I’ve just returned from New York City, and last month on a Wednesday evening this lady came in from Baltimore. That’s quite a long journey, and she came to bring me good news.” She said, “A friend of mine, working in my office, last July” . . . now last month October… “last July, her purse disappeared, her pocketbook. She reported it to the office, they made a thorough search, and no trace of it.” She said, ‘All I had in it as far as money was concerned was $1.35, just lunch money. But I did have a lovely bracelet that I valued—not only to me, it was of great value sentimentally—but I also thought it had great value in a monetary sense, so I placed a double value on it. But I wanted the bracelet, not the $1.35 that was in my change purse. And not one little thing happened to retrieve this purse.’” This lady who came to my meetings told her of my work and told her what to do, and then she gave her a complete set of my books. And this is what the lady did. She imagined that she was wearing the bracelet, that’s all that she did. She imagined she was wearing the bracelet. If she wore the bracelet, well then, it wasn’t lost. And day after day she wore that bracelet. This lady who came from Baltimore on Wednesday night to tell me the story could tell me the previous day, on Tuesday in October, the purse was found in this strange manner. The firemen were called in to give some estimate on structural changes because they suggested certain changes for safety. And then they brought the firemen in to make these so-called suggestions. One fireman simply took a certain [...] should come out, and as he did so, behind this thing that he pulled was the purse. The only thing missing was the little change purse of a dollar and thirty-five cents, and there was the bracelet.162 ¶13