First of all, we think that reality is confined to this Earth and it ends where our senses cease to register it. It doesn’t. The world into which I go often and meet people who are supposedly dead, they are just as real and just as bigoted and just as limited as they were when they were here. I meet people…there is no transforming power in death, what we call death. You’re going to meet people dreaming—you dream there as you dream here. We think this is not a dream, but that may be a dream. This doesn’t seem to be a dream because the dream is so vivid it becomes objective. But when you are in a dream, and the dream is real, it’s objective too. And when you return and contemplate the dream, you say, well, it was subjective because now it isn’t objective. But while in it when you thought of this world, this would be subjective and that objective. Subjectivity and objectivity are wholly determined for the individual by the level on which his consciousness is focused. And so, if my consciousness is focused there, well, I haven’t transformed myself unless I change my state. Transformation in the true sense comes when Christ is born in man. And there are only two births spoken of in scripture—one here and one spiritual. One from below which is called the birth from Hagar; and one from above, called Sarah or called Jerusalem. Jerusalem from above and Jerusalem from below— one from the womb of woman and one from the skull of generic man—and so they speak of two births. But it would be no earthly good to me to cease to be Neville and become, well, some other being. I have met so many people in this present life [...] who played the part of Napoleon. Well, Napoleon was only a few years ago, and all these are my contemporaries and they all were Napoleon. Well, no wonder he went mad. They’re all in it playing Napoleon. If one person told me in a letter a thousand years ago that he knew he would play Napoleon, or if someone told me, say, before I was born…but not all the people in my generation all played that one character, because we only had one Napoleon. We have quite a few in the madhouse, I know, but I mean only one in history. And they all played Napoleon. A friend of mine said to her husband one day, “You know, George, I just feel that I must have been some great lady in the court of Louis the 15th or Louis the 16th or 14th. I can just see myself now sweeping down the stairs.” He said, “So can I, my dear, with a little pail in your hand.” Goodnight.190 ¶69