No, all of these are my brothers. He said, “Who are my brothers? Who is my mother?”—-those who hear the word of God and do it. So he denied that he had just a few brothers. Well, four of them are mentioned in scripture and sisters, not named, but it’s plural. So at least he had a family. He said “We are”…that means we have a family. But he denies that he is related just simply to a little family, for I’m related by this garment to every being in this world. But the being in me that is formed in the likeness of God—-“Let us make man in our image”—-that something that is in me that is being formed into the image of God—-for we’re told “He is the very image of the living God”—-so that image is Jesus Christ which is God. It’s being formed in every man, and every man will one day awaken as Jesus Christ. But wearing these garments they can’t believe it, and they think you’re insane, because they were taught to believe that Jesus Christ was a man who lived 2,000 years ago and that’s all there is to it. I noticed in today’s Time magazine that they’re giving out these new honors to new princes of the church, twenty-seven of them. Up until now to receive this honor you have to prostrate yourself and kiss the foot of the pope. Now that’s been done away with as of now. Well, if it’s done away with as of now, it was never right. You don’t have to kiss his foot any more. And he doesn’t give you the hat as formerly he gave you, the hat is sent to your home…because you never wear it. It’s only kept in your home until you are dead, and then it is on your forehead. So, before, it was given to you and up until now you had to prostrate yourself. The most slave position in the world is to be prostrated, slaves always did. And you kiss the foot…now you don’t do it. If you don’t have to do it now, when did it start that it was right? I say just take all of this and throw it from your mind…hasn’t a thing to do with reality. Christ is forming in man and he forms in a simple man, a man that no one would look back as he passes by and see him. But in that one he is forming him and he knows by his own experiences. So he passes by one that the whole vast world would fawn upon, just kiss if they could only stand in his presence. My little nephew came to New York City many years ago, and my son took him out on the town one night, Saturday night, and they got plastered. Both were kids, but my son was older. So they went from bar to bar, they came home at, oh, maybe two in the morning, and I heard this retching in the bathroom. He was a Catholic, my nephew, so he had to get up early to go to mass, go to St. Patrick’s, and I knew he couldn’t make it. [...] so I wouldn’t make him. Then came about, oh, maybe ten, I was up making a little hot coffee, something of that sort, and he stirred. He said, “I have to go to mass, because if I don’t Mother would never forgive me. I have to write her today and tell her that I went to mass.” So I got him his hot black coffee and got him all put together. Well, we lived on 55th Street and St. Pat’s is 50th and Fifth Avenue, so it isn’t too far away. So it’s a nice brisk morning, so then we went out about 10:30 to walk to St. Pat’s. He made it and to his chagrin it’s high mass and Cardinal Spellman was conducting. They spent a long, long mass, but at least the compensating part was this— when he came home he could sit down and write his mother and say that he not only went to mass at St. Pat’s but that Cardinal Spellman conducted it. That did everything away because the mother felt my son is so blessed. She didn’t know the night before… but so, he went off and he had this wonderful time. See, I am fifty-fifty—-half of my family are Catholics and half are Protestants. They don’t fight. The Catholics think we’ve all gone to hell; and we don’t disillusion them. But they’re all in one intimate…no not hostility, really…in that intimate manner, half and half. We were all Protestants to begin with, then three of my brothers fell in love with lovely girls, Catholics. Of course, they had more children than all the others put together, and all of their children have more children. So today in just two generations we’re fifty-fifty. We’ll be outnumbered in another [...]. But that’s our world in which we live. So when I go home and tell these stories, my Catholic side wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t listen to it. It doesn’t make sense to them, because they aren’t taught that way. But, on the other hand, I can’t say my Protestant side reads it either. Because you see, as far as they’re concerned, I left home and they remained at home and worked hard, made a lot of money. My father happened to be a perfect man, perfect father; he didn’t discriminate when he gave his wealth away. So his prodigal son, who went thousands of miles away, got just as much as any other member of ten. So when the Will was read Neville was not only in it but up to the hilt. So they were home working it and taking care of all this money, not knowing that at the very end I also had it. So the prodigal son came back…and so the fatted calf was his. So that’s the story. Thank you. Goodnight.726 ¶42