Here was a lady in New York City…and to show you how this thing works…this lady went into the hospital, many years before, and I met the nurse who took care of her. She was violent. I mean they considered her the incurable case…violent to the point where she could never be let out of this mental hospital. But she was let out. I was not then in her world. She came to my meetings. A lady of means—she had all the money that it took to travel all over the world—and she went off to Europe with her children, leaving behind her a lovely home and her maid. When she returned nine months later, having spent nine months in Paris, there was no furniture. She went to everything in this world that you could call the right thing to do—the police, private detectives, everything—and at the end of quite a long search, no furniture. Then she came to me. Now she knew my teaching, she came to me before. It never occurred to her to come to me first; she went to the authorities first. And then, we sat in the Silence and she and I agreed that she had her furniture. I asked her to assume that she was sitting in her own place where she had paid the rent, and here, lovely pictures of her children on the piano, and all the things were there, as they ought to be there. She did it.178 ¶13