So, in my Silence…I only spent a minute in the Silence…that night when she went home he was at home, took her hand, so she tells me, kissed her hand and kissed her hand, and said, “Please come with me to Palm Springs.” That’s where he was. He went on…she didn’t ask any questions (I hope she didn’t)…leave him alone. But he came back, that very night he was home waiting. While we were in the Silence here, he just had to steer his ship right straight to that place and go there. I tell you, imagining creates reality! But an imaginal act must meet with faith to become effective in this world. And so, when I sat in the Silence and believed it, I really believed it. I heard the lady’s voice…and so five weeks later she tells me. And, may I tell you, we are neighbors, she’s next door, but she didn’t call me up and tell me. But I didn’t care, I knew it had worked. If she never told me, I still felt it had worked, and that’s all that matters.98 ¶36