It’s just as real. To me, the world into which everyone goes is just like this earth here. I can’t see any difference between that world and this world. In fact, there’s only one world stretched out. It cannot be another world. It isn’t another world in spite of all the mediums of the world, in spite of all the priesthoods of the world, and all these things. I was reading this statement the other day of Pope John. Well, I read three so far…but he wrote these when he was a young man, so you’ve got to take that into consideration. He died as a very old man. This diary began when he was simply a boy of eighteen, nineteen, well, that you must consider. But he was quoting Paul, and that man dies once and then the judgment, and he wants to be prepared for that judgment. But the gospel doesn’t teach that; the 20th chapter of the Book of Luke doesn’t teach that. The question is asked by the wise men of the day, called the Sadducees, and the Sadducees said: Moses in the law said that when a man has a wife and he dies, leaving no offspring, if he has brothers the brothers should marry the wife, the widow, and raise up seed for his brother. Well, there were seven brothers; the first one died leaving no offspring; and the second took her, he died; the third; the fourth; they all took her and left no offspring; then she died. In the resurrection, whose wife will she be? Now, this was a poser, because they did not believe in the resurrection. They were trying to trip him. And this is addressed to God himself. So think of Jesus Christ as God embodied revealing his plan in all of us, just think of it that way. Though you think of it as a little child, that’s the symbol of who he is, but think of him now as actually revealing his plan. So he tells the story: “The sons of this age”—-and one translation has it “they marry and are given in marriage.” A far better translation of the Greek text would be “they procreate and are born.” “But those who are accounted worthy to attain to that age (an entirely different age) and to the resurrection from the dead, they neither procreate nor are they given in marriage, for they cannot die any more, for they are sons of the resurrection, sons of God” . Now I say from my own personal experience, when you die here and we cannot touch you with our physical hand—-meet you psychically but can’t touch you, you’re not here, and your world seemingly has collapsed—-you are restored to life, and you are inserted into a section of the wheel of time, say, 6,000 years. It need not be the year 1972, it could be the year 3,000, something best suited for the work that is being done in you. “He who began a good work in you, he will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ” . The day of Jesus Christ is when you hold the Christ child in your hand…that’s when the work is completed. And so, he began it, he completes it. “Let us make man in our image.” The decision is God’s; it isn’t man’s. Man didn’t say, “Let us make man.” As some of our very so-called wise men have said that man had to create a God. He had to find a God, created a God. It isn’t so. God said, “Let us make man in our image.” So God started the work, God finishes it. Isn’t my responsibility at all, and when he finishes it, he gives himself to me. He used me in a cruel way, as told in the Book of Job, the most cruel experiment that man could ever conceive of. Read it in the Book of Job and the last chapter, the 42nd chapter, tells you that God did it. All the tears that fell upon Job, all the sores, all the horrors, everything that he lost, it was done by God. Like molding something it takes pain, but in the end the reward is God himself. You are the creator molding yourself, and then you are the very one who created it. So I say to everyone here, nothing dies, but nothing dies. The little flower that blooms once blooms forever. I can pick it off my lapel, throw it away because it’s dry…it can’t die. He’s the God of the living, not of the dead. Nothing dies. But you and I are moving towards the power which is God himself. And so you drop here at the age of ninety. My mother died at the age of sixty-three and she was very, very old in appearance, for she suffered so, really suffered. My brothers protected her; we bought her all the champagne in the West Indies to keep her alive. All that she could drink for two years was champagne. She could take nothing but champagne, and we scoured all the Indies. We had, my lord, warehouses of champagne, all for mother. Not one person in Barbados could buy one little drop of champagne, the Goddard’s had it all, all for mother. So mother had champagne day after day, all through the day and night. That’s the only thing that would stay in her stomach…she was riddled with cancer. At the end of two years of keeping her, she just withered before our eyes, and mother died…sixty-three. She looked, oh, very, very old, a wizened little thing. And when I saw her, this radiant, beautiful creature, about twenty, twenty-one years old, brushing this lovely blond hair that she had. She had very, very blue eyes and very blond hair. When she appeared before me the very moment she died, she was brushing her hair, wouldn’t talk to me, just smiled and brushing her hair. She was passionately fond of flowers and there she was under this lovely arbor all in bloom, just brushing her hair. Nothing dies. I don’t care what the world will tell you, let them tell you anything. So they open your skull and they can’t find the soul…and he thinks he’s very smart. The one who will tell me that cannot make one little…he can’t even make the hangnail that bothers me. He can take some little thing, some little plaster and make a hangnail, but he can’t grow one. There isn’t a surgeon in this world, not a doctor in this world that can grow one hair on your head, in spite of the Thomas treatment. They can’t grow it, they can’t make one hair grow. They can’t take one little nail and make it grow. They can cut it off, destroy it, but they can’t make it grow. They can’t make one little thing grow. And they are going to tell me they’ve opened up the skull and they’ve looked and there is no soul. Like Khrushchev when he said…he sent his astronauts into the air looking all over the heavens for God and they didn’t find one. He thought it extremely funny. Then two other friends of his thought he was funny and they threw him out of office, so now where he is, who knows? So all [...]. I tell you, the greatest book in the world is the Bible, but it’s the most misunderstood book in the world. But I speak of the God of the living. He’s not the God of the dead; he’s the God of the living. This here is called in scripture “the dead,” what we think is so animated. And we’re awakening and awakening as God, and it’s the God of the living. Goodnight.788 ¶43