Right, my Dear. The world is finished, but man will not believe it. The book of Ecclesiastes is possibly the most discussed and the most critical book, possibly, in the 66 books of the Bible. In the Bible you read in Ecclesiastes “There is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, ‘See, this is new?’ I tell you, it has been already in ages past, but we have no remembrance of former things, nor do we have any remembrance of things to come among those who will come after.” Then, we are told in this book, “There is a time to be born, and a time to die, … a time to weep, and a time to laugh … and God has put eternity into the mind of man, yet so that man cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.” It’s like a play, and you can be inserted into any section of the play and find it perfectly natural, for you are not going to be inserted into an unnatural state. You are already rehearsed in the part that you will play. A very dear friend of mine, who was born and raised a Roman Catholic . . he, his father and mother and brother lived in a very small area in Iowa. They had 150 acres of corn, and that’s all they had to support them. The two boys and the father drank heavily in fact; they were alcoholics. What can you do with three men on a farm when they are not contributing? They were alcoholic. Well, this chap in particular, he spent so many days and weeks of his life in jail through sheer drunkenness. Then he joined AA. He hasn’t had a drink now in possibly twelve years . . not one drop. You could not pour it down his throat; he knows he can’t take it. But he’s never had a vision, never had a mystical experience. He comes to all of my meetings, and one thing he wanted above everything else was an experience to prove to his own satisfaction, although he believes me . . my experiences are not satisfying to another; they want a similar experience for their own satisfaction. He wanted to be assured that his mother survived. He knew what hell he, his brother and father gave her . . if he could only be assured that his mother survived. Well, this night in question, he became fully awakened in a dream. He felt it a dream, but it was more than a dream; and there he saw his mother. The mother knew the relationship of herself to this man . . this friend of mine. She said, “I am living. When I died, I found myself a girl of 20 years of age” . . now that was twelve years before he had the vision, “I felt myself 20, and I looked 20. I found myself in the year Three Thousand and Eight in the State of Pennsylvania.” Now, she never saw Pennsylvania before; she was born and raised in Iowa, and died there. Here she was 20 years of age; now she is 32. She has matured in the twelve years. He said, “I knew she was married, but I felt it was not to my father. I felt that she was married to someone else. My father followed her in death, and she is remarried, but not to my father. She spoke to me, and I said to her, ‘You know, you sound like Neville. You are talking Neville’s language.’ She said, ‘I never met him, never heard of him. Then I was rebuked, for we all know of him here. We know his teaching, and this is what I have experienced. I have found myself in the year Three Thousand and Eight, living in Pennsylvania. Here we marry, too, and here we are just as afraid of dying as we were when I was your mother’” . . just as afraid of dying. There has been no change. She was a simple woman, a peasant, living on a small farm in Iowa. She is still a simple woman. The work . . the true work . . is still being done in her. Now she has become aware of a teaching that she did not know existed when she was here in the Twentieth Century. She was born and raised an ardent Catholic, as she raised her family, but she never heard it in Catholicism, as she understood it. That was something entirely different. So, here is the evidence one person . . a simple person . . has concerning the change in time without a change in understanding. But when I was born in 1905 my mother, so she told me years later . . she said, “The church bells were ringing when I felt labor. You came at 9:15 on Sunday night in 1905 the 19th of February. And before you were born, I knew a bit of your destiny. I knew what you were going to do; only I interpreted it as a minister. I knew in some strange way you were sent to do the work of God, but I thought that you would be a minister in the Episcopal Church,” which we then called the Church of England. Well, I never became that, not in her eyes. In her eyes, I hadn’t yet accomplished what she felt inwardly that I came to do. I was three weeks old when she was walking the floor with the little child in her arms, and she said to me . . the babe, “What should I call you?” And she said, “I heard a voice, and the voice said, ‘His name is Neville.’” Then she said, “I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and I thought it was your father.” My father’s name was Joseph, and she said, “Joseph, is that you?” and the voice replied, “No, it is I, Rollo.” That was her brother, her younger brother, who lived with us. And he said to her, “What are you doing up so late?” and she said, “Well, I am waiting to name this boy. What name should I call him?” And she told me that Rollo closed his eyes as though he listened, and then he said to her, “Call him Neville.” Then she said, “I went cold, and felt as if I dropped and the world came to an end . . your name was Neville,” so she called me Neville. And, then, when I was a boy of about seven, a very strange lady from England, who was out on some pension, lived in Barbados . . lived back in a wild, wild area where everything is balanced by the sea. All trees are bent by the sea winds as they come forward. And I sat with her one day, and she said, “You are going to leave Barbados, and you are not going to return, save to visit. You are going to be the first one of your family to get married, and you are going to have two children. You will be married more than once, and you will have two children.” Then she said, “You know, you are going to talk to unnumbered people, and you will be selling something. I don’t know what it is, but you will be selling something. But centuries and centuries after you are gone, they will use your name and link it with two others who did similar work.” She said, “Your name and two others.” She didn’t tell me whether they preceded me, whether they would be contemporary, or if they would follow. But she told me that unnumbered years after I am gone and future generations were gone . . centuries afterward, “They will tell of the work that Neville did.” And I know I was in the presence of the Risen Lord. He sent me to do exactly what I am doing, and to tell my own personal experiences concerning God’s work.74 ¶40