So, when she was confronted with a man wearing my face and not a thing could actually persuade her at the moment it was not Neville standing before her, it was her own Deep speaking, challenging himself: Do you really believe it? And I had to deny . . play the part of the denier, the one that she trusted, the friend she trusted, and then to tell her the whole thing is false, and mock her, telling her: “There is no God, or Son of God… That Thou, O Human Imagination, O Divine Body of the Lord Jesus are all A delusion…” not speaking to the silly, stupid one who wore my face, for that was a mask to deceive her. How powerful he is, how magical he is. And then she had to say from within herself “I know Thee, O Lord” . . from her own Deep . . “when Thou arisest upon my weary eyes, even in this dungeon and this iron mill … For Thou also sufferest with me, though I behold Thee not.” She can’t see Him yet . . “but I still believe in You.” “… And the Divine Voice answers: Fear not. I am with you always; Only believe in Me, that I have power to raise from the dead Thy brother who sleeps in” . . Humanity. For all these are brothers . . the sons who came down into the world; we are all the sons of God, and together, collectively, we form one Being, and that one Being is God the Father!900 ¶43