 393, 
Trust in God, 405, 
The Signs of The End, 417, 
A Lesson in Scripture, 431, 
Love Divided from Imagination, 447, 
Imagining Creates Reality, 457, 
Whatever You Believe and Persist in Will Come to Pass, 470, 
The Bible is Addressed to the Imagination, 481, 
The Most Practical, Yet Most Profoundly Spiritual, 494, 
The Purpose of Life: To Fulfill the Word of God, 507, 
Jesus Christ, The True Identity of Man, 519, 
Purpose: To Build a Dwelling Place for God, 532, 
Baptism into One Body, 545, 
Sent to Disturb with Truth, 558, 
Christmas: Birth that Gives Eternal Life, 571, 
He Supplies the Spirit in Us, 583, 
Season of Advent, 596, 
Christmas, The Birth of Christ in Man, 606, 
Imparting and Implanting the Word, 617, 
Glossary, 633, 
Production Notes, 637, 

CHAPTER 1

IMAGINATION: MY SLAVE

2/13/67

I would like to make this series as productive and as helpful as the fall series, for I feel in the fall series that we really reached a very high water mark, not only in what people have accomplished in this world of Caesar, but in their spiritual lives. Everything is geared toward a center and that center is God. And where are we in relationship to God? And so we accomplish not only the changes that we desire in this outer world, but the real change between the surface mind of ours and the deep of self which is God. And so, to accomplish that, I must ask you to do what we did last fall ... to share with me your dreams and your visions and your experiences as you apply this law toward changes in this outer world. That makes it far more real, more wonderful. If you will share with me, then we will all be mutually encouraged by each others faith. If you have the faith enough to apply it when you are up against it, and then tell me what happened so I can then from the platform tell others, I will encourage those who are present, and I will encourage them to apply it and, therefore, increase their faith. So do share with me your dreams, for God is speaking to man through the medium of a dream.

When I use the word God, here let me go right out tonight and state it quite clearly. When I use the words Lord, God, Jehovah, Jesus, Christ, I AM, Imagination, to me they are synonymous and interchangeable. I do not have a God stuck off in space that differs from that which I speak of as I AM. When I speak of Imagination, I speak of God, I speak of Jehovah, I speak of Jesus, I speak of Christ. So these terms, to me, are synonymous and interchangeable. When I say that Jesus Christ is my deeper self, I could say Imagination is my deeper self ... and yet my slave for purposes of his own. I personify Imagination, for I am a person, and my real being is all Imagination, therefore, Imagination to me is a person, but the deeper self. And for purposes of his own, he is my slave.

So I say, he waits upon me, he waits upon you, he waits upon all of us, swiftly, impersonally, without any effort whatsoever, when our will is evil or when it is good, makes no difference to the deep of myself. I am in a state and I'm thinking unlovely thoughts, he waits upon me just as swiftly, just as quickly, and he will conjure for me images of evil out of the nowhere. Let me change a state and feel myself in a sense of love, a sense of good, and the same presence will conjure for me instantly images of love. So he waits upon me so quickly, so swiftly, no matter what I am on the surface of his being, and radiates through me onto the screen of space all that I am imagining.

So I say that the entire outer world is solely produced through imagining. If my outer world is produced through imagining, then I cannot change the outer world without changing the imagining. How long will it take? As long it takes me to change the state that I have imagined. So I imagine that I am this, that or the other. I don't like what I'm seeing and I hate to admit that it's caused by what I am imagining. If it is caused by what I am imagining, it would take no longer to change than it takes me to change what I am imagining. Is it true? Well, I ask you to test it. I ask you to come with me and simply test it. See if it works. If it doesn't work, discard it. But if there is evidence for it, does it really matter what the world thinks? If tonight you test it and it proves itself in performance, does it really matter what anyone in the world thinks about this concept? It doesn't, not if it proves itself in performance. So I ask you to test it.

Now let me share with you ... because in my absence a dozen of you wrote me these heavenly stories ... and tonight I will take one man's series, he gave me three. He's here tonight. This is his as I have it at home in his own typewritten four pages. Listen to it carefully that you may see little points that he found that maybe you haven't heard from the platform, or if you heard them, they didn't register. Now, he said, "One of my many responsibilities on my present job is publishing a magazine. It's a very high quality, in content and in workmanship; it's brought out in four colors. Before the last issue should be prepared, I got bored and tired of the whole thing, and did nothing about content, editorial content, articles, stories, or anything about it. Two weeks from the date of publication here I am without anything." "But," he said, "you have had some experience with publications, with printers, and to take and start from scratch a four-color magazine to be brought out in two weeks, you know it's practically impossible.

"Sitting there in my office I said to myself, although it means nothing to me whether the publication comes out or not, it means so much to so many people, especially my boss. And I thought to myself, you're extremely selfish ... just selfish. And then something happened in me. I became alert. I became, well, completely fired with bringing this thing out. Neville, they came through the walls, not literally, but it seemed that stories, articles, everything came through the walls. I wrote three short pieces myself with such enthusiasm, I so loved what I was doing. I brought out three. Th en I edited all the articles. I edited the stories. I edited all the things. And then men who had never worked on this publication before were assigned to me to get the whole thing out. Three photographers were stopping what they were doing and turned to this, and sent off on assignments. My printers, my _____ (??), my mailers, all these were brought and they worked three shifts for the two weeks. And we brought it out."

Now, how did it start? "Before I started, this is what I did. I can't bring out a magazine in four colors in two weeks, with no stories, no articles, no editorial content, nothing, so what did I do? I saw my boss holding the issue, I saw the dateline on it, I saw him holding the issue in his hand with an expression on his face which implied to me complete satisfaction in what he was seeing. Then I heard him tell me it was the best issue that we have ever published. In that interval when all this thing was simply wild, and my mind, naturally, would possibly falter, I went back to that one picture — my boss holding the issue. I saw the date on it, it's the issue. I saw the expression on his face, and I heard him praise me for the work that I had done. So every time it happened, that's what I did. I held to the end." The end is where we begin. In my end is my beginning. We're always imagining ahead of our efforts. I go to the end. I don't care what I want, I go to the end, in the end, and it pulls everything to fulfill itself into this world. "Came the day and the magazine is now out, my boss praised me as he has never praised me before. He said, 'It was the best issue that we have ever brought out.' Just as I had seen him in my Imagination, that's what happened in the outer world as fact. When the magazine was out now, and mailed, I went by and here I saw my boss. He was happy, but there was a certain mood that he expressed. I talked to him and he said, 'You know, I feel that we brought it out and mailed it a few days too early.' Two weeks to bring out a four-color magazine without having selected the articles, the stories, the editorial content, all the things, and he claims that it was mailed a few days too early."

Now, all these stories are related. He said, "My dry cleaner's work I like. He's handled my needs for quite a while, and this day in question he has lost the trousers to my most expensive and my best suit." Well, he said, "He was beside himself; my wife was enraged and she called him every day for ten days. He searched his plant completely three times. No pants. He said to me, 'Make out a claim.' I said, I don't want money, I want my pants. I don't want any money, I just want my pants. After he had made three complete searches of the plant, he said, 'Now do me a favor and sign this form. It's all insured, simply sign the form.' Well, because he was adamant that I sign the form, I signed the claim. The next day on the way to and from the office, as I drove the freeway, I felt that fabric of my pants on my legs. I also felt it between my fingers ... all in my Imagination." He isn't wearing the pants, so he could not have felt it with his physical hands. He had to have felt it with his imaginary hands and his imaginary legs. He said, "I felt it and then I dropped it. The next day he calls my wife and tells my wife that he found the pants ______ (??) pinned to another pair of pants ready for delivery to another person. He had searched that plant all over three times and here he finds it, just as he's about to send it off to another person he finds the pants. So I had my pants."

Now here is the picture, and you listen to it carefully and apply it towards what you'll hear this night. He said, "It was the Christmas season and I felt affluent and I felt so generous and so expansive I went and I bought dozens of presents and I sent dozens of checks. One day, a merchant with whom my wife does business calls and tells her that there are no funds. The check she issued has bounced. Well, I was simply beside myself. I knew I had hundreds of dollars more in that account than I had drawn checks against, in spite of the fact that I drew dozens of checks, I felt so expansive, and I knew I had the money there. There must be a mistake, and certainly not on my part, on the computer's part at the bank.

"Now, I had not been with this bank very long. It's a new bank that I opened up an account with. So I went and I rushed to my statement that came in a few days before. I hadn't yet checked it. So I went to my statement ... and then my face turned red and I was humiliated. I had made the most enormous error in subtraction, and there were no funds. I had drawn oodles and oodles of checks. There was no place to turn, and my next paycheck was weeks off. I would get a good paycheck but weeks off. What to do? Where would I turn to get this sum of money to make good these checks? Well, at way beyond my bedtime I wrestled with this problem, and I thought, well now, tomorrow I'll go to the bank, explain the facts, my job, my income; and they can simply do what they want to do, make a suggestion, because they are my bankers now. But they don't know me. And so, as I thought of that, well, it didn't seem that was something that I could simply feel secure in. So I thought, well, now I must have some imaginary image that I can believe in." Now, take this to your heart — I must have an imaginal act I can believe in; not any imaginal act is going to work. It's like taking the most wonderful things in the world ... I take wood, I make a fire, I have everything in order, the paper, the kindling, the logs, everything, but it needs a flame to start it ... and belief is the flame. I have the whole thing set up in my Imagination, but do I believe in it? Can I kindle it? Only belief can set it ablaze.

So, he said, "I had to have something I could believe in. I could believe that imagining, that God was doing it" ... and he used the word God, didn't use the word imagining, he used the word God. He said "I could believe that God was bringing it to pass in the best way for everyone involved. Those that I had unwittingly deceived, those that I had planned to send presents to that I now could not, and for everyone involved everything would be alright. So I went to sleep in the assumption that God was bringing out the best solution for everyone involved. Next morning when I got up and I started towards the bank, I wasn't altogether sure, but I went back to that assumption that God is bringing out the best solution for everyone involved. So I went to the bank. As I went to the bank, I saw the cashier and the cashier turned me over to a vice president. He listened to my story and he said, 'You should see the assistant manager' so he took me to the assistant manager, and he condensed my story for the assistant manager. The assistant manager asked me nothing he just simply looked me over and said, 'When do you think you can right this situation?' So I told him the day of my paycheck. He said, 'Alright, forget it. All things will be taken care of.' He didn't ask me how many checks I had drawn, I had drawn so many. He only knew what came in that were not paid. He didn't know how many ... and he's giving me unlimited credit. So he turned and went back to his desk and said 'Forget it. That's the day on which you can settle it.'

"So I drove back feeling a little bit comfortable with what had happened. Two days later I received an unexpected special bonus from my boss for almost ten times the amount that I had drawn in checks. Ten times the amount! One of the reasons given me for this special bonus was the outstanding work I had done on the magazine. When I received the check, I was wearing the suit, pants and all. Here I was wearing my suit, I received the check, and the next day when I went to the bank to make the deposit I thought it only a decent thing to do to stop in and thank the assistant manager for his kindness. I recognized on his face a certain sadness. He was saddened because, as he said to me, 'I'm sorry there was nothing I could do for you.' It appeared that in that interval of that forty-eight hours no check came through ... only the checks that came through prior to my seeing the manager. But in that interval no check came through, so he had not a thing to do. He did pay those that were prior to this visit to him. So I went out ... so I must tell you, imagining does create reality."

Now he ends his letter on this note, he said, "You know, as I write you, there is nothing that I can do for you or say to you but thanks, and it seems so inadequate." May I tell him and tell you, there is nothing you can do for me more than to share with me such experiences. If he gave me a fortune, may I tell you, it could not compensate for the letter that he gave me. I don't care how big the check he ever sent me, I would spend it. I spend everything that I get. The only thing I haven't spent is what my father gave me from the family estate, and because it was the family estate I haven't touched it. Were it not family estate, it would have been gone long ago. I have spent every nickel I have ever earned and were ever given. So had he given me anything it would be gone by now. I can't seem to keep any money that I earn.

It started when, I think, I was inside my mother's womb. I'm quite sure when I came out I gave everything away. There was one ... I was a little boy, my father allowed me to go every week with the brothers to see the old pictures ... you know, where they tied them on the rails and the train is coming. All of a sudden the lights would go out and all things obliterated and then another reel would be put on, _______ (??), and all these things. Well, my father had a butcher shop and this tall big strapping fellow, we called him Mashmouth(?). His feet were so big he could never wear shoes. First of all, he couldn't afford shoes anyway, so ... but he had such feet, and we called him Mashmouth. My father would give me one and six, that's thirty-six cents in the old days, to go to the picture. He always gave me an extra six cents, thruppence. I would say, "I want to buy some candy, give me thruppence." I didn't buy candy I gave it to Mashmouth to come in.

(Continues...)

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Edition details

• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Publication date: 2017
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1490780653
• ISBN 13: 9781490780658
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 652