A lady is here tonight who wrote me a letter this past week. She said, “Neville, I was sitting in my living room. My husband had a toothache, and he retired. I thought, Well, I would just sit and meditate. I was meditating in my living room, and suddenly I felt the Presence of God! I looked up, and there in my dining room . . there you were, and I knew you were Neville, but I also knew you were God! There was no uncertainty in my mind. I am looking at you. ‘This is the Neville that I know, yet I know you are God!’ And you were clothed in light . . golden light, and then I must tell you,” she said in the very last, “You were altogether beautiful.”100 ¶30