Neville tells of a niece of his who had three caesarean operations, using it to argue that the birth from above need not always come in the same order or manner.

A wealthy woman who had heard him speak in this city about eighteen years earlier — and used his teaching to gain wealth, meeting a rich husband on a blind date and bearing two sons — told him in New York City last year that she would prove him wrong by sheer Imagination, joined a yoga society, and went off to do meditations; this past week he received a sad letter from a close friend of the family describing her mental decline.

An artist (a lady) sent Neville four accounts of her dreams and experiences during the week between his 17 December closing and his 4 January re-opening, and he reads them to the audience.

Neville tells the audience of a letter Art wrote him describing a move from nothing to a considerable weekly sum, notes Art now travels from Long Beach, and mentions a call he received from New York the previous night that he asks Bill to be told about.