Neville reads out a letter received this past week from a friend present in the audience, who imagined two words in another person's handwriting implying a problem solved, held them as he fell asleep, and in his dream saw a white-robed arm write the two words in that identical handwriting.

A second woman, also present, wrote Neville a letter: she had come to his lecture on Friday November 10th, heard the teaching about doing it unto the least of these, and the following Monday tore into a friend on the telephone; that night she dreamed of rooms in the Near East full of massacred men and finally of a man hanging as though on a cross, and understood she was crucifying herself whenever she was unloving to anyone.

Just before Neville took the platform for this lecture, a couple came back to tell him that in the man's dream their friend Jan said 'I will not return anymore' — which Neville read as resurrection.

The same friend sends Neville an account, dated Sunday 12 November, of a dream in which he travelled to a primitive Near-Eastern city to hear Neville teach from a grain store, followed him through the streets collecting his sayings, was indifferent to his earthly parents who came to investigate, and finally met him in a long white robe who assured him he had done it.

Answering Ina's question, Neville says a letter arrived today from a woman present in the audience who found herself split into three persons of differing sexes, and that he will treat it next week; he adds that those he has met in that other world after death wore the same sexual garments they wore here.

A woman present in the audience shared with Neville this week two dreams: standing on the top of the world above a limitless amphitheater hearing her own voice say the world is a theater and she is the whole world pushed out, a collapsing world and a little white dog with a lamb's face whom the voice called Neville's dog and whom she named Junior; then a second dream in which Neville was the surgeon operating painlessly on her shoulder with a luminous silver comb of needles, after which she woke at 7:30.

A lady wrote to him — the letter arrived the day before the lecture — describing a dream in which she found her ragged lover in a barn, fed him, walked hand in hand past the many houses she had lived in, and saw a poisoned five-year-old boy become an infant while she herself became a woman just out of her teens.

Neville reads out a letter he had waited for since 15 December, from a woman living in a rustic canyon, recounting three visions: the infant in swaddling clothes placed in her arms by her long-unseen brothers and her landlord at 3:30 a.m.; five months later the blond, blue-eyed youth David walking out of the canyons toward the sea; and four months after that, at 3:30 a.m., an earthquake and bomb splitting her being from top to bottom - she now awaits the descent of the dove.

Neville reads from a letter that arrived that day from a woman friend who dreamed she attended one of his lectures held outdoors by a river, attended by priests, ministers and rabbis, one rabbi saying he came because Neville teaches the truth; she then dreamed of turning over a jar with a sleeping bug in it and woke.