Eight months ago the same poor friend telephoned and asked Neville to hear that she had ten million dollars; he did so; six months later her brother came into a hundred-million-dollar estate, and last week she called to say two elderly ladies of her husband's little church revealed they were millionaires, paid off the mortgage on the church and home, bought her a new car and set up a thousand-dollar-a-month trust fund for her.

He relates what his brother Fred has often said to him - that of his four children Philip, the first, is the one he has never understood - and describes the two men: physically alike though Fred is 6'3" and Philip about 5'8", Fred a business man and Philip a captain in the Marines who has spent the last ten years in the Orient flying everything from supersonic bombers to helicopters.

A woman friend, a young mother of two expecting a third, told Neville this past week of a vision in which bolts of light came at her, she felt a power that could still the universe, faced a man dressed in black whose usurped power was ending as her memory returned, remembered the man beneath the tree who told her to eat of it, and knew 'I am Paul and I am Jesus Christ'.

Aldous Huxley once told Neville that there are three kinds of writing - journalism, literature and scripture - and admitted that literary giants, himself included, cannot write scripture.

Neville relates that his friend Jan, who saw him the day before, had gone to a meeting where a teacher asked what would be found at the seventh center, and Jan answered 'Nothing!', reducing the would-be teacher to tears.

At dinner the night before with a couple who are friends of his and his wife, the woman confessed for the first time that as a girl she had troubled her mother, and when her mother developed cancer had bargained with God to take the child she loved most in exchange; years later her third daughter, a successful dancer earning $500 a week, killed herself, and Neville kept silent rather than tell her the connection.

A woman telephoned Neville long distance from New York City on the day of the lecture, first in distress about a nephew and again four hours later to say she had got him out of jail; she also told him about an astrologer's prediction of a wedding, which made him wonder how much of his teaching is actually heard.

A woman friend of Neville's had a vision of a loaf of bread that was alive and pouring forth blood, which he interprets as her complete acceptance that imagining creates reality, making church communion unnecessary for her.